Storybook for Blue

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Name: Blue
Date Joined November 14th 2014
Years Roleplaying: 8 years
Contact information Skype: hiimblue or AIM blue.co1
DeviantART: BlueHorseStudios
Characters: Naberius
About me: Hey guys! Blue here. For those of you who don't know me, which I'm sure is a ton of people, I am an aspiring artist based in Oklahoma out in the boonies. Sorta.I am a full time student majoring in Graphic design AND VisCom with an emphasis in web design. I enjoy writing as a hobby, but I'm pursuing the authoress career along with several others. I'm currently finishing up a book with my co-author and best frien of 5 years, Mar. Not her real name, but then it might as well be. 

I have two dogs and two cats, soon I'm going to get into rabbit showing with my 8 year old son. I have many hobbies such as writing, photography, digital art, some traditional art, training dogs and working with horses, as well as tutoring kids or students in adobe photoshop cs5 and cs6. 

I'm pretty easy going and outgoing. I enjoy talking to people and listening to their stories as well as observing from afar. I love dramatic plots, killings, torture, etc when it comes to my characters. I'm pretty open with what we can do with them, as long as it's part of their character and personality. 

I have the voices of eighty characters floating around in my head and at times they surface, so one day you may be talking to me or you could be talking to another character personality that's rubbing off on me. I am quite insane, I suppose, but if you're a writer and you have characters, then I'm sure you understand where I'm coming from! 

Don't hesitate to ask me anything! I'm pretty much an open book <3

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Name: Naberius
Breed Thoroughbred/Friesian&amp;nbsp;
Gender: Stallion
Height: 20hh
Age: 8 years of age
Color: Bay Roan
Markings: three socks and a snip
Deformities: He was born with an extra pair of front legs. He has three socks, both back legs and one front leg. His tail is about the same length of his body, a prehensile tail. When he's angry or irritated it'll twitch much like a feline's. His mane, much like a lion's, falls down past his knees. He has a full beard and a strip of hair that stretches down from his chest to his barrel..
Mane & Tail: Black
Eyes: Crimson
Health:
--Mental: 100%
--Physical: 100%
Allegiance: Imperium
Home: Cocyrus
Rank: N/A

History:

Kingdoms fall, castles crumble and Kings waste away into oblivion. At least that's how it happened for the once reigning king of Krymenos. After watching the Gods descend on the land and strip it bare while, along what powers they had possessed before being at the mercy of their superiors. The gods ran Naberius and his sister out of the mountains they called home, however, his mate had suffered greatly and wasn't able to make the trip as she had passed on. Later, he would be granted a dream to speak with his lost one and be given the news of her ascendance to live with the gods which was used as both a reward for her and a punishment for the dark prince.&amp;nbsp;

Naberius and his sister set off to find a new home, enduring the hardships along the way. His sister, Bael, was slowly losing what sanity she had possessed with the haunting images of her friends and herd mates who had passed on when the Gods struck down Krymenos and its inhabitants. There wasn't a thing Naberius could do to help her, nothing he could do to stop her deteriorating mind and reverse the damage that had been done.

One evening when the two had stopped to rest in their journey to find new lands, while Naberius slept, his sister had wandered off. Naberius hadn't been aware of this and by the time that he awoke from his slumber, she was long gone. It didn't matter how long he searched for her, how long he strayed from their original path, he couldn't find her anywhere. Without much of a choice, the fallen king pushed on, grief-ridden and alone.

Naberius had been the oldest sibling. He was born first and at a young age, he had watched his mother give birth tot he four legged wonder. She started out normal, with a champagne coat, long prehensile tail like her brother's, but she had one turquoise hoof. From that day, Naberius knew he would be there to protect her at all costs. As his sister grew up, she developed marking on her body that wasn't llike those of a normal being, not like those of Naberius himself. No, she had flowy, floral markings along her legs, hindquarters and even her head. She developed a knack for seeing past the current realm into the spirit world, which had her labeled as insane by his own father.

Naberius loved her for it.

At just three years of age, Naberius was crowned king by the gods after the death of his father. How the large beast died, no one knew. Only Naberius did and that information would go to his grave. However after his father left the world, his mother had soon followed, leaving Naberius and his insane sister to rule over Krymenos on their own. He quickly rose to the top and had control over the majority of the land, and he had mated to a lady of light as per the order of the gods.

But hell broke loose on Krymenos and because Naberius was behind it all, the gods struck down Krymenos and everyone who rose against them, save Naberius, Bael and his mate.

