Feared One Auditions

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The Feared One Auditions... oh jeeze.

Here's the drill. I want the following filled out.

Character Name;
Age;
Gender;
Breed;
Height;
Appearance;
Personality;
History;
SAMPLE POST;

The sample post and personality are the two major components to this, as the Feared One must be very dark and sinister, and the sample post must be WITH the character you're using to apply for the position. The Feared One is the one everyone hates (boo) and some admire, many want to be the Feared One, others want to be around him, and others want him dead. So, this task will be difficult, as in the war, the Feared One will be taking on the strongest rpers and should be able to have the skill to unite others beneath himself/herself to have their own army.

Still up to it?
Fill out the form, and the applicants will be put in a poll. I won't say when the deadline is until a week before.

[teh spooky duck. rar.]

the
TERM -INATor

'ghosts and witches and creatures of fright...
don't forget to remember halloween night...
when you can come, and play a fool...
and this year, you'll see me, the ghoul!'

Character Name; Terminator [term] she knows no other name
Age; seven
Gender; preffered femme, but either way will work
Breed; [starting with most dominant]Andalusion. Arabian. Marwari. Belgian.
Height; 17.1 hands high
Appearance; You'de think, that with a horse of her stature, she'd have many a scars to litter her precious pelt, but unusally, she doesn't. It seems everything heals without a scar. Many horses claim the scars are their trophies, but her trophies are in her mind, dusty on her shelf. Her pelt is a dull buckskin paint, her chest is white as is paint splashed onto it, leading across her boa to her cheek bone and goes to the ear. She had a lil splotch of buckskin on her nose.
Here
here
Personality;
Reminds me of: Adolf Hitler

Though the tough tend to rather dumb, this femme is rather intelligent, seeking out the weak and terminating them. She refers to herself as the terminator, and she wants to be called term. No, she will be called term. Her mind is set one way, and to do something else is punishable by death. Her heart can be taken, and unlike many dark mares, she hasn't had her heart broken [many blame the hatred in their hearts on a terrible act]. Term feels the world must stay in balance, hence 'terminating' the lesser and weaker equines. Though she herself is a mare, she doesn't see it that way. She counts herself as a stud, not thinking that shes a mare. When shes dettermined something, its set in stone. Her rules aren't easily manipulated, and she doesn't take rejection. If she needs an heir, she will find a stallion to breed her, but will find no emotional ties. Love is a word she doesn't speak of. This horse is as tough as a nail, and as dangerous as you walking barefoot in a pit of the most dangerous snakes in the world. Her overwhelming beauty contridicts with the emotions. Though she doesn't seem very dark and Fear worthy at first, its her temper that gets her. She doesn't like chatting, especially not wit-well, no one. Thats simple enough, eh? Shes a stuborn and sadistic mare that will keep you on your toes, no willing to ever give up. Shes a witty mare as well, clever, and will trick a horse before taking their life. Evil. One word.

History;
Her history isn't that important, nor great. She grew up with only her mother, who was almost as evil as she, though dumb as a nut. At the age of two, her mother was taken from her, and she soon roamed, and found this little island. Soon after, she decided to claim the high position, hated and feared by many. Her evil mind soon went to play as the position was taken. This is where we are now.

