Morbid Angel
Feb 28, 2010 12:51:39 GMT -5
Post by spirit1 on Feb 28, 2010 12:51:39 GMT -5
Full Name: Lord Cian Cathal Lorcán the 3rd
Nickname: Morbid Angel or Sainmhíniú aingeal
Age: time has forgotten him...
Breed: Gypsy Vanner Cob
Coat: dark brown black at points
Height: 15.3hh
Personality: HA! lets just say his looks betray his true self.
History:
Its not the first time hes wished to understand the answer for the mishaps he was cursed with. A stallion with such beauty and elegance, outcast... why? He refused to partake in inbreeding. Sons and daughters he was forced to foal, each one more morbidly disgusting than the last! He had enough and ran, ran from the herd he was born to. Fell in love with a friesian mare and a Irish Cob they gave him beautiful foals. But given time his mental state deteriorated the mares he loved found him half dead and over time he turned into his own deranged father beating his mares within inches of loosing their lives. He was glade when they left, as soon as he saw red he wished for blood and if they got in his way he knew that one day he would go too far. The night they snuck away he fought within himself to keep his psychotic side at bay long enough for them to escape... he failed, catching one of his foals he killed her. It was as if he watched his self, completely unable to take control and do something only onlooking tearfully as his morbid body drunk the blood of his barely alive daughter.
Loneliness and sadness soon took grip of the rest of his life, he would force breed then leave for good reason too so he felt. It wasn't until he wondered so far without a drop of life saving liquid that he was forced to cross paths with a Clydesdale Shire cross stallion, black as midnight, powerful presence and just as impressive confirmation with muscles covering ever inch of his body. With the little glimpse he got of his savior he awoke the next morning beside a watering hole and fresh supply of apples by his side. Not one bit of him understood why the stranger saved him, he wished in himself he died, but he was saved for a reason unbeknown to him. At approaching the watering hole he was met by other horses, they cast their stares and other stallions try to look impressive, he wanted no quarrel but he got caught in the middle. As soon as he saw red he blacked out only to awake the next moment the watering pool stained red and dead equines all around. Running he ran forever and a day.
What became of him?! He had turned into a blood thirsty killer. It didn't take long for him to let the darkness take over, he emerged himself in such dark arts, he wanted nothing to do with other equines and they made it clear by outcasting him turning him into a rogue. Maybe it was written in the stars he would share the same such fate as that powerful Omen that saved him once before. They crossed paths once again, from once in the past in Spain, to then in Latvia. This time even his darker side seemed to bow in his presence and so they became good friends for the time they traveled together. It was after they went their seprate ways that fates hand dealt him death and so his reborn name was fitting, Morbid Angel. Those who knew him before that rogue name know his true calling but he will never introduce himself as it, not now. He traveled into Russia keeping away from other equines... they all got intrigued of his silent presence at some point... and when that point came he killed then moved to another land. Asia, China, Korea, India, Arabia, Turkey, Greece, Italy, France, England. He traveled everywhere! It wasnt until he went to explore the bridge between Isreal and Egypt that he passed onto hell. He remembers the attack. He was just off from the gulf of Suez when the attack happened it was from behind and a precise bite into his neck to bring him down though the predator chased him for a good 40 yards till snapping his cannonball bringing him down he knew it was over and with no struggle he gave in. Bared from entering heaven like his Omen they meant once again in Hell. Its been too long since then.
Time flew past and it was a matter of waking up with rotting bones the next. He finished his travel, made it into Africa explored everywhere from the plains where the Lions ruled to the mountains in Morocco. Of course he killed when he got back, old habits die hard! Now he is back for revenge, he did not ask for this curse and yet still equines do not accept our mentality, he will make their lives hell once again... with or without the help of other Vanner ancestors like him. Only one will bring him down, but will his old friend truly be so cruel??
Picture:
Nickname: Morbid Angel or Sainmhíniú aingeal
Age: time has forgotten him...
Breed: Gypsy Vanner Cob
Coat: dark brown black at points
Height: 15.3hh
Personality: HA! lets just say his looks betray his true self.
History:
Its not the first time hes wished to understand the answer for the mishaps he was cursed with. A stallion with such beauty and elegance, outcast... why? He refused to partake in inbreeding. Sons and daughters he was forced to foal, each one more morbidly disgusting than the last! He had enough and ran, ran from the herd he was born to. Fell in love with a friesian mare and a Irish Cob they gave him beautiful foals. But given time his mental state deteriorated the mares he loved found him half dead and over time he turned into his own deranged father beating his mares within inches of loosing their lives. He was glade when they left, as soon as he saw red he wished for blood and if they got in his way he knew that one day he would go too far. The night they snuck away he fought within himself to keep his psychotic side at bay long enough for them to escape... he failed, catching one of his foals he killed her. It was as if he watched his self, completely unable to take control and do something only onlooking tearfully as his morbid body drunk the blood of his barely alive daughter.
Loneliness and sadness soon took grip of the rest of his life, he would force breed then leave for good reason too so he felt. It wasn't until he wondered so far without a drop of life saving liquid that he was forced to cross paths with a Clydesdale Shire cross stallion, black as midnight, powerful presence and just as impressive confirmation with muscles covering ever inch of his body. With the little glimpse he got of his savior he awoke the next morning beside a watering hole and fresh supply of apples by his side. Not one bit of him understood why the stranger saved him, he wished in himself he died, but he was saved for a reason unbeknown to him. At approaching the watering hole he was met by other horses, they cast their stares and other stallions try to look impressive, he wanted no quarrel but he got caught in the middle. As soon as he saw red he blacked out only to awake the next moment the watering pool stained red and dead equines all around. Running he ran forever and a day.
What became of him?! He had turned into a blood thirsty killer. It didn't take long for him to let the darkness take over, he emerged himself in such dark arts, he wanted nothing to do with other equines and they made it clear by outcasting him turning him into a rogue. Maybe it was written in the stars he would share the same such fate as that powerful Omen that saved him once before. They crossed paths once again, from once in the past in Spain, to then in Latvia. This time even his darker side seemed to bow in his presence and so they became good friends for the time they traveled together. It was after they went their seprate ways that fates hand dealt him death and so his reborn name was fitting, Morbid Angel. Those who knew him before that rogue name know his true calling but he will never introduce himself as it, not now. He traveled into Russia keeping away from other equines... they all got intrigued of his silent presence at some point... and when that point came he killed then moved to another land. Asia, China, Korea, India, Arabia, Turkey, Greece, Italy, France, England. He traveled everywhere! It wasnt until he went to explore the bridge between Isreal and Egypt that he passed onto hell. He remembers the attack. He was just off from the gulf of Suez when the attack happened it was from behind and a precise bite into his neck to bring him down though the predator chased him for a good 40 yards till snapping his cannonball bringing him down he knew it was over and with no struggle he gave in. Bared from entering heaven like his Omen they meant once again in Hell. Its been too long since then.
Time flew past and it was a matter of waking up with rotting bones the next. He finished his travel, made it into Africa explored everywhere from the plains where the Lions ruled to the mountains in Morocco. Of course he killed when he got back, old habits die hard! Now he is back for revenge, he did not ask for this curse and yet still equines do not accept our mentality, he will make their lives hell once again... with or without the help of other Vanner ancestors like him. Only one will bring him down, but will his old friend truly be so cruel??
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