PREPARE TO BE MISCARRIED; credit to llama

[Δ Beauty With The Booty]

antigone
' the creation hating, short ass, simple-minded, forgetful klepto.'

Besmirched Identity;; Antigone (against-birth)
Sullied Lineage;; Falabella Horse
Defiled Sex;; Female
Impure Proportions;; 7hh
Exposed to the Elements for: Four Years
Grimy Windows: Ice blue
Dirty Exterior: Silver Black Tobiano
Greasy Lace: Flaxen
Smudged Paint: Silver black covers head and neck, extends halfway over shoulder and onto forlegs, rest of body is white, white blaze
Stained Canvas: --
Grungy Accessories: --

Smeared Image:

Vigor:
--Obscene Thoughts: 70% [Kleptomania, Intellectual disability, Fugue State]
--Unclean Body: 100%

Soul: Imperium

Muddy Grotto: Nomad

Polluted Rank: Nomad

Blood in the Dust: Anti was born to a pair of Falabella horses that she never learned the name of. Before she was weaned, her parents were killed by a pack of wild dogs, she had luckily not been found by the beasts, due to her small size. She eventually was found by a mare by the name of Hera and the old mare had taken the small filly under her wing, nursing her. She raised the little filly until she was weaned and the mare ultimately died. This shook Anti pretty hard and she spun into a depression. During her time with the mare, while she was kind enough to raise her, she wasn't kind enough to teach her anything. The mare was of the Dark alliance and was ultimately a mean mare, telling Anti to do this and that. Antigone learned her hate of creation from the mare, seeing as she hated children as well and never had any of her own. It was a miracle the old mare had decided to raise little Anti. The young silver black filly stayed by the old bay mare's side for a long time, eventually she grew hungry and thirsty enough that she traveled away from her, finding food and water far away.

Eventually, she found a new rhythm in her everyday life, learning to live without Hera. While the old mare was mean and a total bitch, Antigone loved her. She saw her as her mother figure, but she knew her mother had been killed, Hera reminded her of that everyday she lived and breathed on this earth, constantly reminding her that she had to save her and how much kindness it took from her to even think of raising her. Of course, Antigone didn't take much of it personally. It was just the way the old mare was. As Anti grew, she came across many equines and they shaped her to be who she is today.

A few months after Hera's death, she came across a stallion. He was much larger than she was and he was amazed at her small body. He immediately took her as his. Antigone never understood what 'his' meant. But she was greatful for a bit of social interaction. The black stallion dragged the little mare along with him everywhere and she sought warmth at his side every night, either curling into his side or standing beneath him. He took care of her and she never had to do anything, that is for now. They traveled together and Anti learned just how dark the stallion was. He stole the lives of others and all the things they loved and held dear. None of this bothered the little mare. That is, until she witnessed him raping a mare. Antigone moved into action and got between them, biting onto his sensitive region and earning a swift and powerful kick to the skull. The kick knocked the little mare out. Later she woke up to a very pissed off stallion and the dead body of a mare.

The stallion was extremely pissed and told her that her time was coming. Her days of being comfortable around him were over. Over the next few months, she traveled with the stallion and at random times, she would forget who she was or who he was or what she was doing, sometimes going on 'adventures' in the middle of the night. His kick to her head had done some damage and she began to suffer from a self-reversing amnesia. She often forgot who she was introduced to and what she was told to do or what she was doing. This aggravated the stallion.

Soon she became three, three long years she spent with the black brute and her 'time had come.' When the little mare least expected it, the large stallion attempted to rape her, but was ultimately unsuccessful due to her extremely small size. She fought back and bit where she knew it would hurt, leaving nothing for the stallion. He went down in his pain and the little mare attacked his face once he was done, tearing at his eyes and mouth. She left him bleeding and blind, never wanting to see him again.

Mired Thoughts:Antigone is just what her name displays. She is against all creation, no matter how it comes. She despises children and those who wish to make children. She hates to see mares raped, knowing that it could lead to the creation of a child. She is strict about things never changing and doesn't like the mess a change can bring. She is typically a very kind mare, despite this trait she harbors, due to her simple lifestyle. She is very open to others and is almost ignorant. She is sometimes called 'simple-minded' but she isn't stupid, while at the same time, she isn't exactly smart. She loves to make others laugh at her antics but does still have feelings and hates when they are hurt. She does have a strong love for stealing, well, not really a love, more of a habit, something she can't quite break.

Antigone, like everyone else, can get extremely angry, though it is particularly hard for her to get angry. She is usually very tolerant of those around her and is very calm, but can be very ditzy and has a hard time understanding things. She cannot understand sarcasm and is very touchy when others use it around her. Due to her head trauma, she has frequent 'black-outs' and forgets everything she knew but it all usually returns after a time. Due to her intellectual disorder, she is very slow and has a hard time understanding even the simplest of things and is ultimately a very socially inept creature. But she isn't blunt or mean outwardly due to this.

She does have a problem with severe violence when she is pissed or treated wrongly. She goes for what she can and is violent and almost scary in her little outbursts. She doesn't love to kill but she doesn't hate it. She would rather kill than be friends.


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[Δ Beauty With The Booty]

the bride
' beautiful, proud, mama's girl'

Besmirched Identity;; The Bride
Sullied Lineage;; Lusitano X Arabian X Brabant X Friesian X Irish draught X Shire X Clydesdale X Percheron X Suffolk X Rhenish German Draft x Gypsy Vanner x Akhal teke
Defiled Sex;; Female
Impure Proportions;; 16.2hh
Exposed to the Elements for: 3 Years
Grimy Windows: Blue
Dirty Exterior: Chestnut [ee/Aa]
Greasy Lace: Brown
Smudged Paint: Pangare, Very Pale Brindles, Blaze
Stained Canvas: --
Grungy Accessories: --

Smeared Image: 1

Vigor:
--Obscene Thoughts: 100%
--Unclean Body: 80% - foal is breached and passes with difficulty but survives the birth after a little coaxing from her mother

Soul: Imperium

Muddy Grotto: Cocytus

Polluted Rank: The Hellspawn

Blood in the Dust: The Bride was the second born, with her twin sister, Mephala and is ultimately her mother, Witchcrypt's, favorite. At a young age, her mother gifted her with a male fossa named Cein and she had he have become fast friends, even though TB silently wondered if her mother had given him to her in hopes he would kill her. But now, TB is the leader of her mother's land, while her mother leads her Grandfather, Lucifer's, lands.

Mired Thoughts: TB knows exactly how her life will go, she is very self-confidant and centered and doesn't give anyone else a second glance. She loves her mother dearly but isn't blind to what her mother can do or what she would do to her own children. She is very calm around her mother and watches what she says constantly, not wanting her dam's wrath upon her. She is very kind to those around her but only to throw them off.


Flesh and Blood:
Witchcrypt - dam
Kvatch - sire
Mephala - twin
Witched - sister
Maleficent - sister
Lucifer - Grandsire
Hysteria - Granddam


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Partner In Crime:
Name: Cein
Species: Fossa
Gender: Male
Length: 46 inches; head to tail
Weight: 18lbs
Age: three
Color: reddish-brown dorsally and colored a dirty cream ventrally
Markings: --
Eyes: medium brown; orange in dark

[Δ Beauty With The Booty]

maleficent
' loner of a close-knit family that is as pure evil as it comes'

Besmirched Identity;; Maleficent
Sullied Lineage;; Lusitano X Arabian X Brabant X Friesian X Irish Draught X Shire X Clydesdale X Percheron X Suffolk X Rhenish German Draft x Gypsy Vanner x Thoroughbred x American Quarter Horse x Andalusian x Akhal-Teke x Saddlebred x Warmblood x Australian Stock Horse x Pintabian x Morgan x Kladruber
Defiled Sex;; Female
Impure Proportions;; 17.3hh
Exposed to the Elements for: 3 Years
Grimy Windows: Sea Green with red ring around pupil
Dirty Exterior: Silver Smokey Blue Roan Tobiano // Smoky Cream Chimera [Ee/aa/CrCr (Smoky Cream)]
Greasy Lace: Black fades to white/silver, has a sharp blue tint (mane is like that of a fo-hawk)
Smudged Paint: Foal is born with frame tobiano markings but chimera is in the tobiano and the 'white' markings are truly smokey cream. White chubari spots in the blue roan. Half bald face that runs vertical along face, blue roan around right eye, in the smokey cream and smokey cream around the left eye. Extensive black bend-or spots in the smokey cream
Stained Canvas: --
Grungy Accessories: Foal is born with curled black horns reach two feet from behind her ears, silver stripes that spread out two inches along the horns, feathers grow from the skin along the throat latch, down the nape and along the chest and go across the spine, feathers can molt and grow back, they are black with a shimmer much like a crow's feathers, mane extends along spine, connecting with tail and mixing with feathers, tail is prehensile with hair growing from base to tip and a sharp barb at the end that splits into two and works much like scissors.

Smeared Image: Not exact but yeah, the body.

Vigor:
--Obscene Thoughts: 80% [Self-centered/Narcissist, Sadistic, Recluse.]
--Unclean Body: 100%

Soul: Imperium

Muddy Grotto: Armageddon

Polluted Rank: His Glorious Obsession

Blood in the Dust: Maleficent was born from Witchcrypt and Sethnor. She is Witchcrypt's youngest but not her favorite, luckily for Male, by the time she came around Wicca had accepted her young and she was welcomed with open arms. As she aged, she slowly knew that she would be the end of her own mother, but she would not be daft and out right attack her mother, oh no. She would take years to plan the bitch's death. However, her plans were momentarily halted when The Bone Collector became enthralled with her and he stole her away to his home, where she now resides.

Mired Thoughts: she is very mellow, though her intentions are only to further her own goals and self. She is about as evil as it can get and has this thing about her that one wouldn't mind being around her, due to her laughing, smiling, witty facade. Even though usually, her intentions are purely evil. She is very narcassitic and holds herself above all, even her own family. She doesn't really hold family in the views of what Wicca and Lucifer hold but she would come to her family's aid if they truly needed it. While she holds herself high and is very quick, she isn't very emotionally stable, often lashing out of those who follow or are related to her for simple matters. And like most darks, she reveals in the pain of others. Mostly emotional.


