Post by .x.Leader of Lost Souls.x. on Jun 11, 2007 15:27:30 GMT -5
Nom//
Leader of Lost Souls
Nickname//
Soul
Age//
Sept Years
Gender//
Masculine
Breed//
Purebred Morgan
Color//
Noir
Height//
17.5 Hands High at Withers
Lover//
Non
Offspring//
Non
Allegiance//
Chaotic Evil
Personality//
Marked by cynicism the last thing he would do is trust you, he would rather go to the depths of hell and back then even put an ounce of his faith in another. Everyone lies and nothing is the truth, he’s critical and doesn’t give a d**n about anyone. He’s actually rather smart, with an amazing power of deductive skills and intelligence. Very observant, he may surprise you with what he knows. He could have the highest respect for you and still be a bit condescending and to put it lightly, an ass. He's very intense, and it's almost eerie to watch him look upon you. If you can meet his gaze that is.
Though he’s scarred and bitter, he doesn't draw attention to the fact. At least not outwardly. He hides behind how smart he is, and he’s always convinced there is something more to any story he is told. Very stubborn, if he’s threatened, he’ll do anything in his power to gain control. Intensity is his game, and he could make or break you if he likes. Off hand and flippant comments with meanings far more serious often pass through his lips, and he would more than likely leave you to deal with the pieces after something like that. He has no commitment to anyone, doesn't see any reason too.
Everyone’s his enemy until you make yourself a friend; he has few that he calls close and fewer that he trusts. He would be a good one to make friends with, if you can get past his outer exterior. He's a lot tougher than you think. He’ll back stab and lie if he feels the need, and cover it up with more lies. When he is honest, he is brutal. You can’t help but be drawn to him, but are kept a reasonable length away at all times. It's often frustrating. He'll say something you can interpret one way and once you act upon he'll have meant it another. He will dodge any personal question with one of his own, often crude and inappropriate, or just ignore it and continue on with another conversation. That’s right, it is possible to have a conversation with the beast, and you might find him insightful.
Small foals bother him, but he can’t help but show a fatherly side to them, at least while no one is watching. He may not react the way you would think if he was given the news he was to sire a young one. Of course, he stays clear from the lights and only bothers with those whose hearts can handle it. He's a first class stealer. He can get whatever he wants and he is a very big sneak. I mean, he could get something right out from your nose. Manipulative and sly, he’s not one you want if you have a secret to guard or something you want to hide. Oh, and when I say manipulative, I mean it. He can be incredibly persuasive when he needs to be.
Soul is a flirt. Simple fact. Smooth words and coy looks, he can get a femme hook line and sinker if she isn't strong enough. And most aren`t. He can trick you faster than you can blink and leave you wondering just what the hell had happened as you watch his haunches sway off into the distance. Sometimes he does get caught up in himself, and he’s never wrong, at least by his watch, and his arrogance can put a few people off. His friendship is not all that loyal, though when he does have friends it's one of the most sacred things to him. He won’t show it though. He has pride and strength, and self preservation. He won't let pain show, and he sure as hell won’t let anyone help him.
It takes very little, and very much, to get him angry. What is meant by that is this. If your an annoying sonofapregnant dog who won’t leave him the hell alone, then yeah, it won’t take long for him to go all out on your ass, but if your not annoying, but still, you somehow manage to hurt him or tick him off, the pressure will build until you wish he had thought you were an annoying sonofapregnant dog. Other than that, he’s mostly laid back in temper, although when he does get mad, it’s not like intense raging anger, he just rips out a chunk of your flesh with an self satisfied expression after some sarcastic but provocative enough comment. Unless, of course, your really asking for it and decide to push your luck. That’s when the intense fire-hose worthy anger starts to appear, and then smokes and steams until the lid blows and your ass is his. Literally. He’ll tear you to pieces, and then leave at the last possible moment so he won’t have taking a life on his conscience. Though, that’s not always the worst thing. Sometimes he needs a life on his conscience. He’ll forget in a few weeks, you however, may not be so lucky, as he is the type to stick to your memory for a long while.
