Post by Taelai on Jul 8, 2009 14:42:15 GMT -5
Name: Rauko Deloth
Gender: Stallion
Age: Fifteen
Chosen Alignment: Incendits
Breed: Freisian X Shire (Draft Mix)
Height and weight: 17.3hh 1900 lbs (Roughly)
Physical Description: A beast he is, his pelt is rough not something you want to touch, though yes it is rough it is not filthy just holds a rough texture to it, his eyes are as dark as the void and yet in the correct light they are not, rather than being a gentle nut brown his eyes are dark in terms of brown and almost verge on black...
His rough pelt once held but one pure shade, that shade being of the darkest, midnight black. But now, a fight with a cougar a beast he loved to fight, it left it's mark upon his body, for starting at the right hand, side of his muzzle is a rugged silver in shade scar, this runs beneath his long greasy mane and down his spine only changing direction just above his flank here it takes a turn toward his leg in two sharp points...
He wears his scar with pride, this is the only scar that shows as clear as day but he does posess more than that simple one, just finding them is the task given...
His mane and tail are both long, wavy, but have a rough greasy look to them, to touch they are like running your hand through razorgrass, rough with a knife like feel, but just because the hair feels this way does not mean it marks you, no rather this is just something as simple as a texture and look...
He is tall and strong in his build, musscles bluge beneath his dark fur, and he knows how strong he is, he knows his apperance is nothing amazing, nothing that any nice mare wishes to look at. But to think he cares is to consider him weak.
The feather around his black hooves is as dark as the rest of his pelt, the feather thick and in places matted with what appears to be blood? This longer fur also holds a rough un-cared for look and so don't look at him in hopes to see some form of beauty, for that is the last thing you will find...
So a beast both in size, body mass color and texture, why is he so careless for his apperance, well why should you care about what you look like when your life has already been cursed one of pain?
Personality: Quite simply he is a sadistic stallion, mares are his toys and other stallions are there for his own amusement, pain is his favoured part of life and so without it consider yourself loved...
If you were to give him a choice, a foals death to spare his own life, you would expect him to spare the foal no? well thats it, he would give the foals life away with the excuse 'It has not yet lived and so therefore does not need the experince. Anyway, it got in my way...'
Though he enjoys the mares suffering before during and after the pregnancy he hates foals, so little ladys if he holds you as his own be prepared to fight for the life of any foals you have for he is more than willing to cull any even if they are spawned by him...
STATS:
Strength: 6
Agility: 5
Intellect: 4
Wisdom: 2
Looks: 1
Strength: 6
Agility: 5
Intellect: 4
Wisdom: 2
Looks: 1
Example RP post:She was so pretty with her blood stained white pelt, oh so very pretty it was a shame to see her go, but at the same time that brought me the utmost joy. Hearing that final scream as her body refused to live on and her soul escaped into the otherworld...
He had collected roughly five or so mares, and as each day passed he would collect another to replace one he had just 'lost' the mares all knew the fate that stood ahead of them, but untill he wanted them they all were well kept like your pet would be...
A young mare was his newest and more prized toy, he had recently snatched the squirming filly from her parents and got away dragging the young mare by her forelock listning as she kicked and screamed that he release her and let her run free once more...
But he wanted her like she wanted her freedom, she had high ranking parents and a beautifull palomino pelt with black stockings and a white blaze, ever so beautifull and a pure bred at that, something that is difficult to find now he thought...
She unlike the others was taken straight to his sleeping quaters, a large dark cave with little light, and few sounsd to break the silence that terrified the young filly, she was shoved down onto a thick layer of what felt like horse fur, had she fallen over another horse and landed on others?
It was hard to understand for she heard nothing, there was a dead like smell hanging in the air and then the smell of that vicious stallion who now lay over her forcing her to stay where she had been put... He loved to hear them scream, feel them tremble with fear as he caused them some form of pain...
"Entertain me!"
He demanded standing and pushing her to her feet, he waited and continued waiting wondering if ever she would stand, his dark eyes glinting gently in what little light illuminated the cave that was filled with pelts of mares and stallions he had tortured untill there death took them....
She did not entertain him and so thus she being just of age was forced into bearing his first foal that would survive, or would it? She screamed and pleaded, these sounds music to his 'demonic' ears as he forced the young mare, once done he pushed her into a small cave shoving a large boulder in front of it to stop her escaping, only a small hole at the top allowed her to breathe...
She was left for days at a time only once or twice a week would he take her to water and allow her to graze for an hour, her once beautifull pelt had become stained with many intresting things most disusting to normal beings but to him it made her even more beautifull...
He watched her as the foal grew within her, and each day for her was torture never once did he say something in her favour, finally she birthed a foal with a muddy brown pelt, black legs and muzzle with a black mane and tail, perfect female to...
He raised the foal mostly himself, only letting her near her mother when she needed to nurse, for the rest of her time she was with her father barely allowed to know the mane of her mother...
He cared for the filly up to her third birthday, this day was the day that her mother would learn a lesson for fighting back and argueing those years ago, the filly was forced to attack and eventually kill her mother, from here she was sent to the heard that her mother was born into baring the pelt of her mother...
No-one ever knew what happened to the filly and her mothers pelt but he knows that the mare was dead and the filly, well if she found him in the future then perhaps she would help him once again...[/color][/blockquote][/blockquote]