With naught more than the ghosts of his past, Naberius stumbled upon the land of RLTW with every intention of gaining what he had lost in the downfall of Krymenos: His sister, a mate and a kingdom of his own.

Personality:

Determined - <smear>After the loss of his kingdom, his love and his family, Naberius has become more determined in life, despite all of the odds pitted against him. He won't stop until he's gotten what he wants and will destroy anything and everything that gets in his way. Naberius didn't lose everything only to be pushed down once more..

Articulate - While he can be quite a bastard to some, he's very articulate and speaks with an old, formal dialect. He's respectful and can even be a smartass without being rude about it. When he speaks, he makes it known what he feels on a subject while maintaining a diplomatic air about him. That is until you've made it onto his shitlist, then you should just stay away from him. This also feeds into him being quite charming to be around.

Conniving - Naberius has this knack for thinking things through, planning down to every last detail while managing to anticipating many different hindrances. He plans for many possible outcomes as destiny is not written in stone and the paths always change with every decision one makes.&amp;nbsp;

Sadistic - He does enjoy screwing with others. He enjoys inflicting pain on others,;and gains pleasure from doing just that. He's a bit of a bastard and somehow knows what buttons to push to piss someone off while maintaining his charming exterior.

God Complex - Naberius will never admit when he's wrong. He won't engage in arguments where his stance on a matter has a shaky foundation. But again, he'll argue that the sky is green and the grass is blue despite how wrong he might be on the matter. It's hard to come back from having been the king of his own realm to just another being low on the totem pole.
* Picture: Naberius Ref

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Name: Merlot
Breed Spanish Mustang
Gender: Stallion
Height: 14.3hh
Age: 4 years of age
Color: Blue Roan Splash
Markings: His front half is white from his crown to behind his front legs, with a strip of white stretching up to his withers as if the gods held him up by his hind legs and dipped him in white paint.
Deformities: -none-
Mane & Tail: Black
Eyes: blue
Health:
--Mental: 100%
--Physical: 90% (has a docked tail due to a predator attack as a foal.)
Allegiance: altus
Home: N/A
Rank: N/A

History:

I am the youngest of two from my dam. My brother was born of a different sire as myself. He was out of the original leader of the herd then once that one was overthrown, my mother was bred again and here I am. Nothing too fancy about that honestly. Growing up, my brother and I were hellions. We got our asses in quite a bit of trouble when we were younger. One night while our mother was napping, I managed to slip past the lead stallion of our herd and wander off a little ways. Hey, I was adventurous, not stupid. Adventurous me forgot to look where I was heading and some wolves snuck up on me. As I hightailed my way out of there, one of the mutts ended up snapping the end of my tail off. Needless to say, I wasn't 'high' tailing it anywhere after that.

My mother was the only one that managed to convince our fearless leader to keep us in the herd. That was how I had gotten to know my brother. After our dam had died, however, no one was there to convince the leader to let us stay. I nearly two, so I still had reason to stay behind, but my brother was chased off. A few months later, I followed. I eventually found him in a bachelor herd a ways from where our herd was. We would spend the next couple of years with that bachelor herd until it dwindled down to just us.

Malargo and I got separated again. I bet you anything, he left me behind on purpose. We don't always get along, but it's because he's a loser and no fun. I, on the other hand, am tons of fun. Anyway, we decided to push on, in search of a herd of our own when we got separated in a storm. Gods knows where he is, and me? I wandered here.

Personality:

Sarcastic - I may be a tad sarcastic to some. Honestly, it keeps life interesting. And really, I bet you anything that Someone else was probably thinking the same thing but was too afraid to say anything. So I did.

Charming - Now don't let my sarcasm throw you off, I can be quite the charmer. I am told I have a way with words and I know how to get what I want, I like the ladies, too. Not that I've had the opportunity to actually talk to one but I'm sure if I did, then maybe I'd be a smooth talker, someone that makes the chicks blush bright red. Can horses blush?

Outgoing - I never meet a stranger. I'm a friend to all until you piss me off, mess with my brother or if you're just an ass. If that's the case, I do have a temper. Otherwise, you'll never meet a nicer horse.Well maybe you will, if he's polite, not eccentric... He could be metrosexual, gay, and have manners. Might as well be lady. Anyway...

Loyal - Once a friend, always a friend because if you can put up with me, you're worth keeping around. I won't ever turn my back on friends. I'll be the first one to put someone in their place if they think they can get away with disrespecting another in my presence. Only I get away with that stuff. I mean, come on, once you can put up with me, i'm like crazy glue, both the crazy mind blowing part and the sticky part.

