Fetty's Little Army Of Minions

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Name:

Angelique

Breed: Hackney horse

Gender:

Female

Height: 15.2 HH

Age: 3

Color:Base color: Silver Black (translucent)

Markings:

Two light brown front socks her organs also glow giving her this orange appearance. Skeleton being visible beneath her skin

Mane & Tail:

Light brown

Eyes:

Glowing Brown

Health:

--Mental: 100%

--Physical: 100%

Allegiance: Q A L E T A Q A

Rank: N/A


History: She doesn't have a tragic history. She was raised by two parents whom loved her dearly. The had shown nothing but love to her growing up. She's never witnessed fighting nor arguing. However once she reached the age of three she branched out on her own. As far as she knows her parents became missing. She does not know exactly hat happened but the tales she's heard was they were brutally murdered. While she was on her own she became a rather trusting soul, until the day she was raped. That ruined her trust for others. Now she fears every other living breathing creature. Thinking that the past will replay itself.





Personality: Angelique is a rather caring individual. She holds a deep sorrow for those whom are considered depressed. She also doesn't believe in alliance (Dark nor light) She believes that everyone has a soul, and if she could she would save them all. Now she is a bit paranoid at first always fearing the worst and she is also considered a runner not a fighter. However if she does get close to another living soul she would also risk her life to protect that individual, she is extremely loyal. However you would have to be special to get to that level. This mare quite literally does not have a mean bone in her body.

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Name: Xenios Breed: Quarter Horse X Thoroughbred Gender: Stallion Height: 17 HH Age: 6 Color: Perlino Markings: Black tear stain markings around both eyes and running down cheekbones Mane & Tail: Perlino Eyes: Light blue Health: --Mental: 100% --Physical:100 % Allegiance: SYNDICATE Rank-N/A History: Xenios does not have a very lengthy history. He was a product of rape, his mother often referred to his father as satan (when he was younger). Now see, his father he was a shadowy creature. Always lurking in the unseen, he watched young Xenios while he grew to become a rather remarkable youngster. And every now and again Xenios did spot him but they never spoke.Nor did he mention anything to his mother. Once he was old enough to no longer need the nutrients provided by his mother, well the shadowy figure known as 'Satan' paid them a visit in their slumber.Xenios stood and watched as the massive brute caught his dame by surprise. He watched the blood splatter every which way and he remembers the cries of help that she screamed. To this day it echoes through his drums.. But he was to in schock to do anything. Now from this point his father took him under his wing. Sculpting him to become his protige. Little did he know this plan would turn against him in the future. Now Xenios was a soul witness watching this male he learned to call 'father' rape other mindless victims. And Xenios did recieve a sickening thrill just watching the little play unfold. Sick, yes. But now, this is when he learned a very valuable lesson in life... Females were simply put on this earth for our own guilty pleasures. Nothing more. Now see, as time passed by.. He soon grew bored with his dad.. He no longer served a purpose to him, Xenios had learned everything he possibly could from the worthless sperm donor and so while the old man least expected it Xenios emerged from the shadows. Taking his life after a gruesome battle that did leave the brujo with a lengthy scar going clear down his chest. However the taste of copper still lingers upon his taste buds... ..And then led him here.... Personality: Xenios is a rather cocky fellow, one of those ones that thinks he's the cats meow. However he does have a few screws lose. Now no, he is not insane. But his imagination does tend to go a little ramped and when he gets this sick urges then he does full fill them. He can be a rather loyal subject if he gets the same loyalty in return. He's also very revengeful, and sure can hold a grudge. As they say, vengence is best served on a silver platter. He's certainly classified under a man whore. And to top it all off he's sexist. He does not believe the opposite sex could amount to anything that serves a useful purpose.

[fetisha]

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Name: Macarism



Breed: Gypsy Vanner x Spanish Mustang x APH x Arabian x Shire x Mustang x Andalusian x Danish Warmblood x Percheron x Thoroughbred x Quarter Horse

Gender: Colt

Height: 16.3hh

Color: Smoky Creme Dun

Mane & Tail: Roots of the mane are red, hairs are red halfway through the mane and tail, then fading to a perlino colour

Markings: Black Badger Face (Markings are black instead of the white badger face)

*Deformities*: Bone like structures protrude from the withers, starting as only 1/4 in at birth. The bone-like structure will continue to grow until the age of 4, curving forward and slightly resembling the tusks of an elephant. Although much thinner, and closer to the body.

Eyes: Indigo

Health:

--Mental: 95 % (Nymphomanic tendencies)

--Physical:100 %



Genetics:

EE/aa/CrCr/dd





Birthdate:

11/24/14



Allegiance: Altus



Rank: N/A





History: Not old enough to have one xD









Personality: Still developing

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[fetisha]

If I'm garbage, then you're a bunch of maggots!

