Hysterics Periculum

[Hysterics Periculum]

The Roleplayer - - -

Name: Hysteria
Other Characters: N // A

The Vitals - - -

Name: Hysterics Periculum
Gender: Male
Age: The time that death stole his last breath was at the age of 9, but he has walked as the dead for nearly 4 decades.
Orientation: Heterosexual.
State: Deceased
Faction: Dead.

The Outside - - -

Breed: Clydesdale.
Size: 18 hands [72 inches]
Colour: Grey
Face Markings: What remains of his face are his forehead and jaw, only one of his pair of eyes having skin. Centered on his forehead is an arrow, pointed downwards towards his snout.
Leg Markings: Where the excessive feathering occurs in white, it is replaced with black, his knees downward consumed in darkness.
Other Markings: His coat constantly varies in shades of silvers, whites and greys. His flank is peppered with black, reaching towards his mid-back. His mane is as black as the markings he hold, the occasional silver strand visible in the mix.
Eye Colour: The brute has four eyes, two pairs each with their own separate color. The ones a regular stallion would normally have placed would be closely perceived as lacking pupils at all, the crimson veil peering through at you, vacant and void of life. The other pair, reaching further down his snout and located just underneath his main set are also without pupils, though they wouldn't be seen in the pools of darkness that they are.
Starter Mutation: Spiderset
Starter Gift: Pain

The Inside - - -

Positive Characteristics: Though he lacks in anything slightly redeeming to the dark nature of his ways, he does:
Possess a strong loyalty to those he has bonded with.
He cares for women and foals. Even if it places him in harms way, he will protect them, no matter the case.
He is incredibly polite, even when agitated. Although he may seem rude at times, he is only being honest.
Negative Characteristics:
Easily angered. His temper is short, and the distance between him and his offender will soon be, too.
Quick to judge. First impressions are everything to the beast.
Painfully blunt. If he doesn't like you, he takes no time to hide it from you.
Opinionated. Whether you like it or not, he'll pitch in his ideas and his views over things, even if it is unwanted.
Likes:
The consumption of flesh from those still alive. Especially those of pure blood.
The blanket of darkness draped from the falling of the sun.
Running 'till days on end.
Watching others squirm beneath his grizzly gate and gaze.
Isolation.
Dislikes:
Large crowds.
Rumors.
Gossip.
Scandals.
Treachery.
Betrayal.
Those who believe they are superior to him.
Goals:
To remedy his decay and be alive once more.
To have a family, with a mare he loves and adores.
Fears:
That he will forever roam the lands without a home and utterly alone.

The Past - - -

Family: Since the time of his tragic and sudden end so long ago, a family seems more like a evanescent dream than a half-forgotten reality.
History: Not much is to be remembered from Hysterics' past. All that was known was that he was a well-liked stallion. Happily he galloped across the lands with a mother and a father. Even as he matured into an adult did he run with his herd. Up until his death, of course.
His death was not expected, nor was it painful or absurd. Rather, once frightful evening as the stallion neared his herd, he approached his mother, whom lay peacefully sleeping in the tender greens. However, he soon realized a serpent slithering towards her, in search of warmth it seemed. Panicking, the bronco bucked and charged, trampling the vermin near death.
Only minutes after the incident, and assuring himself and his mother that he was alright, was when he notice a shallow scratch across one of his legs. He thought nothing of it.
Come time to sleep and taken with exhaustion, he passed in his sleep.
He remained dead for nearly a week, animals beginning to tear at his flesh. His mother, mortified, did her best to shoo them away, refusing to leave he little foal's side. Up until her prayers were answered, and when he rose again.

In utter horror of the realization that had become, and the sudden awareness that the colt she once knew was but an empty shell before her, she fled, along with what family he had with her.

[coco]

Love him! Approved. ^^