Post by elemental on Mar 18, 2008 16:48:32 GMT -7
Character Name: Amonstro
Gender: Stallion
Alliance: Horse
Height: 15.3
Description: Amostro is medium built. He has no amazing talents in speed strength or endurance, it is all evenly dispersed. He hasn't the long slender pillars to carry his body with any speed. Or have the extra muscle to defend him in a battle. But he is exceptionally well balanced in each proportion. His dial is not to large, nor pillars to lanky for his bodice, with amazing complexion of a deep crimson. As though his hide is always damp. And his optics are colored a deep mahogany, almost blending in with his bland crimson color. But only the whites in his eyes make the intellectual optics stand out. Amonstro’s tassel claimed the ebony brand. This deep shaded hairs made him as the color 'bay' or so the humans would say. But he was a dark bay with show quality genes, and no ivory to be seen on him. All one color with no definite color change other then his tassel. There is one simple flaw in his overall appearance. Upon his left hind quarter a long deep scar lay upon his rump. But there was no major history behind its appearance. Only a fight Amonstro thought he could handle. But ended up with a lame leg for about a month. But his fierce determination kept him going. And bear through the pain.
((if allowed.. for the whole illness thing))
Wait amongst the oddities a new brute could handle. Amonstro had been infected with this illness. And lucky for him it only damaged his tassel. It was a very painful change though. The skin at the base of his tail separated, it peeled away from the bone. To try and reject the mutation in the genes that this illness had caused. But as the illness won. It took over the tassels growth. And had the skin stretch down over the hairs. But as the mutation wore off. He had about 7 inches left to be totally enveloped with the new skin. But the skin died. And now it’s almost as if he has a lion’s tail. It was very scared skin from the excess damage and rehealing. But it is a prominent defect. He no longer has his elegant tassels.
OOC sorry ever been good at describing color, or any physical traits at that >.<
Personality:
Gender: Stallion
Alliance: Horse
Height: 15.3
Description: Amostro is medium built. He has no amazing talents in speed strength or endurance, it is all evenly dispersed. He hasn't the long slender pillars to carry his body with any speed. Or have the extra muscle to defend him in a battle. But he is exceptionally well balanced in each proportion. His dial is not to large, nor pillars to lanky for his bodice, with amazing complexion of a deep crimson. As though his hide is always damp. And his optics are colored a deep mahogany, almost blending in with his bland crimson color. But only the whites in his eyes make the intellectual optics stand out. Amonstro’s tassel claimed the ebony brand. This deep shaded hairs made him as the color 'bay' or so the humans would say. But he was a dark bay with show quality genes, and no ivory to be seen on him. All one color with no definite color change other then his tassel. There is one simple flaw in his overall appearance. Upon his left hind quarter a long deep scar lay upon his rump. But there was no major history behind its appearance. Only a fight Amonstro thought he could handle. But ended up with a lame leg for about a month. But his fierce determination kept him going. And bear through the pain.
((if allowed.. for the whole illness thing))
Wait amongst the oddities a new brute could handle. Amonstro had been infected with this illness. And lucky for him it only damaged his tassel. It was a very painful change though. The skin at the base of his tail separated, it peeled away from the bone. To try and reject the mutation in the genes that this illness had caused. But as the illness won. It took over the tassels growth. And had the skin stretch down over the hairs. But as the mutation wore off. He had about 7 inches left to be totally enveloped with the new skin. But the skin died. And now it’s almost as if he has a lion’s tail. It was very scared skin from the excess damage and rehealing. But it is a prominent defect. He no longer has his elegant tassels.
