[[† Mount Doom]]

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TOMBSTONE'S REVENGE
striding with the element EARTH is a
murderous STALLION possessing handsome qualities
standing at SIXTEEN HANDS
this BLUE EYED beast is a force
to be reckoned with
his blood is tainted by many DIFFERENT BREEDS
creating a WHITE AND BLACK body
LOVELESS and HOMELESS he's ready to answer
your beckon call
but be careful what you wish for
because he's the KILLER that goes
bumpinthedark

TEMPEST
perhaps you've heard of the SLUT
who is infamous for manipulation;
she draws her prey in with her BLONDE HAIR AND RED BODY
but perhaps it's those GOLD AND BROWN EYES
that are the most alluring
she desires power even though she's HOMELESS
and she believes she's IMMUNE TO LOVE though
that's probably not true
after all SHES A SUCKER FOR ANY STALLION IN POWER
being the SISTER OF TR
she isn't that much of a pushover
but she likes to PLAY THE PART
as she was raised to be an
ACTRESS
areyoureadytoplay?

LYDIA
YOUNG AND INNOCENT
this little girl doesn't have ANY EXPERIENCE WITH THE WORLD
perhaps you could be her first
DIFFERENT is a good thing
as she doesn't FIT IN WITH THE CROWD
she believes in MYTHICAL CREATURES
and FEARS everything
though since she's only TWO
there could be a reason for her
IMMATURITY
wouldn't you be fearful if
you NEVER KNEW YOUR MOM OR DAD
but maybe that's a good thing
after all
ignoranceisbliss

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[blockquote][size=5]BUILD ME UP[/size]
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[size=5]DEFINE THE ARCITECTURE[/size]
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[size=5]GIVE IT PERSONALITY[/size]
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[size=5]ADD THE COLONISTS[/size]
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[size=5]AND TEAR IT [sub]DOWN[/sub][/size]
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BUILD ME UP
.:Name;, Tombstone's Revenge
.:Age;, Five
.:Gender;, Stallion
.:Breed;, Friesian x Arabian x Quarter Horse x Paint Horse x Rocky Mountain Horse
.:Height;, Seventenn hands
.:Alliance;, Earth

DEFINE THE ARCITECTURE
.:Coat;, White
.:Locks;, Black
.:Eyes;, Dark Blue
.:Markings;, Black blaze, black sabino legs, black overo shoulder patch
.:Hooves;, Steel gray
.:Scars;, Foal sized hoofprint - forehead
.:Overall;, Friesians tend to have a peculiar strong beauty about them. The stallions, tall and strong, the mares, powerful and lustful. Even though he's a crossbreed, Tombstone's Revenge is no exception.
From the build of his body to the wave of his mane, it's no lie that Tombstone possesses primarily Friesian looks. His back is short, though he stands at a mighty seventeen hands. The stallion has heavy muscling, much more than the common brethren of his bloodlines. This can be accredited to the multiple strains of equine blood surging through his veins. His legs are thick yet graceful in movement and action, his body wide from muscle and thick bones. His neck is thick and possesses a natural arch to it, holding a blocky skull high in arrogance. The stallion possesses high withers and a low-set croup, heavy feathering around his massive and chipped hooves, and dangerously alluring eyes. The colors of this beast are by far the most intriguing.
Beginning with his body, Tombstone's Revenge is the classic black and white. His skull possesses an irregular star that bleeds into a stripe and ends in a snip covering his right nostril. In the center of his star is a scar in the shape of a hoof print, his sister's departing gift upon his skull. This scar created a dent in the bone, so that his forehead isn't perfectly level. Usually, however, this is covered by his thick black forelock. The white stag possesses a black mane and tail, heavy with waves yet ragged and torn around the ends. Usually gnarled and tangled, it's not uncommon to find thistle and thorns trapped within the strands. Due to his paint heritage, Tombstone inherited sabino black stockings, all of which extend well past his knees and hocks. The only other blemish upon this white hide is an overo patch stretching across his withers on each side. The most interesting part of his black and white body, however, are his dark blue eyes that add the contrast needed to finish off his sex appeal.

