Post by OH HAI SPI! on Mar 1, 2011 21:38:28 GMT -5
Name: Locura
Breed: ...
Gender: Mare
Age: Three
Height: 15.1 hh
Coat Colour: Silver Dapple
Mane Colour: Cream
Tail Colour: Cream
Eye Colour: Dark
Markings: Look at the picture XP
Image: i759.photobucket.com/albums/xx235/SweetHeart559/silver-dapple-chocolate-palomino.jpg
Alliance: Dark
History: Loco was born to die. she was damned, cursed. she never had a chance, ever. the odds were stacked against her, everything did it's best to make sure of it. the first memory she had was her mother brutally murdered, but that wasn't the worst part, oh no, that part was peaceful actually. she watched her mother beaten, day after day after day. she was to end up like her mother, her beautiful oh so innocent mother. that look she had upon death was a peaceful look, one she would grow to love, to need. she was supposed to be a he, an heir a powerful masculine heir, but no she turned out like this. that was why her mother was killed, for her. loco was to be kept as a brood, to suffer for even being born, then she too was to be murdered as he mother was. she was beaten, made to beat other animals, and to do as she was told. she never spoke unless need be, opening her mouth usually required a punishment. as the years went on she still found that look peaceful, that peaceful look kept her going. before long she enjoyed that painful look by the creatures. everything about pain made her alive inside. she swore to herself she was going to kill the creature that damned her. she was going to make him suffer as no one had suffered before. each lashing she gave, and each one she received only made her stronger, more driven. if only her father gave a shit he would have seen she was the perfect heir, but he didn't. all he wanted was for her to die. he was too blind to see that she was him all over again. finally after years she got her opportunity, she was able to beat him, torture him, for days and days and days. that pain filled look he had drove her insane, she needed that. with one final crushing blow to the head she smirked at the peaceful look he had in his eyes. she left, still driven by that feeling of pain, that hole that had been ripped in her chest right where her heart should have been. she would have been content to die, but try as she might she just couldn't kill herself. nothing could stop her now. she was a monster, destroying everything in her path just to see them suffer. that calm look in their eyes did settle her, but only for a day or so. she loved fear. she herself was never afraid, what did she have to lose? that fearful look made her feel dominant, like she was an heir like she damn well should have been. she should have been so much more.
Personality: she doesn't really feel emotions, its as if her heart has been ripped from her chest. she only gets a high from the pain of others, and she only feels calm once she's taken the life of something. she's insane. she won't stop at anything to get what she wants. she's got a strong will, and very hard headed, literally. i'm not sure it's possible to destroy her. she laughs at pain, she's stared down death. death has become her friend. its like a drug, something she can't live without. she's physically and mental very strong, much stronger than someone her size should be. she needs to be in charge of a situation, if she doesn't strike fear into whomever she's around it drives her mad. she's never really had that happen before. she speaks more now than she did as a yearling, but she isn't very talkative. when she does speak its straight forward, she doesn't sugar coat things, she tells it like it is. and boy when she talks you had better listen, because usually her beautiful voice is the last thing you'll hear. she's quick to cut someone down and put them in their place below her. she doesn't feel emotional pain its like shes been exposed to it so long shes become numb to it. her name perfectly describes her, insane.
Breed: ...
Gender: Mare
Age: Three
Height: 15.1 hh
Coat Colour: Silver Dapple
Mane Colour: Cream
Tail Colour: Cream
Eye Colour: Dark
Markings: Look at the picture XP
Image: i759.photobucket.com/albums/xx235/SweetHeart559/silver-dapple-chocolate-palomino.jpg
Alliance: Dark
History: Loco was born to die. she was damned, cursed. she never had a chance, ever. the odds were stacked against her, everything did it's best to make sure of it. the first memory she had was her mother brutally murdered, but that wasn't the worst part, oh no, that part was peaceful actually. she watched her mother beaten, day after day after day. she was to end up like her mother, her beautiful oh so innocent mother. that look she had upon death was a peaceful look, one she would grow to love, to need. she was supposed to be a he, an heir a powerful masculine heir, but no she turned out like this. that was why her mother was killed, for her. loco was to be kept as a brood, to suffer for even being born, then she too was to be murdered as he mother was. she was beaten, made to beat other animals, and to do as she was told. she never spoke unless need be, opening her mouth usually required a punishment. as the years went on she still found that look peaceful, that peaceful look kept her going. before long she enjoyed that painful look by the creatures. everything about pain made her alive inside. she swore to herself she was going to kill the creature that damned her. she was going to make him suffer as no one had suffered before. each lashing she gave, and each one she received only made her stronger, more driven. if only her father gave a shit he would have seen she was the perfect heir, but he didn't. all he wanted was for her to die. he was too blind to see that she was him all over again. finally after years she got her opportunity, she was able to beat him, torture him, for days and days and days. that pain filled look he had drove her insane, she needed that. with one final crushing blow to the head she smirked at the peaceful look he had in his eyes. she left, still driven by that feeling of pain, that hole that had been ripped in her chest right where her heart should have been. she would have been content to die, but try as she might she just couldn't kill herself. nothing could stop her now. she was a monster, destroying everything in her path just to see them suffer. that calm look in their eyes did settle her, but only for a day or so. she loved fear. she herself was never afraid, what did she have to lose? that fearful look made her feel dominant, like she was an heir like she damn well should have been. she should have been so much more.
Personality: she doesn't really feel emotions, its as if her heart has been ripped from her chest. she only gets a high from the pain of others, and she only feels calm once she's taken the life of something. she's insane. she won't stop at anything to get what she wants. she's got a strong will, and very hard headed, literally. i'm not sure it's possible to destroy her. she laughs at pain, she's stared down death. death has become her friend. its like a drug, something she can't live without. she's physically and mental very strong, much stronger than someone her size should be. she needs to be in charge of a situation, if she doesn't strike fear into whomever she's around it drives her mad. she's never really had that happen before. she speaks more now than she did as a yearling, but she isn't very talkative. when she does speak its straight forward, she doesn't sugar coat things, she tells it like it is. and boy when she talks you had better listen, because usually her beautiful voice is the last thing you'll hear. she's quick to cut someone down and put them in their place below her. she doesn't feel emotional pain its like shes been exposed to it so long shes become numb to it. her name perfectly describes her, insane.