Flesh and Blood:
Witchcrypt - Dam
Sethnor - Sire
Lucifer - Grandsire
Hysteria - Granddam
Thaurron - Grandsire
Azrael - Granddam
Various siblings


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Partner In Crime:
Name: Diablo
Species: Common Raven
Gender: Male
Length: 27"
Weight: 4.4lbs
Age: 6 Months
Color: Black with iridescent feathers
Markings: -
Eyes: Black

[Δ Beauty With The Booty]

saélihn
' the 'little elf' and first of her kind'

Besmirched Identity;; Saélihn
Sullied Lineage;; Percheron x AQH x Akhal Teke x Saddlebred x African Plains Zebra x Clydesdale x Shire x Brabant x Paso Fino x Marwari x Lusitano x Appaloosa x Warlander x Mustang x Gypsy Vanner x Azteca x Criollo x Mangalarga Marchador x Peruvian Paso x Sorraia x Spanish Mustang x Dole x Noriker x Kathiawari x Breton x Dutch Draft x Fjord x Galiceno x Groningen x Haflinger x Konik x Lithuanian Draft x Italian Heavy Draft x Jutland x Murgese x Nonius x Orlov Trotter x Calabrese x Camargue x Alter Real x American Paint x American Cream Draft x Anglo-Arabian x Ardennais x Australian Stock Horse x Bashkir Curly x Campolina x Canadian Horse x Caspian x Chincoteague Pony x Cleveland Bay x Don x Exmoor Pony x Falabella x Finnhorse x Florida Cracker x Frederiksborg x Furioso x French Trotter x Gelderland x Gotland x Hackney Horse x Haflinger x Highland Pony x Irish draught x Karabair x Kinsky x Knapstrup x Lipizzan x Missouri Fox Trotter x Morgan x Barb horse x Mulassier x Moyle x Mule x National Show Horse x New Forest Pony x New Foundland Pony x Nokota x Pony of the Americas x Przewalski's Horse x Racking Horse x Rocky Mountian Horse x Selle Francias x Standard Bred x Suffolk Punch x Warmblood x Tennesse Walking Horse x Tersky x Ukrainian Saddle Horse x Welsh Cob x Thessalian x Friesian x American Saddlebred x Plains Zebra
Defiled Sex;; Mare
Impure Proportions;; 15hh
Exposed to the Elements for: 4 Months
Grimy Windows: Pastel Purple
Dirty Exterior: Silver Perlino Champagne [Ee/Aa/CrCr/nCh/ZZ]
Greasy Lace: Silver with black lowlights and pewter highlights
Smudged Paint: Hued dark points with extremely light zebra striping on rump and back legs.
Stained Canvas: Abstract markings along the crest that glow in a tealish color, that resemble nuclear spider markings. 'Cat Eyes' design around her eyes, much like one would wear makeup and is in a pewter color.
Grungy Accessories: Feathered wings that are silver perlino in color with pewter along the edges of the wings. Feathers are pearlescent with markings like that of a Harpy Eagle. Wings start at the base of the withers and are 16ft in total span. They are similar in structure to the Harpy Eagle.

Smeared Image: Not sure if this is what I want her to look like but yeah

Vigor:
--Obscene Thoughts: 95% (Seperation Anxiety)
--Unclean Body: 100%

Soul: Imperium

Muddy Grotto: Nomad

Polluted Rank: Nomad

Blood in the Dust: coming

Mired Thoughts: coming


Flesh and Blood:
Creature - dam
Entropy - sire


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Name: Ki'tzr
Species: Harpy Eagle
Gender: Male
Length: 3ft 6in
Weight: 10lbs
Age: 4 months
Color: Normal for species
Markings: Normal for species
Eyes: Black
Wingspan: 7ft

[Δ Beauty With The Booty]

fox
' tortured, brain-washed, confused little rodent eater'

Besmirched Identity;; Fox
Sullied Lineage;; Missouri Fox Trotter
Defiled Sex;; Male
Impure Proportions;; 14hh
Exposed to the Elements for: Six years
Grimy Windows: Teal
Dirty Exterior: Copper Bay
Greasy Lace: Black mane, tail fades to white
Smudged Paint: Pangare, still has black legs of a bay. Black mouth. Black ring around ears.
Stained Canvas: --
Grungy Accessories: --

Smeared Image: Obviously not the right color...

Vigor:
--Obscene Thoughts: 90% Delusions, ADD
--Unclean Body: 100%

Soul: Qaletaqa

Muddy Grotto: Wahkan

Polluted Rank: --

Blood in the Dust: Born to his parents, Vulpe and Vixen, he was originally named Azeria. He was their only child and their pride and joy. He was born a beautiful copper color and his parents were extremely pleased. He was going to be the son they had always wanted. He grew up in the small herd his father led, playing among the foals and becoming fast friends with many of them. He loved his life within his little herd, being a prince and all. He grew a little pompous as he neared the age of one, losing some of his friends but he didn't care too much, preferring to stick to himself.

Just shy of one year, his family was taken captive by an army from another land. They were stripped of their titles and thrown to rot in prison cells, made from the earth with sharp over hangs, basically making escape impossible. The doors were closed by large boulders, pulled by three our four of the soldiers in the army. For years they stayed here, nothing happening but the slow decay of their lives. Azeria was in a cell by himself. There was no way to communicate, other than screaming over the howling winds.

During the years he was living in this cell, he was constantly nagged and pushed around. Mentally tortured. He had been kicked around and such but never true physical torture. With lack of proper food and clean water, he grew sick and slowly started losing his want to live, he had nothing to live for. He smelt death in the air and knew his family was slowly dying and he could do nothing about it. It scarred him for life, knowing he was right there, but couldn't do anything.

He soon learned that he was the last surviving member of his family. He took that with a confused expression, as if he wasn't quite sure what that meant. It went basically through one ear and out the other. He was very..passive about his entire line's death. Outwardly he didn't really care but deep down he felt something stir, something painful. But he ignored it, it was nothing, and it didn't last long enough for him to actually start worrying.

At the age of three, almost four, everything merged. By merged I mean there was not right or wrong to him. The evil and good in the world merged together and became one. The lines between evil and good were blurry and they never seemed to focus. He began calling himself Fox, or at least, that's what he told himself. He could no longer remember his name, so he called himself what his guards catcalled through the thick walls. All those years in that prison turned his world upside down. A prince turned into a slave. He lost all individuality, his sense of judgement poofing away as if it had just evaporated. Eventually they noticed his change and began letting him walk around out of his cage. Which he instantly became like a lowly born peasant, he slunk around, keeping himself low to the ground. He never put his eyes higher than the chest of others, only looking up when they said so.

At the age of six, there was an attack from a pack of wolves that had been gaining their numbers all this time. In the confusion, Fox ran away and is now lost, looking for somewhere to belong.

Mired Thoughts:Fox is very simple minded. At one time he may have been very calculated or good at something intellectually but not anymore. He is very skittish around all, though he is uber friendly and will be kind to everyone he meets, though he may talk to them from a hiding place, and by hiding place I mean behind a tree. Due to his past of being brain washed, he has no idea what modesty is, what personal space is and definitely has no idea what being a 'pervert' means. He literally becomes upset and confused when called names, even though most are unknown to him and someone would have to explain the word to him. Its not that he never learned this, its more like he forgot during his brainwashing/torture. Which also means he's at least 99.99% oblivious to all things. Someone could insult him clear as day and he wouldn't notice, wouldn't even get it. Fox is the embodiment of a simpleton, so much so that he can never be disloyal or betray someone because he would be so loyal to that person he wouldn't even know it. He has a childish light about him to, untainted some might say, when he is extremely broken and torn up, his mind just doesn't process that dark crevice that has been locked away, though who knows, it might break out one day. The brainwashing he received also left him very submissive, even those who aren't use to someone being submissive to them are objects of his submissive nature. Aside from all of this, he is easily entertained. With a touch of ADD of course, which made his torture all the worse. Oh, and to top it all off, he sometimes thinks he's a Fox, another product of his torture and his mind wondering why they called him Fox, well..obviously because he was a fox


Flesh and Blood:
Vulpe - Sire
Vixen - Dam

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[Δ Beauty With The Booty]

carnivore
' the crazy, hears voices, cannibalistic mofo that names his family after eating habits.'

Besmirched Identity;; Carnivore
Sullied Lineage;; Andalusian
Defiled Sex;; Male
Impure Proportions;; 16hh
Exposed to the Elements for: 15 Years
Grimy Windows: Like so
Dirty Exterior: Grey (Buckskin base)
Greasy Lace: Black
Smudged Paint: Severe Dappling, very dark legs from dappling, "goggles", white fetlocks on back right leg, whole right front leg is dark in color. Bloody shoulder marking throughout body, but is concentrated on rump.
Stained Canvas: --
Grungy Accessories: Can switch from normal vision to infrared but is blind for two whole seconds in the transition.

Smeared Image: Dappling
Body

Vigor:
--Obscene Thoughts: 90% (Dissociative identity disorder (Herbivore & Omnivore)) CANNIBAL
--Unclean Body: 95% ( Bum leg (wounded when Omnivore took over and threw himself at a Mountain Lion), over reactive saliva glands)

Soul: Atrox

Muddy Grotto: Atrocitas

Polluted Rank: coming

Blood in the Dust: It doesn't remember where it came from. If it even had parents. But of course it did. Everyone comes about the same way. The theory with how it came to be was, in it's mother womb, which it calls 'Anorexia', there were a set of triplets. Growing in their mother peacefully. The supposed mother carried them for a short time, unknowingly carrying triplets. But it was like the Gods changed their minds, and merged them back together before their growth got too far. They grew to full term and were born as one whole being. With three minds. The fought over control of the body. Constantly. They fought throughout the young life of the body they inhabited. Eventually, one won over them all. Omnivore. The unisex voice was disturbing and it rocked the stability of the others. It was neither a she or a he. It was everything and nothing at the same time.

