Looking Glass

[Looking Glass]

The Roleplayer - - -

Name: GREYtheFLAILER
Other Characters: Nada! ...Yet >]

The Vitals - - -

Name: Looking Glass
Gender: Male
Age: 5
Orientation: Hetrosexual
State: Alive
Faction: The Pure

The Outside - - -

Breed: Shire, Clydesdale, Belgian, Warmblood, Mustang
Size: 18.3hh, due to his Belgian lineage
Colour: Black
Face Markings: A thinner, white strip running from his forehead down to his muzzle
Leg Markings: Three white socks
Other Markings: --
Eye Colour: Blue
Starter Mutation: --
Starter Gift: --

The Inside - - -

Positive Characteristics: He's thick and powerful; the perfect machine, quick to react, makes decisions easily, is good at "reading" others, gets along with most mares quite well, flirtatious, is a natural leader, and he handles pain very well
Negative Characteristics: He feels no remorse, is absolutely merciless, tends to snap far too easily, will start a fight if he believes his odds are good, is incredibly sexist, doesn't believe in love, will often judge others within first sight, is egotistical and arrogant, very manipulative, guarded, and he always views things from an aggressive perspective
Likes: Mares, power, other's fear, fighting, chaos, causing conflict, being manipulative and/or conniving, victory, violence, flaunting his higher rank, forcing mares
Dislikes: Not getting his way, things not going in his favor, losing, getting regected, attitude From others, being tricked, dishonesty (despite the fact he's dishonest, himself), traitors, and most other stallions
Goals: To gain some form of power, in which he can use to his advantage
Fears: Love, getting overly close to others, loss, emotional pain

Full Personality: [Hope it's okay I added this!]

Looking Glass may seem like most of the other Dark stallions around here, though if you truly get to know him, you will realize he's much more then another face in the crowd. He's overly intelligent and observant; a horse that will be able to judge your intentions within a moment's glance. Once he does believe something about someone, however, it takes a long while to change his opinion. He's hesitant towards change, and it takes persistence to gain his trust. The second this stallion begins to question someone's trust, there's no chance he will open up to them, even in the slightest. He will often close off all emotion, and in general, completely ignore them. He won't shy away from someone he believes could possibly be against him, but instead simply look on as if he isn't even there.

Now, although he's overly intelligent and calculating, not many see the stallion as such. This, often, is because of his tendency to go into a somewhat blinding and uncontrollable rage. It's not like his eyes go red and he starts blowing steam from his ears, but the stallion does have one hell of a temper. And when someone annoys him in such a fragile time between anger and sanity, he will snap at them. And by snap, I literally mean lash out towards. Physically, or verbally. He's very skilled in the line of battle, and doesn't feel threatened by much. He's, in a way, fearless. Or, that's how he strives to be seen by others. He fears love, slightly, although not many know of such a fear.

On top of being intelligent and having explosive anger, the stallion is also a sucker for an attractive girl. Whether she's young or older, large or small, he can't always stop his eyes from lingering on the sway of their hips, or the rather irritating desires that come with it. He tends to succumb to these longings, and because of this is seduced easily, though he much rathers being the one seducing. He knows his way around a girl's body, as well as the words to make her interested, and will stop at nothing to have a little fun. Committement, however, is completely out of the question. Looking Glass tends to lead a girl on until she gives herself to him, then will simply walk off, as if he never felt anything. because, truth be told, he never did.

Finally, Looking Glass is not a naturally nice horse. He has a compulsive and instinctive way of thinking, in which often leads him to acting outwardly to others. He loves to start fights and conflict, and acts as dominant as he can, wherever he goes. He's possessive, controlling, and utterly confident in who he is, and what he can accomplish.