'Wind washed over her shivering pelt like water, skimming over the surface just enough to chill her hide. It worked. Nostrils flared slightly as she inhaled the intoxicating stenchs, many smells ranging from floral to blood. A grin crossed her ivories, the white flashing in the dark crevice she hid in. Her metallic, though dull brown hide seemed like metal, reflecting the picture before her. The white wasn't engrossed with dirt, instead slate clean. Air rushed before her, though now she manipulated it so it didn't chill her. She was tired of cold. The femme simply stared at the stallion who moved before her. When he moved, it was like watching a robot moved, his rugged, thick movements as if he clung with metal. It was a disgrace, to see such a 'killer', a stallion at that, moving so unnaturally. A hiss ignited from her teeth chattering from fake cold, but soon emited from her lips, cascading, colder than the ice that clung to his mane. Rearing slightly, just enough to dominate, she giggled a cold and emotionless laugh. Optics glinted with hate as she sized the stallion up, knowing she could take him, she moved from the shadows to face him, her breath butchered from her lungs. 'Is there an excuse?' She swallowed. It was amazing, she killed all the time, but she knew the stallion could kill the small mare better than he had, so he was to be killed as well. She would show him how it was done. His white pelt was dirtied with blood and dirt, though not the femmes blood. Snarling with anger, the femme sneered words to him, concealing the real anger that went with it. 'Time. To. Be. Terminated!' With that, he knew he was gone. '
But you see, i can't explain this nearly as well as she herself could, so perhaps you'de like to here from her herself? Would you like that, my freind?
You nod, explaining you want the gore from the ghoul herself. Well, the silence was eerie, making your leg tap the floor as you waited. But then, you hear a whisp of flesh, a click of hooves.
'She's coming. And im leaving. Goodluck, fair ones..'
Tension is in the air as she arrives, her head hung with tiredness and her nares flared.
'I beleive you'de like to hear what happened, and i'm delighted to explain.
The smirk on her face is anything but inviting. Her voice drones out the silence as she explains. You're enthralled. Her presence is nerve wracking, but her beauty and trance keep your stare locked on her.
'The stallion groaned slightly, knowing his life would last only a few moments longer. Her stare would freeze anyone, anything. She inhales before comanding he bow. Reluctantly, but knowing whats best for him, he moveds to his knees, his ivory mane falling over his eyes. A grin covers her facade, lighting up the area around her. His screams of agony are muted by her powers. First, she explains, he fell to his side motionless, she comanded him to stand, she wanted him to feel it. She wanted those who did wrong to know what they did. She wanted him to suffer, for lacking what she had. Suddenly, she realized, not everyones as perfect as you. With that mear thought, another stallions life was lost. How easy, she remebers thinking, would it be to choose if this happened. She would need an heir, and only the strongest would ever mount her. Her sick grin stayed on her lips the whole time, and even now, looking to something we can't see, shes grinning her sick grin, making it easier to look at her, but harder to look away. She hisses, explaining the blood, the exposure of the body, and the unnecessary praise she got. Her herd of close followers hated her. Most would die in the next week. The gruesome details of each kill ring in your ears and you merely listen, not thinking, only listen. 'There is no wrath like a womans scorn.

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{ O.o C] unfinished XD

[Dyzzie]

Just to see what would happen... Grim needs some admiration for his cruel, lethal ways anywho

Character Name;
The Title is Grim Reaper.
But Grim works all the same

Age;
I've seen enough to equal a thousand life times
But unfortunately I've managed to creep
unseen for four mere years

Gender;
The blood that runs threw these
veins match most those of my father
the most, so it is only
right for me to be a stallion, no?

Breed;
Ah, such an interesting
question, I'll give you that
How would it look for the, Feared One
to be no more than a misfit
A mix of Unicorn, Pegasus, and Vampyre?

Height;
My height defies logic
in more ways than
merely one, dear.
Draft appearance raises my height to 17.2 hh
But I'm well over 23 hh when my wings
are extended
straight above me

Appearance;
Such an delightful question this is.
My coloring is that of a silver dapple, a
rich body of pure ebony black, as untainted
as the precious onyx mined
from the earth. Yet tresses,
tresses white as coveted ivory
fall in loose tumbling waves around
my entire being. My mane is long, thick,
a mix of friesian and gypsy vanner looking locks
that roam down my neck.
The ends of which curl demandingly
around my kneecaps.
My tail, starkissed, commands attention
as thick, loose curls cause it to
seemingly bounce in place as it
careens down over my haunches
falling in chaotic order
and mixing into the thick feathering that
surrounds my dinner plate size hooves.
I am a mammoth beast, large, stealthy,
and muscled, as is obvious. Featherings of
Black surround charcoal hooves, except
for my left back hoof, which houses a white sock.
A large white blaze slithers
down my facade, encasing the top half
of my muzzle in it's snowy grip.
A large horn of silver erupts from my
cranium, stretching about
a foot or so from my crown, ending in a
wicked tip. The horn itself appears curled, a
circular patter that can be
followed around the horn to the tip.
A teardrop ruby, the color of blood
sits at the base of my beloved horn.
Wings erupt from my shoulder
blades in a fury of ebon feathers
Pure black, they stretch to about
a 17 to 20 foot wings span.
I've never had it measured so I can't be sure.
And finally, my incisors have a slight 'fanged'
appearance and is the only hint in my
obvious build of my vampyric
blood. And finally, I have two scars upon my body.
One in the center of my forehead, a slight scar, like
crescent moon, almost invisible
and one upon my neck.

