Post by cheezwizzard on Feb 26, 2012 4:06:08 GMT -5
FEVER
"Ashes, Ashes, We all Fall Down."
"Ashes, Ashes, We all Fall Down."
NAME • Fever
SPECIES • Equine
BREED • Anglo Arab x Saddlebred
AGE • 4
GENDER • Female
SEXUALITY • Straight.
PERSONALITY •Oh Fever. She has quite a personality that may scare you away, so be warned. Fever, in one word, is sadistic. She isn't what you would call normal. She attacks anything slightly innocent or annoying and kills whenever she is bored. Fever lusts after blood, whether it be equine or some other speices. At a glance she seems childish, innocent, and naive but she is the opposite. Fever never was innocent or naive but when her wish was granted she would act childish. Fever is a killer bitch. And she admits it, unlike other stuck up mares who draw a line between them and her. Fever adores revenge, whether it's her own or just someone who needs help revenging(?). A major flaw to Fever's personality is her mouth. She is sarcastic, a smart ass, and big mouthed. She will boast and doesn't mind showing off. She isn't humble or patient and is quite impulsive. Fever often makes brash descions without thinking things too and will often insult several animals/ideas in one sentence if she isn't careful. She gets amused easily and enjoys watching fights as much as participating in one. Even though she has a big mouth, Fever is extremely clever but she doesn't use her intelligence for good and often destroys things with it. Another trait is she is as stubborn as a mule. Fever never requests help and looks down on people who do.
LIKES • 001. Fighting 002. Chaos 003. Males 004. Blood
DISLIKES • 001. Peace 002. Foals 003. Mares
WEAKNESSES • 001. Her mouth 002. Patience
STRENGTHS • 001. Sarcasm 002. Fighting 003. Flirting
FEARS • 001. Love 002. Not Being Known
APPEARANCE •Fever is pretty in a very obvisous way that jumps out when you meet her. Fever's liver chestnut coat isn't rare or very unique, neither are her acid green pools, yet you can't help but notic her features when you come face to face. Her acid green pools are framed with thick, long, black eyelashes and her coat is extremely dark with a sheen to it. She stands at 16 hands and is an Anglo Arab x Saddlebred. Her body is made up like an Anglo Arab but her movements and ears are the ones of a saddlebred. Her favorite feature are her eyes and her tassels, due to the fact they hardly tangle.
PELT COLOR • A chocolate coat with a shine to it. NOT metallic. Often called chocolate palomino
EYE COLOR • Acid Green
HEIGHT • 16 hands
WEIGHT • Anout 1,000 lbs.
BUILD • Stocky. Long back and legs, strong bone, prom. Withers. Head isn't as dished as an Arab's. Long neck, large almond shaped ears.
SCARS? • Not much about 5 maybe?
MARKINGS • None
HISTORY •Like most pychos, the problem started in childhood. Except her parents weren't like her. Haha! You expected some dark story about how her screwed up parents made her screwed up! HAHA! No it was quite the opposite. She grew up in a large herd, full of other horses, all of them good hearted. She was the princess of the herd and had foals kissing the turf she walked on. Fillies became her maids while colts were free to whatever they pleased to try and win her affection or praise, a rare trophy. Soon, she had corrupted foals from nearby herds and her own to cause chaos. At first, it were little things. Disobeying the lead and wandering to far. That changed when Fever killed her first equine. She was barely a yearling when she was teaching how to punish a slave properly. The filly she killed was the underdog of the Fever's parent's herd and ultimately was going to die. All Fever did was speed up the process, right? Wrong. The minute that filly was struck in the head with a flint, was the minute Fever realized her true powers.
She tested these powers on adults and learned quickly there were something's she could do that terrified adults. She could make them live in their own personal hell with simple questions. What she seemed was the truth about life, when no body could answer her properly, Fever turned to experimentation on small creatures. This army of foals she had taken over and commanded was soon forgotten. Aiming to redeem themselves in her eyes, a large group of colts led a riot that slaughter three equines from a herd they had grown up in. Shocked but intrigued by this, Fever set off in search of causing chaos. The simplest way was start a war but Fever never went with something simple. It was all about divide and conquer. Fever had two ideas. One she caused civil problems, leading to mistrusting and fighting with in the herd making it very unstable. Option two. Take out the leads and watch the herd memebers run around like chickens with their heads cut off. Then there was wonderful, glorious idea three. Combine the two.
As she mused this over, Fever quickly learned she didn't care about herds or lands. It was about bloodshed. Starting with her mother she had her taken out by a group of colts before spreading a rumor through out the herd that the lead mare had run off with a rival herd stallion because the alpha had been trading information with rival herds in exchange for beautiful mares. She told her father the beta he had was a treacherous fool and his people had no respect. This followed suit in the other herds. By the time most foals were two and a half, it was a full on civil war. Finally a council was called together by the foals for all herds to meet and discuss their problems. Little did the primed equines know, they would die there. As soon as the herds were in a valley with only one entrance, Fever began the attack. Every where young horses from the age of two to four reared, bucked, kicked, and nipped. In less then three hours the massacre was over. Being the pycho she was, Fever killed her guards and escaped the valley, completely unharmed.
She traveled around for a year and a half until settling here for a permanent home.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE •Fever watched the massacre from the top of the valley. Colts of fillies of every breed, color, and age had began to circle the herd. Soon, some colts darted in to the center where the herd leaders gathered, trying to calm the equines. Unlucky horses at the edge of the circle had dropped faster then a horse gobbling up a rare apple. Oh how great it was. The two year old led out a mocking laugh. As the colts reached the center, the leads dropped like stones as they panicked and tried to escape. Oh it was lovely. The screams echoed and in a strange, sadistic way it was poetic. And romantic. With slightly evil, yet fully sadistic smile she turned towards her guards.
Each was picked by her own hand. Six of them, all brawny and no brain. With a cheeky grin, she pranced towards the nearest. He was nearly 15 hands. And muscles every where. If she had an actual fan club, he would defiantly be the president. Oh how silly the male speices could be. As if she would ever be intrested. Mates and children were at the bottom of her to do list. Fever smiled suggestively and motioned to a rock where they could have a private "conversation". Convo her ass. This pretty girl needed more blood shed to taint her record.
-One Hour Later- Around her the bodies of her guards lay, each with a different fatal wound. Haha. Wih an innocent smile she skipped away to find a new land to ruin.
