Fritjof

Name: Fritjof 

Gender: Stallion
Species: Horse
Age: 2 years
Height: 14.1 hh

Body Type: Warmblood
Coat Color/Markings: flaxen chestnut, blaze

Mane/Tail Color: cream / blonde
Eye Color: blue
Scars: none


Physical/Mental Abnormalities: None

Genetics: ee/aa/ff/nT

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Fritjof could be best described as a young man with everything to prove; he is ambitious, outspoken, and dutiful with the whole world before him. But, like most youth, he is quite impulsive (having yet to really master the art of self restraint and cunning). Often leading him into some rather dicey situations, although he takes them as a chance to better himself and prove to the world that he was someone worth paying attention to. He hopes to make a legacy or to have stories told about his grand adventures and heroics. Due to his upbringing, Fritjof is a pretty decent fighter, and likes to consider himself as a vigilante to those he believes to be in need. He hates to see others being mistreated in any form- and if he can do something to stop it, you best belive he will do it. Fritjof can be a rather friendly guy, finding small talk and casual conversation like second nature; in fact the stallion has a goofy side to him. Being very light hearted and fun loving, given the right time.

Fritjof and his family were a part of an old herd; one that once lived and dominated life in The Ice Fields to the North. Life was harsh and always keeping you on your toes in the Ice Fields- it always found a way to test you and keep you sharp. Something Fritjof would learn the hard way. His family were all warriors. And like his father and alllll those forefathers before, Fritjof would train to become a Knight of the Jǫkull from a young age.

Most of his time was spent training in the art of combat; and when he wasn't learning to fight, he was learning to survive off the land. How to unlock and use the secrets of the north to survive. He was taught structure and discipline. Eventually as time comes and goes, Fritjof becomes older- and on the day of his second birthday, he is sent on his Rite of Passage to prove himself as a stallion.


What was this rite you ask? Well, he had to climb to the peaks of a very treacherous mountain located within the Ice Fields. Not only did he have to climb it but he was expected to face any predators head on- and he needed to bring fruit from the sacred tree. So he heads off on his journey. Long story short, after reaching the top Fritjof saw a glimpse of the lands beyond the bitter existence of the icy landscape.

Without a second thought Fritjof climbed down from that mountain, leaving the Ice Fields, and his former life behind him in hopes of finding somewhere he felt at home.