The other two relinquished the fight, giving Omni control. 'Anorexia' never named the child, or at least, it doesn't remember if it had a name. The mother never mentioned the father. But it remembers meeting him. It calls him, 'Binge'. 'Binge' never seemed to notice the foal or the fact that there were three instead of one. 'Binge' addressed the foal as 'it' and Omni took to it, pushing down the annoyed voices of Carni and Herbi. They constantly bickered but never fought for control, because Omni's ability to suppress them was complete and whole. 'Binge' did not care for it, despite the fact that he and 'Anorexia' had shrived for a child. This greatly upset 'Anorexia' and she threw herself from a cliff, trying to take it with her, but somehow, it survived, but the fall was hard. Hitting a tree limb that grew from the rock and then falling to the water below. This knocked Omni out of control and threw Herbi into command of their 'vessel'.

For some reason, a miracle, fate, blind luck, call it what you want, there was no serious injury to it. But now it was not it. It was a she now. Herbi managed to hold Carni down, Omni being unconscious. She found her way back to 'Binge' and he noticed the change. The feminine walk, the subtle smiles and giggles. He took this as a sign that this thing..that was from his loins..was a demon and it killed his mate. 'Binge' went into a rage and tried to kill her, and in her fear, Herbi retreated, relinquishing control and Carni took over. She was a he now. And he was their saving grace. He tricked 'Binge', making him slide off the same cliff that his lover had fallen to her death. Carni watched with a bemused expression and watched each time 'Binge's' body hit rock and then went splat into the water, drifting down stream.

They were on their own now. And Carni was set on a track of his own, easily pushing Herbi down. This track he went on. Murder. He took them through lands far and wide, holding control for five months before Omni finally broke back through, taking control back and cracking it like a whip. In his time, Carni managed to kill ten equines. All by surprise, not expecting the cute little foal to be so dangerous. Omni took them to salvation, knowing they could not live in the wild for much longer by themselves. It found a stallion and mare that took them in. They had names. Remembered names. Vegas and Vanro. They took the foal in, but for reasons that Omni had not predicted.

Vegas and Vanro took it and trained it to kill, maim and decimate. This was against what Omni wanted. Omni was both Carni and Herbi. It held both of their views, along with its own. But this union wasn't perfect. While the mare and stallion trained it, they also down-talked it. And Omni, Carni and Herbi believed every word of it. They suffered at the hands of these two for seven years. Honing their abilities and even switching control, just to ease the stress and pain on each other. But only Omni and Herbi switched, deeming it too dangerous to release Carni. They became close-knit and mindful of one another, but the constant fighting was still there. The fighting was mostly started by Carni, his rage at being pushed aside had grown and was festering.

But their patience and resolve waned, they grew tired with Vegas and Vanro. Omni did what he knew it had to do. It released Carni. And Carni did what he does best. He killed. And ate. There was nothing but bones left of Vegas and Vanro and Carni looked as if he were pregnant when he was finished. But now..Omni realized its mistake. Carni had learned to contain control and he was now to powerful for Omni to overthrow.

Carni went on a killing spree for five years. Killing and maiming. But it was because of his inescapable hunger. He never seemed to get full and it drove him wild. He salivated like a dog, constantly. Looking for good everywhere. As he ate meat of all things, he made Herbi weak, her diet being of vegetables, fruit and grass. Omni survived due to its ability to eat both. But this did not have any affect on Carni. He did not care. Of course, Herbi would not die, she would simply be unable to take control. He was silent around them both, and occasionally spoke but it was usually cruel and down talking. This was when shit really started to go down.

Omni fought Carni constantly, fighting for control. This lasted two years, and right on the dot of two years, Omni broke through the control, but not completely. Now two minds were controlling one body and the fight was brutal. They threw each other around and anyone that walked by would be frightened away at the horse that was attempting to kill himself. Omni and Carni bit and chewed at each other, when in reality it looked as if the body was biting itself. Eventually their fighting brought the attention of a mountain lion, and it attacked, taking a chunk out of Carni/Omni's back right leg. They managed to kill it and in that lapse, Carni took control again. Three more years passed and Omni and Carni constantly fought for control and they still do, but Herbi is growing in strength and she will make them rue the day they thought her weak.

Mired Thoughts:Carni is actually just one being with three voices. It has both reproductive parts, male and female. It just thinks that it is triplets in one body. That is thanks to it's mental stability, it suffers from dissociative identity disorder. The two voices in his head being Omnivore, who likes to be called 'it'. It is basically the neutral of the three and the 'boss' of sorts. It's logic and reason and moral. It holds no love for anything and is like a robot in many ways. It doesn't understand emotion or anything, but it will argue a point to oblivion. Omni would not go out of it's way to help someone and is self-preserving. It has no want to save any race and would rather watch them all burn, but it isn't one to get its hands dirty. It is loyal to a fault, it has to find you worth being loyal to. It gets very offended when its morals or values are questioned. It is very straight-forward and absolutely hates Carnivore but has a slight affection for Herbivore. It is a quick thinker and sees possibilities in everything.

The second voice is Herbivore, which likes to be called 'she'. She is the innocence within the body. The one that is very sensitive and is basically afraid of both Omnivore and Carnivore. She is like a tiny child and is very creative and always giggling when Omni and Carni let her. But usually she is snuffed down and kept quiet. She is the voice that is not very adventurous and is always afraid to 'do new things'. Besides that, she is actually very serious. She doesn't have a sarcastic bone in her 'body'. Everything she says, she means it. She would never say anything to hurt anyone, but she can get angry and say hurtful things after a lot of pushing. This stems from her lack of liking to be in conflict. If she has control of the body and conflict happens, she will retreat. She is extremely loyal and caring. While the others are rude or rough with her, she is gentle and kind to them, hoping it will rub off on them in some way. And it seems to be working a bit on Omni, but she cannot be sure. She is however, very aware of her surroundings and takes notice of things that not even Omni or Carni would. She is very alert and is 'quick to draw'. She is also very concerned with beautiful things and will be like a kid, asking to stop and look at flowers or a waterfall.

And finally, Carnivore. This one prefers to be called 'he'. He is a serious individual and is very good at hiding that 'insane' look. Though he can put on some pretty wicked facial expressions when fighting Omni and Herbi. Herbi sometimes calls him 'Express' and he absolutely hates it. He is, however, extremely protective of himself, and by default, Omni and Herbi. Carnivore is absolutely brutal, he doesn't show any remorse or mercy to those in his sights. He usually only attacks when he is hungry (which is...all the time). He has his preferences, of course, but will eat whatever is available. He isn't picky. However, he is the most loyal out of them all and is dependable in a fight, if he likes you. He also doesn't half-ass anything, he is thorough. (as in, he picks his meals clean. only bones left.) He is very controlled and while his anger is pretty bad, he takes a bit of pushing to get it going. He has many things he enjoys, water being one. He's very much like a Tiger in this. He finds it relaxing and its a safe place for him. It brings out what would be Carnivore if he didn't have the voices. This Carnivore is gentle and kind, considerate of others and just overall a different equine. It is as if the water shushes the voices. But they are there, as if they never went away.


Flesh and Blood:
Anorexia - Dam
Binge - Sire


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satanael
' Worry wart with a lot of shit goin' on in his head'

Besmirched Identity;; Satanael
Sullied Lineage;; Lusitano X Arabian X Brabant X Irish draught X Shire X Clydesdale X Percheron X Suffolk X Rhenish German Draft x Friesian x Gypsy Vanner x Appaloosa x Belgian
Defiled Sex;; Male
Impure Proportions;; 19.3hh
Exposed to the Elements for: 1 Year [6/10/14]
Grimy Windows: Right: red that fades to yellow; Left: yellow that fades to red.
Dirty Exterior: Silver Smokey Cream Appaloosa // Smokey Black Chimera [Ee/aa/CrCr/nZ/nLp] ((Passes Silver Smoky Cream Appaloosa))
Greasy Lace: Cream that fades to black with ivory streaks
Smudged Paint: Solid Appaloosa blanket that extends from middle of spine to tail and down entire flank to stop right above legs, majority of body is Silver smokey cream, blanket is Smokey Black. Front right leg is solid smokey black. Smokey Black brindles concentrate around face and neck but extend down back to fade into blanket
Stained Canvas: Ancient Elder Futhark Runes along spine
Grungy Accessories: Foal born with beard, three spiralled, black 'unicorn' horns, first is 10in long and in the center of forehead, second is 5in long and in the center of the muzzle, third is 2in long and between nostrils, 10 ft lion-like tail that is prehensile, hair from tip to the base of tail, on the underside, red part of eye glows subtly.

Smeared Image: Just about everything is right, other than markings.

Vigor:
--Obscene Thoughts: 89% (Sadistic, Delusions, Anxiety) <---does not form these until later in life
--Unclean Body: 100%

Soul: The Syndicate

Muddy Grotto: Reach

Polluted Rank: Pupil

Blood in the Dust: Satanael was born to Witchcrypt and The Meta. It was no secret the duo had a love/hate relationship and Satan wonders often how he and his twin brother, Cyclone, had even came to be. Satanael was born second but he was by far, not the hardest for his mother, his brother, Cyclone was the biggest of the two and the first to be born, making Satan's birth a lot easier on their mother. From the first time he could stand, he was an instant worrier. He fawned over his mother as she lay, healing. His brother took most of his attention away from his mother and thus gave Satan something to think about and to get to know his own sire as well. [will add more.]

