Post by noct on Jan 13, 2009 7:09:35 GMT -5
V A M P I R E
Death rides a pale horse.
Notes: Okay, so as you might tell, I play him as a dark stallion. I don't know if in this roleplay that you want some meaner than others, or all to get along. I mean, I can try to get him to get along with others, but hes always been a mean horsey. XD
Death rides a pale horse.
Name: Vampire
Age: 4
Gender: Stallion
deity-or-Normal: Normal (I don't get the Deity one. XD)
Personality: Outcast by birth, his attitude was always a little "raunchy". As a little colt, he was the bully of the groups and always was hated, even by the elders and/or the mares. He never knew, and never cared. As he grew, his self esteem did as well; he could take on the world now, only to finally figure out it would tumble back onto him. Now his days creep on, slowly, groggy, boring life that he lives. Ever so soon to feel the one emotion he never thought he would have felt in his days. Loneliness.
Likes: dark spooky areas, shorelines, thunderstorms
Dislikes: hot headed stallions, mares who 'sleep around a lot', this place he calls home
Fears: out in the open; his other side (bipolar issues)
Hopes: finding a place to call home
Dreams: to not be so ironic in himself; unique to the look but ordinary to the blood. finding the long lost spring of everlasting life. for once, being noticed by other than his hide.
Family connections: lost once he left his herd
History:As a child, he never seemed to "have his recess" with the other foals in the herd. He was an outcast at birth. None of the elders even seemed to notice him like they did the rest. Days, months... years past. Scars on his tortured heart enveloped every beat. Turning him cold and harsh toward others that seemingly even tried to give him a little slack. Sitting in his trees, pine needles covering his orbicals staring into the souls of the others; blocking their view from him -- as if he was never there. The silence; he loved the silence. It gave him time to actually think about reality. This bloke isn't your usual one, he actually has a brain and uses it unlike some of the other sex crazed bastards looking for "love". Children he never wanted, and never will. Growing up was rough for him in his herd, as you can tell he was always in the back, grazing on the leftovers the herd missed. Growing up with the albino skin he was cursed with, he always was targeted first. From predator and prey. Many thought of him as a curse in the herd, always making the bad luck fall onto them rather than the other herds that scattered around them. Finally hitting the teen age; one stage he thought he would never reach, he began to show his true personality. His bipolar estate he was yet to be cursed with once more flew into him. Nice, understanding one moment, hateful and deadly the next. Elders that he talked back to gave him the punishment of the make-shift democracy they had held. As he grew, his mother began to regret giving birth to such a hellon. Mother being a neutral mare, as his herd, his father force bred her, being the dark stallion his reputation gave him. Finally he despised of it one and for all; picked up his razors and off he went, into the fog that early, dim morning gave.
Notes: Okay, so as you might tell, I play him as a dark stallion. I don't know if in this roleplay that you want some meaner than others, or all to get along. I mean, I can try to get him to get along with others, but hes always been a mean horsey. XD
