Post by Radium on Sept 6, 2009 12:32:16 GMT -5
radium…!
The basics…!
Name: Radium
Age: four
Gender: stallion
Species: equine
Special abilities?: He has fangs, that are quite a lot like canines, though they are much more sharp...What is on the outside…!
Breed: warmblood x spanish horse
Coat color: black
Strange markings?: none
Appearance: A blur of onyx stirs the leaves of a small tree, almost snapping it. Dirt fills the air with in a dense cloud. He has stopped. His mouth opens and his venomous syringes appeared, as if he were trying to frighten anyone that could possibly be fallowing him. He has a lean warmblood silhouette with a strapping build. He has long thick silky locks that wisp in the evening breeze, he knows that a horrid storm is approaching his realm. He saunters forward to return to his abode. His tassels were blown away from his head and you could see his terrifying orbs. They were bleached with no pupils, was he blind? They added on to his spiteful look. He also seemed livid for his eyes would give you no emotion, but his frame always gave it away. He looked like quite a stud though, it took a brave mare that was out of his herd, to even look in his direction. He had muscle beyond compare. He had to, his herd was always in danger of war or passing stallions wanting to take over.
[193 words]Look a little deeper…!
Likes: mares who have no fear of him, the chance to kill a threatening stallion, forests, rain, his herd, foals[his weakness]
Dislikes: losing a fight, feeling weak, small creatures
Fears: having no love one, loosing his herd, being lost
Wants: A foal of his own
Goal?: To find love and have a young filly and to make his herd more safe, to where everyone is not in danger so often.
Personality:
Wisdom, is it a true quality? Would it matter if one had it or not? To Radium, it defines an equine. Mostly because it defines him. He tells of common sense and life experiences. That wisdom does not come from ones looks, but from ones life.
Radium seems so spiteful and mean, a kind of equine that wouldn't be surrounded by so much love and, well, life. His herd is his life, nothing is more important to him. Making his herd more safe is his main ambition. For his seemingly hatred, all the horses love him and of course, depend on him.
He only treats his heard with kindness, any other whom crosses his path best be stronger or run with astounding speed. Even then, you probably won't escape his minnesing grip. His problem is that he has no trust in anyone but the ones he loves. This makes it hard to become friends with anyone or let anyone in.
[172]My Criminal background…!
History:
November twenty third, two thousand and three a colt was born. Innocent, like any other, but precious, not really. The colts eyes looked plastered, he had no pupils or colors, but he could clearly see? What was wrong with him? He was tiny, he had no muscle what so ever, just a scrawny thing. His mane was thick and silky, his mother rubbed her head against it to comfort the young foal. The infant looked up to his origin and opened his paper thin mouth and his gruesome fangs showed. The mare quickly bucked up and backed away from the colt. He tried standing to go to his mother, but she only backed away, incase he did accomplish the feat. His face was heartbroken, and his mother could see that. She knew that this was her colt, and no matter his looks or strange features she had to love and take care of him. It was late November though, the child had to survive maybe one of the most brutal winters in anyone's time. He really had no chance. Already, he was drifting asleep. He had not attempted to walk yet. The signs were not good. His mother started to nudge him to get up, but the colts eyes were closed. She gently rested his head on the frosted solid ground, she assumed he had died. So she took his body and dragged to the nearest forest. "Maybe he could still be alive" She though, she covered him with leaves, dry grass and anything else that could keep him warm. She did hope that he was alive, it was her colt, could a mother hate her own young? And this early on?
She walked away, to look back only once. She was a bit relieved, she didn't know how he would grow up, and frankly, she was scared of what was more likely.
Two days later the colt had awaken in shock. He shed a tear and stood, and as if he had been doing it is whole life, he started to walk. So he grew up alone, he lived alone, and he swore that he would die alone, until one day he came upon a herd grazing near his home. He embarked towards them, and that is where his like starts...
kingdom: Aphamous kingdom
