Post by barrel on Dec 10, 2011 23:29:09 GMT -5
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[/color]Rumpelstiltskin![/i][/color][/color][/font]When I walk in the spot, this is what I see
Everybody stops and they staring at me
I got passion in my pants and I ain't afraid to show it!
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Girl Look at that Body; I work out!
I'm Sexy and I know it!
The Curse I was given; Rumpelstiltskin.
The Curse I also do not mind; Rum.
The Number of Years I have been torturing the Earth; Twenty-two.
I am blessed to be a; Stallion.
The one I pledge myself too; Damaged.
I am; Dracoquine.
The Gift I wield; Fire.
My gift is of; Novice/Inner Fire.
My Blood is; FriesianxShire.
The Gods Have blessed me with; A divine coloring of darker red roan, metallic sheen gives it quite the handsome appearance. Scales can be noted much like socks, above each hoof a maroon coloration. The mane and tail though is lucid black, no spines are noted. Ram horns are protruding from his skull, quite developed and grand indeed. The eyes of this divine creature are that of Emerald green, vivid and quite alluring. A height of eighteen hands, gives the masculine framework the look of a mammoth. Muscles are etched across the structure, creating a quite intimidating appearance and yet may be quite handsome to another. Fangs do in fact exists within the jaws of this creature, quite saber like though only about two inches extend from underneath his upper jaw. A black onyx pearl necklace hangs from his neck, due to his alliance. A grand tale of scars can be noted all over his bodice, ranging from every inch.
My inner being; This fellow is a charmer, a man that can wield his silver tongue to induce pleasure or dismay. A true ladies man, alluring and seducing a modern day Incubus. A trickster though, a man able to strike deals and gamble even the purest soul away. This stallion is a man of intelligence and wit, therefore does not favor stupidity or arrogance. He favors hunts and challenges they intrigue him and drive him to obtain what he so desperately wishes. One could say an eerie, and distrusting vibe radiates from his aura. The thing he fears most is true love, which is quite odd referring to his species. There is much more complexity to this enigma of a equine one just has to look deep enough.
My Past; Born of a pure bloodline, and abandon at a quite young age not the normal age of ten. Suffering a rough past and meeting the Devil himself all to quickly, selling my soul allowed me to be given life in a manner of speaking of course. Though with the selling of my soul I obtained a grand heap of knowledge, quite interesting as a young being. Growing, gaining, and searching for more wisdom, intelligence, and the ways of new trickery. Now as a mature adult, I shall terrify the land.
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