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Post by K e i r a .xx on Dec 16, 2007 23:08:43 GMT -5
Name: Cell
Age: Several Years. Well aged.
Gender: God
Breed: Clydesdale
Herd Of Choice? Or Loner?:
- Groken Willow
Persona:
- Wise beyond his years, and deadlier than venom. Cell is a mixture of goods and bads. Yet his primary nature is that of a darker demeanor. He was raised to kill and to be a god of war. His body and mindset are nearly mechanical, and he's quite the foe. With a very sarcastic tone of voice, he'll ignore your presence if he doesn't see you fit for attention. He can also be very dominating, explaining his strong lust for power. As a being of the shadow element, he's the master manipulator; able to control the darkness surrounding him along with the minds of others. He is the focal point of evil, yet he's injected in subtle doses. He doesn't act like a conquerer, nor some tyrannical demon. He has class, and knows that he is higher than the scum that surrounds him. Towards mares he has all confidence. They do not threaten him, nor bother him for that matter. He feels that they are his property. But not all are treated as such.. With brutes its a completely different story. Unlike most stags, Cell will give a bull the benefit of the doubt. Yet if they cross him once, he'll make quick work of them, and move on to more important matters. All of this doesn't even sum him up yet.
- Comrade attachments. If you've managed to enter his personal circle of trust, then you are considered worthy enough to be of importance in his life. Cells selection of friends depends on the key word "respect". If you know your place, than you'll do just fine before him. Alas, if you decide that you're feeling lucky enough and try to challenge him in any matter, you'll learn how quickly he can cut you down. Just make sure you've chosen the proper selection of words when making his aquaintence.
- The Way Of War. Fighting is almost like his best friend. He treats fighting like its relaxation time. He's very confident in his skills as he's been around the block quite a few times with other bulls. Even dames for that matter. No matter what gender, age, or heritage you are, if you choose to brawl with him, then you will suffer the consequences. He does not take kindly to immature, young stags who feel that they have all the power in their hooves to take on an older, wiser male. If you dislike the sight of your own blood, then you'll stay clear away from conflict with this beast.
- A Heart Burned Black. As stated before, Cells see's most if not all femmes to be his property. He will do what he pleases with him. They will be respectful, and loyal to him. Yet there was only one demoness to have ever infected his heart with the virus of compassion. To this female, he is devoted. He will defend her until the gods of the underworld claim his soul. No bastard will ever seize her from him. To every other femme. You are nothing but his little toys, or his trusted warriors. Perhaps even a slave if the title fits your attitude.
*History:
- He was born in a grand herd. Had some decent parents. Father was the one who supplied the discipline, and his mother was the one who taught respect and other knowledge needed for an heir to succeed his king. Yet Cell grew up to see his parents murdered, and his herd disappear. Therefor, he was left to lead a life of his own. Alas, solitude will do strange things to the youth. He grew up with lack of appreciation for most other equines, and completely cursed his entire existence. When he reached his third year of life, he had set off on a true journey and came upon a small land that harboured a possible future for him. Upon his fourth year of life, he had fought and seized the land of another stallion and began his new beginning as a King.. Life was granting him more wishes than he couldn't imagined, and then he met her..
On a day full of storms and shadows, he just happened to venture onto the grounds of the unclaimed. On this day, he met a virile so deadly, so beautiful, that she managed to do the impossible. Capture his heart. Tempest. She was his queen, and she bared many of his seed. Their love was so strong that not even Cell could believe that he had been transformed into something possible of feeling compassion. But then disaster happened to befall that love story, and Cell was torn from his beloved Tempest and their young. He had been dragged into a river after a flood, and smashed his skull onto a blunt rock. Causing him to forget about his family for more than a year. Until it returned..
Now he searches for his love.. and whatever other remnants of his past that he'd left behind.
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Post by wowposter on Nov 8, 2008 5:39:13 GMT -5
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