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Post by revolver on Dec 15, 2014 0:48:45 GMT -6
NAME. Shere Khan NICKNAME. Khan GENDER. Stallion BREED. ShireXQH SEASONS JOINED. -- Winter ALLIANCE. -- Envious AGE. -- 6 years PELT. Grullo Dun MANE. Black TAIL. Black MARKINGS. Dorsal stripe, and black bay-like markings on legs. SCARS. Multiple, the most prominent being four deep lines down his left flank, left by a mountain lion's claws. EYE COLOR. Bright blue (not all of my horses will have blue eyes I promise) HEIGHT. 17.2 hh MENTAL HEALTH. 100% PHYSICAL HEALTH. 100%
GENETICS. -- optional IMAGE. -- Shere Khan, particularly the one at the near bottom with him on his hind legs, his tail and mane swishing around. That is how I envision him.
PERSONALITY.
Manipulative: Khan is as sly and snake-like as they come. He is cunning, and his is highly disposed to using his silver tongue and deceitful ways to bring any and all to do his bidding. Very rarely does he find himself commanding his peers to do his bidding; he needs only suggest in just the right way, enticing them by way of offering rewards, or perhaps weaving his words to make the outcome of his desires seem advantageous. He can and will turn mate against mate, father against son, daughter against mother, if only he can twist their minds to see what he wishes them to see.
Liar: Khan is not trustworthy, at all. You will be hard-pressed to find truth in any of his promises, only fulfilling promises when they are to his benefit. He is such an accomplished liar, and calm in his deception. His eyes do not shift, his voice does not waver, nor does he hesitate or stumble with his words. He speaks his lies as others would the truth.
Treacherous: He will stab you in the back the moment it benefits him, and he will lose no sleep. Khan has no honor, nor does it hurt his feelings to be called out on it.
Arrogant: He is incredibly confident, to the point of flawed. He is intimidated by no one, so he at times fails to account for the strengths that others would possess. More than a few of his scars are the result of his constant underestimation of his enemies. He also does not listen to reason, even if it is wise. He sees himself as a genius. While he is intelligent, he is no where near as perfect as he sees himself to be.
Brutal: He is not opposed to violence, and he is not opposed to murder. He is clean and purposeful in his violence, however; he does not go on random killing sprees, as he sees them as messy and predictable. He is built like a tank with his muscular frame, sculpted and stocky like an overly tall Quarter Horse, with experience to boot. In his mind, how could he not put this to use?
Unpredictable: Which brings me to his net personality trait. He almost purposefully does the opposite of what others may expect, if only just to frustrate and fray their nerves. Sometimes even he cannot predict what he will do in the end, even if he has intricately planned his actions. He commits to nothing, and he will change his course on a whim.
Cares for One: Dark as he is, he has one soft spot: foals, particularly fillies. He is not overly affectionate: it is not his nature to be as loving as he once was. However, he is not quite so ruthless towards young foals. They remind him of his own darling Nyx, a bittersweet memory that brings him both pain and slight relief to the ice around his heart.
Vengeful: He hurts inwardly from his past, and he has everyone to blame for it. At least, he acts as if that is the case. He takes his pain and agony from his nightmares out on all around him. It is the base reason for the way he is.
Angst: What he hides so deeply, is that he hurts so badly. Every night he sees his family, his mate, and his Nyx in his nightmares. There is no respite from these tortures for him. Of course, he would be so hard-pressed to let any sort of equine see this side of him, or see him in any sort of weakness. He is much too prideful for being so ope. Nonetheless, he is in perpetual pain and cannot seem, for all of the passed years, to move forward from those terrible events in his life no matter how hard he tries.
HISTORY.
Believe it or not, Khan was born into a herd made of mostly lights and neutrals, even leaning more towards the pure side. His own parents were light, and he was raised as such. In those times, his name was Octavius. Oh, he was the most charming colt. He flirted with all of the fillies, and he was ever the gentleman. He upheld chivalrous values, bring apples to young fillies and play-fighting with his male herdmates. He did have such a light, wonderful heart. Up until his first years, he loved any and all. His parents showered him with affection, and he wanted for nothing. He had wonderful friends, family, and he was thought to be one of the kindest of yearlings.
At the age of three, he fell head over heels for a flea-bitten mare named Caroline. He adored her so, her delicate frame born of Arabian lineage, Quarter Horse lines showing through not enough to disrupt her dished head and refined frame, but just enough to lend her a sturdiness and a boost to her height. She was as charming as he, her voice sounding of bells, her mane and tail flowing like a creamy silk. She adored him, as well. They spent all of their days together, playing in pools, dining together, and sleeping together. When he was with his Caroline, he saw no other mares, and all stresses of the world could be shood away just walking beside her.