Mired Thoughts:Satan is the son of Witchcrypt and The Meta; twin to Cyclone. He was spoiled by his mother from the beginning, being one of the first sons she ever had. He and his brother are her light and joy. From birth, he had always been his mother's son. Quiet and softly rambunctious but he held a haunted look to him. There was that twinge of insanity boiling beneath the surface. That insanity is from his blood, a bit from his mother and a bit from his father. He knows his mother worries he will be lost to the insanity, hear the multiple voices his father hears or become even worse than both her and his father combined. But Satan has a rock that holds him down. His brother, Cyclone. Cyclone was born first, but that does not stop the younger brother from loving his older brother. Satan was always the silent one, that only showed his emotions in front of his family and in front of others, he shows an aloofness. He is utterly a mama's boy, though he does have a very strong connection to his sire. He is always at his mother's side, no matter how 'unmotherly' she is and he wishes to never see her death, for he holds his mother on a pedestal and he dares any to harm her. In terms of his father, he is very close to him and is always willing to learn, and loves to be with his father and wishes to follow in his footsteps, despite his mother's ranking in her land and the position he could hold. He knew his Father would never be the Father many others had; neither of his parents are the coddling type and without even a bit of coddling seems to have ruined the colt but also helped him. When it comes to his brother, he is very open and a jokster around his brother. They are very close, inseparable and Satan hopes that will never come to be.

All in all, Satan is a completely worry wart and the 'eyes' of the family. He's always looking after them even though they may not think he is. He's been described as too kind for the life he was born into and due to this, he has been molded quite harshly by the way he was raised. When he was a foal, he was kind and playful and always a shoulder someone could cry on. He was rebellious but also an anxious, duty-filled colt and if he did his usual skipping out on practice, he always worried if he had made his dad mad, and he usually did.


Flesh and Blood:
Witchcrypt - 'I am always worrying about my mother, even though there is nothing to worry about. She another light in my life and I don't know what I would do if it is snuffed out.'
The Meta - 'I will always do what is expected of me by my Father. I worry about disappointing him and loosing him at the same time.'
Cyclone - 'He is my twin. We've been together since birth and before that. He is my solid place to stand, always level when I am shaking and I love him for that.'

The Bride, Maleficent, Witched, Mephala - Half-sisters
Lucifer - Grandfather
Hysteria - Grandmother
Many aunts and uncles


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Name: Panda
Species: Red Panda
Gender: Female
Length: 42in
Weight: 13lbs
Age: Newborn
Color: Reds, whites and blacks
Markings: Typical of species
Eyes: Brown

[Δ Beauty With The Booty]

beta
' the scrotum slayer.'

Besmirched Identity;; Beta
Sullied Lineage;; Dutch Warmblood x Arabian
Defiled Sex;; Female
Impure Proportions;; 16hh
Exposed to the Elements for: 5 Years
Grimy Windows: Grey with silver specks
Dirty Exterior: Black
Greasy Lace: Black
Smudged Paint: White star, rabicano
Stained Canvas: --
Grungy Accessories: --

Smeared Image: Bodice

Vigor:
--Obscene Thoughts: 100%
--Unclean Body: 100%

Soul: The Syndicate

Muddy Grotto: Reach

Polluted Rank: Mercenary

Blood in the Dust: Beta was not always known as Beta, she had another name, one she hates to be used. She lived a normal life, well if being in her herd's military was normal, then she lived a normal life. She had joined the military with her closest friend and lover, Church. They joined together and went through the training but ended up in different sections of the army. This army was not like most, it was well built and had squads and rankings that made it extremely efficient. It was a top notch program, always ready to defend it's people. She and Church were very good at what they did, even though she was significantly better than he was. They made good soldiers and no one ever questioned that.

The two were close but their relationship was a love-hate thing. He would always try to get her to fully love him but she always seemed to sneak after other males, thinking she was doing so without his knowledge, but he knew full well about what she was doing. He made no major move to stop her, ever. He would do small things and give her a few words, trying to steer her in the direction to be committed to him but she ultimately had commitment issues, very bad ones. She always expected him to be loyal to her, but she never let that show, though she loved to tease him about his commitment to her, always being a bit rude and rough with him. After much pushing and pulling from both of them, they finally came together and she committed herself to him, until tragedy struck.

Beta was 'killed'. She was left, thinking she was dead, her squad unable to take her body with them. A few hours later, they tried to retrieve her body, but to no avail. For it was gone. She had woken up, and didn't remember why she was there or what had happened. She wandered around, looking for a new life to start. She had no idea what she was leaving, or where she had come from, who she was. Eventually, she found a new herd and told them a false name, which she had no idea was false at this time, one she cannot even remember now. They accepted her into their own military program and she was a fierce competitor. No one knew of her past, which gave her a sort of mystery. She always tried to remember her past, knowing full well that she had been part of a military branch at some point.

She worked among three of the main squads in this military, aiding each team whenever she could and with anything she could. She became a sort of recluse but would talk if she felt the need to or if someone worth her time actually spoke to her. She wasn't exactly the 'friendly' type and no one usually bothered her. She gained a rival quickly, another mare, and they always tried to beat each other at just about everything. She and this mare never saw eye to eye, but Beta never let it get to her. Many told her of her aggression that seemed to constantly get worse, but she denied it and would get angered towards them. Despite her rivalry with this mare, she let her know that she respected her, despite their rivalry.

She was always rough with the others of her group but held a soft spot for them, not really wanting to see them in any kind of distress but also wanting to tell them to suck it up. Over the years she grew increasingly attached to the group but only let it show through small things. As this happened, she slowly began to realize how the leaders of this herd were using her teams as puppets and she aimed to stop them. She goes rogue and manages to get a few of the soldiers on her side. After a prolonged battle, her rival is killed by another rogue soldier and she is soon overwhelmed, fleeing the scene and that past.

Mired Thoughts:Beta a cold, determined, and merciless female. She has always been this way, ever since her birth. Being a Merc most of her life, she had to be this way, to not show compassion to her target or the ones she was keeping away from her charge. Giving her a task is the best thing anyone can do for her, due to her determination to get the job done, she feels antsy when she doesn't have anything to put her mind to, which gives her time to 'remember'. She doesn't usually dwell on these thoughts mainly because she doesn't know where they came from, she thinks they are her overactive imagination, but yet, she doesn't have one, she has very little of an imagination. She has always been termed as a bitch or a rotten bitch by all she gets to know and it doesn't bother her, not one bit. It is hard to insult her because she already calls herself something she is, she is at terms with what and what she isn't. Despite this, Beta is a ver honorable and caring female. She knows when someone earns respect and is always looking after her team, even when she is set on finishing a mission or task. She has a harsh, cold as steel outer shell but deep down she is kind, compassionate, loyal and honorable.


Flesh and Blood:
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condannare
'short in stature but big in attitude'

Besmirched Identity;; Condannare
Sullied Lineage;; Lusitano x Paint x Quarter Horse X Mustang x Shire x Friesian x Andalusian x Italian Trotter x Lipizzaner x Sella Italiano x Sardinian Anglo-Arab
Defiled Sex;; Male
Impure Proportions;; 14.3hh
Exposed to the Elements for: 2 Years
Grimy Windows: Silver and electric blue stripes
Dirty Exterior: Classic Champagne Dun Splash [EE/aa/nCh/nSpl]
Greasy Lace: Brown
Smudged Paint: Minimal dun factor markings; shoulder shadow, dorsal stripe, masking, barbs off of dorsal stripe; Irregular splash markings; medicine hat
Stained Canvas: Bioluminescent lines down the length of all four legs that are a lighter shade of the pelt
Grungy Accessories: --

Smeared Image: Not exact

Vigor:
--Obscene Thoughts: 95% [Delusions/Megalomania]
--Unclean Body: 100%

Soul: The Syndicate

Muddy Grotto: Reach

Polluted Rank: Pupil

Blood in the Dust: Con was born to Harkness and Capo Donna. He has never met his mother but asks about her frequently, wondering just how she was and how his dad met her, since his father seems a bit asexual, he wondered countlessly what made his father have children, what about his mother changed his mind. He likes to think that this one mare was loved by his father, but he isn't completely sure. He was brought to the Syndicate with his twin sister, Vittoria, and is training to be a Guard like his dear old dad, and his future lover boy, Cyclone.

Mired Thoughts: Con has a mind much like a mob boss. He's very family oriented, proud, vain and gets shit done. Despite being the shortest member of The Family, he is by far the one with the biggest attitude. He doesn't care for formalities. You could be a king or a queen or anything and he would treat you just the same as he treats everyone else. He of course knows when he has over stepped his bounds and when he apologizes, he doesn't do it for free. And he usually doesn't mean it. The little champagne colt is usually very friendly and outgoing, a charmer with his head screwed on his shoulders perfectly. But, when someone touches his family in any harmful way, shit will go down. With his family he fights and bitches with them, just like any other family. They love to pick on him because of his short stature and his wobbly looking legs, but he knows they would defend him if someone else made fun of him. As he grows older, he'll notice his love and adoration for Cyclone, Witchcrypt and Meta's son and twin to Satanael.


Flesh and Blood:
Harkness - Sire
Capo Donna - Dam
Vittoria - Twin sister


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caboose
'not my fault'

Besmirched Identity;; Caboose
Sullied Lineage;; Quarter Horse
Defiled Sex;; Male
Impure Proportions;; 15.1hh
Exposed to the Elements for: 4 Years and 7 Months
Grimy Windows: Dark Blue
Dirty Exterior: Blue Roan
Greasy Lace: Black
Smudged Paint: Black head, black points, roaning starts at throat latch and expands to tail and down to knees and hocks. White blaze, white fetlocks on all four legs. Potato/corn spots spread variously across body.
Stained Canvas: --
Grungy Accessories: --

Smeared Image: Here

Vigor:
--Obscene Thoughts: 90% (Undifferentiated Schizophrenia)
--Unclean Body: 100%

Soul: Altus

Muddy Grotto: nomad

Polluted Rank: nomad

Blood in the Dust: Caboose grew up in a small herd of foals, which were all his siblings. All of the foals were fillies, except for him. He was the youngest and due to being the only male in his siblings, he was taken and placed in a 'base' of sorts. This was filled with colts from all over. They were always fighting and bickering and had their own little groups within the entire herd. Caboose was not much of a fighter from the beginning and only fought if someone asked him to or if they really needed his aid. He came to be apart of this little herd, with two leaders or 'overseers', when he was very young. He had always been odd, but it was subtle and barely noticeable to the others, so they didn't bother him much and he didn't bother them either. They lived among each other, under the watchful eyes of the Overseers, and their fighting seemed to be encouraged and stimulated. But none of the colts ever took notice. He would say odd things or go into too much detail or say things completely off the wall but he was never...'completely weird.' In this herd he had one 'friend', Church, who was his best friend, even though he considered them all his friends, Church was his best friend.

