Post by fallen on Apr 13, 2014 22:18:06 GMT -5
Name: The Fallen
Age: 21
Breed: Percheron and Barbant Draft cross
Gender: Stallion
Height: 19.3
Coat Color: [CHESTNUT] dappled gray. (Dapples prominent around the hips, black lips) In dusk, dawn, and the twilight hours, the area around his dapples, and his under side take on a deep copper color.
Mane Color: Ivory with random black hairs, and his tail is tipped in a light copper, along with his forelock.
Tail Color: same as mane
Eye Color: milky white (blind)
Markings: Dapples, black lips. Copper undertones. Three black lines across shoulders and back that reach his barrel resembling wings torn from him.
- Scars *long scar from the top of his nape down to his shoulder from fight with Damien * deep gash behind ear from fight with Lucifer *Deep scar over his throat *deep scaring across chest and barrel from Lucifer
Extra Features: Wings that reach 50 feet from tip to tip to haul his massive frame. The feathers are a nice gray, same tone as his body with dapples but fade into the purest of white on the rest of the feathers. The appendages are soft yet strong but be weary for the beautiful feathers are razor sharp at the tips and at the tips of the wings and on the bends lay large dagger like spikes, of the purest ivory.
Alliance: Light
Personality: The Fallen is a strange stallion and massive, in both size and heart. After all his wrong deeds he went to the side of righteousness. He has no true mother or father, and believes he was born from the ashes of burnt angels. And so, in his world of black he knows he can see them, and talk to them. The Fallen is very wise, almost to that of which he would have been considered a God. But he is not all that power hungry. He is not overly kind, and is not completely cruel. His is a ghostly figure, haunting and intimidating to those that cross him; but he is devout, and honest, loving and true to those that deserve it. TF has always seen himself as an entity, brought to the living to show the world that the righteous are not always pushovers and that there is no such thing as a saint, only those that try their damnedest to be of good. The Fallen is not quick to fight though, and has learned how to cope with the never ceasing darkness he has to endure but when threatened or challenged he has never once stepped down from a battle. He is one of a kind, and throughout his many lives he has never once failed to show someone what they could be and what he truly is.
Description: broken-lust.deviantart.com/art/And-I-can-only-hope-that-I-will-be-remembered-324591471 (without wings)
He is a thick, muscular stallion much like the build of a Percheron and the heavy musculature of his heavy draft linage, although he lacks the heavy feathers of their blood. His features are hard and sharp with a slight roman nose and he has very deep and haunting eyes.
History: He was born from the depth of the ashes, of Angels. The stallion was created from nothing of this world, or so he thinks. No one really knows how he came about this world. Though the sire that had found him within the ashes of a battle field saved him from his hellish fate. The pale gray, did not know what was going on.. from what The Fallen remembered was other worldly..
-His rememberance-
He awoke to darkness, yet could feel intense heat upon his young back. The sorrowful mourns of angels cried as his stout harks flicked to and fro. He could not see, his scrawny limbs did no good. So he lain there, in the warmth of the soot. Then as the overly large foal could feel his death coming in the black of his world he could feel the strong push of another. He blinked, yet still did not see anything. The stallion that found him urged the colt to stand, and soon figured out why he just sat in the first place. Blind as a bat, and abandoned. So the stallion figured, they spoke briefly and TF stayed close to the older stallion, until they reached his home. The young colt knew this was a bad place for he could sense the death. and in the dark world of him, he could see the many ghosts following their killers.
Years passed and the stallion that had found TF raised him like his own son, despite his blindness. The older stallion told him of the dark ways.. of consuming flesh, and raping. When TF was 3 he committed his first treachery. Raping a young filly at the command of his adoptive father.. then after. TF could feel how he had broken the young girls soul. He went to his adoptive, and told him.. but he was still forced to do things the dark way.
When it came time, TF left his adoptive fathers home. He no longer desired to be around all of the angels that wallowed after others. The Fallen had came upon a vast land fuill of turmoil then, his heart ached for the creatures of the land. He became king and reigned for many years until he was dethroned by default from his fellow kings child. Even though TF had been dethroned he was still well respected and loved. He wandered the land for many years after watching his children grow and one in particular grow more vile by the day. TF never grimaced at his child but he knew well enough that his own death was fast coming. It was a somber day when his child, Lucifer, came for him. TF greeted his child and fought as hard as he could and fell to the tyrant. Although many thought of him as dead he regained consciousness and left the land. Time passed and as he has come again to a new land, different and blessed. His wings now adorn his back like the greatest of crowns showing his holiness despite his horrid beginnings.
