Bazyli
Jul 28, 2012 19:15:26 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2012 19:15:26 GMT -6
Name: Bazyli (Meaning Royalty)
Gender: Male
Age (yr 2): 7
Region: Southern
Physical Appearance: Monstrous in size. A bit terrifying, he is large, very large. Standing at a shocking height of 19.1 hands, the 1 inch added really makes no difference as he is huge already. He is grey, grey looking as though it had faded into white. He is scarred though, his pelt is scattered with scars of war and vicious personality. His hooves are huge, they look as though they could be the size of dinner plates. He is a real world wonder, especially for a shire who usually reign in at 17 hands. He has a long mane and forelock, his forelock usually over his face and those black eyes. His hooves are heavily feathered and his muscles show clearly, he is massive, a big grey beast. Bulky and stronger than strong, he is one to be feared and he knows it. He uses his weight, and massive intimidating height and appearance to get what he wants. His mane and tail is a light gray as well, solidly the same color except for the darker scars that continuously rule his body, he is a creature to be feared.
Personality: Bazyli is more than a typical southern stallion. He is more sick minded, disgusting and horrid. He is always seeking war too, he enjoys the ring of the war call, and loves to cause others pain. He is emotionally messed up, and seeks revenge on the world itself. Nothing really happened to the stallion, he is just very strangely angered. With fierce determination to wreak havoc on the lands, he is an incredibly dangerous animal. His mind is the mind of a killer and he has the physical power to be one. Blood lust is a word to describe what this beast feels. He is blank to the world though, shields barring the inside of him. His eyes are always dull and blank, opaque, unless you catch that twinkle of malice and power. He is not known to smile, if he does it is sickening sneer of anger, malicious ways, and danger. One to run from, he takes his power by force, and most haven't heard him really speak unless it be orders or challenges. He is not scared to beat mares, or any creature, there is only one except he has to violence. Foals. Especially if it is from him, he will be not kind, but simply tolerant, and won't touch the foal violently. His mares should be afraid, as he has a very horrible temper if it peaks. He doesn't treat his mares with any feeling or kindness, if they should be good, they win a safe spot from any possible injuries. He is just a horrible creature, an eager fighter, and a monster.
History: Bazyli has been horrible from the start. He was born from pure bred shires, his father a southern leader, who was actually kind and his mother the best slave. So he granted her a gift, which was supposed to be Bazyli, but it was mostly for his father. Bazyli was anything but a gift, he was a curse. After the lead had had his son, he couldn't have any further bloodline expanded. He just couldn't have any more heirs. Bazyli was always a terrible colt. He used to run around, biting the mares aggressively and used to kick out at his father. Usually, such a horrible colt would be thrown out. But, his mother and father were determined that it was just a faze. It was not a faze, as he grew in years, he grew in size. Rapidly he gained height and muscle, packing on weight just from muscle itself. He grew to be worse, and got to the point where he would injure others for fun. Now, he was too large to throw out, he had outgrown his sire and it made him laugh knowing his old father was too weak to take him. His father should have kicked him out from the beginning, but their hope of it as a faze was wrong, and now they all just let him be, not wanting to cause more havoc than what had already been released. They let him stay in fear of him, in fear that if they tried to kick him out that he would kill them, not just one, but slowly pick off the mares that lacked size and his own father. Finally, after awhile, he had a thought. His fathers time on the throne had run out. He had basically been commanding everyone from fear, but he hadn't officially held the crown yet. And it was his time. One of the nights his father was patrolling the borders, making sure his lands were safe, when Bazyli approached him. He came out of the shadows and ambushed him, stating the same thing. Your time on the throne has run out. He fought with him, considerably easy due to his sire's old age, and killed him. He could have just chased him out, but he decided to kill him so he wouldn't come back. After that, he took over the land, stating the old king was dead, and now the land was his. Not only because he was the only heir, but because he had won them. Now, he rules his lands, seeking to rid the world of weakness, and to build a better empire than his sire.
(He isn't really going to be killing here, don't worry about that unless some plot is thrown up if someone wants to pick off a charrie, its just his mind and stuff, so don't worry.)
