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Post by ».d.r.e.a.m. [ღ] on Oct 17, 2009 15:32:44 GMT 1
Concerning the Basics;
Name; Tombstone's Revenge
Nickname; Tombstone, Tomb
Age; Yearling
Gender; Stallion
Breed; Arabian x Quarter Horse x Paint Horse x Rocky Mountain Horse x Friesian
Tribe; Eternal Darkness
Reading the Appearance;
Color; White
Mane Color; Black
Tail Color; Black
Eye Color; Dark blue
Scars; Hoofprint on the center of his skull in white hairs
Markings; Black blaze, stockings and patch on his shoulder
Height; 17 hands
Weight; 1500 lbs
Build; Muscular, Friesian
Overall Appearance; This young stud hosts a large bulk, thick and bulky skull, and muscular limbs. His pelt shines white in any light that strikes it, though black drips from his shoulder blades down to his leg joints, an obvious reminder of his cross breedings. Ebony creeps up his legs, to his knees and hocks, like the stud had stepped into black paint and the result remained. The last speck of black starts in a large blob in the center of his skull, rolling down his facial features to end in a snip. The one peculiarity of this marking is the scar that runs smack dab in the middle of the beginning, a mark from his childhood left from his twin sister. Rolling and wavy locks of a dark midnight hue extend from a rounded heart shaped rump, to drag the ground. Lengthy mane of the same staining extends to his leg joints, and his forelock normally covers the scar and the main point of his blaze, unless curved over like commonly done. Eyes of a rich seductive red-violet peer out from beneath such locks, always watching, always alert.
Examining the Mind;
Personality; That would have to be something that changes quite consistently. In the beginning, he was mentally deranged, perhaps more so now that he is alone in his body. The stallion craves bloodshed and anguish, finds delight in others pain, relishes in the fading of life from one's eyes... yet the brute leaves it as just that. A mutilated corpse, for the buzzards to eat and to announce to all others the deed that's been done. Quite cynical, this boy is, belligerent as well. Traits all inherited from his parents themselves. From his grandfather, the beast receives his sadistic trait. Cynical? He came up with that one on his own. The side effects of his past skitzo lifestyle itch their ways into the corners of his mind, creating the slightest hint of a gentle being hidden beneath all of those layers of darkness. Tombstone can be described as your typical dark... but would descriptions really fit?
Likes; Raisur, Midnight Sonata, Wiccan's Rede, love, anguish, distrust, tormentation, death
Dislikes; Others comfort, playing, those who try to harm his friends, his past, his father
Habits; Always returns to unfinished business, even if it will get him in trouble/hurt
Pros; Level headed, can be gentle and sincere, follows his word, honest
Cons; Twists words, cynical, sadistic, malicious
Secrets; He kills others to try and find someone worthy of giving him his own death
Further Detail;
Mother; DreamWeaver
Father; Spiritspawn
Siblings; Tempest
Offspring; None
Other Relations; N.A
Past; Born on the lands known as the Scarred Warrior, out of a mare named DreamWeaver to a stallion named Spiritspawn, Raisur was at the up most advantage. Formerly called Tombstone's Revenge at that time, he was born with a twin sister, Tempest. His father, Spiritspawn, was the Feared One of the land, Tempest was named the heir because she was the more dangerous of the two. Living in his sisters shadow, the two were inseparable, despite his jealousy. The two rough housed frequently, and at one time, Tempest reared and struck Tombstone in the center of his skull. He fell, unconscious, for a few hours, where his new and deranged world arose. When he awoke, he'd found himself mute, and refused to talk. A war was arising against his father, thus the darks were gathered in an army around him. Tombstone was told to remain as far away from Naussica as possible, because Naussica was destined to become his lover. The colt soon disregarded his father and snuck off, away from Tempest, with the filly. She was the first one to help him find his voice. Soon after, an earthquake struck the Scarred Warrior and killed Spiritspawn and DreamWeaver went into grieving, staying behind at their herd land ruins, while the survivors went on to find the new lands. Tempest became Feared One, though Naussica talked Tombstone into taking the throne, thus resulting in him murdering his sibling. His mind became more warped, and his actions unpredictable. After having a foal born to him from a mare other than Naussica by force, he went truly insane, and found his way to these lands, where his persona was forgotten and his other part of his mind took over, naming him Raisur, and Tombstone's Revenge lies in the shadows of his mind, the two often conversing, that is, until they split. Raisur went into a wolf's body, leaving the equine one to Tombstone - it was only fair, since it was Tombstone's body in the first place. They had crossed many lands, leaving their homeland far behind, and crossing paths with many. One mare is the sire of his foal, though he knows nothing of the resulting child or the mare, and it's a detail of such minuscule importance that he forgets it ever happened. Of course, he met Wiccan's Rede and Midnight Sonata... but nature took its course, and they were seperated upon Raisur and his return to his birthland.