Slowly, Caboose began to loose his connection with reality, as if he had no idea what it even was. He became very 'distant' but not socially, more so mentally. This went unnoticed by him, of course, because he thought it was completely normal. Eventually they began to grow into their bodies and they had all become aware of how odd Caboose had become. They were not the kindest to him, but it never phased the blue roan colt, for he could not process the insults. They never cast him out or made him feel unwelcome, but if they did feel anything like that, he didn't notice. He was utterly care-free and just went about his daily business. He was apart of this herd when the mare, Beta came along. She aided his herd for a while and he thought of her as mean but always tried to get on her good side with compliments; like everyone else. Eventually Beta left his little group and they went back to normal; if you can call it normal.

Sometime after this, Caboose went out on a trip on his own, to find a friend that was missing from his herd and he stumbled upon RLTW.

Mired Thoughts:Caboose is not what many would call 'simple-minded'. He has many thoughts, not just a singular thought that he centers his whole universe on. He knows how to love, laugh, be happy, be sad and other various emotions. But he just does not process things the way they are meant to be. Things fall into two categories for Caboose; either he doesn't understand or he just doesn't care. If someone insults him, he takes it as a compliment, but not because he doesn't have time for everyone's bullshit, but because he hears it that way. It's almost like a version of dyslexia. He hears one thing, it comes out the complete opposite of what that word or sentence means. An example would be; Telling him to help someone, but he ends up maiming or killing them, because that is what he heard. Telling him to kill someone, he'll help them, because that's what he heard. Due to this mental state, he is a very friendly stallion and has no real enemies. He doesn't see the bad in people, but will fight someone or something if told to. He is a very loyal individual in this and follows his orders to the letter, well almost. All in all, Caboose is friendly, engaging, kind, loyal and determined and is easy to become friends with, though he may drive you completely nuts.

Flesh and Blood:
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Forged Connections:

[Δ Beauty With The Booty]

evictus ii
' hot sexy beast 2000'

Besmirched Identity;; Evictus II
Sullied Lineage;; Shire x Friesian x Warmbood x Lusitano x Arabian x Gypsy Vanner x Welsh Cob x Clydesdale
Defiled Sex;; Male
Impure Proportions;; 18hh
Exposed to the Elements for: 6 months [6/24/14]
Grimy Windows: Red
Dirty Exterior: Grey (Black Base) // Chestnut Chimera [EE/Aa/Gg [1/6 chance of throwing chimera]]
Greasy Lace: White Mane with black stripe, dark chestnut/red tail
Smudged Paint: Dapples, white socks
Stained Canvas: *Black stripes on upper front legs that extend around the entire leg. *
Grungy Accessories: --

Smeared Image: 1

Vigor:
--Obscene Thoughts: 90% [OCD, schizophrenia (sees his father and "hears" his voice.)]
--Unclean Body: 97% [Dyschromatopsia - sees in de-saturated tones of color]

Soul: Imperium

Muddy Grotto: Nomad

Polluted Rank: Nomad

Blood in the Dust: coming

Mired Thoughts: Evictus II is very much like his Father before him. But more so. He has the tendency to be very unaware of 'personal space'. If he finds something he likes about that being, he will find a way to see it or get it more often. While he doesn't have the eerie eye color of his sire that seemed to add to the oddity that was Evictus. Instead of being one 'sin', Evictus II seems to be all of the sins, like most everyone has, but sharpened and heightened to varying degrees. His is Wrath, Greed, Lust, Gluttony, Pride, Envy and Sloth. His primary sin is Wrath, taking it from his sister, Banshee. He has the tendency to get angered very easily and doesn't give two shits what someone thinks or does. With this, he is very possessive and protective of things he dubs as 'his'. When angered, he tends to come up with random things to say due to the ferocity of his anger; he cannot usually think straight. While his Father was the sin of Greed, he is VERY greedy in many aspects. While he is not greedy in the way his Father was, he is greedy in his own special way. Greedy as in, he wants to see the emotions of others; he loves to see them cry or get angry at him, he absolutely loves it. Lust is not very strong in him. Evictus II is highly demisexual and isn't attracted to anything really, until he finds that one being that does catch his eye. Once he finds that one, he will be extremely loyal and only interact in many ways, with them. He will not like it when that special someone is around others that he sees as competition. As for Gluttony, he isn't very gluttonous. Now this is something completely reversed when he finds that special someone. He will always want to be in their presence to be sure they are safe and of course to over-consume his time with them. He is VERY prideful. It is very easy to hurt his pride and he will not hesitate to retaliate if it is hurt. He doesn't get all sour about it, he gets pissed and will do whatever he can to heal his wounded pride. He is not very envious and if someone tries to make him jealous, they had better stop before they start because it will not work. As for Sloth, he can be very lazy; given the situation and if he feels he should waste his energy on that singular thing. A lot of this stems from his OCD and in his OCDness, he gets that possessiveness for that one special person he finds. His OCD spans to many other aspects that he has not discovered quite yet. As for his schizophrenia, so far all he hears is one singular voice, which he believes his his sire; he also sees the dapple brute.

Flesh and Blood:
Evictus - Sire
Crown Royale - Dam


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[Δ Beauty With The Booty]

hemorrhage
' analytical, blood-phobic, depressed insomniac.'

Besmirched Identity;; Hemorrhage
Sullied Lineage;; Lustiano x Mustang x Egyptian Arabian
Defiled Sex;; Male
Impure Proportions;; 16.3hh
Exposed to the Elements for: 4 Years
Grimy Windows: R - Orange L - Purple
Dirty Exterior: Gray (Deep Red Chestnut base)
Greasy Lace: White mane with a bit of chestnut in it, where the bloody shoulder marking meets his mane; white tail.
Smudged Paint: Extensive bloody shoulder marking on neck, chest and face; looks like blood splatter; blood colored scar on left shoulder; black stockings.
Stained Canvas: --
Grungy Accessories: --

Smeared Image: 1

Vigor:
--Obscene Thoughts: 85% [Insomnia, Depression, Night Terrors]
--Unclean Body: 100%

Soul: Altus

Muddy Grotto: Nomad

Polluted Rank: Nomad

Blood in the Dust: Hem was the youngest born of all his siblings. He had little choice in his own antics after his birth. Horror made sure of that. Hem would protest, and many a time was injured in the antics, one injury being the scar on his left shoulder that never quite healed completely. He would plead to his parents, which would ignore his pleas. Horror had caused enough trouble, no amount of discipline could quell her insatiable urge for mischief. Hem was forced to deal with it, and found a small amount of solace in Arcane. Hem always tried to bond with Arcane, despite his aloof, violent demeanor. Hem avoided his brother when angered, and found some spare time to spend with his parents. His time with the family was short lived. They were wiped out by an awful plague, members of his family were bleeding from all orifices. Hem was devastated by the traumatizing images. Still forced to relive it in his sleep, he has been a terrible sleeper since their escape from home. Hem trailed closely behind Arcane toward freedom. The only one whom he could find solace in as a youth. Hem grew depressed at the death of their family, and at times still has trouble dealing with day-to-day life.

Mired Thoughts:Hem is extremely different from his older siblings. Instead of reckless obsessions, he's the level-headed voice of reason among the group. Hem is a calculating individual, and quite clever when presented with a situation. He's the type to figure out more than one solution to a problem, and not quick to dive into something without analyzing it. Hem is not alike his siblings either in the idea of the blood obsession. Hem ironically is actually perturbed by blood, and quick to shy away from it. He's ultimately the true shy one of all the siblings. He is also the one most affected by the events of the past.

Hem is still impressionable at his young age, but is equally as bold as Arcane. Though he is skittish around blood, Hem is just as viscous a fighter when it comes to protection. Hem looks to Arcane more frequently for bonding than Horror. Although he's the one usually roped into her schemes, partially out of blackmail, and partially out of concern for her safety. Hem is a very proud individual, and is willing to stand up for the underdog. Though most times he will not fight, he will flee in the sight of true danger.


Flesh and Blood:
Horror - Sister
Arcane - Brother


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[Δ Beauty With The Booty]

angmar the witch king
' sociopathic, 'old' way, criminal.'

Besmirched Identity;; Angmar The Witch King
Sullied Lineage;; Friesian x APH
Defiled Sex;; Male
Impure Proportions;; 16.3hh
Exposed to the Elements for: Sixteen Years
Grimy Windows: Faded Gold with silver, bronze, copper, dark silver and dark green slivers.
Dirty Exterior: Chestnut Frame Overo
Greasy Lace: Chestnut
Smudged Paint: Maximum Frame Overo Bottom Right
Stained Canvas: --
Grungy Accessories: --

Smeared Image: Not Exact

Vigor:
--Obscene Thoughts: 95% [Sociopath]
--Unclean Body: 100%

Soul: Altus

Muddy Grotto: Nomad

Polluted Rank: Nomad

Blood in the Dust: Angmar was born to a mare and stallion who's names are forgotten in time. He barely remembers anything about them. He just knows his mother was a beautiful and lovely chestnut minimal overo mare and his father was a gracious black Friesian stallion. His Father was a guard for the lead of the land, the King. His mother was just a broodmare within the herd. His parents breeding was planned by the King and after many tries, they were finally gifted with Angmar. His Mother was young and feared that he would be a miscarriage. But the older broodmares assured her that the pregnancy was going well. Angmar's sire was not a doting mate, he saw her when he did but never looked out for her. He was very gruff but was not rude by any means. If she sought him out, he would let her, but it was never the other way around.