Personality;
Ah, you see, while my darling sister
is obviousily a creature of insanity,
I am the one with control in our duo.
I am the calm, the one who knows
just how to appear, and the one who keeps
her from going totally insane. I think highly of myself,
but I will put others first, when they deserve it
And only then. I am an antisocial stallion,
because of my... interesting history, and
I despise strangers. My only companion is a black cat
that I have learned to be named Hallow's Eve.
Rather gorgeous being she is, too. I am protective
of my sister, blood, and she is the only one, and only thing...
other than Hallow's Eve that I car about it.

I have a fascination with death, and the structure of bones.
Rather ironic, with my name, no?

While I may be the one secretly in command, I will
let my sister do the talking, until I get
annoyed of her constantly going off topic.
Then I take over. I am quiet, keeping my thoughts my own
which tends to make others believe I am
'retarded' but I don't really care, i probably
pick up on more than anyone else does

I am a patient stallion, though I don't show it.
Mysteriousness, and Darkness are some of my key
make up, but an air of gentleness is given out only
to my sister. You can't but love the insane.
I also tend to have a fondness of foals who are either alone,
or have been threw an ordeal as similar as mine.

I am a nocturnal beast, and Blood often
says it is another example of my 'vampyric' self.
While my sister has a fascination with her blood,
I prefer the Grim ways of Death, and Bones...

Ironic, I know.

History;
Grim Reaper and his sister have an interesting
history. WHy do I Mention Grim's sister in this
little insert? Because, his history involves her so
much, and hers involves him....

Born on a stormy night in the middle of June,
Grim Reaper was born first, and a few minutes later,
his sister, Blood Ties quickly followed. Of course,
their odd looks has little to be desired by their
herd. Claiming the foals were touched by the hand of
satan. Demon Spawn they were called, do to their almost
frightening appearance. Blood Ties with her appaloosa
marking that made it appear as if she had been
splattered with blood. And Young Grim Reaper who was eery
clothed in black, his tresses dyed white. THeir mother, a
beautiful sorrel thoroughbred cared nothing about how her
'babies,' looked though, however, their black appaloosa father
wasn't to sure how to handle them all. While he was
nervous around them, his mate, well she loved them
all the same.

But the twins noticed that everyone was careful not
to become attached to Grim. It was when the twins
were 3 months old, and suddenly seperated that they
knew something was up. Grim and Blood threw fit after
fit after fit about being seperated, until finally their
parents allowed the siblings together for a few hours each day.

It as during these hours that the twins began to plan.
When Grim's sister was 6 months old, their mother
went to her, to tell her the truth. His sister had come
straight to him, telling him about the adult's plan to
sacrifice him. And he knew that he wouldn't let that
happen to him. He would not leave his sister.

Naturally they began to plot their escape. Unfortunately
there was not enough time. They came for Grim before the
two foals could come up with a plan. So the twins improvised.
Grim and Blood fought back. The foals attacked the two mares
that had come to get Grim, and shocked by the display
of violence, the two mares had no choice but to attack
back, barely able to call to a nearby stallion for help.

The Stallion immediantly went for the target, Grim,
kicking him in the neck, before dagger's crashed into
the foal's forehead, though Grim was able to swish
out of the way just in time, so he only got a fraction
of the power that was meant behind the blow.
But it was enough to scar over in time

Young Blood suffered the least of the fight,
from a long gash in her stomach, and along her
rump, Grim however, was bleeding from a
wound on his forehead, painting his white blaze red
with blood. He also had a huge gash on the side of his
neck, that his mane kept getting whipped into as the twins ran.

Since their horrific experience, the twins have kept a
low profile, and now are 4 years old, with only scars
and memories to remind them of that fateful day. Now
they are in new lands, these lands, and this time they
are hoping to actually create a life.

SAMPLE POST;

X. G R I M . R E A P E R .X
Kill the lights,
These children learn from cigarette burns,
fast cars, fast women, and cheap drinks,
It feels right,
All these asphyxiated, self-medicated;
take the white pill, you'll feel alright,

