!!scared stiff

[|Scarecrow|]

The Roleplayer - - -

Name: Black Death
Other Characters: None

The Vitals - - -

Name: Scarecrow
Gender: Male
Age: 7 years
Orientation: Straight
State: Living
Faction: The Living

The Outside - - -

Breed: Friesian
Size: 17 Hands
Colour: Jet black
Face Markings: None
Leg Markings: None
Other Markings: None
Eye Colour: Icy blue
Starter Mutation: Fangs - resemble those of a snake's fangs
Starter Gift: Toxin - Though is covers his body, most of it rests within his fangs. Most of his poison is transferred in this manner rather than simply through touching (if i'm aloud to do this, of course. If not, just let me know ^_^)

The Inside - - -

Positive Characteristics:

1. Scarecrow can have a witty sort of charm at times when he wishes, bringing both mares and stallions into giggly fits. It is a standard part of his con-artist nature which he takes pride in.

2. Though an evil and vicious brute on the outside he holds mares on a higher plane, having a gentlemanly respect for them at times only if they prove themselves worthy of his respect.

3. It may not seem like much is going on in the head of this nasty beast but his mind is constantly working - ticking away like a clock. He has a knack for strategizing which gives him the upper hand in fights, which happen to be one of his favorite activities. Some say it comes from all of his practice, but others just believe he was born with the gift. Scarecrow likes to believe it is a combination of the both.

Negative Characteristics:

1. Scarecrow is just a grumpy stallion all around. he gives off a cold and unwelcoming nature when caught off guard ad approached by others. He likes to keep to himself unless pulling a prank or scaring the shit out of some body. you can tell he's in a good mood when the insanity pulses through his aura. It's a trait that's not hard to miss.

2. As mentioned previously, Scarecrow has a bit of a mental problem. Sometimes he's a charming stallion until he sinks into his devilish mood. The dark brute is then transformed into a blood thirsty and cruel equine, snapping quickly in retaliation to the most vague of comments.

3. I wouldn't call him a prankster, but he certainly does enjoy scaring people. His scares usually come during the time where his mind isn't quite right. They are brutal and vicious attack, usually involving some sort of blood shed or agonizing pain. In this state of mind, he is fueled by the power and control he has, sending him into a euphoric state if everything works out as planned.

Likes: Pranks, blood shed, picking fights, mares, teasing mares, winning, force breeding (in his 'mental state')
Dislikes: Foals, egotistical stallions, losing, cowards, the dead faction, the pure faction
Goals: Sieze reign of a suitable terra to create a small strong, manageable herd he can rule is a dictator-esk fashion
Fears: Losing his herd and lands to someone else. Losing a fight. Having no control.

The Past - - -

Family:

1. Mother - Elana (unknown)
2. Father - Maverick (unknown)
3. Younger sister - Luna (deceased)
4. Younger sister - Wrynn (deceased)

History:

Far from Eventide was Geyser Springs, a vast and beautiful land filled with mountains and meadows and a gentle river flowing through the middle of it all. It was a fairly pleasant place with minimal threats. You know, the usual mountain lions and pack of wolves that would stroll through and try their luck at snagging a member of Scarecrow's father's herd. Maverick was the lead of the herd, a strong and noble stallion with the respect he deserved due to his wisdom and strength. Scarecrow looked up to him very much, aspiring to obtain his status and reputation one day. Being the oldest of three, he was the rightful heir to the herd lands and treated his training as such. He spared the other colts in the herd on a regular basis, in order to practice his fighting techniques, grow stronger, and most importantly, remind them who was the rightful heir and who they were to respect as they grew older and their confidence grew.

His mother, Elana birthed two younger siblings when he was the ripe age of 2 years old. A set of twins, Wrynn and Luna. It was a rare birthing and it was even more rare that they were both healthy and strong. The herd was overjoyed at their birth and so was Scarecrow. He took the typical older brother role: protective and loving. Scarecrow wasn't always the monster he is now. It was the tragic and unforgivable incident that split his brain into two halves, the monstrous Scarecrow taking over.

It was on that day that the first horses of the Dead faction decided to enter the valley. Scarecrow's father was infuriated, driving them out with a band of the older stallions and Scarecrow's help. They were victorious without a single casualty. The herd that entered was a small one consisting of only 3 horses: a Stallion and two mares. Disgusted by their mannerisms and appearance Maverick forbade any of his herd to interact with them unless they were fighting for their life.

A year had passed since his sisters' births. Scarecrow was three and the young foals were almost full grown in size but still naive in mind. It was still the older brother's duty to watch after his siblings as they frolicked throughout their father's lands like the foals they were. There was a disturbing and repulsive scent in the air that made Scarecrow very skittish and agitated that day. Grey clouds drifted over head to block the bright sun to add to the eerie silence that was spread across the certain meadow they were enjoying. Scarecrow as enjoying the beautiful and tasty emerald grass that covered the area when an ear splitting scream sent a shiver down spine. His head snapped up immediately, worry flashing over his body in a warm sensation. His muscles legs pushed him forward as his sprint carried him forward, both his sisters missing from his sight.

The stallion crashed through the trees, audits pressed tight against his skull as he came face to face with the band of three disgusting being that trespasses on their land earlier. Wrynn and Luna were terrified, shivering, huddled together against a large tree, frozen in fear. Scarecrow demanded they run and tell father while he took care of these pesky beasts. The twins ran back towards their home at their older brother's command, scared stiff and sprinting as fast as their legs could carry them.

It was one of the most disturbing and difficult fights he had ever come across. The most disturbing part was how he crushed one of their skulls into the ground and the equine was still able to stand up, laughing menacingly while brain matter oozed from the eye socket that was now missing an eye. With this, Scarecrow took off after his sisters. There was no way he could fight these monster by himself.

As he burst back into the meadow his eye beheld the sight that changed him forever. A group of five dead equine were huddled in the center of the field, a crimson river of blood flowing between their legs, tainting the emerald grass. They were lost in a euphoric state, feasting on the life blood that flowed within his two younger sisters. Their bodies were angled and torn, barely recognizable but the look of fear cemented to their faces were hard to miss. Wrynn's body twitched with its last seconds of life though her stomach was ripped open.

All he could so was run. t wasn't hard to out run the zombie monsters for they were infatuated with his siblings' blood. It didn't take long for the herd to gather its warriors after Scarecrow returned. The blood of his family seemed to only attract more of them like moths to a bright light. Outnumbered, his family didn't stand a chance for the others could not be killed but they could. The herd fell quickly beneath their cursed bodies, becoming part of their feast. Scarecrow was badly wounded and on the verge of death as he used the last of his energy to escape the battle seen. He ran as far as he could before collapsing in exhaustion and passing out due to the blood loss.

Upon waking up, his former self was lost. He didn't remember his name, his sisters, his family. Scarecrow isn't his era name, it is a name he gave himself due to his dark and frightening nature. Always there, always threatening. All he had left was a strange slur of feelings that lead to the hatred of the Dead faction and a need to obtain a herd of his own. Hidden within is the monster he can't control. The dead faction's hideous presence changed his mind and his heart, leading him to the violent and sickening acts he preformed over the years traveling towards Eventide.

Now he is here, int he land of Eventide Moor. Whether he was stay or move on as always is a mystery.

I would advise all to watch their back...

Something wicked this way comes.

[coco]

Aw his history is so sad! Awesome charrie BD!
Approved.