Post by branwyn on Oct 1, 2010 14:24:17 GMT -7
IMHOTEP
When I was a young boy
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band
And he said "Son, when you grow up,"
"Would you be the savior of the broken
The beaten and the damned?"
When I was a young boy
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band
And he said "Son, when you grow up,"
"Would you be the savior of the broken
The beaten and the damned?"
General
Name: Imhotep
Nickname: Teppy(but that's just Nami's nickname)
Age: 2 years
Gender: colt
Breed: Friesian
Alliance: Fire
Description
Description: Imhotep is built tall and large, standing at sixteen and a half hands; he is very big for his age, not even full grown yet. His mind and personality don't reflect his still growing body, but that doesn't show on the outside, for he has a handsome musculature and has an impressive presence. He has dark eyes, with green flecks, and small ears. His coat is made up of contrasting black and white splotches, ones that make his body look like a canvas of multi-colored puddles. His tail and mane are mixed as well, creating a very interesting mixture of black, white, and grey-tinted hairs. He is a handsome fellow.
Personality
Personality: Imhotep is not easily flustered or bothered. He likes to do his own thing and while he isn't overly social, he enjoys the company of others and likes to rattle them and tease them, play with their emotions. He's not really evil or anything, just amused at the vunerability of others, and how easily he can manipulate their emotions if he so chooses. He's the master manipulator and knows how to choose his words, knows how to piss someone off if he feels like having a good brawl, or calming them down so he doesn't have to bother. He isn't really a leader sort, because responsibility doesn't really attract him. He's too lazy to pick up something that would require him to think more than he already does, plus, he doesn't like to sweat, which is why he would never leave the North. He also doesn't like to get attached to other horses, because of his parents just leaving him and he doesn't trust other horses, but the ones he does hang out with are usually the opposite of his own personality. Imhotep likes to be around horses that have fiery personalities, they are more interesting to him and much more fun to manipulate. He doesn't have much of a temper, as it would probably only be ignited when someone he cared for got hurt, and he doesn't care for anyone at the moment. Imhotep isn't ambitious either, he just wants to have some fun while he's still here. In his own way, for such a young horse, he's very wise about his situation and the fact that life is a gift and he should value it. He isn't cowardly so much as realistic, being calculating enough to realize when he can win a battle and when he can't. Imhotep is quite the smart one.
History
History: Imhotep was born to a vicious brute for a father and a timid, broken mother. His father went after her when he saw her and after having his way with her, was beating her when a passing stallion, named Hiero, stopped and his father saw the big stag. He started biting and kicking the mare, taunting the larger horse, for he was of a harsh nature and a brutal mind, one of those evil kinds that simply takes pleasure in other's pain. He thought Hiero to be one of those stupider big brutes, the lumbering kind that don't have a brain to go along with their size and he was delighted at the chance to torture two horses who could not defend themselves. Unfortunately for him, Hiero was neither stupid nor defenseless. The big stag lost his temper and literally destroyed the evil-minded stallion, leaving behind a messy scene of dead brute and shaken mare. The mare would become pregnant and eventually give birth to Imhotep, while under the care of a kinder stallion. However, his kindness didn't really go all the way to a bastard colt whose father was dead and gone.
Imhotep learned how to walk, run, eat, and other survival skills before he was butted out of the herd when he became a yearling. He was happy to go, for his mother disliked his very presence because it reminded her if his father and the lead stallion liked to kick him around and play evil stepfather. Imhotep wandered for a long time, never really fitting in anywhere. He never made much of an attempt to fit into a herd, because he figured that eventually, he'd just be kicked out because the lead brutes were always jealous of the way he had with the ladies. His smooth tongue always bought him trouble and so Imhotep never really found a home. He's a stray, without ambition, and needs a little guidance, though he'd never admit to that.
Other
Your Name: branwyn
Your Age: sixteen years
Your Gender: female
Other Characters: none yet
How you found us: dyzz / smoky
What do you think of DE so far?: None yet. =P
Ideal companion for character: A fierce creature to contrast with his calm, calculating nature? One to overreact when Nami gets hurt? xD
Rp Sample:
Imhotep realized his mistake and the world seemed to slow down, just for him and his realization, legs lifting to carry him after the wave before he made himself stop and watch the water slam right over her and knock her down a like a tiny, colorful bowling pin. He grimaced tightly and made himself think before acting. This was usually easy enough, but the desire to just throw himself down and search for her underwater was actually a very pushy desire and for once, his cautioned self was very close to recklessness. Imhotep made himself think, like the rational being that he was. You can't move around too much now, you'll just stir up the water and dirt and make it even harder to find her. You can't panic like an idiot now; you're not stupid, do this the way you would if you didn't care. Imhotep took a quick breath of air, tredding lightly toward where he'd seen her go under and where she had not yet broke the surface. He was hoping that she would just pop up and grin at him, water streaming down her cute little pelt, but no, he was never that lucky. Imhotep didn't have the first semblance of luck. He'd never had friends or a family that accepted him. Why would things start going well now? As he reached the place and caught no sight of her, Imhotep knew he was going to have to do the rescuing himself and hope that he wasn't too late.
However, even as he peered into the bubbling depths, praying he'd find her before her tiny lungs filled up with water, he caught sight of movement, closed his nostrils and orbs, and dove in without a second thought. His muzzle bumped something and he opened his mouth to grab it, thinking it was some part of Tsunami and he could drag her out. He was mistaken, for water rushed into his mouth and nose and his crown came flying up, water gushing everywhere and the black-and-white colt shook his head furiously, feeling the agitating sensation of water dripping into his ears, and attempting to blow out the water that had spilled into his nose. An ugly grimace pulled over his features as he stared into the water again, feeling a sense of hopelessness come over him, he couldn't pick her up using his mouth without inhaling water as well, how could he possibly save her? Fear for the young filly's life was broadcasting over his system and nerves made his muscles contract, orbs narrowing fiercely. I've seen so much death. It's not fair that she should die like this, right in front of me and me be helpless. Then he saw movement and dove again, crown pushing into the water, but this time, he dipped his nose under the source of movement, which was Nami's head, and lifted it under his crown to the surface, where he turned his mouth and bit into her fluffy locks, hoping she would not feel it as painful. She was limb, ragged, sickly-looking. Imhotep felt a pit opening in his stomach. I was too slow..
His long legs propeled him forward and he set her down on the bank, feeling nervousness explode within him as he stepped back, pistons sliding into the water again as he watched her body for any sign of life. Anxiety was making his stomach squeeze. "Tsunami. Wake up." The young colt prodded her with his muzzle, orbs tracking to her side where he could see ribs pressing against her soft coat and waiting to see signs of breath. Please don't die. The colt felt the desire to retreat, to run from this "scene of the crime". He didn't want to be here, watching a dead body, waiting for one whose soul had already passed to wake up. He didn't want to be here when her skin got cold, when flies began to gather. Such dire thoughts as these made his own skin crawl, because it just didn't seem right. She'd been so lively a few minutes before. Bounding around, calling him the most ridiculous names, laughing, being so vibrant. It didn't seem fair that she should be reduced to lying here, lifeless and incoherent. Imhotep found it getting harder and harder to breath, standing over her still form like this. He backtracked, daggers sliding back into the water and him shuddering at its warmth, because he didn't feel like he deserved it, while she had died right in front of him. The movement, however, of the filly as she awoke startled him and he jerked to a halt, muscles quivering and orbs going wide in surprise. ”Teppy?!” The sight of her wobbling to a seated position and then one that was lying down made him relax and he blew out a breath. "Geez. Making me worry." He muttered, making his way back to her.
"Hey, there, Tsunami." Imhotep said, still standing in the water so that she was almost at eye-level with him. His muzzle touched her side, so that he could feel her breathing for himself. "You had me worried there." He felt her side lift with her breath and felt reassured, pulling away to shaft his head at her, forelock falling into his eyes and he shook his head for a moment, harks lifting to make sure he caught her words if she said any. "You okay? You were out for a couple of minutes, you may not remember, but I kinda threw a very big wave at you and you went under. I had to pull you out. Why don't we say that I won?" Imhotep had to swallow a smile. He'd nearly put her out of commission forever, not just for one silly game. He'd compensate though. He certainly did not want word of this episode to reach her mother, so he compromised, knowing in the back of his mind that he'd probably live to regret saying these words to Tsunami, giving her rein like this was probably never a good idea. However her parents were bringing her up, he imagined they would probably have problems when she got older and more rebellious. "But since I'm so nice, even though I won, I'll let you call me Teppy. Not Emmy, but Teppy. I still won, though, so I should get a nickname for you. What should I call you, hmm?" He kept talking, hoping to distract her from her near-death experience. If she was anything like the foals he'd met before, she'd move on from such events without much problems. Children were very going at recovering from almost anything. "What about Nami? My own special nickname, just for you."
However, even as he peered into the bubbling depths, praying he'd find her before her tiny lungs filled up with water, he caught sight of movement, closed his nostrils and orbs, and dove in without a second thought. His muzzle bumped something and he opened his mouth to grab it, thinking it was some part of Tsunami and he could drag her out. He was mistaken, for water rushed into his mouth and nose and his crown came flying up, water gushing everywhere and the black-and-white colt shook his head furiously, feeling the agitating sensation of water dripping into his ears, and attempting to blow out the water that had spilled into his nose. An ugly grimace pulled over his features as he stared into the water again, feeling a sense of hopelessness come over him, he couldn't pick her up using his mouth without inhaling water as well, how could he possibly save her? Fear for the young filly's life was broadcasting over his system and nerves made his muscles contract, orbs narrowing fiercely. I've seen so much death. It's not fair that she should die like this, right in front of me and me be helpless. Then he saw movement and dove again, crown pushing into the water, but this time, he dipped his nose under the source of movement, which was Nami's head, and lifted it under his crown to the surface, where he turned his mouth and bit into her fluffy locks, hoping she would not feel it as painful. She was limb, ragged, sickly-looking. Imhotep felt a pit opening in his stomach. I was too slow..
His long legs propeled him forward and he set her down on the bank, feeling nervousness explode within him as he stepped back, pistons sliding into the water again as he watched her body for any sign of life. Anxiety was making his stomach squeeze. "Tsunami. Wake up." The young colt prodded her with his muzzle, orbs tracking to her side where he could see ribs pressing against her soft coat and waiting to see signs of breath. Please don't die. The colt felt the desire to retreat, to run from this "scene of the crime". He didn't want to be here, watching a dead body, waiting for one whose soul had already passed to wake up. He didn't want to be here when her skin got cold, when flies began to gather. Such dire thoughts as these made his own skin crawl, because it just didn't seem right. She'd been so lively a few minutes before. Bounding around, calling him the most ridiculous names, laughing, being so vibrant. It didn't seem fair that she should be reduced to lying here, lifeless and incoherent. Imhotep found it getting harder and harder to breath, standing over her still form like this. He backtracked, daggers sliding back into the water and him shuddering at its warmth, because he didn't feel like he deserved it, while she had died right in front of him. The movement, however, of the filly as she awoke startled him and he jerked to a halt, muscles quivering and orbs going wide in surprise. ”Teppy?!” The sight of her wobbling to a seated position and then one that was lying down made him relax and he blew out a breath. "Geez. Making me worry." He muttered, making his way back to her.
"Hey, there, Tsunami." Imhotep said, still standing in the water so that she was almost at eye-level with him. His muzzle touched her side, so that he could feel her breathing for himself. "You had me worried there." He felt her side lift with her breath and felt reassured, pulling away to shaft his head at her, forelock falling into his eyes and he shook his head for a moment, harks lifting to make sure he caught her words if she said any. "You okay? You were out for a couple of minutes, you may not remember, but I kinda threw a very big wave at you and you went under. I had to pull you out. Why don't we say that I won?" Imhotep had to swallow a smile. He'd nearly put her out of commission forever, not just for one silly game. He'd compensate though. He certainly did not want word of this episode to reach her mother, so he compromised, knowing in the back of his mind that he'd probably live to regret saying these words to Tsunami, giving her rein like this was probably never a good idea. However her parents were bringing her up, he imagined they would probably have problems when she got older and more rebellious. "But since I'm so nice, even though I won, I'll let you call me Teppy. Not Emmy, but Teppy. I still won, though, so I should get a nickname for you. What should I call you, hmm?" He kept talking, hoping to distract her from her near-death experience. If she was anything like the foals he'd met before, she'd move on from such events without much problems. Children were very going at recovering from almost anything. "What about Nami? My own special nickname, just for you."
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