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D i s c o m b o b u l a t e
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My Chemical Romance • Korn • Mindless Self Indulgence • System of a Down • The Agonist • Adam Lambert • Green Day • The Haunted • Tool

Repo! The Genetic Opera - Get Smart (the new movie) - Elf - Jaws - The Shining - The Exorcist 

Fourteen Horses
Seven Mares || Seven Stallions
Nine Darks || Three Neutral || Two Light
||One Expecting||

Antoinette, Astraeus, Bellatrixa, Caius, Chrysanthemum, Devonwell, Eros, Harlequin, Laoch, Noelani, Scarecrow, Sinnamon, Stetson, Torcha

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Name||
Chrysanthemum aka 'Chrysathe'  
Name Meaning|| 
Italian for 'a family of 30+ flowers'
Age|| 
35 Winters -- immortal
Gender|| 
Feminine
Breed|| 
Reaper (100%)
Height|| 
14 HH even
Coat|| 
9
Markings|| 
She has some white blanketing around the rump, with White stockings on the back legs that come just above the hocks. Black 'eyeliner' around the eyes. Pink socks come just below the knee
Marking Description|| 
(I just put the same thing XD)
She has some white blanketing around the rump, with White stockings on the back legs that come just above the hocks. Black 'eyeliner' around the eyes. Pink swirls tie around the front legs like ribbons.
Mane|| 
Flaxen (WAY faded 13)with a pink(7) streak by the withers. The mane is wavy but it falls down to her jugular, there are also two chrysanthemum flowers (that aren't completely shriveled) in her mane.
Tail|| 
ditto, but there are pink (7) streaks throughout the whole tail. The tail also is very wavy and is unusually long, dragging on the ground 4 inches even though she carries it as an Arabian does
Eyes|| 
12 with some streaks of 11 and 9
Hooves|| 
5
Heritage|| 
Regular family (though she can act like royalty at times)
Diet|| 
Carnivorous && Blood Drinker
Personality||  
 Chrysanthe has very devious thoughts, the fae is a complete whore and loves sex. She often pretends to be a poor ignorant mare, and let's stags 'rape' her, just so she can kill them after, drink the blood and devour the carcass. She loves to kill anything and everyone, though she has a straight enough mind to not just go about killing her family, friends, and superiors. As stated before, Chrysanthemum is a whore, and she is always all over the brutes, she doesn't give a damn about the offspring, since she just kills them before they are born with her own powers (this is very useful to the small femme). She will often think, 'Well, I will have sex with that ignorant fool, since he thinks it's vise versa, then I will just kill him and the child!' she could care less about their pathetic lives! She can have a very ignorant, bubbly, and very 'sweet' facade, but she is very intellegent.The fae has a very proper way of speaking though, which is slightly odd for her personality. 
Image/Reference|| 
COMING VERY SOON
Powers||
+ Invading Dreams
+ Killing With The Look or Touch
+ Disappearing 
+ Venom

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Name:
Stetson
Breed:
Egyptian Arabian
Gender:
Stag
Age:
Four Winters
Height:
14.4 HH
Coat Colour:
Faded brown
Mane Colour:
Darker brown with some lighter brown and coppery highlights
Tail Colour:
Ditto :3
Eye Colour:
Deep chocolate with amber flecks
Markings:
Small star on forehead.
Left front sock.
Right hind sock
Image:
COMING VERY SOON
Alliance:
Dark
History: 
Like a faint daydream, fogged out by the years of darkness, all he remembered of his past foal life, were shadows leaving, fading into the dim grey morning. 
And he was alone. Forced to live a life of solitude, the dark future of his upcoming inner soul and disorders started to build upon his back. 
He talked randomly to himself, finding that he was his only company for years. Schizophrenia started to fill his mind, often making him yell and scream at the silent air. 
Then something changed. A figure, lean and beautiful galloped into his life. And all his troubles faded into the dying horizon. He loved her, and then she went away, gone forever. And he thought there was something wrong with him. He searched and searched, but then, out of the blue, he searched no more. Stetson came to a conclusion that love was terrible. He refused to be loved and refused to give any affection to others. 
His schizophrenia returned, and with it, came a bi-polar disorder. 
He would often be depressed, then go into a violent, hyper mode. 

Many stayed away, scared by his radical behavior. 
Nobody dared to look past the psychotic costume the misunderstood soul was trapped in. 
Personality: 
M. I. S. U. N. D. E. R. S. T. O. O. D.