He eventually bred the mare, and she gave him the most beautiful filly. He loved his daughter; she was born the deepest of blacks, not a single white mark on her body. He appropriately named her Nyx, and Caroline heartily agreed. She was as if a drop of pristine night had fallen from the sky, taking the shape of a filly that was shaped like her mother. What stood out, however, were they icy blue eyes that she got from her father. He took her and her mother everywhere, never letting either of them out of her sight. He eventually became next in line for the leader of his herd, and Caroline was to be the lead mare. His life was wonderful, and it was complete.
He had begun to notice that Caroline began steadily growing distant. He found himself watching over Nyx himself, having to hunt Caroline down himself to remind her to watch out for their daughter. She would stutter in her explanations for her absence, her stories wavering in consistency. She was searching for food, she was find a new place to sleep, she was exploring...needless to say, he became suspicious.
One morning, he woke to find no sign of Caroline, which was becoming unsettlingly common....although, this time, Nyx was gone as well, whereas usually she slept by his side. He felt his heart skip a beat as he threw himself to his feet, promptly shoving off forward to begin a frantic search. It was hours before he heard a familiar, feminine voice...along with a masculine one. He burst forward to find Caroline standing with a large, liver bay brute; he caressed her neck, whispered in her ear. As Caroline saw him, she froze. His heart was broken, and it manifested in a frightening rage. He screamed at her, only to be shoved aside by the bay stallion. He smelled blood on the male's breath; this stallion was a sinister beast. How had she fallen into his grasp? After a battle, he laid the stallion into the ground, taking from him his life. When he turned on Caroline, she was frozen in fear. All he could do was scream: where was Nyx? Where was his daughter? Caroline became yet more afraid, agony and shame behind her eyes as crystal tears welled in her dark eyes. Octavius almost faltered; he would have before, but he could not quite bring himself from his fury. She stuttered forth a string of broken apologies, arousing nervousness in Octavius. He became frantic shoving her aside before searching more himself. He began catching his young filly's scent...and blood. Before long, he found his Nyx lying dead on the ground, splayed on her side.
Never have you heard a cry more full of broken agony than came forth from Octavius that day. He turned immediately on Caroline, it was her doing. She had allowed that bay brute to kill her foal with a promise of power, love, and wealth; moreso, he said, than Octavius could provide. He killed Caroline that day, and her cries had fallen on deaf ears. That day broke him: it broke his mind, his spirit, his heart. No one as to be trusted, he thought. No one was to be cared for, loved, adored. He returned to his herd a different stallion. He had a crazed rage in his eyes as he began explaining to his herd the tragedy. Although, they were not so sympathetic as he had hoped. They saw his heartache, the stains of his tears...but they also saw the hate, and anger. He was unstable, they said. He could no longer lead. Besides, he now had no lead mare....he could not be the king without his queen, and anger such as his had no place in their herd. So, they rejected him. It hurt him further, and he felt betrayed. His own herd, his family, had turned him away in his greatest hour of need for protocol.
So he killed them, but not outright. He would wait in the shadows, lure them away. One he would draw into the darkness with curiosity, others he would manipulate away from the herd with fear. He would bring mountain lions to the herd, bears...he would draw them to pursue him, and he would lead them to the herd, where they would prey on the weaker mares or smaller stallions. The last lingering ones, he would ambush in the night. He was not unscathed; at times, the beasts he led to the herd would reach him with their claws before he reached the other horses, and he had gashes inflicted upon his chest and shoulders by his herdmates who had fought back. He became Shere Khan, the tiger in one of the stories his mother had told him, an old jungle legend (OOC: teehee). But in the end, he murdered them all. It was wrong, heinous, dark....and he cared not, because they had cared not. And he cares nevermore. But, he will never forget his darling Nyx.
LOVES. Revenge, power, shadows, fighting, Nyx HATE. Being deceived (ironic, right?), being thwarted in his own deception, weakness, mares trying to "fix him" FEARS. Falling in love and the past being repeated, losing another child, although he would NEVER admit to these. HOPES. He has none, really. His hopes were once to have a family with Caroline, and become lead stallion with her and Nyx by her side.
HOMELAND. -- none, but he intends to claim the open Envious land (assuming it is open?) RANK. -- none yet, hoping soon to be lead stallion MATE. -- Caroline (deceased) FOALS. -- Nyx (deceased) SIRE. -- Hurricane DAM. -- Rayne SIBLINGS. -- none
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Post by Kristen on Dec 15, 2014 13:29:44 GMT -6
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