Late into her pregnancy, she was eating alone when a wolf pack attacked her. She was in sight of the herd and her call for aid brought her mate running, as well as other guards and the King. When they got to her, one wolf was attached to her throat, one to her rear and the other to her shoulder. The others were circling, as the three wolves pulled and yanked, trying to pull her down. They fought and chased the wolves off, but the mare had eventually been brought down. She was so close to giving birth and the fright from the attack sent her into labor. The birth was harsh and the baby was breeched, but she managed to push him out. The colt was not breathing when he came from his mother, but afte coaxing from his Father and Mother, he came to and the rest of his birth was normal. He stood up within the time it normally took and he fed from his mother. Everything was normal.

His sire kept an eye on him and his Mother, from a distance. He didn't want his first child to end up being some predator's meal. He grew up like a normal foal, playing with the other foals and ultimately being completely normal. Before he could be weaned, his Mother was killed by the same wolf pack. This affected him harshly. He had always been a mama's boy and to find his mother maimed and half eaten, hit him very hard. He was not given a shoulder to cry on and was shoved to another broodmare to finish his nursing. He remembers his adoptive mother, her name being Ribelle. And she lived up to her name. Rebel. She did not want to be his nursemaid. She shoved him away many times and he began getting malnourished. His sire noticed this and spoke to the mare, after much discussion, she agreed to nurse him. But what Angmar did not know was that his sire agreed to give the mare a foal of her own.

When he was finally weaned, Ribelle was pregnant, at the time, he did not know it was going to be his sibling. He was immediately thrown into training to be a Guard, like his father. He wanted nothing to do with the training, at all. He wanted to make his own path, but being in the herd he was born into, everything was planned and had to go according to plan or all hell would break loose. Most of his friends were being trained as guards, minus his female friends, who were being shown how it was to be a broodmare. During their training, many of his friends did not make it. They could either not do the work or they fled and were chased down and killed. When Ribelle had her child, she fled with it. Angmar was sent after her; a test of sorts. He chased them down and cornered them in a ravine. Ribelle begged for her life and even told him that the filly was his sister. Being very loyal, Angmar did what he was told and ultimately killed them both. Only after he returned did they tell him, it was indeed his sister he had killed. This shocked the young stallion, but he kept it to himself. Like he did everything else.

At the age of three, he was finally a guard and as tradition, he was paired with a broodmare for that season. He was not particularly excited about this but was even more so when he realized he was paired with his childhood friend, Korm. He refused to mate with her. He wanted her first to be the stallion she actually loved. His best friend, Chester. He was eventually forced to breed her. Apologizing the entire time. That was enough for the stallion. He kept quiet until the foal was born. A son. He was perfectly healthy and a beautiful blue eyed overo. Korm doted over the foal and Angmar admired it from a distance. Because his plan was formulating.

At the age of four, his king was old. At the age of 21, he was no longer the powerful being he once was. Angmar challenged him. The battle was bloody but Angmar came out the victor. His throat was ripped open and he had many gashed, but he survived. He was now the ruling king. His Father was proud of his son and was the first to congratulate him. The first thing he changed, was allowing all to choose their path. And everyone..almost everyone, loved him for it. His first few years as King were filled with turmoil and happy times. He had many challenges and all were defeated. After four years, all finally accepted that he was going no where.

At this time, he realized he needed a Queen. He began looking but none of the mares sparked his interest. During his time of looking, he fathered two more foals, a filly and another colt. By this time, his first son had his first breeding, giving him his first grandchild. A filly. A year later, he was wandering the outskirts, doing his rounds, when he came upon an a young mare. She was of no herd. Which he found strange, but he didn't ponder on it for long. She was a dominant white mare with the palest blue eyes. Her name? Romanticide. She immediately became his queen. Everyone was transfixed by her beauty. The mixed arabian mare was quite a sight. She was kind and gracious and what anyone would ask for in a Queen. But many were skeptical about her. They called her a Witch. She was too good to be true and in turn, they called Angmar, The Witch King. There were many accounts of her using magic in the dark of the night. Many elderly mares said they felt the evil by just being around her. She would whisper softly in Angmar's ear often and many thought she was whispering a spell in his ear. Many rebelled against her being his Queen and he quickly snuffed them out by killing them, which only led to turmoil in his herd. It was mostly quiet but he knew everyone called him The Witch King. The herd said he was bewitched, but he would not let them get to him.

Over the years, she gave him many foals. Along with any other mares that he proved worthy to carry his seed. At 14, he had sired, 21 children. Six of them from his Queen. At this age, she was twelve. It began to get harder for them to get children, but still they tried. She gave him a set of twins in this year. In that same year, a rogue band of stallions came in, late in the night. And raped his Queen, when he was out on his rounds. But they did not stop at her. There was a fight from his Guards but they ultimately raped four mares, including his Queen. When they were escaping, they found him and in a sick twist of fate, they teamed up on him, and raped him as well. He had fought admirably but some of them had distracted him while the other snuck around. He sent out a hunting party for them but after a month, not even the hunting party returned.

He was never the same after that. He barely touched his Queen, even when she birthed the child of rape. She hated the child but he would not allow her to kill it. For it was nearly an exact replica of Romanticide. A year later, Romanticide tried to kill him, in his sleep, but ultimately failed and fled, but he had dealt some damage to her, but it would never compare to the damage on his heart.

After his Queen's leave, more challenges came to his door. He won every one of them, but one challenger would not accept that. He killed Angmar's oldest son, in cold blood. This angered Angmar but he could not find the stallion. The next to die was his very elderly sire, who was pushed into the river and ultimately drowned. Slowly his family was picked off, one by one. No one would tell him who was doing it. They were protecting the killer.

Soon, out of his 23 children, he was left with only Romanticide's bastard child. The spitting image of her. To protect her, he ordered the death of all that conspired with the killer. Which to him, was everyone in the herd. Those few Guards that were loyal to him, performed the order, killing foals and driving the mares into the river. The stallions fought back, but soon his loyal guards were either dead or the opposing stallions were. He had two guards left and four others when the killer made himself known. With the aid of the four stallions, he killed Angmar's two guards and Angmar fled with his the young mare.

A year later, the filly, known as Neverlyn. She has been his traveling partner and thinks of him as nothing but her Father. Together they hope to rebuild their lives in RLTW.

Mired Thoughts: Angmar is a functioning sociopath. He cannot feel love, hate, remorse, happiness, sadness or any emotion. He is completely apathetic towards everything. Though he does have an ambition and that is to bring his line back to greatness. He is extremely family oriented, though he would not care a bit if his family harms each other or is harmed by anyone else, their deaths are their faults, not his. However, he does not like to see his family dwindle to nothing. He is not below doing criminal or sadistic deeds either. He will do them without remorse. He does not care to be called by his most known name, The Witch King. His past is not something he is ashamed of, but something he is definantly not proud of or wants to relive.

To females, he is generally a gentleman, though it is usually a blunt gentleman. If you ask him if you look fat, he will say yes or no, depending on if you are or not. While he is heterosexual, it would have to be quite the female to get him interested; but he would never insult a female right away, he is a respectful male and is the type that would defend a female before he defended a male, in a heart beat. He took well to the 'You never hit a woman' lesson from his parents because he absolutely refuses to fight females, he does not doubt their ability to fight, he just doesn't like to fight them because of what was ingrained into his mind a long time ago. If you need someone to defend a female's honor, it is Angmar.

Angmar is not ashamed of his criminal past either. Being a sociopath, he cannot say he enjoys them or hates them. He just does what is necessary. If someone needs to die because they did something wrong, then they need to die and they will. He has killed, stolen, imprisoned and all other atrocious acts, but he is absolutely against rape. He hates stallions that rape with a passion and will not hesitate to take them out, if at all possible. It is all from his past, the reason he is this way, and he hopes to save others from it.

Angmar is an analyst, someone who can make rational decisions about everything. He doesn't like to be left out in the open, but would rather have multiple plans that can get him and anyone else out of danger before the danger even happens. He does not like to be in the situations after that could have gone better. In the right situation, he can be an anti-hero. If he deems it worthy of his time, he will help someone out, even though he did not ask for it, at all. In his past, he was a leader that could do anything anyone threw at him. He smiled and laughed and was generally a kind soul, but now he would rather stay away from the limelight and keep to himself, an introvert if you may. He would rather be by himself and he only looks after himself, no one else is important. He may be a very loyal individual and stand up for a cause if he finds it just, but one would have to seek him out. He is a introverted rogue hermit and is damn proud of it.


Flesh and Blood:


Forged Connections:

[Δ Beauty With The Booty]

zeran
' loyal guardian and love sick fool'

Besmirched Identity;; Zeran
Sullied Lineage;; Warmblood x Friesian x American Paint
Defiled Sex;; Stallion
Impure Proportions;; 17.2hh
Exposed to the Elements for: 5 Years
Grimy Windows: Ice Blue
Dirty Exterior: Silver Buckskin Roan Splash
Greasy Lace: Black with brown tips
Smudged Paint: 4 white stockings, bald face, stip on lips
Stained Canvas:
Grungy Accessories:

Smeared Image:

Vigor:
--Obscene Thoughts: 100%
--Unclean Body: 100%

Soul: Altus

Muddy Grotto: Nomad

Polluted Rank: Nomad

Blood in the Dust: Zeran was born into a large harem, his father Skerion the ruler of them all. He was not an evil king but he was not the most gentle soul either his harem respected him and that was all that truly mattered. Zeran was not the queen Vestas son so he was not given the title as prince of the lands. His mother Selene was a sort of lady in waiting type of mare. She was never good enough to be his queen, but vesta's inability to produce him a son was what kept Selene in his favor. Selene often dreamed of being free from the position that she had held for most of her life and she held a bitter distaste for the queen. Zeran watched the same story play out countless times over his childhood. He was not good enough to be the prince his father so desperately strived to have some day.

Zeran could not stand the way his father treated his mother, but he knew that there was nothing that he could do to change her fate. Zeran did not care about the title that all his siblings dreamed of sinking their teeth into and never letting it slip away. They were all fools bending to Skerions every whim and trying so depserately to please him. The young brute continued to grow more and more each day distancing himself from his father and truly wishing to be free from him. The months passed and turned into years, the time had come for the bronc to pick a mate as all the others had done. Zeran could not develop a taste for any of the ones that had been chosen for him. They all tried their best to please him and make him love them, but the brute felt nothing and turned them all away.

