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Post by Hadephobia on May 28, 2009 15:05:25 GMT -6
who am I; name. Hadephobia
days and years; age. Four year, three months
between the legs; sex. stallion
reach the sky; height. sixteen three hands high
in the veins; breed. friesian x andalusian x thoroughbred
broken gems; eyes. very dark golden
silky strands of color; pelt. palomino
marks of the past; markings and scars. none but a few minor scras; four white stockings.
shades of grey; details. Sleek raw power exudes from every pore in his frame. His pale golden coat is a rarety for the mix of breeds that he is. He is slender and muscular, with long legs and a handesome face. Mane and tail are a lovely silver hue. All four legs have stockings. His eyes are his strangest feature; instead of a dark hue, such as brown or black, they are a weird golden hue. He is built more like his purebred TB mother, an ex race horse set free by accident when her farm caught on fire.
inside my mind; persona. As suggested by his calling title, Hade is a cruel son of a bitch who cares nothing for anyone but himself. He fully believes that he needs no one. However, arriving here, the ghosts made him change his mind. Hating them, he joins with the Hunters, eager to kill. He hates everyone and everything, and would probably only breed to pass on his own lines. He isnt above rape.
whispered history; past. Born in a far away, fairytale type land, Hade was to be the kind hearted king that everyone so loved and wanted to be with. Wrong. Hade turned out to be a killing, slaughtering, evil cruel bastard wit no heart in his chest. And so he was kicked out. Fun. Wandering around the lands, blah blah. Surely you can fill in the gaps for yourself. The oh so tender hearted bastard arrived here less than a month ago, quickly filling himself in on the local news and stories. Hearing of the ghosts, he turned to the Hunters, deciding to help.
Herd
Hunter
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