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Name:Fetisha

Breed: American Quarter Horse

Gender:Mare

Height: 15.3 Hands

Age: 6 years

Color: Dapple Grey with a black Base

Markings: Dapple Markings

Deformities: Wings

Mane & Tail: Both are a mixture of light and dark grey

Eyes: Left is coal black, right is A clouded over light blue.

Health:

--Mental: 70% schizophrenia, Bipolar

--Physical: 85% She is completely blind in her right eye, also has a old not properly healed injury on her back left leg which gives her a horrible limp

Allegiance: Imperium

History: Fetisha dear was your typical sob story, a miserable product of rape thrown off to the side for the scavengers to feast on. Now you see, her mother knew from the instant she saw the wretched little gal that she was of no good. Her soul was already polluted by the devil himself. The wicked blood coursed through her tiny little veins... But her mother was to soft hearted to crush Fetty's tiny little skull.. No she couldn't do it. And so she simply left her there in the fields in which she gave birth....

But you see, a passer by felt sorry for the small gray winged infant. See, this passer by she saw hope in the scrawny bony little thing.. Little did the dame know, she was to make the greatest mistake of her life.. She took it upon herself to raise Fetisha, to take her into her home and nourish her the way anyone with a paternal instinct would do.

As Fetisha grew older, the voices kicked in, they mocked her. Tormented her in her sleep, soon enough the insomia had kicked in, days turned into weeks. The tiredness, it caused what any form of lack of sleep would do.. She saw things, things that were not there. They whispered to her, they told her to do things, dreadful things. The voices they made her cringe. They whispered in her ears from every which way. They begged her to take the life of the one she called mom.. No she didn't want to at first, she begged them to leave her go... But they taunted her, they told her she had no back bone, that she couldn't do it.. But she could!



And one night while her 'mother' lay in the depths of the cave, resting her weary head... Fetisha, she came from the shadows, she saw that dark figure looming over her mothers sleeping canvas, its glowing red eyed peering down to her... 'It is time' The voice hissed in her Auds, and That is when the darkened clouds loomed over that terrain... Dappled canvas emerged from the shadows, and just as she had reared up, those blackened wings spread wide, her mothers eyes flashed open, looking at her in the most pleading of manners... Fetisha would never forget the look that she saw, the fear, the pain, it all collided with her hooves... Her cracked feet falling hard upon that thick cranium, the sounds of crunching and bones crackling beneath her weight gave her a thrill.. A feeling of adrenaline. The crimson blood oozed from the now empty sockets, the mouth still agape.. The deed had been done.. She could hear those voices giggling and cackling.. And she too began to giggle at the lifeless sight.



And now, this place is where her appendages brought her... Looking for a new chapter in her life.



Personality: Fetisha is a sick and twisted wreck, she is never to be trusted even by the 'closest' of her pals. She could turn on anyone in mere seconds.. Oh but its not her fault! No no it isn't! She doesn't mean to do such cruel and uncanny things. It's them, they are the reason.. Those voices that only seem to dance within her thoughts.. You see they beg her to do evil things, that those of a normal stature would never even consider. And due to her lack of sleep she does suffer from hallucinations. Now they don't occur all the time, but every now and again she does see those dark shadows watching her, they just wont leave! Insomnia certainly has gotten the best of this once pretty little gal. The lack of sleep causing her to look far more older than what she really is. And she doesn't really seem to mask herself all that well to say the least.



* Picture: She's not all that tall, 15.3 hands high is all she is however she is bound by a rather muscular frame, something that you would commonly find in a standard quarter horse. However her flesh is a bit tattered and torn, due from confrontations with others and self mutilation. In some parts the skin is barely hanging there, mainly on her chest where her own mouth can reach. She has scars that cover her etire thunderstorm hued canvas. And one of the mane ones is the one that goes over her right eye. (Resembling scar from Lion king although a bit longer) due to the wound that was inflicted upon that eye she is forever blinded. Petruding from her spinal cord is a set of raven black feathered wings, massive at the sight. And at the tips are two horn like features, which really can't be used for much of anything. She suffers from an old injury on her left hind leg, that forces her to walk with a limp which does get worse in the colder seasons. Her mane and tail in a micture of light and dark gray strands that tangle into one another mocking the apperance of dreadlocks due to not taking care of her physical appearance. Her left eye black as black can get, empty of any sign of life. Although she is only six years of age she looks far beyond that. A mangled mess. One with a sense of imagination could vision her as a beautiful thing before the insanity hit.


Wing Information- Her feathers are black (Wings resemble that of a hawks almost, just black in color. She has two bone like spurs on the tips of them, the length of her wings are around 10 Ft

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