Post by Baobab on Nov 28, 2006 18:10:27 GMT -5
Picture:
its being made at this moment
Name: Apaocolypse (pronounced apocalypse just with an extra a)
Gender:brute
Age:5
Color:ebonite
Breed: Friesian, though there is some mustang in his veins though he is mostly Frisian
Height: 15.5hh
Affiliation:Dark
Personality:
Apaocolypse is a rather mysterious brute. He watches his opponents, and herd members carefully, study their every moves. Memorizing how they react to certain things, and the easiest way to take them down. When he sees something he wants he will knock down whoever stands in his way, he doesn't treat a mare differently from a brute. He knows that a vix can be just as strong as a brute. He has been known to hear voices inside his mind, and shout at nothing. Also he isn't always silent and seclusive, he can be romantic, he can be passionate if he feels like it.
History:
Apaocolypse was born into a rather small herd. His mother died during birth, and his father wasn't around much, though that was due to the fact that his father was insane. He would go off and yell at trees and rocks thinking that they were other stallions The other mares fawned over him, telling him things where too dangerous, and that he should never grow up. But the Truth was that the mares were afraid of him, they were afraid that he would grow up to be like his father, twisted.
He hated being babied by them, he wasn't allowed to play with the other foals he couldn't go off and explore. On the eve of his second birth day when all was quite and everyone was sleeping, except his father who was fighting a wall, he smashed the skulls in of the foals within the herd. It wasn't until 6 months later when his father found out about it.
His father challenged him, and they fought. The scars still riddle his pelt from the fight. His father kicked him alot in the skull, but in the end Apaocolypse charged into him, making his father slam into the ground. He stood menacingly over him for a few moments a venomous grin lay upon his mug, and he reached down and bit into his fathers necks the blood staining his ivories, the strangled cries of his father were short lived as he cut his wind pipe. Apaocolypse drew back and reared and came down upon his father skull. The blood dripped from his maw, he looked at the mares who stared back in terror. He then turned around and left as if nothing had happened.
The years went on, and the guilt tormented him, his father hadn't done anything to him, why did he kill him? After awhile voices began to come into his mind,and the guilt left. He traveled alone for a few years, but has gotten tired of that and the voices that are trying to control his life.
Sample Post:
Ebon stained brute made his way through the over grown weeds. Daggers striking upon the raw Terra. Cold emotionless voids looked about the barred Terra, the voices remained quite for now. The wind blew rattling the branches of the trees, slapping his dreads against his neck. Nares took in the scent of the Terra, there were traces of others long since gone. Harks plastered themselves against his skull when a twig snapped. Pillars halted their movement, voids looked about him into the depths of the dark wood, but there was nothing there. Pillars picked up their pace again and dragged his ebon carcass along. The sun slipped behind some clouds, shrouding the Terra in a cold Grey. CLAIM THIS LAND stared one voice IF YOUR GOING TO CLAIM IT THEN FIND SOME WENCHES TO GIVE FALSE HOPE TO screamed the other. They rarely agreed on things, the voices that is. He shook his skull violently, trying to rid himself of them and the irritating noise they made when they spoke, but to no prevail. The voices laughed in unison at his attempt to rid himself of them. FOOLISH WHELP YOU'LL NEVER GET RID OF US! shouted one YOU BROUGHT THIS UPON YOURSELF BY KILLING YOUR WORTHLESS SIRE! yelled the other.
shut up he muttered, but the voices continued to laugh. shut up he said alittle louder, but still they laughed at him SHUT THE BLOODY HELL UP he yelled at the top of his lungs, and they stopped. Silence surrounded him once more, a smug grin crept upon his mug. Pillars pulled his carcass to the center of the Terra. He stood there a moment, then reared up on his hind pillars. His fore pillars tearing at the sky, he tossed his skull back and a hellish cry erupted from his vocals, he came back down with a tremendous thud. He called the land as his, and he would take down any who dare steal it from him.
its being made at this moment
Name: Apaocolypse (pronounced apocalypse just with an extra a)
Gender:brute
Age:5
Color:ebonite
Breed: Friesian, though there is some mustang in his veins though he is mostly Frisian
Height: 15.5hh
Affiliation:Dark
Personality:
Apaocolypse is a rather mysterious brute. He watches his opponents, and herd members carefully, study their every moves. Memorizing how they react to certain things, and the easiest way to take them down. When he sees something he wants he will knock down whoever stands in his way, he doesn't treat a mare differently from a brute. He knows that a vix can be just as strong as a brute. He has been known to hear voices inside his mind, and shout at nothing. Also he isn't always silent and seclusive, he can be romantic, he can be passionate if he feels like it.
History:
Apaocolypse was born into a rather small herd. His mother died during birth, and his father wasn't around much, though that was due to the fact that his father was insane. He would go off and yell at trees and rocks thinking that they were other stallions The other mares fawned over him, telling him things where too dangerous, and that he should never grow up. But the Truth was that the mares were afraid of him, they were afraid that he would grow up to be like his father, twisted.
He hated being babied by them, he wasn't allowed to play with the other foals he couldn't go off and explore. On the eve of his second birth day when all was quite and everyone was sleeping, except his father who was fighting a wall, he smashed the skulls in of the foals within the herd. It wasn't until 6 months later when his father found out about it.
His father challenged him, and they fought. The scars still riddle his pelt from the fight. His father kicked him alot in the skull, but in the end Apaocolypse charged into him, making his father slam into the ground. He stood menacingly over him for a few moments a venomous grin lay upon his mug, and he reached down and bit into his fathers necks the blood staining his ivories, the strangled cries of his father were short lived as he cut his wind pipe. Apaocolypse drew back and reared and came down upon his father skull. The blood dripped from his maw, he looked at the mares who stared back in terror. He then turned around and left as if nothing had happened.
The years went on, and the guilt tormented him, his father hadn't done anything to him, why did he kill him? After awhile voices began to come into his mind,and the guilt left. He traveled alone for a few years, but has gotten tired of that and the voices that are trying to control his life.
Sample Post:
Ebon stained brute made his way through the over grown weeds. Daggers striking upon the raw Terra. Cold emotionless voids looked about the barred Terra, the voices remained quite for now. The wind blew rattling the branches of the trees, slapping his dreads against his neck. Nares took in the scent of the Terra, there were traces of others long since gone. Harks plastered themselves against his skull when a twig snapped. Pillars halted their movement, voids looked about him into the depths of the dark wood, but there was nothing there. Pillars picked up their pace again and dragged his ebon carcass along. The sun slipped behind some clouds, shrouding the Terra in a cold Grey. CLAIM THIS LAND stared one voice IF YOUR GOING TO CLAIM IT THEN FIND SOME WENCHES TO GIVE FALSE HOPE TO screamed the other. They rarely agreed on things, the voices that is. He shook his skull violently, trying to rid himself of them and the irritating noise they made when they spoke, but to no prevail. The voices laughed in unison at his attempt to rid himself of them. FOOLISH WHELP YOU'LL NEVER GET RID OF US! shouted one YOU BROUGHT THIS UPON YOURSELF BY KILLING YOUR WORTHLESS SIRE! yelled the other.
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