GIVE IT PERSONALITY
.:Likes;,† Silence. The thrill of being alone in the shadows, the creaking of branches as beings of the dark scuttle underfoot, and the panic in the eyes of the stalked before an attack is even made... It's the quiet before the storm, and he can't have enough of it.
† Apathy. The lack of his own emotion and the ability to truly say he is apathetic is quite the accomplishment. Although, those who know him personally, which is really only three other beings - his adopted brother, his companion, and his brother's companion - know of the weakness for the disillusioned little colt.
† Torture. Watching another squirm with pain and cry out in anguish, seeing the blood drain from their body as their moment draws near... it's quite the thriller..
† Misery. Retching happiness from other's grasp and throwing their lives into turmoil, to watch them struggle with the most intense pain they've ever felt and beg for it to be over... and finishing it with their own demise.
† Pain. Be it his own or another's, pain is delectable. The way he was brought up, the way he was trained, makes pain an addiction and something he must drive for.
† Macabre. The grotesque, the pitiful, the deadly, the gore. All of it rings a bell in his mind that creates for a certain thrill, a certain desire, a blood lust if you will - one that can never be satisfied.
† Death. That precise moment when a creature gives up it's final breath and it's eyes glaze over as it let's go of this life, having suffered it's last moments and finally moving on into the ghostly world where it can never return... He knows this, thanks to his spirit brother.
.:Dislikes;,† Emotions. Be it his own or another's, seeing another being express their emotions disgusts him. On the rare occasions that emotions do grasp him, the stallion begins to feel a bit overwhelmed and would prefer to remove himself from the situation rather than lose complete control.
† Mares. As he grew, he watched how his mother and sister manipulated stallions with their looks. Thanks to them, it's now the stallion's belief that all mares are like this. Thus, he tends to ignore them when he sees them, unless of course he's going for a kill.
† Breeding. Due to this hatred of mares, Tombstone's Revenge is not the kind of stallion that would take part in force breeding and very rarely in breeding of any sort. The birth of his daughter was a miracle; it was one of those rare occasions when his emotions took hold of him, and he thought he felt love. Thus, he was convinced it was the right thing to do; and then, thanks to his portrayal of emotions, he abandoned mother and unborn child.
† Commitment. Being stranded with a family, forced to raise a child and protect mother and offspring. Having to settle down and give up his life in order to accommodate for new priorities. Being tied down is one of the most displeasing ideas to him, as well as a fear. Hence the abandonment of Naussica.
† Ranking. Being in a position of power is quite a commitment. Dedicated to an entire community and having to consider their interests in everything. Well, that's right next to family in his mind. Being even a herd stallion is displeasing to him, for then he would have to answer to a higher authority. Rather than follow another's commands, Tombstone considers himself a loner and an outcast. He doesn't belong to any alliance, even though his powers are Earth.
† Rulers. The attitude of a ruler disgusts him. The entire treatment of the royal family by the followers, the fact that horses would die to serve their alliance is rather pathetic to him. Mindless sheep following their shepherd, doomed to die a tragic death...
† Mind games. Let's be blunt, shall we? Why play games, when one's intentions are clearly written across one's face? Games just delay the inevitable. Once in a rare while, Tomb is okay with them... but the majority of the time, he's more likely to strike or walk away once the games begin.
.:Fears;,† Love. Perhaps his biggest fear of all is the fear of falling in love. What he had with Naussica, he considers a lie. It was the untrained youth within him that caused him to foolishly allow her to fall in love with him, and look what it lead to. A daughter he doesn't even know exists.
† Enslavement. Although an improbability, the constant threat of enslavement is on his mind. Even though he considers himself a loner, the truth of the matter is simple. He's an Earth equine, and if the ruler's army were to attack him, odds are obvious that he would be overpowered.
.:Secrets;,† Despite the apathetic front he displays to the world, Tombstone's Revenge has a delicately soft spot for his adopted brother, Raisur. Raisur is the only one who knows of thus far who can make him feel emotion. Rai gives him life.