The stag is a quiet, dark soul, not importing or exporting a single drop of love. He often acts violently, especially when he is in a tense situation. His heart is noticeably dark, no love to be found on the surface. But deep within him, there is only a weak equine, dying to be let out of this terrible and ghastly costume. If you want to really see what Stetson is, it will take time, like trying to recover long lost history. 
Stetson doesn't give a care of what you think of him, but when he is alone in solitude, he doesn't hold enough self-esteem. His hypocritical, bi-polar personality is often explained by him schizophrenic out-bursts.
But no one really knows if this is true, or if it is just his past. 

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Name:
Devonwell 
Breed:
Hanoverian
Gender:
Brute
Age:
9 Summers
Height:
16.3 HH
Coat Colour:
The darkest of ebonies
Mane Colour
Ebony with a silver streak by the withers.
Tail Colour:
Ebony
Eye Colour:
The left is an icy blue with a brown spot on the bottom left corner due to a small genetic mutation, while the other is a deep inviting brown.
Markings:
An ivory blaze with the top leanig to the left side, while it flows downinto a pink snip covering his whole muzzle and stopping at the end of his lower lip. The ebony stag also has four white socks that remain an inch below the knows and a few inches below the hock.
Image:

Alliance:
Neutral, but leans toward the light side.
History: 
 Of origins created by human guidance, Devonwell came into the world in a prestigious dressage barn in the Netherlands. As a young foal, his wise mother taught him everything he needed to know, showing him the truly correct way he should treat others. Devonwell was always a very loyal colt, strictly keeping himself from dishonoring anything he was told to or not to do. Though, the darkened young boy was very curious of various things, he quickly learned to ignore these things and to focus on important things in life, as if his thoughts were meaningless things to the humans (which most of them were).

 As he grew, the humans started to handle him, which wasn't a The ebony colt was properly sculpted into a champion dressage horse, exceeding the human's high expectations of him in Prix St. George dressage. After his ninth birthday, the humans decided to send the stag to southern Italy for further training. Unfortunately, a merciless storm thrashed the plane, sending it past their destination, and forcing it into the waters of the Mediterranean Sea. Though, for some very curious reason, the charcoal brute survived this tragic affair, the cruel waves swept him to the Isola, as if destiny was calling him, for a second chance at life due to the loyal life he kept so strictly tied to his inner soul.
Personality: 
  As a young foal, the ebony brute was taught that his thoughts were diminutive to all who were superior to him, making him into a 'follower' horse. He is a very learned equine though, since his mother crammed every bit of knowledge into his young mind before he was going to be taken to Italy. He is very loyal if under rule, and listens to every command given (unless it's a devious act though, since the stag wouldn't dare hurt a fly unless completely necessary). Devonwell loves to learn, and that is what made him such a great dressage horse, he loves to bathe himself in information, and he is very curious about most things. He adores to ask questions and though his mother taught him that was wrong, it wasn't. This was the one thing he let himself forget about. 

 Devonwell also likes to explore, though he never did much since he lived in a pasture only for a month with a few other warmbloods in the Netherlands. Though he almost always shows a lifeless, loyal facade, Devonwell would prefer if he could be slightly independent, rather than always cling to the support of a herd, so he could adventure and gather information every once in a while.

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Name:
Bellatrixa (aka Bellatrix or Bella)
Breed:
Cavallo Dell'Isola 
Gender:
Fae
Age:
4 Autumns
Height:
14.4 HH
Coat Colour:
Grulla
Mane Colour:
Greyed brown with different shades of purple riddled throughout it.
Tail Colour:
Same as above, but a few faded pink streaks hidden within the purple.
Eye Colour:
Ice blue
Markings:
A snip on her right nostril and strange piercings on her ears.
Image:
horsecolors.us/dilutions/champagne/images/Vanzi%20Te%20N%20Te%20Glo.jpg
Alliance:
Neutral 
History: 
 The fae was born on the Isola, but strangely, her mother never let her explore the terra they lived on (even though Bella was a very adventurous  fae). As she was sheltered from the Isola, her mother taught her how to survive and how to behave like a proper mare (which to her mother was to let stags dominate them). Bellatrixa was discusted by this, why would she let some stupid brute dominate her?! As she grew older, her mother grew ill, and even though Bella helped heal her, she rebelled against her mother and fled from the strange things that her mother tried to teach her. She slowly started exploring this curious terra. She started learning from various horses  about the different things on the Isola, though it was odd that she could learn from the Reapers and Grims without being killed. 

 As she grew older, she had explored the whole island, staying completely elusive unless she wanted to learn from the other equines. She finally decided she would rather stay in a herd, but be able to leave and come return as she pleased, than reside in a herd completely, which would constrict her from exploring the Isola alone.
Personality: 
 Bellatrixa is a very adventurous mare, she hates to stay in one place for too long. She adores traveling and learning the history of various lands. She is an extrovert, she loves to socialize with any living thing she sees, though she has the discipline to keep herself from doing so, since that can easily get her killed.  She also likes to attempt some dangerous things, since her mother never allowed her to. 

