Post by LAST on Sept 4, 2009 21:46:44 GMT -5
Last…!
The basics…!
Name: Last
Age: 302 Years of age
Gender: Stallion
Species: Unicorn
Special abilities?:
Psychometry - The ability to relate details about the past and future condition of an object or location, usually by being in close contact with it.What is on the outside…!
Breed: Andalusian
Coat color: Bay
Strange markings?: Blood red eyes and horn
Appearance:
The unicorn is a stand-out no doubt. But what makes him stand out? Well, lets start from the top and work our way down, shall we? Last's most prominent feature is the bright blood red horn positioned in the middle of his forehead. It's chipped slightly here and there and seems to glow, although maybe that's just the light playing games with your mind. Or maybe not.
The next thing you'll notice about Last is the fact that his eyes have the same colour and eerie glow about them as his horn does. Strange, some may say, but hey, it's how he was born. His sadistic personality just happened to be a coincidence with the colour.
After that exciting stuff, comes the normal horse-looking body. Last stands at 16.3 hands high, pretty tall for an andalusian. He has powerful legs that come from years of running and strengthening. He is built large and has muscles that even the gods are jealous of. His coat is bay in colour, his incredibly long mane and tail being black with his body a deep brown, russet colour.Look a little deeper…!
Likes:
Thunderstorms
Having no cares
Galloping at top speed
Being alone
Dislikes:
Nosey animals
Flowers
The concept of love
Fears:
Dying alone
Wants:
To die
Goal?:
He doesn't have any goals in life
Personality:
Some may say that Last is just a sad and depressed horse that doesn't have anywhere to go. Those people would be right. Last can not help but feel as if there is nothing in the world that could cheer him up. Other horses are often scared of him because of his red eyes and horn. He likes that, but hates it as well. It doesn't seem to him like anybody would be his friend or mate.
Last hates when others nose their way into his business. He doesn't like control and he doesn't want to be controlled either. He likes the way a thunderstorm has no control. It rages on, destroying things in it's path and making the lesser animals scared. He follows the storm, staying at the heart of it when he can. The rain on his pelt feels like home to him. Perhaps this is just a sad metaphor meaning that he is a storm himself, brewing inside, sorting out what went wrong in his life, but never being able to, like a storm that never seems to stop.
Last wants to die, but he is afraid of dying alone. The thing is, Last is more compassionate than he lets on. Secretly, he wants to be included. He wants to tell others what he has been through. Maybe they can help him. Sorry to say, but Last has problems.My Criminal background…!
History:
Krie gave birth at night. The others were sleeping on the other side of the hill. She slept here as to not annoy or wake them as she gave birth, her compassion showing through her fake personality. They couldn't help her anyway. It was a quiet thing, the birth. Krie remained as silent as she could, trying to prove to herself as well as her herd that she belonged with them. That she too was cruel and hard.
Krie's attempts to be quiet worked, but one body did stir among the sleeping herd. The stallion rose above the hill, looking down at where the newly born foal lay. The tiny animal looked weak and skinny, but of course, it was just a small colt.
"At last." The stallion said, trotting over to the mare, who finished cleaning her young. A gasp sounded from both mother and father as the foal opened his eyes. His blood red eyes. The stallions to-be heir was the son of the devil. Or at least, that is how he saw it.
Immediately, the foal was outcasted. Of course, he was taken care of, but he wasn't even given a name. The colt took it upon himself to figure out a name. He couldn't think of much, nothing he though suited. So, instead, he named himself the first word he had heard. Last. Maybe he named himself thus because of the feeling that he knew he could only last for so long until he died internally.
The death of himself happened all to quickly. Okay, so he didn't really die, his soul and happiness did. He never had that feeling that everything was going to be okay. He never was happy. He was always dead inside. His eyes, with their harsh colour, never showed much emotion. On the inside, however, he was dying to be noticed.
However, he was exiled from his herd as soon as he could care for himself. His father, the herd leader, thought that he was sent to kill every one of them. Last thought the opposite, that his father was the one who would kill each and every living thing. This was especially true to Last as he watched his father kill his own mother as he was sentenced away. She was no good to the stallion. She had given him a devil-foal. There was nothing Last could do, unless he wanted to die himself.
Out into the unknown world, Last lived alone for centuries. Why was he born with red eyes and a red horn? He didn't know. Nobody did. However, the stallion grew up into a fine horse. Uneducated in the world of mingling with other horses. But still fine. He lived. He was a social outcast.
kingdom: Swinica
