Grim Reaper - Stallion - WIP

[Dyzzie-doll]

Character Name: Grim Reaper
Nickname: Grim
Age: 6 years
Gender: Stallion
Alliance: Earth
Breed: Draft Mutt
Height: 21.3 hhs
Appearance:

Tall. Dark. Handsome. Mysterious. Which ever way you put these words together, they point towards any woman's fantasy of the 'bad boy'. Well, when you have a stallion that fits all four, he's quite the stud. That very stallion is this bad boy, Grim Reaper, though he's more commonly called Grim. He's twenty one point three hands of muscle, sexiness, and slightly insanity. His body is pitch black, from the tip of his ears to the large, dinner plate-sized hooves. He's built solid, but not overly buff, somewhere between a friesian and a shire, with enough strength visible to show he's a threat to his enemies, but enough grace to keep him from being a neanderthal in appearances. His mane and tail are striking, a stark white against the otherwise bleak white. They're both relatively long, his mane falling against his chest, his tail a few inches from the ground. His eyes are an odd reddish-coppery color that have a faintly insane touch to them that points to the fact that the boy is slightly mentally unstable. Beneath rich black feathering Grim's hooves are a near matching black. And finally he has two scars, one - and the most prominent - is on the center of his forehead, in the shape of a hoof print. The other is against the side of his neck, a jagged scar that often pains him slightly during very rough winters.

Personality:

Grim is one . . . unique fellow. It's hard to describe him to some who aren't open to a bit of imagination. He's a dark, handsome fellow, not just in appearance but in personality. He oozes sexual appeal because he holds himself high and powerful. He wears his power (gained from years of earning it, rather then a title) like a mantle, and isn't afraid to wield it like a weapon in those times that it appears that it'd be a more suitable weapon this his teeth and hooves would be. He's proud, as well, his pride being the part of him you don't what to take away, unless you have no issues with what you might face when it comes to his wrath.

He's slightly unstable, though few known why. Some say it's because of the hoof mark on his forehead, others say it's because he was nicknamed Satan's Spawn as a child, but no one knows the truth of why he is the way he is, the truth being he had witnessed the murder and destruction of his beloved Twin sister, and couldn't stop it, nor save her life, no matter how hard he tried to reach her in time. SHe had been destroyed, and to this day he blames himself for it. His insanity, his mentally unfit and unsound mind comes from this, this tragedy, it has left him with a lot of problems, a lot of situations that have made it so he's not comfortable in going and attempting to make reconnections with those of their path, and has left him bitter and distant in his new forming relationships.

However there is a gentler side to those graced enough to witness it. A side that is gentle, and kind, but with enough power to pull off being in charge as well. A side that smiles at young foals as they play, that can feel affection and warmth. The only problem, since his sister's death, this side had been buried deep down. And Grim sees no point in digging it back up.

History:

Grim's story starts with him and his beloved twin Sister, Blood Ties. They were a set of twins born to the lead and leadess of their land, though - mind you - their birth was not a celebrated event. The moment the two oddly colored foals were born, the father despised them, declaring them disasters, Satan Spawned, destructive creatures. His father wanted them destroyed immediately. However their mother fought for their survival, until it was agreed that they'd sacrifice their first son, the should be heir, and their daughter would be sold to the highest bidder. The twins, learning about these plans, started to plot together, plot to run away from this terrible herd to find a shelter, a real shelter, a real home. They time came a few days before Grim was to be executed, and the two ran. Naturally they were followed, her their parents determined to stop them, to bring them back. A fight was issued between these young foals and the herd that tried to return them. In the attack the two were severely wounded, Grim's neck sliced, and having been kicked in the head. His beloved sister had been slashed in the stomach, as well as her throat. Luckily, none of the wounds were bad enough to be fatal, and as the two ran, blood streaming into Grim's eyes, and he stumbling, the two finally managed an escape.

From that point on they were raised briefly by mares here and there that took pity on the foals when they told their story. Soon though, they were grown enough to be on their own in the real world, successfully having made it though their younger years of foal hood.

They soon found a home in a land that had forced the twins separate, well mostly separate, and the young male left his beloved sisters in the hands of a stallion he hoped to consider a friend. Unfortunately it was soon found that the fit was not a good one, especially the one day that his sister had wandered just far enough from his supposed friend for her to be attacked. He heard her screams and went running but wasn't able to reach her in time. By the time he got to her side, she was dead, his beloved little twin sister, gone . . .

Now he's been wandering on his own the last few years, lost and confused and not knowing where to go now . . . Just in a state of confusion, loss, and emotional distance.

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Age: 6 years
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