The prince knew that he could have them all, but he did not desire them in that way, Many viewed him as a cold heartless bastard for not desiring them. He did not wish to remain with them, he did not want to be his father. The young brute had grown to hate his father for thinking that he was never good enough. Zeran would show the brute that he was, but by then it would be too late to take back his mistake. The queen had grown older, still unable to provide Skerion the heir he still desired. He could not stand it any longer and pushed the queen from his side striping her title right from under her.

Zeran bubbled with anger when his mother accepted the title, his mother was no better then the rest of them. Skerion left his precious throne in search of Zeran to provide the brute the position that should have been his all along. When the king found himself and explained himself Zeran could only laugh in his fathers face. "Now I'm good enough? No father i dont want the pathetic title, i wont roll over like mother." He snorted and knew that his days with them was slowly ticking away. His father was enraged with his son for laughing at him, Zeran was the only one that defied him.

The prince grew even more tired of them and was plotting the best way to rid himself of them. He knew he could leave, but that would leave them with the advantage of simply letting them run him off. The days continued to pass by him until one day something ... different moved through his home and he couldnt help but find himself interested and wanting to know more about the strange creature. He was cautious at first, but the minx... her beauty was so much more then the ones that had tried to win him over. She looked broken and lost, her heart not whole... it was as if someone had ripped her heart out.

She was oh so very different, she was not normal or plain... how could anyone hurt her? He questioned but without knowing anything about her he was at a loss and wanted to know why this happened to her. He moved closer, making sure to still give her the space he knew she needed. She was hesitant at first to tell him anything or even talk to him. The distance, the very idea that she was not just drooling over him and trying to make him her own about drove him insane. The mare eventually told him her story after they had known each other for a few days.

Zeran for the first time in his entire life felt jealous of the brute that had done this to her and wished to make him pay for his mistake. Zeran attempted to win the minx over, he could not heal her heartbreak and decided to do his best to remain her friend and he could only hope to win her over eventually. Days turned to weeks and weeks to months and the spotted minx known as siren could not remain with him. She informed him that she would be returning home, the ebonite bronc did not want to let her go and it was a reason to finally be free of his family.

He joined her keeping her company as she traveled back to her homelands.He wondered why she wanted to return if thats where she had been when he broke her. Z ached for her to love him to want him the way she wanted the other bronc. He hopes that with time she would.. he followed her learning more and more about her as they wandered dangerously close to her home. The equine were strange here, but he did not mind them he only wanted to be near her. They returned to her grandmothers home, she was a queen? The mare was beautiful too and mostly wise. she greeted him wholeheartedly welcoming him to stay. Siren's father Aves was a little different... he did not care too much for z and he knew it instantly. The young brute did everything he could to stay on the bronc's good side.

The brute eventually grew to like Z. Time passed and he could feel siren changing as if she was slowly beginning to love him... but that quickly faded when... the one who had broken her heart returned. She was a little bitter but quickly turned to putty as she watched him. Z ached and wished to make the brute pay but he knew that it would hurt siren so he bit his tongue. The brute soon vanished again with another minx at his side and Z found himself picking up the pieces once again. He hopes that she will love him .. one day. Some time after this, Aves left with nearly his whole family, but Siren wanted to stay and so Zeran stayed with her. Before this he had learned that she had quads from Aeolus, this was not a shock, he had learned to give the two space when they needed it, he did not like to be thought of as 'clingy'. Not long after, she became pregnant with his children and it was the happiest moment in his entire life. He began wondering if she was finally falling in love with him. They stayed a few more months, letting her give birth to their twins and then they both left, leaving Siren's half sister, Daenerys, behind. He stayed with her for a long time but one day they managed to get separated and he searched for her endlessly. Months after not being able to find her, he moved back to RLTW, where he hopes to find her again and his twins.

Mired Thoughts: Zeran is an extremely loyal individual, nobility running rabid inside of him. He does not desire true power knowing that it only changes you once you grasp it. Zeran will fight for something that he believes in and refuses to let anyone that he cares for down. He fears not being good enough for anyone, but at the same time knows that his time will come. He is an excellent listener and does his best to help those he loves heal. He does not care too much for children, but knows he would make a much better father then his own father had been.

The brute is not always sweet he does have a wicked side that not many get to see. He can be extremely jealous if there is something that he wants and someone else has it. Zeran is hard headed and refuses to give up easily. He will not say that he did not go down fighting. He has dealt with more then most and refuses to let small things stand in his way. He is silent watching others in a way judging and knowing that he will be better then them in the long run. Zeran does have a slight blood lust, but fights it off extremely well. He walks a very fine line to keep the things that he wants knowing that eventually what he desires will be his and only his.


Flesh and Blood:
Masquerade - Daughter[xSiren]
Martyrdom - Son[xSiren]


Forged Connections:

[Δ Beauty With The Booty]

tobirama
' precious, fluffy, sass-ball of sass.'

Besmirched Identity;; Tobirama
Sullied Lineage;; Andalusian
Defiled Sex;; Male
Impure Proportions;; 16hh
Exposed to the Elements for: 8 years
Grimy Windows: Pale Red
Dirty Exterior: Dapple Gray (Blue Roan Base)
Greasy Lace: White
Smudged Paint: Dapples
Stained Canvas: Pale red stripes on both cheeks and center of face, dark blue dorsal stripe with 2 dark blue stripe on each side of rump
Grungy Accessories: fur growth on shoulders and up over withers, cloven hooves

Smeared Image: 1

Vigor:
--Obscene Thoughts: 100%
--Unclean Body: 100%

Soul: Altus

Muddy Grotto: Nomad

Polluted Rank: Nomad

Blood in the Dust: In a time of war between two major herds, there was a stallion named Butsuma and he had four sons. Hashirama, Itama, Kawarama and Tobirama. Tobirama was the odd one out. He was the second born son to the herd leader, in the middle of a war between his herd and another. He had to grow up fast, having no time for playing and developing like a normal child should. He was forced to fight, for the lack of able bodies in his herd. He and his brothers were constantly surrounded by battles and one of these battles ended his youngest brother's life. Tobirama never was one to show too much emotion during his childhood, especially around their highly stressed sire. When his brother would turn around and show emotion easily. This often resulted in Tobi defending his brother, saying he was "depressed" and wasn't in his right mind. This made their father relent, countless times, much to Tobi's relief. He and his remaining brothers were not like normal children, many children saw the war as honorable and 'awesome' and looked forward to fighting, while these three just wanted peace. They often spoke in private of ways to obtain such a thing, Tobirama himself advocating a set of laws to follow, to maintain peace.

Sometime later his other youngest brother died as well. Killed before he was even a year old. Around this time, very shortly after the death of his brother, his father told him to find his other brother, only to find he was meeting with a colt from the enemy herd. This led to an altercation between the two respective colts and their fathers. Tobirama, his brother and father squared off with three of the other herd. Both parties clashed but the fight was ended quickly before anything could happen. For years the herd battled on, Tobirama eventually killing the younger brother of the enemy member that his brother had become friends with. Sometime after this, the fighting died down. And for a year there was a stale mate. During this time, Tobi was arranged to become the mate to a young mare. He wanted nothing to do with her and wasn't up for being in any sort of relationship. It wasn't that he wasn't per say, attracted, to the female in any way, he just didn't want to have more emotional ties during a war. The possibility of him dying was too great and he did not want to put her through that emotional rollercoaster. Showing the first signs of his selflessness, though it looked more like rudeness in the eyes of the others, and defiance.

About a month later, the battles started up again, and many of his herd died. Almost completely wiping them out. But after a rather big battle, that left himself near death, his last brother defeated his friend from the other herd and peace was declared. Soon the two herd merged, making it impossible for another war to branch out as easily as the first. Soon the friend of his brother left, and everything evened out. About two years later, Tobirama decided to explore the world a bit and with a promise to return, he left his herd.

Mired Thoughts: Tobirama has always been a very stoic and composed individual with a logical and pragmatic approach to life. He took a rational and practical view to many things. While he was very obedient to his father, he was also very loyal to everyone within his herd, but this did not cloud his judgement of others. He was very good at giving others the benefit of the doubt and was renowned for his negotiation skills. He is not known for being a selfish being and shows upmost loyalty to his herd and family. If they are under his watchful eye, little to no harm will come to them. This makes him highly protective and he will even go as far as sacrificing himself if needed. In battle, his commonly used tactic was to capitalize on the moment his opponent thinks they have won the battle to strike with a counter-attack. Tobirama is also a very strong-spirited, and passionate individual. While he is composed and stoic, he has been known to show emotion, mostly irritation and anger. But he is also known to show a bit of spunk. While he isn't known for smiling much, he is very much a jokster and isn't against poking fun at someone, but only those he is very close to. If he does not know you, he will just give you a very formal greeting.

As you can probably tell by now, Tobirama is very much a realist and tells what is up and how it's going to go down in the aspect of how similar things have gone in the past. He bases his opinions and advice on factual evidence and even things from his own experiences. At the same time, he is very analytical and tries to think of the best ways to get out of situations that have the least casualties, even going as far as to sacrifice himself. Making him a very selfless being. Being a logic-based personality type, he followed the rules to the letter and made sure those around him did as well, and if they weren't followed, there were repercussions. He is a very assertive, directive and authoritative figure. Anyone that is exuberant and an idealist, he calls and idiot and that they are too soft, namely his brother. Tobirama also tends to be quite..."sassy". He is very protective of his ideals and such and will not hesitate to sass anyone that needs it.

Tobirama is very pragmatic, this shows through his love and trust in his herd and family, because that is how it should be, one should love their family and protect them, and that is, to him, a rule that can never be broken. In battle his is quite a fearsome and brutal fighter, taking advantage of any lapse in defense of his enemies, crudely and calculatingly attacking them at moments they were vulnerable.