 If you were ever to meet her, this fae has a very bright gleam in her icy blue orbs and she has a confident expression, and she is hot-headed enough that she will stand up for herself if you upset her. Bella loves to tease other horses, which has often nearly gotten herself killed or seriously injured since she seems to lack an 'off button'. 

 Bellatrixa had a secret soft spot for young or injured animals, she loves to care for them, but she usually doesn't allow herself to since she will consume herself in trying to figure out a every way possible to help and care for them.

 The mare usually has a tough facade, since she strongly believes that she has control over herself and nobody can ever change that.

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[bg=#3333FF] **Edit to Seraphina** Name: Noelani aka 'Lani' Gender: Fea Age: Nine Springs Height: 14.5 HH Coat Colour: Palomino Marking Colour(s): Dark blue and incandescent white Description of Markings: The fea has some Dark blue brindling by her withers and below her stifles down to her hocks, and from the bottom of her front elbows to the tops of her knees. she also has a white splash over the front of her face, in between her ocules. Mane Colour: Different shades of blue, it falls down to her front fetlocks Tail Colour: Ditto, but it drags about two or three feet on the ground. Eye Colour: Deep azure Hooves: Grey ((Insert saying here))

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Name | |
H a r l e q u i n
'Quinn'
Name Meaning | | 
In varied colors, or a mute character that usually dresses in masks and diamond-patterned clothing.
Age | | 
Seventynine Springs (Immortal)
Gender | | 
Feminine
Breed | | 
Reaper | Chickao 
Height | | 
14.8 HH
Coat | | 
Black Roan
Markings | | 
Black | White 
Marking Description | | 
Black roan sabino with an off hind and near fore stockings, near hind and off fore fetlocks, on inside rear hind leg, on off knee, on off side, under jaws, on lower lip, a blaze and a mixed tail
Mane | | 
Mixed white/black | Six | Sixteen
Tail | | 
Black | Six | Sixteen
Eyes | | 
Nine
Hooves | | 
Five
Heritage | | 
Sired by a Reaper brute due to the force breeding of a Chickao fea, Quinn was 'trained' by her father after he killed her mother as a very young foal. She was taught the ways of the Reapers, then after she came of age, Harlequin's Chikao powers came in. She killed her father after realizing that she would be so much better off without him.
Diet | | 
Omnivorous
Personality | |  
 Inheriting powers from both of her Elemental parents, Harlequin uses this to her advantage. Her wisdom shows her images of the future and the past, which she uses to mentally write her personal 'hit list'. She usually isn't the killing just for the hell of it type, especially without some sort of strategy, she likes to make it in the most painful manner that she could possibly think of, which is quite enjoyable to her since she has the gift of wisdom from her Chikao heritage. And Quinn doesn't just kill anyone, she prefers to kill off those who might have already badly influenced her or might effect her in the future. She can also convince anyone that she isn't that bad, until they actually get to know her. She's sick, twisted, and doesn't give any sort of care about what anyone else thinks of her.
Image/Reference | | 
{link} (ignore the horse's age, this is just a markings reference)
Powers | |

{Reaper}
- Invading Dreams
- Controlling Souls
- Venom
- Transferring Spirits

{Chikao}
-Knows about all history from the past (Includes events all over the world, such as World War II)
-Know how to heal, kill, and give life in many ways
-Have knowledge of just about everything (even humans)
-They only dream of the past (world history)
-Knows the future, but don't say anything about it, otherwise history on the isle may change and not lay out like it is supposed to. 
-Can learn to copy other Herds' powers if they are exposed to them.

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Full Name: Caius [Or Casper by those who know him well and want to annoy the shit out of him XDD]
Age: Twelve Winters
Gender: Stallion
Breed: 50% Konjou, 50% Belgian Warmblood
Height: 17.6 HH
Coat Color: Cremello
Marking Color(s): N/A
Markings Description: N/A
Mane Color: Twenty-Four
Tail Color: Twenty-Four
Eye Color: Very pale nine, which is almost a light grey.
Hoof Color: Grey-Brown
Image: HERE
Other: He is reckless, uncaring, cruel, murderous, blunt…Take your pick. He will revel in your desires to pick me apart and feed him to the crows. That is, if he doesn't get you first.

He is a stag of very little patience. Kindness does not come easily to him. He cares for a very small number of things in this world. Vengeance, peace of mind, his pride. Your opinion does not matter.

He has no interest in this superficial nonsense of your bustling ever-crowded world. He cares little for those around him who are really just there for a meaningless span of time.

That should be more than enough for any man.