.o p t i m i s m. wrote:
Username: .o p t i m i s m.
Name: Frisco
Gender: Bull
Backstory;; A bull of great strength, Frisco was recruited at a young age to be a rodeo bull. For 3 years, he was ridden rough and hard, gaining various scars and a large nose ring. Quickly had he gone from the young enthusiastic calf to a rigid, hardened rodeo bull with the show name of Rockin' Roll with a brisk and pessimistic outlook on life.
The 3 years he spent in the rodeo were the best of his life. While others shied away from the rough lifestyle, Frisco embraced it wholeheartedly. He took pride as he stepped into the pen, seeing the men shudder visibly around him as he raised a ruckus. Each ride he took as a challenge until the fateful day fell upon him. With a thrillseeker on his back, he burst out of the chute, twisting and springing with all his might. Suddenly, a dreadful crack seemed to echo across the compound as the great bull fell to the earth with a scream unlike any other.
Pain seared through the right rear leg of the bull as he thrashed in pain, only calming after a sedative caused him to drift into a dark sleep. When he awoke, he was surrounded by walls, the lower portion of his leg bound and casted tightly to prompt healing. Somehow, deep down, Frisco knew that he would never return to the arena he ruled with an iron fist.
Once healed, Frisco was sold from the rodeo to a quiet farm to be used as a breeding bull on the grounds that if he ever threw a bull, that his son return to the arena where he had once reigned. He now lives out his days as a breeding stud, though he longs for the applause and honor that the rodeo gave him.
(Oh god those are super long cow legs I think I need cow leg practice orz)
Art;;
All art here done by me, lined in Micron pen, though I didn't have time to watercolor them as I had planned >.<
Relationship with Rikkon;;
Frisco often gets along with bulls quite well when not in a competitive state, but when Cisco first met Rikkon, it was a disaster. Upon arrival, the larger Frisco was still reeling from his fall from fame, and confused as to where he was. When the small spotted bull approached him from behind, Frisco nearly jumped out of his skin, lashing out with his good back leg and promptly knocking Rikkon on his butt. The small Rikkon had a bruise on his face for weeks, although the pair became friends, both their quiet personalities making it easy for them to converse.
Rumor has it;;
Cow 1;; -whispers- What do I know about Frisco "Rockin' Roll?" I hear his nose ring is insured for 1000 bales of hay!
Cow 2;; I heard that last week, he snorted and every other bull went screaming to the hills!
Cow 3;; Someone told me that when he was in the rodeo, no other cow could even match his record.
Rikkon;; One time, Frisco kicked me in the face. It was awesome.
.o p t i m i s m. wins!
