j a k r e n

[Jakren]

The Roleplayer - - -

Name: Tempest
Other Characters: none

The Vitals - - -

Name: Jakren
Gender: Stallion
Age: 6, Immortal
Orientation: Heterosexual
State: Dead
Faction: Common

The Outside - - -

Breed: Percheron x Warmblood
Size: 17.1 Hands
Colour: Grey
Face Markings: n/a
Leg Markings: black socks
Other Markings: n/a
Eye Colour: none, he has two empty eye sockets
Mutation: Splitjaw

The Inside - - -

Positive Characteristics: Hardworking, Determined,
Negative Characteristics: Talks to inanimate objects, stubborn, apathetic, cannibalistic, narcissistic.
Likes: lifeblood, meat, any chance to torture another
Dislikes: talkative victims, children of any age, "noble" stallions
Goals: There is nothing really he wishes to accomplish
Fears: He has an odd fear of spiders, not that he will panic, but they often try to take up residence in his hollowed eye sockets and they are quite annoying. Like many horses, he is quite afraid of fire, and due to his blindness deep water.

The Past - - -

Family: Father an unknown brute, Mother was a useless wench called Falla, and Rexia his half sister who he had a fling with.
History: Jakren started out a lovely young dark colt. His body was beautiful, silver clean fur that glowed as if it captured the moon, brilliant blue eyes, and a thick mane and tail made of silver strands. He was deffinantly something to see. Arrogant with his looks and young lust, he grew as strong as any stallion should. The son of a bastard father, he was looked on the same way. But it wasn't in his nature to take offence to those that tried to put shame on his wonderful name. Just jealousy in his eyes. All too quickly, the time came where he was meant to leave the herd. But Jakren was not one to take the lead stallions orders. He was not his true father, only the stallion who had taken in his force bred mother, her nearly one year old son, and her new pregnancy. Powerful with youth, he fought for the new rank. Why make a herd when one so nice and heavy with beautiful young mares? Besides, he was already having a thing with Rixa, his half sister. Wrong you think? Not in the brute's eyes.

Youth prevailed in his case, and he won the right to the herd, chasing off the poor beast. Jakren foolishly let his arrogance convince him that he would not be seeing his step father again though, and decided he would enjoy this new rank, along with Rixa who became his lead mare. How wrong he was though. Almost a year into his leadership, the sound of thundering hooves came to the herd. Led by his Stepfather, they led a brutal rage against the lovely Jakren. Tearing him apart, ripping lose his eyes and ripping open his rib cage. He fell, and death came agonizinly slow to him. But he was far too great to just die. Since that day, he was brought back into the living world a mangled and torn ghost. His own blood lust intensified, and he came to the herd he had once led. He tore apart the entire bloodline that had led to his step father. Mares and foals lay dead, and the suffering stallion was soaked in the blood. He looked at Rixa then, a matured mare, heavy with her first foal. He could not see her now, but he could smell and feel her in a way he never had before. The bastard child of his hated murder. She stared in shock at his empty eye sockets, his exposed rib cage, the various other wounds he wore so beautifuly.

Stupidly, he let her live. To this day, he regrets letting the line go on, and even more for being so close to another he would spare a life. In his empty eyes, its the worst act hes ever done, and refused to speak of her name.