Gender: Male
Age (yr 2): 7
Region: Southern
Physical Appearance: Monstrous in size. A bit terrifying, he is large, very large. Standing at a shocking height of 19.1 hands, the 1 inch added really makes no difference as he is huge already. He is grey, grey looking as though it had faded into white. He is scarred though, his pelt is scattered with scars of war and vicious personality. His hooves are huge, they look as though they could be the size of dinner plates. He is a real world wonder, especially for a shire who usually reign in at 17 hands. He has a long mane and forelock, his forelock usually over his face and those black eyes. His hooves are heavily feathered and his muscles show clearly, he is massive, a big grey beast. Bulky and stronger than strong, he is one to be feared and he knows it. He uses his weight, and massive intimidating height and appearance to get what he wants. His mane and tail is a light gray as well, solidly the same color except for the darker scars that continuously rule his body, he is a creature to be feared.
Personality: Bazyli is more than a typical southern stallion. He is more sick minded, disgusting and horrid. He is always seeking war too, he enjoys the ring of the war call, and loves to cause others pain. He is emotionally messed up, and seeks revenge on the world itself. Nothing really happened to the stallion, he is just very strangely angered. With fierce determination to wreak havoc on the lands, he is an incredibly dangerous animal. His mind is the mind of a killer and he has the physical power to be one. Blood lust is a word to describe what this beast feels. He is blank to the world though, shields barring the inside of him. His eyes are always dull and blank, opaque, unless you catch that twinkle of malice and power. He is not known to smile, if he does it is sickening sneer of anger, malicious ways, and danger. One to run from, he takes his power by force, and most haven't heard him really speak unless it be orders or challenges. He is not scared to beat mares, or any creature, there is only one except he has to violence. Foals. Especially if it is from him, he will be not kind, but simply tolerant, and won't touch the foal violently. His mares should be afraid, as he has a very horrible temper if it peaks. He doesn't treat his mares with any feeling or kindness, if they should be good, they win a safe spot from any possible injuries. He is just a horrible creature, an eager fighter, and a monster.
History: Bazyli has been horrible from the start. He was born from pure bred shires, his father a southern leader, who was actually kind and his mother the best slave. So he granted her a gift, which was supposed to be Bazyli, but it was mostly for his father. Bazyli was anything but a gift, he was a curse. After the lead had had his son, he couldn't have any further bloodline expanded. He just couldn't have any more heirs. Bazyli was always a terrible colt. He used to run around, biting the mares aggressively and used to kick out at his father. Usually, such a horrible colt would be thrown out. But, his mother and father were determined that it was just a faze. It was not a faze, as he grew in years, he grew in size. Rapidly he gained height and muscle, packing on weight just from muscle itself. He grew to be worse, and got to the point where he would injure others for fun. Now, he was too large to throw out, he had outgrown his sire and it made him laugh knowing his old father was too weak to take him. His father should have kicked him out from the beginning, but their hope of it as a faze was wrong, and now they all just let him be, not wanting to cause more havoc than what had already been released. They let him stay in fear of him, in fear that if they tried to kick him out that he would kill them, not just one, but slowly pick off the mares that lacked size and his own father. Finally, after awhile, he had a thought. His fathers time on the throne had run out. He had basically been commanding everyone from fear, but he hadn't officially held the crown yet. And it was his time. One of the nights his father was patrolling the borders, making sure his lands were safe, when Bazyli approached him. He came out of the shadows and ambushed him, stating the same thing. Your time on the throne has run out. He fought with him, considerably easy due to his sire's old age, and killed him. He could have just chased him out, but he decided to kill him so he wouldn't come back. After that, he took over the land, stating the old king was dead, and now the land was his. Not only because he was the only heir, but because he had won them. Now, he rules his lands, seeking to rid the world of weakness, and to build a better empire than his sire.
(He isn't really going to be killing here, don't worry about that unless some plot is thrown up if someone wants to pick off a charrie, its just his mind and stuff, so don't worry.)