Flesh and Blood:


Forged Connections:

[Δ Beauty With The Booty]

madara
' war loving, all shall fear me, asshole'

Besmirched Identity;; Madara (meaning spotted/speckled)
Sullied Lineage;; Friesian
Defiled Sex;; Male
Impure Proportions;; 18hh
Exposed to the Elements for: 12 years
Grimy Windows: Like so Deep red
Dirty Exterior: Dark Red-ish Black (Black)
Greasy Lace: Dark black/gray that fades to one shade lighter. (very unruly and spiky. Just really crazy and unkempt.)
Smudged Paint: --
Stained Canvas: Black Face, Three stripes on neck, shoulder stripe. High black sock on left front leg and right back leg.
Grungy Accessories: -

Smeared Image: 1

Vigor:
--Obscene Thoughts: 90% (God complex, bipolar)
--Unclean Body: 100%

Soul: Imperium

Muddy Grotto: Nomad

Polluted Rank: Nomad

Blood in the Dust: Madara was born during a war between two great herds, he was the eldest of five sons. He and his brothers grew up on the battlefield waging constant war with the enemies of his herd. Three of his brothers died young, leaving Madara with only his younger brother, Izuna. Madara and Izuna became very close through their shared loss and constantly competed with each other to get stronger. With this constant training, he was labeled a genius among his herd members for bringing down full grown stallions in battle when he was only a year old.

During his infrequent downtime, Madara met a colt his own age named Hashirama. The two quickly developed a friendly rivalry, jumping a log or seeing who could piss the farthest. Like Madara, Hashirama was also a young colt forced to fight who had lost brothers on the battlefield. Together they imagined a world where children like themselves wouldn't need to fight. As a precaution, Madara and Hashirama did not divulge their herd, but nevertheless discovered each other's identities and discovered that they were from enemy herds and it was their duty to kill each other, even if they were friends. Needing to choose between his family and his dreams of peace, Madara chose to end his friendship so he would have no reservations over killing him in the future.

Over the following years Madara and Hashirama continued to meet in combat. Madara could never defeat him and Hashirama could never bring himself to kill someone he still considered a friend. In time, both became leaders of their respective herds. Peace was attempted, by his friend, and even though some of his herd members found it tempting, Madara refused, especially after the death of his brother. Rather than kill Madara to bring the era of war to an end, Hashirama offered to kill himself if it would stop the fighting. Madara was moved by Hashirama's gesture and finally assented to peace.

The two herds came together, creating one large herd, where children would never need to die in battle. Madara rekindled his friendship with Hashirama, but Madara's idea of peace differed from Hashirama's: where Hashirama envisioned cooperation with the other newly-formed villages, Madara desired control so the peace could never be lost. He tried to tell his family and Hashirama of the fact that this 'peace' would not work, it was a failed experiment. None would listen to him. Madara chose to abandon the herd, returning to attack and challenge Hashirama. They fought until neither could even lift their heads off the ground and Madara was said to be dead.

News of Madara's death spread fast and his corpse was secretly hidden to keep anyone from finding it and profiting from it. But Madara had planned ahead: he had scheduled a secret being to steal his body away and leave a double behind.

Mired Thoughts: Madara is a perfectionist that kept at something until he mastered it, and his triumphs on the battlefield made him self-assured, confident and proud in his abilities and talent. Whenever one of these personality traits was challenged, Madara's competitive streak would emerge. He believed that the only way to survive in the world was to make allies with one's enemies. His actions and beliefs were singularly focused on protecting, his younger and only surviving brother. So long as he had Izuna, Madara was reasonable and kind, willing to make concessions for a perceived greater good. His herd was known for succumbing to hate very easily, it was as if it came in the blood, like genetics. Madara, unlike his brother, had not succumbed to it in his earlier years, due to his friendship with an outsider.

Madara changed after Izuna's death, becoming bitter towards all outsiders, particularly his friend since he still had a brother. He succumbed to the 'Curse of Hatred' and he opted to die for revenge rather than compromise or forgive. Although he was briefly convinced to set aside his grief and try to replace Izuna with the collective family of a new herd, a herd formed for overall piece between the two warring herds, he could never shake the feeling that he was betraying Izuna's memory. The increasing isolation of himself from important meetings ultimately convinced him of this, causing him to fully break with any other attachments.

Madara always did what he thought was best for the herd and his family, but instead of a kind, compassionate approach, like his friend, Madara took a more merciless and ruthless approach. Madara is known to show compassion too, regularly having a kind and gentle look in his eyes instead of his usual hostile look when he was with the herd and away from hostile environments. Soon after he left from the herd, Madara's priorities became centered around himself, manipulating countless others in order to satisfy his own goals and putting in place multiple layers of contingencies so that nobody could ever diverge from his own intentions. As he valued only power and possessed so much of it, Madara therefore disliked to waste it on unworthy causes or unchallenging opponents, claiming disgust when he was forced to.

Madara loves fighting above all else: the sights, the sounds, even the taste of his own blood. Yet he was very disciplined, calm and focused in a fight, never allowing his failed plans or attacks to upset him, never letting superior numbers or power intimidate him, and always willing to do whatever must be done to gain victory, even if he must "lower" himself with unbecoming tactics or excess displays. This made him versatile in combat, ever willing and able to change tactics and exploit advantages. He was perfectly aware of his talents and did not feign modesty, bluntly stating when he was stronger than his opponents and belittling them when they continued to defy him. Conversely, if he was proven wrong or somebody posed a legitimate challenge to him, he would admit it, apologize for previous remarks if necessary, and if he gained the upper hand, he would not drag out his opponent's suffering. In his later years, Madara became pessimistic about the nature of equines, believing the cycle of battle to be inescapable. He also came to believe that life and the world are incapable of changing from what they were in the past. He believed the current, "worthless" reality, was built too much on the idea of winning and losing.


Flesh and Blood:
Izuna - brother

Forged Connections:
Hashirama - best friend and rival

[Δ Beauty With The Booty]

omenology
' descriptive one-liner.'

Besmirched Identity;; Omenology
Sullied Lineage;; Tiger Horse x Carthusian x Irish Sports Horse x Cleveland Bay x American Quarter Horse x Brazilian Sport Horse x Australian Stock Horse x Hackney Horse x French Trotter x Konik x Lippizan x Lusitano x Morgan x Paso Fino x Marwari x Warlander x Rocky Mountain x Romanian Sport Horse x Russian Trotter x Russian Don x Sella Italiano x Standardbred x anglo arabian x Vladamir Heavy Draft x Warmblood x Trakehner x Spanish Mustang
Defiled Sex;; Female
Impure Proportions;; 18hh
Exposed to the Elements for: Newborn
Grimy Windows: Silver
Dirty Exterior: Silver Black [EE/aa/nZ]
Greasy Lace: Flaxen mane and tail fading to blood red at ends.
Smudged Paint: Brindles a few shades lighter than pelt
Stained Canvas: Blood red rictus marking
Grungy Accessories: Eyes faintly glow in the dark, brindles glow a faint red but is barely visible in the light, more so at night. Rictus grin marking glows as well. Veins are bioluminescent (red) but only around the eyes, nose/mouth, ears, down the front of the neck and around joints. Snake-like pupil.

Smeared Image:

Vigor:
--Obscene Thoughts: 90% [Impulse Control Disorder]
--Unclean Body: 100%

Soul: Syndicate

Muddy Grotto: Reach

Polluted Rank: Pupil

Blood in the Dust: --

Mired Thoughts: --


Flesh and Blood:
Dietrich - Father
Ktenology - Mother
Thanatology - Sister
Eschatology - Sister
Spike - Brother
Thorn - Sister
Sorrow - Sister
Misery - Sister
Pain - Brother

Forged Connections:
The Meta - Uncle
Harkness - Uncle
Satanael - Cousin
Cyclone - Cousin
Vittoria - Cousin
Condannare - Cousin
Witchcrypt - Aunt

[Δ Beauty With The Booty]

mephala the webspinner
' descriptive one-liner.'

Besmirched Identity;; Mephala
Sullied Lineage;; Lusitano X Brabant X Friesian X Irish draught X Shire X Clydesdale X Percheron X Suffolk X Rhenish German Draft x Friesian x Gypsy Vanner x Anglo Arabian x Akhal teke
Defiled Sex;; Female
Impure Proportions;; 17hh
Exposed to the Elements for: 4 Years
Grimy Windows: Blue with red specks
Dirty Exterior: Gray (Buckskin) [Ee/Aa/nCr/Gg]
Greasy Lace: Dark brown fading to light brown
Smudged Paint: Bloody shoulder; Buckskin brindling over entire body(doesn't fade as they grey out); Bald face; Black stockings; Black muzzle and around the eyes
Stained Canvas: --
Grungy Accessories: --

Smeared Image: 1

Vigor:
--Obscene Thoughts: 90% [Narcissist]
--Unclean Body: 100%

Soul: Imperium

Muddy Grotto: Cocytus

Polluted Rank: Hellspawn

Blood in the Dust: Mephala was born to Kvatch and Witchcrypt, along with her twin sister, The Bride. Her sister knew her place in the world from the very start, but Mephala wanted nothing to do with that life. She just wanted to be left on her own. From a young age she showed a fascination with spiders. Particularly Black Widows. She has always been the adventurous type and was never one to stay at her mother's side, unlike her sister. She stayed outside, travelling the lands with Abyss and they easily became silent companions. She has yet to roam the other lands of RLTW but her curiosity is slowly taking over.

Mired Thoughts: Mephala isn't exactly a cruel individual, she just loves making others suffer, but in her own way. The young mare doesn't know she is making others suffer, no matter what degree of suffering. She thinks it all a game, a game that the victim is enjoying as well. In a way, she will always be a naïve child. Doing things that are wrong without realizing they are wrong. But a child can be taught what is right and what is wrong, Mephala however, cannot. She seems to be deaf to advice, keeping to herself and spinning her lies and deceit to destroy the lives of those around her.


Flesh and Blood:
Witchcrypt - Mother
Kvatch - Sire
The Bride - Twin sister
Witched - Sister
Maleficent - sister
Satanael - brother
Cyclone - brother
The Risen - brother
Eschatology - sister


Forged Connections: