Post by ƒireh! on Apr 15, 2014 2:02:46 GMT -5
Name: Nightmare
Age: 9 years
Breed: Shire cross
Gender: male
Height: 19 hh
Coat Color: bay
Mane Color: black
Tail Color: black
Eye Color: burnt orange
Markings: snip, black stockings to the knees and white socks to just above the ankles on each leg.
Extra Features: mangled leather wings. razor sharp teeth, with fangs that are visible. his blood is oily black. two sets of horns, one curling back on either side of his head like a ram's, the other set just barely arching back from next to his ears. bone plating down his spine.
Alliance: unaligned
Personality: This handsome stag will toy with you until he gets bored and just rip the still beating heart from your chest when he's through. He can be charming, suave, and utterly smooth when he wants to be, but in the end, all that's really there is danger. Dark, twisted, and sadistic don't come close to describing this beast. An aura of debauchery seems to radiate from him, a type of vibe he gives off when anyone is near him. He's a creature vacant of caring or remorse, and won't bother saying anything to you if he doesn't like you, or rather, he'll take a bite from you and leave you scarred. Nightmare is exactly as his namesake represents, a nightmare that will forever haunt your dreams if you manage to actually escape his grasp and run away.
Description: A massive beast, Nightmare isn't exactly bulky. He's built in a lean muscled way, making him dangerous for his height and size, adding in agility that shouldn't come with his size. He's a solid creature despite the initial impression, and a terrifying one at that. The wings from his shoulders are leathery and easily span fifty feet or more from tip to tip, the membranes tattered and loose, making them useless to fly with. A pair of horns curves from beside his ears and down and around them, curling like a ram's while another pair grow in right in front of them, set a mere half inch further on his head and curving back and ending in sharp points. His smile is terrifying, filled with razor sharp bloody teeth and fangs that jut past his lower lip even with his mouth closed. Bone plating runs down his spine, looking as if he's grown a second spine on top of his skin, ivory hued and hard as can be.
History: Born as a bastard child in a faraway land, there was something wrong with Nightmare the moment he was pushed out into the world. His birth was his mother's death, and his father turned him to a mare that would sustain him before leaving him with her, disappearing for good. He grew up quick, with burnt orange eyes that carried a world of something else in them, dark and haunted with night terrors and fears of what he had done. As he grew, the terrors twisted his fragile mind, and he snapped, killing the mare that had helped him live. He dug into her carcass and pulled out a rib bone, and a new obsessive behavior took him over. Nightmare gathered rib bones from the dead, chewing on them in his travels wherever he went, rolling them on his tongue or just playing with them in general until he broke them open and got a new one. No one's sure how he twisted so much in on himself over the years, but when he came to a new land, he brought a reign of terror behind him that cloaked the place in a blanket of darkness and horror. That place was a far away land called Run Like The Wind, and just as suddenly as he came, he vanished. He wandered the wilds, eventually ending up in another land and surprisingly falling in love, not knowing it was the land of his birth. However, as the twisted lovers (both murdering creatures of the nasty sort) came to be, they soon drifted apart. She vanished, leaving him to snap what last bits of sanity he had remaining, and he wandered again. He moved about for years, staggering around and chewing on the rib bones he covets so much. It wasn't long before he staggered here. Coming to this land has brought change upon him, turning him into a ghastly foul beast after a late night run in with the wrong horses.. shamans. He's still a wanderer, but now he haunts the darker corners of Nevermourne, constantly lurking and hunting, bringing rib bones with him and gnawing on them obsessively.