Histoire//
Let’s start in a small animal research center tucked away in the city of Boston. The scientist’s were working with artificial insemination for horses, trying to fine tune it and get certain genetics to be passed down to the offspring. They were working with two Morgans. The father was a very, very rare black coloring, but the mother was a regular white hue. They were trying to get that unique black coloring. The implantation was a success and the female was due to have offspring. They monitored her pregnancy closely, and were happy to note that twins would be born. The weeks went by, and the male was used in a few more genetic testing. They found that the black gene was incredibly rare, they knew that, but there was only a five percent chance it would be passed on to any offspring he would have.
The female went into labor, and the scientists were eagerly awaiting the foals' arrival. The only thing was, as the day wore on, the female didn't deliver a single life. They couldn't figure out why, both the foals were the right size, and she was progressing normally. She didn't seem to be tiring either. They could not do a caesarian section because it was crucial these foals be delivered naturally. Desperate, they brought the male in, and immediately the female began to birth the first foal. Puzzling, but there really was no explanation for this. The first foal was a female, small and perfect, but white. The night wore by, and the whole thing was a bit odd, three hours between each foal’s arrival.
The last foal was delivered, all white, and a female. This aggravated the scientists incredibly, but they could do nothing, with the male there, they could get no where near the femme. There was a surprise third foal, which was larger than all the others, to the surprise of everyone, because they had thought all the sonograms showed there to be only two. This was difficult for the poor femme, but she managed. To their delight, it was black, but this time it was a male, and it had no white on it anywhere. It was beautiful. They would use him for their breeding program.
The foals grew, the females were used in various programs, the youngest femme being used at just a year old to bear young. It was incredibly hard on the poor gal, and she died during the birthing. The male, who was so special they gave him the name Devon, hated it at the institute. He was poked and prodded daily, and was kept isolated from all the others.
When his trainer opened the door one day, he took off like a rocket, barreling through them all and making it to freedom. You know how they always say one is the loneliest number? Well it was true. Poor Devon was alone and he did not quite like it. He went for over half a year scrounging around the forests, becoming hardened and very bitter toward all. He renamed himself, breaking the last tie between man and himself. He would forever be known as Leader of Lost Souls.
Sample Post//
A lovely, perfect day. The sun was shining and the air smelled pure. Water was crystal clear and even the birds feared nothing. A small bank of fog crepped into the forest. But it was bright with sunshine and seemed as cheery as ever. The fog bank grew larger, and larger still. It moved like an infection, spreading wildly through the forest, dispelling any courage and sending animals away to hide in their homes. The sun hid itself behind large, dark clouds and looked no more upon the ground. A loud, thunderous sound was produce by a single, black dagger striking the ground. A squirrel stopped at the top of it's tree, it had dropped a nut at the base of the small tree. Looking around with huge fearful eyes it darted down to the bottom and stopped there. Another hoof struck the ground, making the very tree roots shake. The squirrel froze, it's tiny ears swiveling back and forth wildly, it's orbs showing their whites and bulging. The little Lera reached slowly for the nut, it was about a foot away. Another hoof crashed to the earth. The squirrel gave a squeak of fear and grabbed the nut, holding onto it like it was the it' last hope for survival. It's tiny eyes looked as if they would just pop out of the skull at any moment. Another hoofbeat, this time followed by a deep snort. The squirrel suddenly gasped and looked at the huge monster apearing through the fog. It dropped the nut and scurried as fast as possible up the tree to huddle in a small crevice. Dark orbs looked idly upon the tiny lera as it fled. Laughter rumbled deep in the chest of the colossus beast. Broad cage and nape followed by thick muscled timbers and long, ominous banner apear through the fog. Something unearthly seemed to be stalking through the landscape, and it became eerily quiet. The only sound was the loud thump of the hooves taking turns to beat the earth. The beast raised his maw and let out an extremely deep, but thunderous neigh. Beautiful coat shines in what light there was, banner flicks away pests.