The Past - - -

Family: --

History:

Looking Glass was born into a small herd, in the middle of December. His birth had been months late, and because of this, his mother nearly died when giving birth to him. She lived, though, to Looking Glass' relief, as he would have surely perished without her. The colt was raised in his father's herd of five, including himself, and was the only surviving colt that winter. The mountains in Montana get intensely cold in the winter months, and it was truly a miracle that Looking Glass lived through them, his first year. Live he did, though, and not even his father’s blooming hatred towards him could get him down. He didn’t understand why his father was being so entirely sour towards him, but as he turned six months old, his mother finally broke and tell him why the members of the herd treated him so foully. He’d been conceived during a violent rape, by a Bachelor stallion.

It seemed as if luck had brought him along so far, but at that moment, his life slowly began to go downhill.

The colt grew, treating his father with respect and love, though the stallion wouldn’t have it. He’d kick and bite at him if he came too close, and soon, began scaring him away from the herd. He was almost two years old by this time, and although his longing to stay within the family group was overwhelming, he took off, and started life on his own. Looking Glass lived for almost a year by himself, travelling all about the mountains, pestering other band stallions.. Everything. He even feel in love. He grew into himself and gathered confidence, just as he turned three. He had a mate, one in which he loved dearly, and would do anything for. He soon felt the need to start a herd on his own, though. The stallion had fought several stallions and lost due to his experience, however, this never once made his confidence falter.

He never did get the chance to be a lead stallion, though.

The time of the roundup came all too quickly, right after Looking Glass had turned three, and he was one of the few stragglers to be rounded up. Usually the helicopters went for the herds, however, his size was an indicator of good, strong bloodlines. Which, for humans, translated into lots of cash. Long story short, Looking Glass was rounded up, along with his mate, separated from the ones he had come in with, was vaccinated, and forced to wait in the same small pen for days, until the sale. And when the sale did start, well it was chaos. Horses whinnied for one another as they were pulled from their loved ones, once purchased, and stallions were ripped from the herd in which they gave everything for. In the end, after several bids for the overly large, ebony stallion, Looking Glass went home to a cruel man, in which made a living off of horse fighting. From that point on, he never saw his love again.

Looking Glass was, for a time, somewhat easy to control. He was led out of his pen easily, but once it came to getting into the trailer, things went foul. He had to be both pushed and pulled, before being tied down, another no-no, and closed in. The stallion freaked out completely. The trailer, from then on, was something he was very wary and cautious of. The stallion was driven to a property hours away, where he was let loose in a small, dirt stall. From then on, he never once caught a glance of a pasture. He was kept only in this small enclosure, and was poked and prodded at constantly. The man, the owner of the torturous ranch, would beat Looking Glass in order to make him angry. Each and every morning he would wake up early, lash him until he was to the point of fighting back, before feeding him, praising him, and walking off.

The stallion soon learned fighting was a good thing.

His mind shifted as he grew in this environment; one where he was praised for fighting back. One where, for practice, he would be put into a small pen with another riled-up stallion. He would fight relentlessly, his cramped muscles leaping to the opportunity to work. He trained for a year, until he was four, before the stud was dragged off for competition fighting. A mare would be placed within a pen with several stallions, and the last one standing would win.

Looking Glass did this for three years. He slaughtered the stallions in his way, because it was how his mind began to work. Fighting was good. Letting out his restlessness was also good. See, it was his only way to release himself. When you take a wild animal and put it in a small space, it wants to run. It needs to get out energy. This was the perfect way for Looking Glass to do that. Slaughtering became a part of him; it became the way he started to think. Hell, he actually enjoyed it. The rush of the fight. The competition. It excited him.

His name was given to him after a year or so, when the stallion really started making a name for himself. His oddly-colored blue eyes inspired this oddly intriguing , and yet, so entirely powerful name. He continued fighting, earning his owners precious money, all until one day he simply... Snapped. The stallion, long after killing his rival, escaped the fighting enclosure, and after “ridding” himself of the humans attempting to stop him, simply took off into the depths of the nearby forest. A simple ending, but important nonetheless.

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Approved he's lovely ^^