* Picture: Merlot Ref | I | II

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Name:
Ephraim
Breed: Thoroughbred/Paint
Gender:
Stallion
Height: 17.1 hh
Age: 8 years of age
Color: Blood Bay Sabino Splash
Markings:
Bald face and white reaching from his shoulder down to his hooves.
Deformities: -none-
Mane & Tail:
Black Mane, White Tail
Eyes:
Crimson
Health:
--Mental: 88% (Sadist, Bisexual (not that that is a mental issue) obsessive)
--Physical: 100%
Allegiance: Imperium

History: I can't say I've had the easiest life. Since birth, I was cast aside, pushed out, enslaved and beaten. I was abandoned at a young age, left to wander around aimlessly. I hadn't a clue how to fend for myself at the time so I became thin, bony and dull. After a few months, I was taken in by a stallion who didn't have a herd of his own. It was he, who had taught me everything about life. Under his watchful eye and care, I grew healthy again. I didn't know at the time that he had other plans for me.

As I got older, just before I turned two, Kerberus' true colors were showing. He was acting rather... frisky, to be polite. I hadn't understood what he was doing, nor why he was behaving as such. Finally, he had mounted me and the rest, well, you can figure it out. That was why he had taken me in, in the first place. I had become his slave, his toy to use as he pleased when he pleased.

It wasn't until the age of four when I finally had, had enough. I defended myself when he tried to attack me, this time I wasn't going to let him get away with what he had done to me. The result of our battle ended with his death.

Later, I would come to realize I had developed a lust for the same sex and inflicting pain. I became obsessive over anyone who caught my eye and possessive over them. What had happened in my past had managed to fuck up my future for I was becoming just like my master.

What's worse is...

I didn't want to change.

Personality:
"You're mine, no one elses. Only I can touch you, claim you. Anyone else who tries, dies." Ephraim can be a bit possessive, and that's putting it lightly. He grew up without things most foals would have. (i.e. family, herd, etc) When he finds someone he wants, he keeps that one near him at all times and gets jealous when someone else is talking to his other half, or even looking at them with interest.

"I get what I want. And I want you." He's ruthless and persistent. He knows what he wants, he knows who he wants and you can bet he will get it. He won't stop trying until he does and he'll use any means to achieve his goals. It doesn't matter who he has to hurt to do it.

"There's a darkness in my soul, but you-you're my light, and you chase away that darkness." Charming can be used to describe him as well. He knows what to say, how to say it. It's something he uses to get what he wants before resorting to violence.

"Either you submit to me, or risk everything." He is a professional manipulator. He can turn words around on you to make you think it was your idea in the first place, when he wants you to do something. He's also demanding, expecting others to jump without question, when he tells them.

"It won't hurt me to hurt you. I find pleasure in it." He is a sadist when it comes to hurting others. He finds pleasure in their pain.


* Picture: Ephraim Ref | I | II

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Name: Lot
Breed: Spanish MustangxAndalusian
Gender: Stallion
Height: 16.1
Age: 6
Color: Silver Black Roan Pintaloosa Splash
Markings: Splash, Two hind socks
Deformities: -none-
Mane & Tail: Chocolate/White
Eyes: Green
Health:
--Mental: 100%
--Physical: 100%
Allegiance: The Syndicate

Home: N/A
Rank: N/A

History:
I was born a twin in a small herd just outside of this land. My mother, a leopard appaloosa mustang and one of the lowest mares in the tier, birthed my sister and I in the early morning just as the sun was peeking over the mountains in the far distance. My sire didn't bother waiting for my mother while she gave birth, having moved the herd right just as she went into labor. He was a sorry bastard but looking back, I'm able to appreciate his reasons for moving the herd even if he did abandon one of his own for a short time. After my twin and I were on our wobbly legs, frolicking around and able to catch up to the herd that was gradually disappearing on the horizon. Our mother was quick, I'll give her that. She ended up reaching the herd before nightfall with my sister and I still in tow. That seemed to please our sire as he gazed down at us with an appraising expression. While our mother may not have been a higher ranked equine in the herd, she was definitely one not to be trifled with.

As we grew, our personalities shifted. My sister was more understanding, cooperative and reliable where I was wild, eager to advanced and troublesome. I enjoyed sparring with the other colts and usually had to be reprimanded and put in my place when I got too rough because quite frankly, I didn't know when to stop. I never showed them any sort of mercy, which had grabbed my sire's attention. At the time, he thought it to be useful and paid more attention to me despite my rank in the herd. He taught me how to fight, he taught me how to win, but when I got older, he decided I was too dangerous to keep around and had me chased out of the herd. At that time, my sister had developed my mother's resilience for surviving, so when I was run off, she had followed close behind.

