• Sound, medium build with well-developed lean muscle. Enabran's kind are hardy and fleet-footed forest dwellers, and he adheres closely to the type.
• Deep, velvety blue coat like a clear and starless night, completely unmarked except by a long crooked stocking that traces all the way up his right flank, a star in the center of his forehead, and a faint dusting of silvery freckles on his cheeks. His eyes are a warm copper-brown.
• His mane and leonine tail are long but neatly kept, with the silky hair growing naturally in bright chromatic shades.
• Modestly-sized but sturdy silver antlers grow from his brow. Tied to the fork of his left antler with tightly-woven hemp twine is a copper coin embossed with a religious symbol.
• Enabran's nose and right ear have been pierced, and he wears a silver septum ring and two silver hoops in his right ear.
• When he feels positive emotions such as happiness or excitement, his mane and tail hair will shed faint glittery trails of rainbow light in their wake.

• Curious, observant pattern seeker with a deeply-rooted desire to understand.
• The Sindrene people follow the principle that one's action's should always be guided by one of the seven virtues. Enabran values the virtue of honesty above all others.
• Tends to prioritize the needs and desires of others over his own - not to please them, but to help them feel the peace he lacks.
• Is secretly frightened by the foul taste and color of his own thoughts and struggles to do what he feels is right, especially when in distress.
• Generous with his affection once his trust has been earned, but has a very long memory for those that wrong him.
• Torn between the traditions of his religious upbringing and the desire to innovate and grow beyond its rigid structure.

Enabran Tain was born of the Sindrene, a devoutly religious race of forest dwellers as elusive as they are colorful. He was slow to develop compared to his peers and, while he did not want for friendly social interaction, he was more inclined to spend his days reciting the Songs of Sindri with his elders or exploring the natural wonders of the Shining Weald alone than sparring or chasing. His lack of ambition vexed his mother, Ilani - a proud yet fragile gloryhound who, despite possessing some admirable qualities, still consistently managed to bloviate her way into a state of general unpopularity with the herd - but such fractious desires only grew more repulsive to him with age. Ilani scolded him constantly, and his father (sympathetic though he was) stood by in silence.

Inevitably this private struggle turned grotesquely, traumatically public. Enabran, then a young stallion and long since fed up with his mother's abuse, ran afoul of an acquaintance with more antlers than sense and an axe to grind: he may not have slung the first insults, but he most certainly landed the first blow...

...and almost nothing else.

Enabran paid handsomely for the many lessons he learned that day. After the brief but chaotic clash of antlers, he had suffered a badly broken hind leg that would almost claim his life. Devrim, his father, finally summoned the Priory elders when he lost the ability to stand - against his mother's loud protestations that her son was strong, actually, and other such things that have long since smeared into the red haze of his memory.

Delirious with pain and fever, he could remember little of the healing ritual that followed. He had once ached to watch the elders beseech Sindri directly someday, hungry as he had been to see the forest god's grace in action - but when he awoke hours later, his hind leg miraculously mended and seared white by Sindri's mercy, he screamed for several minutes, then said nothing at all for weeks. He lacked the fortitude to describe what had horrified him so. He feared what they would think. He feared what they might do.

So Enabran did what he could to move on. He was healed, as many in the Weald were swift to point out in joyous tones, and they were far better at congratulating him on his guaranteed acceptance into the Priory than he was at ignoring the way they gawked at the mercy mark that scored his flank like lightning. Even so, he didn't blame them: if the evidence of their god's good work writ large across his flesh had not successfully othered him from the community, then the sudden onset of night terrors certainly would have. Navigating his new reality exhausted him.

When several seasons of suffering saw the deep well of his endurance run dry at last, he confronted his father quietly with the desire to travel beyond the borders of the Shining Weald in search of peace for his troubled spirit. Devrim understood, and in exchange for his silence (for Ilani would undoubtedly rage at her son's flight from the forest, and goodness knows how far she would go to retrieve him) he asked only that Enabran carry a piece of the forest with him in the hope that one day his search might lead him home. Enabran accepted the token - a small copper medallion affixed with thick twine to his antler - and stole away into the wilderness before his resolve could fail him.

Primary Magic: Honesty

Fledgling: Were there no heaven nor hell, I would still be honest.

As his latent magical affinity toward the virtue of Honesty awakens, Enabran has developed an innate instinct for sensing honesty and deception in others. While he cannot yet identify how someone is attempting to deceive him, he feels a general negative vibe when deception is taking place, and he similarly feels a sense of "rightness" when someone is being honest.

Secondary Magic: Psychometry

Fledgling: And history with all her volumes vast, hath but one page.

When Enabran touches an object or individual, he may be inundated with psychic impressions of their past. At this stage in his practice, piecing together a coherent narrative is difficult, as the impressions are brief, incomplete, or muddled by extremes of emotion.

Tertiary Magic: Shapeshifting

Fledgling:

Enabran has bonded with the spirit of an old german owl pigeon, and acquired the ability to transform into it. In his inexperience, he must struggle against the bird's natural instincts while shapeshifted, and is only able to maintain the transformation for short periods of time. He can project his thoughts telepathically to other nearby equines while transformed in order to communicate with them.