Post by kaylakiwi on Nov 13, 2011 16:33:56 GMT -5
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[/color]Murmur![/i][/color][/color][/font]I look at you, and what I see, is how much I hate you when you breathe..
I'm sorry, but I am currently unable to put a picture here. My laptop is broken and I am posting this using a tablet (Samsung Galaxy). I promise to get an image up as soon as I possibly can, but for now, all I can supply is a very detailed paragraph on his appearance. I hope that that's okay?[/CENTER]
Not here to mend the promises that you break,
I'm just fixing God's only mistake..
Name: Murmur
Nickname(s): N/a
Gender: Stallion
Age: Approx. 8
Breed: Quarter Horse
Height: 17.1 hh
Species: Aurex x Maugrim
Alliance: Sideth
Appearance: Very large in both height and body size, 17.1 hh; dark grey with black points; mane is short and choppy, stands upright, forelock is very long and normally falls down on right side of face, has a neon green coontail; tail is short as well, always messy/ruffled; eyes are the standard milky white, has good eye sight; rather small hooves and thin legs, but very quick on his feet and fast; long scar over right eye recieved during a battle; has multiple scars over his entire body and is always gaining more; wears the classic gold moon crystal on a chain necklace double looped around his poll area; has a pair of long ivory fangs that are constantly on display, he views them as a trophy; green tribal mark on his left shoulder; a series of green spikes spiraling down both front legs (similar to barbed wire, I suppose.)
Personality: Murmur is cruel and cold-hearted. Some claim that he himself had the soul sucked right out of him. Others say it's just black, and that it is. He always wears a nasty expression and likes to sneer and snarl. He enjoys conflicting pain upon others, and shows little to no emotion about it. Murmur is also known to be rather cocky and arrogant, always insisting on having the last word. He doesn't get along with other stallions, but he can be a large flirt around mares, which consists of most of his diet. He rarely smiles, mostly just smirks and cackles. Violence isn't his first nature, but a meeting with him almost always ends with it. He prefers being alone unless he has to eat. That is the only time that he would actually seak out the company of another horse. His diet is strictly horse blood, although if he becomes desperate enough he may rely on the blood of an animal. Overall, he is a nasty creature who loves sucking both blood and souls.
History: Murmur wasn't born a vampire, and there are some rumors stating that he wasn't even mean or cruel like he is now. And they'd be true. Although, he was pushed into the Maugrim by his father who also was one. One night he was out following a rather pretty young filly, one he'd had his eyes on for quite some time. It made his heart ache to have to take her soul. But his mission was cut off when he had a run in with another stallion. The smaller colt lost, and he was bitten. He never returned to his herd, and instead traveled with his new teacher. For two years the older stallion taught Murmur everything he currently knows about what he is. During these years, the colt, now a handsome stallion, turned cold. Many blame it on his mentor, others say that the murdering and taste for blood did it to him. Nonetheless, no one wanted to cross his path. Even his mentor began to become a little wary of the beast he created. And on the third year, Murmur had grown strong enough to outpower the stallion. He drank the blood and took his soul. He captured it in the crystal that he wears and sometimes, when he experiences pleasure or joy, it will glow. All of the other souls he collects normally just get thrown out. It's very rare for him to keep any.
After the death of his mentor, he was now free to do as he pleased. He still tortured and took souls from others, the ones that scream being his favorite, his crystal always glowing brightest when he captured one like that. And, being a vampire, his job was both fun and beneficial. He eats almost as often as he takes souls. Murmur is often troubled by the need for finding food, however. He is rather sly and sneaky about his killings, prefering not to make a big show out of it unless there is a rival stallion or pretty mare there to impress. His killings are.normally slow and painful, just the way he likes it. Now he just travels in search of his next victim, sometimes, very rarely, stopping to talk to a fellow Maugrim.
I hope this is all right.. (:
kaylakiwi[/font]
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