Post by stitchedskull on Jul 18, 2006 17:11:23 GMT -5
This is a re-modification of my origional rp charrie.
Name: My Darling Rose Corspe
Age: 13
Breed: Undecernable, mostly thoroughbred.
Lineage: Thoroughbred mix dam, unknown sire
Height: 15.1
Sex: Stallion
Children: None
Place Of Birth: Germany
Physical Characteristics: A solid charcoal grey over the whole of his body. A crystine white mask covered the whole of his face, imitating a skull. It fades into a rust, then darkens to the grey. His rump is spaltered white white and rust flecks. He has a single white sock. Slight German accent, it faded with his time wandering different countries.
History And Personality: (It's similar to WWII... which isn't happening now... but... whatever...)
As a colt he was somewhat unwanted. He was recognized to have a sour, rebeling personality, but a lot of spirit. He was strong and quick, but decpite being born to humans, he was wild, and disliked them. Corpse wasn't mean to avoid them, but to harm them. He would often relax and let them aproach, then strike out at them.
Once he had matured he grew out of his childish ways, but had yet to be broken. When he was four he was taken and placed on a train. Corpse didn't worry much about where he was going, it didn't fret him at all.
When they unloaded, they were put into a a small corral. Most horses had clumped together in small bands of friends, but Corpse avoided them, and they avoided him. A lone colt aproached him, and he bared his teeth and bit the other's withers to scare it away. Then, each horse was tied and branded and shoed. Corpse gave a good fight, but after injuring hte humans to his will, he permitted them to continue.
Weeks of breaking the horses went on, Corpse would pumle each rider before letting him on, then would buck and kick, then obey. He proved to be a wonderful riding horse, but had a sickening temper.
Several months went by before he was again loaded onto a train and taken far away. This time, he was sent to a war. He was given to a man as a government mount, and was that man's responsibilty. As with his customs, Corpse lashed out at the man, gave him severla good bruises, then let him mount.
Years of warefare was given to the stallion, he proved good in battle, a tank himself. He wasn't a shaking beast that ran only in fright, but he ran for the joy of it, for the joy of tasting the blood of other horses and their men. The cries of missils throught he air and sharnel flying around his ears.
Evnentually the stallion grew too bloodthirsty, and was more trouble than he was worth. His rider had been told to shoot him, and say he lost him in battle, but over hte years the two had become friends. So rather than shooting him, he fired into the air, then releiced Corpse.
Corpse roamed several more years until he stumbled upon the lands of NSE. ^^
Current Personality: The war left him poor shape, physically and mentally. He has a slight limp, and his scares came in a pale grey. He is bitter and angry, lashing out at other horses, claiming the war is still raging.
Name: My Darling Rose Corspe
Age: 13
Breed: Undecernable, mostly thoroughbred.
Lineage: Thoroughbred mix dam, unknown sire
Height: 15.1
Sex: Stallion
Children: None
Place Of Birth: Germany
Physical Characteristics: A solid charcoal grey over the whole of his body. A crystine white mask covered the whole of his face, imitating a skull. It fades into a rust, then darkens to the grey. His rump is spaltered white white and rust flecks. He has a single white sock. Slight German accent, it faded with his time wandering different countries.
History And Personality: (It's similar to WWII... which isn't happening now... but... whatever...)
As a colt he was somewhat unwanted. He was recognized to have a sour, rebeling personality, but a lot of spirit. He was strong and quick, but decpite being born to humans, he was wild, and disliked them. Corpse wasn't mean to avoid them, but to harm them. He would often relax and let them aproach, then strike out at them.
Once he had matured he grew out of his childish ways, but had yet to be broken. When he was four he was taken and placed on a train. Corpse didn't worry much about where he was going, it didn't fret him at all.
When they unloaded, they were put into a a small corral. Most horses had clumped together in small bands of friends, but Corpse avoided them, and they avoided him. A lone colt aproached him, and he bared his teeth and bit the other's withers to scare it away. Then, each horse was tied and branded and shoed. Corpse gave a good fight, but after injuring hte humans to his will, he permitted them to continue.
Weeks of breaking the horses went on, Corpse would pumle each rider before letting him on, then would buck and kick, then obey. He proved to be a wonderful riding horse, but had a sickening temper.
Several months went by before he was again loaded onto a train and taken far away. This time, he was sent to a war. He was given to a man as a government mount, and was that man's responsibilty. As with his customs, Corpse lashed out at the man, gave him severla good bruises, then let him mount.
Years of warefare was given to the stallion, he proved good in battle, a tank himself. He wasn't a shaking beast that ran only in fright, but he ran for the joy of it, for the joy of tasting the blood of other horses and their men. The cries of missils throught he air and sharnel flying around his ears.
Evnentually the stallion grew too bloodthirsty, and was more trouble than he was worth. His rider had been told to shoot him, and say he lost him in battle, but over hte years the two had become friends. So rather than shooting him, he fired into the air, then releiced Corpse.
Corpse roamed several more years until he stumbled upon the lands of NSE. ^^
Current Personality: The war left him poor shape, physically and mentally. He has a slight limp, and his scares came in a pale grey. He is bitter and angry, lashing out at other horses, claiming the war is still raging.