Other; N.A
Concerning the Companion optional
Name; Raisur
Species; Wolf
Breed; Timber Wolf
Age; yearling
Color; The brute is considered large for his species, yet he finds it completely normal. Sheets of onxy layer his body, coating him nearly completely. Where it doesn't cover his build, white dominates. This drips from his nose, down under his muzzle, his chest, all over his tail and the insides of his legs. While this is completely normal for a wolf, his markings begin to differ. The white on the insides of his legs shifts position at his knees, swirling around his legs in a pattern, completely covering each of his front paws. His hind legs are completely white from the hock down, and an equine-like blaze runs down the center of the wolf's skull. His eyes are a deep dark blue, mixed with silver around the pupils. His paws are large, yet unlike other wolf's, his pads aren't black, they're silver. His nose is black fading into silver at the bottom, due to a chemical encounter years ago.
Height; Thirty two inches
Gender; Male
Personality; The baron is slightly insane, meaning simply that he imagines things. Odd things. A jack in the box beside a tree, dead bodies that talk, the whole nine yards. Yet he's learned to ignore that, and acts normal... most of the time. The brute is caring to his friends, compassionate to his family, and brutal to those who are outside the loop. He would fight to his death to defend those he loves, even though blood shed, like the other three in his family, entices him beyond belief. Death isn't a fear of his, for when it comes, he'll embrace it with an open mind. It's part of life. He sees his life as fair and just, and believes all should use said traits in their life. If someone backstabs him, he'll do his best to reek revenge on their soul, the unlucky beast. Yet give him your devotion, and Rairai will be the best friend you can ever expect to have.
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Name; Tombstone's Revenge
Nickname; Tombstone, Tomb
Age; Yearling
Gender; Stallion
Breed; Arabian x Quarter Horse x Paint Horse x Rocky Mountain Horse x Friesian
Tribe; Eternal Darkness
Reading the Appearance;
Color; White
Mane Color; Black
Tail Color; Black
Eye Color; Dark blue
Scars; Hoofprint on the center of his skull in white hairs
Markings; Black blaze, stockings and patch on his shoulder
Height; 17 hands
Weight; 1500 lbs
Build; Muscular, Friesian
Overall Appearance; This young stud hosts a large bulk, thick and bulky skull, and muscular limbs. His pelt shines white in any light that strikes it, though black drips from his shoulder blades down to his leg joints, an obvious reminder of his cross breedings. Ebony creeps up his legs, to his knees and hocks, like the stud had stepped into black paint and the result remained. The last speck of black starts in a large blob in the center of his skull, rolling down his facial features to end in a snip. The one peculiarity of this marking is the scar that runs smack dab in the middle of the beginning, a mark from his childhood left from his twin sister. Rolling and wavy locks of a dark midnight hue extend from a rounded heart shaped rump, to drag the ground. Lengthy mane of the same staining extends to his leg joints, and his forelock normally covers the scar and the main point of his blaze, unless curved over like commonly done. Eyes of a rich seductive red-violet peer out from beneath such locks, always watching, always alert.
Examining the Mind;
Personality; That would have to be something that changes quite consistently. In the beginning, he was mentally deranged, perhaps more so now that he is alone in his body. The stallion craves bloodshed and anguish, finds delight in others pain, relishes in the fading of life from one's eyes... yet the brute leaves it as just that. A mutilated corpse, for the buzzards to eat and to announce to all others the deed that's been done. Quite cynical, this boy is, belligerent as well. Traits all inherited from his parents themselves. From his grandfather, the beast receives his sadistic trait. Cynical? He came up with that one on his own. The side effects of his past skitzo lifestyle itch their ways into the corners of his mind, creating the slightest hint of a gentle being hidden beneath all of those layers of darkness. Tombstone can be described as your typical dark... but would descriptions really fit?
