Post by THANATOS. on Sept 6, 2009 12:33:52 GMT -5
THANATOS...!
The basics…!
Name: Thanatos
Age: nine consecutive decades.
Gender: xy chromosomes
Species: unicorn, plain and simple.
Special abilities?:
necromancy the ability to conjure small, dead, animals to a somewhat living state. however, due to his lack of age and therefor time to further his skill, he brings them back as empty bodies only, souless things to do as he bids.What is on the outside…!
Breed: freisian x andalusion mutt
Coat color: black as the night's sky
Strange markings?: no, but he has a red ribbon that ties around his right foreleg
Appearance: He is simplistic, and yet at the same time utterly supernatural, skeleton bone overlayed with sinewy muscles, canvased with velvety skin. The adonis is covered from head to toe in a classy and cliche dark mahogany, though to any unpracticed eye it would seem as if he were as black as the mother night herself. Though his catastrophic personality may make him seem more damaged than he is, the fact remains that he is little past average in terms of structure. He stands barely at sixteen hands, with broad shoulders and secure legs to maintain his healthy weight. Thanatos has always been on the higher end of the equine scale, a large burden for his mother to be sure. His bones are termed large beneath his skin, his musclces thick, leaving his stature more on the end of stocky instead of nimblem, yet he maneuvers such bulk with a practiced strength, giving off the mirage that he is graceful, elegant, a true lie to any who know the beast behind the seemingly haunting beauty. The canvas that covers is oily, like an equine's silk, that runs in waves of fine hairs seemingly always in place. Locks that drench his neck and sprout from his hindquarters are curled, waves that drop towards the earth in heavy clumps. Sculpted muzzle sits beneath tangled hairs of a long forelock, it bears usual tight lips in a masochistic line, and a blood red eye that is ever watchful from the left side. It's opposite is not as outstanding in the least, it is a contrasting opposite, a dark black, with milky whites and a hollow expression to giveaway the lack of sight he bears from that one side. It is not blind, but shadowed, for everything from his left eye comes in a blur of color. It's a handicap he's adjusted too over time. Sprouting from beneath scraggly hairs, pointing straight from his strong forehead, grows a bone of a foot's length, with an ending tip that's sharp and hazardous, marking him for what he is: a unicorn.Look a little deeper…!
Likes:
▪ the concept of death
▪ the smell of decay
▪ being in control
▪ commanding others
▪ the taste of blood
▪ genuine fear in another
▪ being feared by another
▪ a healthy fight
▪ a nice rainy downpour
▪ to think logically
Dislikes:
▪ being proven wrong
▪ being commanded
▪ being belittled by anyone
▪ losting control
▪ losing a fight to another
▪ not being intimidating
▪ bright, sunny days
▪ happy go-lucky types
▪ those who are unintelligent
Fears:
▪ never rising to power
▪ not being able to perfect his 'talent'
▪ heavy emotions such as sadness
Wants:
▪ to control his own kingdom
▪ to pass on his lineage
▪ to gain more abilities
Goal?:
▪ to learn more abilities
▪ to become a unicorn of power
Personality: He is a logical intellectual, and nonetheless dangerous. Like a plague upon this earth he infects and spreads his views and opinions, no matter their popularity or effect. There is little about this creature that's unreasonable, in the sense that he does not allow himself to be governed by emotions. Nay, he near abandons them entirely. They sit in his own version of a pandora's box, locked away behind bi-colored eyes to bear witness but never be free, with only anger and rage sometimes slipping through the cracks and unleashing themselves upon the nearest victim. Everything about the horned-heathan is one of menace and deception. Do not take him for an honest man, for although he always keeps his word, he hardly spares it to begin with. Promises are not something he plans to make, for he finds them rather obnoxious to keep. Instead he attempts to have others merely see his way through, believe it or not, charisma. Yes, he's charistmatic. Over the years he has perfected a dark skill of persuasion, it is not an ability, it's mere heritage, his father always had a way with words, and he passed it onto his heir. It's a contrasting way of mind to be certain, because it's perhaps the only trait he bears that could be considered 'normal.' The rest of him deals, to be blunt, with death. He is a necromancer by trade, a conjurer, wicked and hazardous. From the earth he can raise the carcasses of small beings who have lost their souls, and without their souls they return as mindless and emotionless beings to do his bidding. It thrills him, the power he has over even such small drones, for he hungers for that power, needs it, craves it. He envies those who can call themselves a leader when he feels he should be able too as well, it feeds him like blood. A cannibal? Perhaps, it's been rumored that now and again he will even go so far as to feast on another like himself, though the only lives he really likes to take are those to experiment upon, for he has yet to be able to conjure his own breed back to life - but he's trying, and he's out for the next subject to his tests.My Criminal background…!
History: He was born a bastard's son, only he became aware at a much later age who his dear father had been. Yet upon the time of his birth the name was virtually unknown, the sire a mirage as far as anyone was concerned. They termed his mother a whore, poor pretty thing. How she had struggled with him, and eventually he had killed her in the end. Upon his birth, matter of fact. She had been a simple equine, his father a unicorn, and when attempting to birth their coupling Thanatos's own miniature horn had punctured and tore at the insides of his mother, leaving her to bleed out after he was born. It left him utterly alone in a place that did not want him, that could not grasp or understand him. Yet out of the darkness came the light, an alabaster lady who nursed the seemingly pitiful thing back to health. Her name was Varda, and she cared for him until he was weaned, naming him 'Arden.' When he became of age, when he no longer needed her care, he was forced from the group that the equines had gathered themselves in, and directed him to go find another. His first company after that was neither equine, nor pegasus, nor unicorn like himself - but a bird. This bird bore an unusual object, a red ribbon, which he held between his beaked lips. Upon sighting the foreign thing, the greedy beast that he was, 'Arden' demanded it. The bird at first refused, but after some charismatic persuading, and with the help of a feathered friend, they managed to latch the thing around the right leg of the strapping ebony hellion. After that the unicorn traveled with it, a bird and an equine, an odd sight, and another told him this when he came upon them. This 'other' was his father, and the meeting had been but pure coincidence. They found out only through assumption, enver true proof, but upon their prediction his father renamed him to 'Thanatos,' a God of Death. The two unicorns traveled together from that point, father in son, both in brawn and brutality. He learned a multitude of traits from his sire, none of which were truly heartfelt or holding any sense of morality. In fact, if anything, all his father did was further mutiliate his mind. He tortured it with thoughts of sin and corruption, forced from him emotion and made him replace such petty feelings with logic, true intelligence. His father passed away to a battle with another when Thanatos was fifty years old, and since then the male has once more been on his own, traveling only with little drones of creatures he has rose from their graves.
kingdom: Desserita