OOC sorry ever been good at describing color, or any physical traits at that >.<
Personality:
Amonstro isn't that sweet all natural dude. Who thinks everything in a positive assessment. If anything.. he doesn't observe anything other then himself. He imagined his wench when his thoughts were scattered. He dreamt of her at times. But it wasn't a lost love. He dreamt of her with hate, and though upon her hide with disgust. He wished he could erase her from his mind. But his heart was much to infatuated with her to let such an important history in his past leave. So while his sanity escapes him. And as time makes his heart ache worst; it makes the temper in him unimaginable. But amonstro never yells. When angered, he shoots smart alec tones in monotone voice. As if you mean nothing'. Just some shallow creature in his way. But then again anyone who annoys him, stalks him, pity's him, loves him, will get that same monotone vocals. He simply no longer cared about the world. It was just another jungle to walk through. No beauty could he see. And the feeling of love was still deep in his unsocial well being. It simply he choose not to act upon the feeling. For its not as if anyone would love a grim creature. Even Amonstro couldn't love himself anymore.
History: I have nothing to hide from the wandering bits of hide in this land. Living a solitude, and lonely road. Trudging from one dump to another. And living off the moss of death. Or such, the grasses that leave emptiness in my gut. Yet, I have been here to search in a clueless desire. It is not lust of what I seek. For my mind shall not wander so lowly as a lustful pervert in search of its next 'pleasure'. But must I way the consequences of my own hate. I have once been a shallow beast stalking the lands for a new epidemic of pleasure. But must I say such a hateful past of dark brooding , and passionless lust, shall never creep back into my soul. I have weighed the odds. And for the difficulty of old habits I refuse to seek a mare. For habits, aren't always easier to resist.
With this shallow and broken heart. Can I be alone, and search for a different 'pleasure'. Or shall I wallow in deep abyss in my soul, carved by my single and most frustrating emotion. Abandonment. The word, meaning only one simple definition. And yet can cause so many different tormenting pain, continually cut, and warn raw. Never to be healed, stitched and replenished with holy water. To relieve me of my sins. From which I weep. I cry to myself, and no other. Days I live restless dreams of her beautiful ivory tone. A dished tiara, looking through me with those brutal eyes. And to my own dismay, I loved that wench. She, had loved me back. And for those two years, life was as simple as a lashing of her vocals. And simple apology to beg forgiveness. we weren't meant to be together, our family warned us. These feuds of ours would grow, as her harassment upon me would develop. But damn my craving for beauty, I could never say no to HER'. And that wench knew. For the pain I have suffered those two years. I had believed was worth this listless feeling of love for that little filly. But, I looked to her with willful eyes, pleading, and loving. But to her own gaze, the wench could not see me the same. Nothing more then a simple toy. I knew, and yet, her angelic beauty could withstand any mistreatment I received from her brutal plows of criticism. To put it simple, I felt Alive with her.
I expected my treatment of love and care would soon fix her deviled heart. But thus it only killed me. AS I looked in a mirror of pure disgust. I, so infatuated, kept believing that we could b. But time grew, and she drifted further from me. I wanted so badly to round her up, so no other could take her away. But her pillars moved away from me. Her optics some where else. I can hear my own screams of betrayal. Maybe this is where I snapped. the desire, reaching its climax. I did the wronged to her. Forcing her to my own pleasure. Yet at that moment my mind screamed.. I was right. I know not whether she bore my a weanling. For after my crazed emotions plummeted in depression. I had tried hard to comfort her in my sorrow, and most apologetic pleads. But she wished nothing for me. It was as though she was waiting for some reason to leave me. And that was the last I saw her angelic, silver hue. its radiance never to be seen by my auburn optics. Her cold unloving eyes, I would never see my reflection in. From her my wanting was beyond control. My sanity, no longer along side me. I felt so lost, confused. I wanted, desire, needed something that couldn't be mine. And so I can only call her a wretch. I wish not to call her by her lithe and beautiful name. It would only be the consequence of self denial. But I will try to control, my desire for her. I will try to cover up this remorse of watching her leave. The disobedience, and distrust, she had in me. Its as though i never ment........anything ..... to my only love.
reused
Status: finished
((hope its enough.. I could add more but just don't feel like it ))