Beaux is a horse, a Norwegian Fjord, to be precise. He stood a good six-foot-eight, at a heavy two-hundred-and-eighty-seven pounds of what appeared to be solid muscle. That wasn't to say he was all cuts and ripples, just that he didn't appear to have much fat on him. His coat was short and glassy, in a dingy white color, that turned to tan down his back and through his flanks. His hair was long, covering his grey-blue eyes most of the time. He did try to keep the sandy blonde tresses clean, though, but in all honesty, he paid more attention to his tail, which he kept tied in a club, similar to a roman war horse's, than his mane, which laid down his back in a long braid, tied with a leather strap.


He didn't wear much, usually a pair of worn out jeans that frayed around his hooves, because yes, he did have them, and a thick studded belt to hold them up, with a horseshoe-and-shamrock beltbuckle, because he needed all the luck he could get. His hooves were shod with heavy steel, just like any other horse. Around his neck he wore two necklaces, one was a thick chain that barely hung past his collar bones, and the other was a wide black leather strap. He had a ring in each of his ears, heavy, which weighed the tips of them down.

There wasn't much to know about the stallion. He was a working breed horse, and work he did, so in his down time, he just liked to hang out and talk to people, shooting the shit, as it were, in a rich bass voice. He was a drinker, though, and he enjoyed it quite a bit.

That was all there really was to know about the stud. He was friendly and easy going, and pretty easy to get along with.