Post by nazgul on Jul 4, 2008 23:07:05 GMT -7
Character Name: the NAZGUL
Gender: Stallion
Alliance: Horse
Height: 17hh
Age: 7
Description: A large horse, with an imposing presence to match; the Nazgul is composed completely of alabaster ebony attire; no white interupts the black. It is a complex coat; it seems to neither shine in the sunlight, nor absorb it, but rather the horse's coat repels it.
His presence is dangerously delicious; as though poison, silently and slowly brining his prey's sences down, until he makes his strike.
There is one other notable characteristic however;
his eyes.
Mutated from the complexities, they glow red, ranging from a souless black abyss, to the bloody crimson only found in Sweeney's freshly spilt blood. Mirroring the emotions felt by the horse.
Personality: A predator; the Nazgul is a ranger; often found in unusual or unseemly places, but always accompanied by some false alabi. As a stallion; his not only compelled by one thought; one notion, but also the need to build the horse race into something to be proud of. He is harsh; never holding back on his judgement, and often deadly to get on the wrong side of. He has no problem spilling blood; friend or foe.
His rare ability to so often change persona's lead to him haveing many different ties, as a different horse, to many horses and placed. Traitorous, however, he lulls his prey into a false sence of security; the cat playing with his prey. His vocals mirror the horses unstable nature; an unearthly screach.
History: Sired by hell's river, dammed by the insane, Stygian and Delano came together an unlikely pair, both from unstable upbringings, forging their own unstable natures together in their only surviving son.
Raised in the caverns, he developed a liking for all dark, deep dwellings, the large bats that often inhabited such places developed into his aid.
Insanity touched the horse, from living a rangers life; alone and unaccompanied, he often does not know company, nor misses it. Prefering to remain alone, his depressing thoughts developed into something more sinister.
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Status: Finished
Gender: Stallion
Alliance: Horse
Height: 17hh
Age: 7
Description: A large horse, with an imposing presence to match; the Nazgul is composed completely of alabaster ebony attire; no white interupts the black. It is a complex coat; it seems to neither shine in the sunlight, nor absorb it, but rather the horse's coat repels it.
His presence is dangerously delicious; as though poison, silently and slowly brining his prey's sences down, until he makes his strike.
There is one other notable characteristic however;
his eyes.
Mutated from the complexities, they glow red, ranging from a souless black abyss, to the bloody crimson only found in Sweeney's freshly spilt blood. Mirroring the emotions felt by the horse.
Personality: A predator; the Nazgul is a ranger; often found in unusual or unseemly places, but always accompanied by some false alabi. As a stallion; his not only compelled by one thought; one notion, but also the need to build the horse race into something to be proud of. He is harsh; never holding back on his judgement, and often deadly to get on the wrong side of. He has no problem spilling blood; friend or foe.
His rare ability to so often change persona's lead to him haveing many different ties, as a different horse, to many horses and placed. Traitorous, however, he lulls his prey into a false sence of security; the cat playing with his prey. His vocals mirror the horses unstable nature; an unearthly screach.
History: Sired by hell's river, dammed by the insane, Stygian and Delano came together an unlikely pair, both from unstable upbringings, forging their own unstable natures together in their only surviving son.
Raised in the caverns, he developed a liking for all dark, deep dwellings, the large bats that often inhabited such places developed into his aid.
Insanity touched the horse, from living a rangers life; alone and unaccompanied, he often does not know company, nor misses it. Prefering to remain alone, his depressing thoughts developed into something more sinister.
How did you find us?: ->http://sobibor.proboards107.com/index.cgi
Status: Finished