The two of us managed to survive, but I had become bitter, determined and spiteful. I would exceed expectations and succeed in my goals. There would be nothing that could stop me and I'll make damn sure no one gets in my way. With Lyr at my side, the two of us will release hell on earth.


Personality:
Difficult is one way to describe this stallion. He's rather rough around the edges and full of himself more often than not. He's a bit of a smartass at times. When it comes to vulnerability and showing his emotions, he just doesn't. He finds them useless and a nuisance at best. However, that doesn't mean he holds it against anyone else. He just doesn't care. Lot is not one to give two shits about someone's feelings or emotions unless they are close to him or in his close circle of friends. He's goal-oriented and lacks the morals to do things the right way. Instead, he steps on anyone and everyone in the way of him achieving his goals. After years of working towards where he was now, he's not about to give it up for anyone. However, there's a want for a herd of his own, a mate and even offspring to carry on his bloodlines and goals if he were to fail in this life. He is not for the faint of heart or frail beings. Delicate creatures would not make it a day with this beast and should be warned against his friendship or even companionship. However, if there are those out there who seek an alliance with a strong, determined, independent beast, then they may just be able get along with Lot.


Lot's Ref

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Pictures: Lyr Ref

Name:
Lyr
Breed: Spanish MustangxAndalusian
Gender:
Mare
Height: 15.3
Age: 6 years of age
Color: Silver Black Roan Splash
Markings:
Splash markings on the back end with two stockings and a bald face
Deformities: (delete or leave blank if they don't have any)

Mane & Tail:
Chocolate & White
Eyes:
Green
Health:
--Mental: 100%
--Physical:100 %
Allegiance: Altus

Home: n/a
Rank: n/a

History: I was born a twin in a small herd just outside of this land. My mother, a leopard appaloosa mustang and one of the lowest mares in the tier, birthed my brother and I in the early morning just as the sun was peeking over the mountains in the far distance. My sire didn't bother waiting for my mother while she gave birth, having moved the herd right just as she went into labor. He was a sorry bastard but if there is anything I am grateful for it would be my proud lineage and the strength I inherited from the beast. After my twin and I were on our wobbly legs, frolicking around and able to catch up to the herd that was gradually disappearing on the horizon. We ended up reaching the herd before nightfall with my brother and I still in tow. Although our mother wasn't quite up there with the higher ranked mares and din't have any respect among them whatsoever, she was resilient and that is something I inherited from her. That resilience among my brother and myself impressed my sperm donor enough that he kept us around.

As we grew, our personalities shifted. I became strong, willing to learn and the most observant among the foals in the herd. I learned things by watching and got away with a lot by keeping my mouth shut when times called for it. I played up the role of the meek, quiet daughter so no more attention would be cast upon me for fear my father would use me as a bargaining chip with other herds. In that time, his attention shifted to my brother, thankfully leaving my mother and I alone. I took it upon myself to learn about nature, how the system worked, what plants did what and how to become invisible, cloaked by utilizing the nature around me. that would later become an asset.

My brother and I became strong in our herd, became noticed more prominently than the other colts and fillies of our age. That led to our alienation from the herd. Well, my brother's alienation. I, on the other hand, was wanted but because I was loyal to my brother, and still am to this day, I left the herd and followed after my brother. It was I who kept an eye on him, I who made sure he didn't get his ass in trouble. But it was him who ruined my life there in the end.

So now he plans to take on the world by storm.

He plans to destroy things in his path and rise to the top.

I plan to completely undermine him.


Personality:
The daughter of a lowly mare and twin to an egotistical brother, she fought her way to where she is now. despite the odds against her, Lyr has made certain to arm herself with knowledge that will help her in the future. Determination, Resilience, she has it in spades. She's not one to back down from a fight, but she also doesn't let it show that she can take care of herself unless she's alone with her brother. Lyr plays on the meek, yielding, and submissive behavior that is shown in the mares of her father's herd to fool any pursuers. When they get close enough, she defends herself with a ferocity that would put the gods to shame. Her independence is only matched by her will and determination to survive in a world where the odds would attempt to destroy her. Where her brother is bold in his attempts to reach the top, Lyr is conniving and cunning underneath the submissive, quiet, sweet exterior. Her years of observing others has made her a master in the art of body language and her studious nature has her able to discern certain attributes in a being despite their facade.