Post by cantora on Jul 25, 2009 11:07:32 GMT -5
BLITZ
Name:Blitz
breed:Mustang
age: 5
gender: Stallion
coat: Blue Roan
markings: White Blaze and four white socks.
Alliance: Chaos
InterstingMuch?
Favoutite things:
- Darkness
- Death
- Power
Least Favourite things:
- Any other athority
- snappy mares
- Anyone who makes him angry
Looks.&.TheInside
Appearance: His solid blue hued pelt is that of an odd color for a dark stallion. but he holds it to the best abilty. he has a large white blaze and four white stockings. he is very muscular and fit. very agile and quick.
Color:Blue Roan
Eyes: Black
Hooves: white and feathered
Mane.&.Tail: Blue and white
Personality:
Blitz is not known as the nicest stallion on the block, he has a nasty temperament and he is not afraid to show it, he is cocky and arrogant and has a very short fuse. He has a wild spirit and can never be tamed, most believe that he has no soul, well to tell the truth, he really does not have a soul; it was eaten away along time ago. He thirsts for blood and power most of all, he is the epitome of a creature of the night, for that is what he is, cursed to walk the earth until he can no longer, it’s a fate that he plans to change eventually. He uses every ability that he has to get what he wants. He is very impatient; He has trust issues, so you won’t be trusted for a very long time. But for those who are trusted, he is fair and kind. But to all others beware; your fate won’t be the same.
History:
It was dark and storming, the skies had opened up their furry to the lands below. the flooding had become more and more. I Was a two year old and i was sparing with my cousin, the prince of the herd. As yearlings we were still under the protection of our herd. i was the son of the duke, he was the son of the king. i was one of the strongest, my only match was the prince. Weeks later everything changed, the king took in a mare and filly from a rival herd. The filly was the prettiest thing i had ever seen and i wanted her as my own, she fell in love with me, and I her. But it was too late for that, she was arranged to be betrothed to the prince and they would one day rule the herd. it was cruel and painful, I lashed out, and in the process of doing so I accidentally dealt a fatal blow to my father the duke. The king was so infuriated that he dealt me a heavy blow, leaving me with a large scar on my right shoulder. I fled to the forest, it was the only shelter I could find, and it gave me comfort and isolation. It was easy to hide and easy to run. The forests have been my home since then.
Herd:
None as of yet!