.:Desires;,† Death.Tombstone wishes to find the horse who can deliver him death. It's the ultimate thing he searches for, to die at the grasp of one worthy of killing him.
.:Overall;,Darkness and hatred emanates from the colt who grew up abused. The torture he endured at the hooves of his father forever scar this brute, causing him to hate every stallion he knows. His mother and twin's betrayal burned in him a hatred of mares and foals alike, so now, none are safe from the carnage that lies within. Nature created him to be strong willed and silent, nurture conditioned him to be loathing and bloodthirsty. The resulting combination created a stallion whom would much rather tear out your throat than share witty comments. Actions speak louder than words is his motto, and thus, Tombstone is more likely to strike before asking questions. He judges his opponents based on how they look and how they talk - the less, the better. His friends are very few - only one - and he receives the best treatment. For Raisur, Tombstone will talk. His words to the young stallion are much more gentle, though often you will find the stallion at wits ends trying to get Rai to see reason. When Raisur isn't around, which is a rarity in and of itself, the hunter comes out. Prowling through the darkness or strutting through the daylight, the merciless beast will use everything from his looks to his wolfish instincts to snag an unsuspecting victim. Arguably at his prime, the beast doesn't fear death. In fact, he's searching for it. Call it suicidal if you will, but the stag fights others in the hopes of death. If you can't kill him, he'll kill you. That's all there is to it, and if you can maim him - kudos to you, but your death will probably be all the more painful. He's a slow killer, for that's how he wishes to die. He wants it dragged out, so that he'll feel every ounce of inhumanity delivered to him, experience what his victims felt, and cherish what he wanted as his final moments. Deranged, possibly. Mysteriously dark and sexy? Hell yeah.
.:History;,In the middle of the night, a mare cried out. Her screams mingled with the wind, her shrieks carried far and wide over the lands of the Scarred Warrior. It was the night she had waited for anxiously, the night that would seal her position in power and get her what she wanted. To others, it had been something they'd dreaded and prayed against. A black stallion coated with scars paced impatiently beside the painted Arab. He refused to look at the pain screaming in her blue eyes, the sweat coating her white and red body as another contraction hit. It was the night they had all been waiting for. The foaling of Spiritspawn's heir. That night wouldn't turn out as any of the Feared One's followers would've hoped. Instead of a male heir, a female was named. Instead of one foal, there was twins. One, with the build of his father, the other, a mix between mother and father. The filly rose to her feet instantly, staring at her parents in defiance, while the colt lay motionless beside his dam. The mare rose and stood beside her filly, watching her mate intensely. "She's stronger. She should be heir." The stallion refused to face his offspring, sides heaving as he thought. "Fine." His raspy voice declared as he turned and walked away. DreamWeaver and the filly followed, leaving the colt with the shallow breathing behind. It would be hours before his mother returned.
Before the waiting army, the lovers stood with their daughter. "My heir. Tempest." Was all the black beast said concerning his offspring. The filly after receiving her name, cantering clumsily away from the gathering in her honor, back to her brother. He had only rolled to his side, and now watched with dark blue eyes as his sister approached. The filly collapsed next to him, lipping her brother's black forelock affectionately. Already, they proved to have a connection.
As days turned to weeks and weeks to months, the foals grew closer. Insuperable twins, they traveled the lands fearlessly without their mother or father, for who would dare harm the heiress and her brother? Obviously, they had their heads in the clouds; harming the duo would be the perfect way to get at the Feared One and his queen. Luckily, the leader of the Resistance was against the harming of foals in order to gain an edge. Their father, though, was a different story.
Daily, he would call Tombstone's Revenge to a secret cavern for training. Timidly, the colt would enter, glancing every which way for the slightest sign of his father. Failing to notice any, he would simply wait... and then be attacked. Beaten. His spirit pounded, his body in agony as hooves smashed and bodies collided though never with enough impact to leave more than a cut or bruise. Still, the damage was excruciating and left the white and black colt layed out on the stone, panting heavily as he fought the pain. His father's command. "One day, she won't be so lovey to you. One day, she'll want my position. One day, Tombstone, she will kill you to get what she wants... She's just like your mother..." The black stallion would whisper over his agonizing son. "We can't let my title fall into the grasp of mare; mares are inferior. Weak. Look at what your mother and sister have made you..."
Days turned to weeks, weeks to months, until the colt could tolerate the pain. When the day came that he wouldn't fall, his father began new training - fighting back. Foals would go missing across the Scarred Warrior, fed to this new beast a demon was bent on creating to destroy his own daughter. Greedily, he taught the colt to kill. He'd thought he'd been so careful about it... thought DreamWeaver and Tempest would never find out... but of course, while Tomb was undergoing his brainwashing, Temp had her own brand to succumb to.
"Honey, stallions are simple. They're very easy to control. Sweet words, gentle nothings, whispered fairy tales... that's what they think mares want. When you show them that you want sex - to tease, to be teased, and to learn how to dance better - well then, you've got them eating off of your plate." The painted mare told her weanling daughter, circling the crimson fae and surveying her strong points. "Your eyes, your body, your hair. Use it. Make them fall in love with your looks, and let them know that if they play right, they can have it... don't let them know you're mind, and you've got it in the bag. Mares can get anything they want from stallions; stallions are foolish and driven by one thing... and we already know what that is, don't we love?" The lessons had began, teaching the filly how to move her hips, showing her how to flick her forelock. And then something more sinister came into the air. The day Dream suspected her mate of meditating murder. That's when the defensive and strategic battle training took place.
Clash of the titans occurred the night of the full moon. While Tomb lay beside his sister, they both watched the stars, listening absently to the echoing of the canyon around them. Tempest was waiting for one distinct sound; Tombstone was oblivious. When the sound of mother's hoof beats coming up the stone path filled the air, the colt rose to his hooves and turned to face the mare he owed his life to. Tempest, on the other hand, rose to try and take her brothers life, though she would fail. Rearing up, her petite hooves aimed together like a dagger for his forehead. Startled, the colt bit one of his sisters legs and attempted to pull her back to the Earth, though one hoof made contact. It split his skull, pushing the bone back into his brain, so that the colt who had been immune to pain now screamed as he fell and landed on the stone plateau in a heap.
When he awoke, the colt was changed. While his sister beamed proudly upon her deed, the colt stared silently at his sister. Within his mind's eye, he saw her death. He imagined every thrust of his hooves, every snap of his jaws, and every shred of flesh he'd tear from her mangled corpse. She'd done the deed that would push her brother over the edge, and would make herself become tantalizingly egotistical.
It was about this time that the colt and filly would split up, no longer the inseparable duo situation had created. His father had given up attempting to train the colt, for he saw his daughter's advancement as a sign that the mares would dominate. Depressed, he took to disappearing for long lengths of time. As their mother searched in vain for him, Tempest's careful cultivating had also ceased - her mind was left to rot. She became worse without her mother to keep her in check, arrogant even. The exact thing her mother had been trying to avoid. It was a thin line between seductress and whore, and Tempest had crossed it.
Tombstone, on the other hand, had become the murderer his father had raised him to be - with one exception. Infatuation. You see, a silver mare with flowing raven hair caught his eye one day. She spent months coaxing him from his muteness, until finally, he was able to speak with her. His father saw her as a distraction from his duties, he saw her as an asset. Naussica became what he considered his first love... and his last. It was at the age of two that she conceived their foal, unlikely as it was, it was the same age DreamWeaver had conceived her twins. Not wanting the duty and commitment of a family, Tombstone slipped away in the mid of night like vapor and never looked back. Abandoned them before Lydia was even born.
As he traveled away from the lands spoiled by Naussica, the white and black stallion chanced upon a colt in the middle of his path. As he closed in for the kill, however, something struck him as... off. The colt was speaking to a dead carcass, shivering with delight, and when he saw Tombstone... he screamed and hid, yelling insanity. "Why must the dead always find me?!" He had yelled, speaking of Tomb as the dead. He whimpered to the deceased mare, telling her of his woes and behaving as though she could understand. Unknown to Tombstone, the mare could, for Raisur was speaking to her spirit. As Tomb walked the colt by, for some reason, he started to follow him. He whispered about saving the stallion's soul, and hid whenever Tomb turned to look back at him. It was over the course of the next three years that their friendship would blossom, and Tomb would grow fond of the colt's bizarre chatter. The stallion swore to protect him, and now, like a family, they travel the lands.

