Post by fleabittengray on May 6, 2012 8:02:54 GMT -5
the world around me
has taken a turn for the worst
basic information[/font]name; Underoathphysical details
gender; xy
age; Six Years, Seven Months
alliance; Light
sexuality; Heterosexual
breed; Arabian x Shire x Thoroughbred x Mustang x Quarter Horse
height; 19personality depths[/font]
coloration; Dappled Gray (Black)
markings; Dapples
mane; White
tail; White
hooves; White
eyes; Brown
scars; --
physical health; 100%
traits; Beware the one with dappled pelt and mocha eyes. Locked inside, lurking just beneath his gray exterior, waits an assassin seeking revenge. The beast is not the type to care if he hurts someone, unless they give him a damn good reason to do so. In the Light brute's eyes, the only thing that comes from caring about someone is hurt. Not a fan of pain, he tries to avoid falling for anyone, or letting anyone fall for him. His greatest fear is love. It has slapped him hard across the face multiple times, never doing an ounce of good in his life. Allowing yourself to get close to him is setting the both of you up for disaster. Do not allow yourself to fall for his words, or his charm, or his flattery. Rarely will he mean anything by his words. He simply attempts to be nice, to encourage others to come under his protection, so that he may give someone a good home - something he failed at doing before, but is determined to do now. Anyone under him, anyone who decides to call him their leader and protector, can be sure that he will do everything in his power to take care of them. Otherwise, he'll never be able to prove to himself that he belongs here, alive and breathing, and not rotting in Hell for not being there in time. Though he is a rather large boy, Underoath adores foals. You could say they are one of the reasons he is still here, defending the world of Lights, because the thought of more foals dying, being killed, and enslaved just makes him sick.family bonds[/font]
mental health; 100%
history; Underoath grew up in a dysfunctional family, where alliances didn't matter, because everyone within the herd fought and made separate alliances within their alliances. Underoath, being the Prince, was supposed to be in charge of keeping everyone in order, but he had been very young back then and didn't know what to do. His father wasn't the type to help him out and teach him things, and his mother was a sickly mare who only wanted Underoath to help raise her daughter, the Princess. Not wanting his full-blood sister to have to deal with everything he did while growing up, Underoath would always take the time to play with her and show her around. Eventually, other foals began to gather around him, and he became the unofficial babysitter. It was a bit comical, seeing this gigantic beast playing around with tiny foals, but females his age loved it. Back then, he would flirt a bit, and he always blamed himself for what happened. Underoath's father arranged for him to meet a mare from a neighboring herd, in an attempt to form an alliance. Underoath didn't want to go, because he hated leaving the foals, but eventually went to go meet her. They hit it off pretty well, but everything changed once Underoath got home. Darks had taken away every foal in the herd, and killed half of the older horses, and seriously wounding the others - no one lived. But the worst thing was the Darks had left his sister, the Princess, blinded with all legs broken, laying there to die. He didn't even get to say goodbye. She was gone by the time he got to her. After that day, everything changed. He hated his family for not being strong enough to defend themselves, and hated Darks for going this to his sister and the other foals, and hated everyone else for not helping. He vowed revenge, and will stick to that promise.
When he got to Wild Equines, he challenged for a land and got it, Desolate Earth. He then ran into a Dark mare, RagTag Princess, and raped her, resulting in his first daughter, Street Rat.
He and Rigor Mortis had met about two years ago in the Free Lands. Rigor, the Helkaer Commander, had caught Underoath in the aftermath of a kill and must have missed his anti-Dark speech that came before his victim's brutal murder. Rigor has mistaken him for a Dark and, being the manipulative bastard that he was, Oath had gone along with the assumption. They had conversed, with Oath feeding the other brute a story of how he had been a Dark prince and been kicked out of his herd for multiple rapes and murders. He had crafted a story laced with bloodshed and horrible acts of darkness and, incredibly enough, the thoroughbred had believed him. Oath had wanted to laugh in his face and mock him for his easily tricked mind but he had kept a straight face, asking questions about Rigor in return. He found out that he was a member of the Helkaer, the leader, in fact, and went on to explain just what exactly the Helkaer were. Oath had felt his blood boil at the explanation but he remained calm, instead chuckling and saying that the group sounded like fun. Rigor had invited him to visit some time and Oath had taken him up on the offer.
The two had continued their conversation from before. Oath talked about his fictional days as a Dark prince and Rigor explained more about the Helkaer. He spoke of the other members and when Oath found out how many of them there were he was disgusted. But then the commander mentioned something that really got his attention. He spoke of a group of Lights, the Versai, who were against everything the Helkaer stood for. Rigor spoke of them with distaste and amusement and Oath had asked all the questions he could think of, pretending to only be curious because he, too, was amused by them. HIs acting must have been believable because the bay believed every word that he said. By the time Oath left, he had a head full of information on both groups and a plan forming in his mind. He wanted to bring the filthy Helkaer down and help the Versai become the rulers of Wild Equines. But he couldn't do it alone. He needed help.
It was all part of his plot to bring the Helkaer down, a plot he had talked about and planned with the help of the Versai sister Allocen. He also met with another Helkaer, Wight Spyder. During this time, he raped three other Dark mares - Nikolai the Woundtaker, Saint Lerjae, and Hollywood Horror, producing the foals Jinxx, Albion, and Julius. While lurking around various Dark lands, he ran into a stallion by the name of Sanctio est Liberi Dies and convinced the brute to repent and join the Light alliance, offering him a rank as a warrior in Desolate Earth as long as he went to the Versai to be cleansed.
Aranu, the King of the Lights at the time, came for a visit and introduced himself to Oath. Oath told him of how he viewed the Darks and, though the King did not agree with what Oath stood for, the two became good acquaintances and allies.
Albion was stolen by the Dark Queen at the time, Tainted Love, but was kept only about a week before returning home due to the mare disappearing.
parents;social ties[/font]
Unknown: Dappled Gray (Black)
Unknown: Dappled Gray (Black)
siblings;Emilia(younger sister)
extended family; --
children; Street Rat (daughter, x Ragtag),Jinxx(daughter, x Nikolai the Woundtaker), Albion (son, x Saint Lerjae), Julius (son, x Hollywood Horror)
herd; Desolate Earthadditional information[/font]
rank; Leader
mate; --
friend; Sanctio Est Liberi Dies, Allocen, Aranu
tolerated; --
disliked; --
enemy; Rigor Mortis, Wight Spyder, Nikolai the Woundtaker, Saint Lerjae, Hollywood Horror
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actions; Light Sea Green
voice; Black
muse; High
playlist; Anyone Can Dig A Hole But It Takes A Real Man To Call It Home - Underoath
pictures;
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