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The whistling wind vibrated across the plains of clouds, whipping it’s way violently threw the sky, attempting to toss anything out of it’s way. Three lone figures battled against the wind, regardless, wings pushed out to a lazy length, easily coasting upon the harsh winds that attempted to tear them from the sky. The moon shone high over head of the group of four, ulliminating them only to their fellow companions. A large, stallion of draft built was leading in the front, his black and white appearance almost blinding in to the night sky, from the way his black hide blended with the night, and the way his ivory threads spread out, like mere hints of galaxies unknown. A black cat curled up between his wings, keeping herself warm, as she watched from the safety of his back. An appaloosa mare flew on his right hand side, her giggling laughter bouncing threw the air, as the mighty stallion rolled his eyes. He kept his thoughts and voice silent as the mare talked constantly to a Raven that flew a little ahead of her. Scarlett’s occasional tones lighting up the air, harmonizing remarkably well with his sister’s own juberant lyrics. The stallion, yet, paid no head, as he coasted on a current he had been lucky to find, his wings stretched out to maximum length, occasionally brushing those of his sisters. ”Grimmy? Are we going to land soon? I’m getting tired…” Blood, the mare, asked. The stallion glanced over, a sigh escaping his lips, before nodding, and angling down wards. ”Careful, Grim Reaper.” His cat purred, as his swift movements tossled her slightly. He grunted slightly, the sound obviousily apologetic, but the words never left his muzzle. Hallow’s Eve merely shrugged, closing her eyes and nestled closer to him, her paws gently massaging some of the tension knots that were developing.

He’d been with his sister too long. Grim’s eyes ran to his twin sister as she giggled, folding her white and chestnut wings in slightly, letting the current propel her faster towards the ground. Grim shook his head, before letting his wings half fold in, using just the tips to guide himself easily towards the ground. A loud caw carried Grim’s eyes towards his sister once more, as Scarlett Letter attempted to warn Blood Ties of the trees. Grim let out a silent breath as the mare quickly altered her tragectoray, before swooping beneath the forest line, and towards a clearing down below. Grim followed silently, floating on soundless winds, as he landed easily upon his hooves, first his back, than his front, and walked into the landing a few steps before stopping. He lowered his massive form to the ground, allowing his companion to jump off, as the creature mewed her thanks, she trotted towards a small stream, were she promptly sat down, and began to wash herself.

An everyday occurance, this mere action was. For her to wash herself, attempt to get her hair in order after a long days flight. Hallow was one of those who just had to have their appearance in order. Her excuse? ”You never know who is coming to meet you. Or when they will be here, Grim Dear.” Ah yes, didn’t he know those words by heart. Quite thoroughly, indeed.

Grim moved over to where his sister was talking with her Raven, her loud chatter annoying his ears slightly. Grim lay his muzzle upon his back, tugging on her mane slightly to let her know he was there, as his eyes closed. He felt her nose upon his neck, as she nipped him affectionately, even as Grim carefully blocked out her insane chatter. The stallion felt his breath even out, as he lifted away from his sister, and soon her voice rang out too him. "Grim, let's go on a walk, I am bored!" Grim nodded, and allowed her to walk ahead of him. He gave a soft snort, causing Hallow to look at him, before running to him, and leaping at him. Grim held himself still as her claws stuck deep with in his flesh upon his side, as she struggled to climb up the rest of his side, and sat upon his back. Her head lowered to his wounds, licking them once in apology, and grim snorted, before picking up from a walk into a trot to catch up with his sister. "And then, he was like 'what ever bitch.' And She was all 'Excuse me?'" Grim eagerly toned out Blood and Scarlett's chatter, before snorting, tapping his sister's flank once, and used his nose to point out that he was going to leave them for a bit. With a nod, Blood kept up her conversation, and Grim shook out his rich ivory hair, before gathering his powerful hindquarter's beneath him, and with a jump he flung out his ebony wings, throwing together a quick up and down flaps of his wings, before he finally had himself safely in the air. The stallion shook his head, before lowering it slightly, feeling the shiny rod of his horn against his chest, before he stretched out his wings to coast, using the end feathers to dictate where he was going. His eyes flew shut, and when they opened again the copper orbs gleamed almost darkly with in their sockets, and Hallow hissed from his back, grinning to herself. Time for some fun...

I just set them up, just set them, jest set them up, to knock them down

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Status: Complete
Muse: Horrible, can ya tell
Character: Grim Reaper
Gender: Viper
Alliance: Misfit
For: The Feared One Auditions
Notes: Horrible post, just an example
Playlist: Starstruckk by 3OH!3 and I ain't you're boyfriend, Baby by 3OH!3

Post: Black
Thoughts: 000033
Words: F8F8FF
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[★ Cricket ★]

Character Name; Satan's Angelic Pride
Age; 6
Gender; Female
Breed;Friesian
Height; 17 hh
Appearance;
Personality;
History;
SAMPLE POST;

[NOT DONE!! I'll spice it up later =D]