ADD THE COLONISTS
.:Father;, Spiritspawn
.:Mother;, DreamWeaver
.:Siblings;, Tempest - Sister
Genocide - Brother
.:Children;, Lydia - daughter
.:Companion;, Caliphate - saber tooth tiger
.:Mate;, None
.:Lover;, None
.:Crush;, None
.:Friends;, None
.:HerdMates;, None
.:Acquantinces;, None
.:Enemies;, None
.:Deceased;,None

AND TEAR IT _DOWN
.:Physical Ailments;, None
.:Mental Ailments;, None
.:Physical Health;, Perfect
.:Mental Health;, Decent

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CRIMES AGAINST h-u-m-a-n-i-t-y -dyzz-

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BUILD ME UP
.:Name;, Tempest
.:Age;, Five
.:Gender;, Mare
.:Breed;, Friesian x Arabian x Quarter Horse x Paint Horse x Rocky Mountain Horse
.:Height;, 14.2 hands
.:Alliance;, Fire

DEFINE THE ARCITECTURE
.:Coat;, Chestnut
.:Locks;, Flaxen
.:Eyes;, Brown
.:Markings;, Blaze, four stockings
.:Hooves;, Cream
.:Scars;, None
.:Overall;,

GIVE IT PERSONALITY
.:Likes;,
.:Dislikes;,
.:Fears;,
.:Secrets;,
.:Desires;,
.:Overall;,
.:History;,

ADD THE COLONISTS
.:Father;,
.:Mother;,
.:Siblings;,
.:Children;,
.:Companion;,
.:Mate;,
.:Lover;,
.:Crush;,
.:Friends;,
.:HerdMates;,
.:Acquantinces;,
.:Enemies;,
.:Deceased;,

AND TEAR IT _DOWN
.:Physical Ailments;,
.:Mental Ailments;,
.:Physical Health;,
.:Mental Health;,

.:Threads;,

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The Ground F O L D S {open}

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BUILD ME UP
.:Name;, Lydia
.:Age;, Two
.:Gender;, Mare
.:Breed;, Friesian x Arabian x Quarter Horse x Paint Horse x Rocky Mountain Horse
.:Height;,
.:Alliance;, Water

DEFINE THE ARCITECTURE
.:Coat;,
.:Locks;,
.:Eyes;,
.:Markings;,
.:Hooves;,
.:Scars;,
.:Overall;,

GIVE IT PERSONALITY
.:Likes;,
.:Dislikes;,
.:Fears;,
.:Secrets;,
.:Desires;,
.:Overall;,
.:History;,

ADD THE COLONISTS
.:Father;,
.:Mother;,
.:Siblings;,
.:Children;,
.:Companion;,
.:Mate;,
.:Lover;,
.:Crush;,
.:Friends;,
.:HerdMates;,
.:Acquantinces;,
.:Enemies;,
.:Deceased;,

AND TEAR IT _DOWN
.:Physical Ailments;,
.:Mental Ailments;,
.:Physical Health;,
.:Mental Health;,

.:Threads;,

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today's never too late to be brand new {bran/eris

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