Post by Vanishing Act on Nov 30, 2010 16:58:02 GMT -5
"The bird of Hermes is my name, eating my wings to make me tame.."
Name: Hellsing
Nickname: Hell
Breed: Lusitano
Gender: Stallion
Age: 4 years
Season Born: Summer
Year Created: Year one
Description: I am honored that you would gaze upon such a monster like me, but theres no telling what I might do. I am the color of bay hinted with my smoke grey and black mane, along with my black stockings and merciless maroon coated pupils, my mane and tail alike are the same color of black mixed with the tint of grey I'm more than an Arabian horse could ever be that's for sure. I'm not much to gaze onto but my muscles do bulge out of their sockets if I put enough pressure on top of them. I size up to most other stallions in a fight and use my back hooves the most which are now stained with the faded color of black, grey, muddy brown and the crimson liquid known all to well.
Weight: 995lb.
Height: 15.3hh.
Personality: Around others I am un-responsive to most and talk little around inscolent beings. Not one to mingle with others, I can be seen by myself sleeping or doing something else. I lack the neccisseries to be a full and potential leader, so If I were to join another stallion's herd, I'd pick a rank below the leaders. I love to have equal power over others and can sometimes abuse it. I am idle a lot, not one to 'court' mares but I do have a good taste in only a few. My own thoughts are sealed away deeper within my mind so it might be hard to un-lock me, for I am like a treasure chest that has lost it's key.
History: I was born and grew up on a ranch for horses, a partial greatness of my life. I was actually a extremely ventureous young colt and I would travel to the farther outward woods to just get lost from the lives of humans. My mother always wondered about me and my father would sometimes beat me if I went to far and it also caused my mom to cry, she contracted a disease that later killed her in my second year of living. My father was used as a draft horse for plowing fields so he was very muscular, as I am myself. I was also poetic and lost a few friends due to my weird old 'ways' of speaking like "thou" and "thy". I later was let loose because the owner of the ranch cold not keep us animals anymore and his bills piled up, so he could not pay them due to being poor. He died only three years after I left. So I now travel alone and stay out of sight if I can. I sometimes wonder what happened to my father but I know that he is most likely dead. I am also not as joyful as I used to be in my foal days so sorry if I don't ever smile.
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