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Post by » Devious Dizzy on Feb 12, 2009 9:44:13 GMT -5
Name: Alex
Age: 4
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Mustang x Oldenburg x Holstein x Andalusian
Color: White
Markings: No markings, but a few scars here and there.
Alliance: Dark
Foals: None
Personality: Alex is a psychopathic, violent boy. Beating, murdering, you name it... He has a lack of empathy for those he harms, he enjoys watching others suffer. He's cocky and has a sharp tongue and will not stand for others trying to make him out to be a fool or boss him around. He's crafty, unstable and could quite possibly turn on you at any given second. Surprisingly, however, he can put on an innocent exterior to lure others in and gain their trust. He has a way with words and a way with acting innocent that makes others think he is quite possibly harmless, but that is of course, not at all the case. If he takes a liking to you he'll do no harm to you, though if he wants something he expects to get it and won't stop at anything until he does. He can be riled easily to you 'ought to be wise and not get on his bad side, as it really won't be all that pleasant.
History: Born to a small, loving family. He was an only child to his parents who wanted the best for their son, unaware of his slowly developing demonic ways as he grew older, at night he'd venture from his home and entertain himself by attacking the more innocent folk who lived close by. He became leader of small gang and had fun ordering them around and organizing chaos with them. Eventually he ditched his gang, deeming them untrustworthy before moving away with his parents who, at the age of three he gladly left. He was free to do as he wished and was soon up to his demonly ways once again, eventually this brought him to MA where he soon began his search something, anything to do and feed his demonic urges.
Sample Post: What'll be this time? An unexpected attack on one of the innocent... rape perhaps or murder? You're biding your time it seems, night has already drawn in and yet no chaos has been devised. You're alone now, having ditched your 'untrustworthy' gang. So, what're you going to do with your nights alone? Before it'd been much easier to carry out your evil plans and throw the blame carelessly at your gang. But no, its a little different now... Looky here then, an innocent victim, a blubbering, sobbing fool, he looks older than you, taller, a much bigger build than your own, surely you're not going to pick a fight? Oh, well, looks as though I'm wrong... "Fool," you curse under your breathe with that deep, scatching voice of yours as you drew closer, walking closer, almost slinking, much like an cat stalking after its prey. The older male lifted his low hung head, turned swiftly in one motion and stared at the approaching physcopath. "Who're you? What d'you want?" came his brittle, almost choked voice, the tear stains down his face glinting in the moonlight were at this point, quite hard to miss. A cruel smirk tugged at the corners of the other male's mouth, he didn't respond to that question, instead he lunged, suddenly... suddenly hooves collided with flesh, tearing the innocent victim's throat it seemed, blood splattered the physcopath's white coat... the innocent victim slumped to the ground, coughing and spluttering, his eyes wide and fearful, "my daughter... she died the same way..." he croaked before he took his last breathe, his eyes rolling in their sockets before closing slowly. Only now did it become clear why the victim had been in such a mournful state, though the murdering, young male showed no empathy, he merely cooed, "pity, such a pity," before he swung round, glancing here and there. The coast was clear, all was good... he ducked his head and danced off into the night, as the shadows swallowed him a small cackling sound was sounded... and then there was silence, deadly silence and the now dead victim lay bleeding upon the cold, hard ground...
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I'll have one soon ;3
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