Likes; Raisur, Midnight Sonata, Wiccan's Rede, love, anguish, distrust, tormentation, death
Dislikes; Others comfort, playing, those who try to harm his friends, his past, his father
Habits; Always returns to unfinished business, even if it will get him in trouble/hurt
Pros; Level headed, can be gentle and sincere, follows his word, honest
Cons; Twists words, cynical, sadistic, malicious
Secrets; He kills others to try and find someone worthy of giving him his own death
Further Detail;
Mother; DreamWeaver
Father; Spiritspawn
Siblings; Tempest
Offspring; None
Other Relations; N.A
Past; Born on the lands known as the Scarred Warrior, out of a mare named DreamWeaver to a stallion named Spiritspawn, Raisur was at the up most advantage. Formerly called Tombstone's Revenge at that time, he was born with a twin sister, Tempest. His father, Spiritspawn, was the Feared One of the land, Tempest was named the heir because she was the more dangerous of the two. Living in his sisters shadow, the two were inseparable, despite his jealousy. The two rough housed frequently, and at one time, Tempest reared and struck Tombstone in the center of his skull. He fell, unconscious, for a few hours, where his new and deranged world arose. When he awoke, he'd found himself mute, and refused to talk. A war was arising against his father, thus the darks were gathered in an army around him. Tombstone was told to remain as far away from Naussica as possible, because Naussica was destined to become his lover. The colt soon disregarded his father and snuck off, away from Tempest, with the filly. She was the first one to help him find his voice. Soon after, an earthquake struck the Scarred Warrior and killed Spiritspawn and DreamWeaver went into grieving, staying behind at their herd land ruins, while the survivors went on to find the new lands. Tempest became Feared One, though Naussica talked Tombstone into taking the throne, thus resulting in him murdering his sibling. His mind became more warped, and his actions unpredictable. After having a foal born to him from a mare other than Naussica by force, he went truly insane, and found his way to these lands, where his persona was forgotten and his other part of his mind took over, naming him Raisur, and Tombstone's Revenge lies in the shadows of his mind, the two often conversing, that is, until they split. Raisur went into a wolf's body, leaving the equine one to Tombstone - it was only fair, since it was Tombstone's body in the first place. They had crossed many lands, leaving their homeland far behind, and crossing paths with many. One mare is the sire of his foal, though he knows nothing of the resulting child or the mare, and it's a detail of such minuscule importance that he forgets it ever happened. Of course, he met Wiccan's Rede and Midnight Sonata... but nature took its course, and they were seperated upon Raisur and his return to his birthland.
Other; N.A
Concerning the Companion optional
Name; Raisur
Species; Wolf
Breed; Timber Wolf
Age; yearling
Color; The brute is considered large for his species, yet he finds it completely normal. Sheets of onxy layer his body, coating him nearly completely. Where it doesn't cover his build, white dominates. This drips from his nose, down under his muzzle, his chest, all over his tail and the insides of his legs. While this is completely normal for a wolf, his markings begin to differ. The white on the insides of his legs shifts position at his knees, swirling around his legs in a pattern, completely covering each of his front paws. His hind legs are completely white from the hock down, and an equine-like blaze runs down the center of the wolf's skull. His eyes are a deep dark blue, mixed with silver around the pupils. His paws are large, yet unlike other wolf's, his pads aren't black, they're silver. His nose is black fading into silver at the bottom, due to a chemical encounter years ago.
Height; Thirty two inches
Gender; Male
Personality; The baron is slightly insane, meaning simply that he imagines things. Odd things. A jack in the box beside a tree, dead bodies that talk, the whole nine yards. Yet he's learned to ignore that, and acts normal... most of the time. The brute is caring to his friends, compassionate to his family, and brutal to those who are outside the loop. He would fight to his death to defend those he loves, even though blood shed, like the other three in his family, entices him beyond belief. Death isn't a fear of his, for when it comes, he'll embrace it with an open mind. It's part of life. He sees his life as fair and just, and believes all should use said traits in their life. If someone backstabs him, he'll do his best to reek revenge on their soul, the unlucky beast. Yet give him your devotion, and Rairai will be the best friend you can ever expect to have.
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