Post by Aph on Aug 19, 2009 1:05:31 GMT
ASYLUM.
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b i r t h n a m e !? Asylum
s t a g e n a m e !? Asylum.
o r i g i n !? It was just a name his mother thought fit him.
w i n t e r s !? 5
b l o o d !? QH x TB x WB
m e a s u r e !? 16h.
p a t h !? Dark.
s c o p e s !? Light brown with a almost whitish blue at the top of his left eye.
c a n v a s !? Bay
s c y t h e s !? Slate.
r i b b o n s !? Black
s c a r s !? A slash down the right side of his face that reaches from the corner of his eye down for about 2 inches.
p e r s o n a !?
My name was given to me a few weeks after birth and has proven to fit perfectly. I’m not your average stud there are a few things that’s wrong with me. You can’t guess those things by watching my appearance but a few have figured it out by watching my actions. I listen to a voice and a figure that I can see and hear; only you can’t. Over my years I have learn to hide the truth and no one knows of Razz. To know about him you will have to read into the history behind me. I myself and laid back without a care for the world and those that reside in it. I crave royalty and power, which usually gets me in more trouble than I asked for. I am rude, arrogant and do what I please not what others want of me.
Razz on the other hand he is different. He speaks his mind and can sometimes come off as a bi polar ass but he cares about others. He believes that you should care more about well being and life than power and land. He shows more of a neutral alliance than the one I have taken after. Death is a last resort to him when it's a first to me. My moods and actions anger him, and have come to a point where we can’t stand each other, but he cannot leave me.
s k e l e t o n s !? I was born into the herd of a neutral my father Razzle, was the king of his land and my mother queen. I was royalty and treated highly which was something I continue to desire even now. The day I was born my mother moved from the herd into the birthing grounds while Razz was carrying on a Battle to protect our land and us from being over taken by another steed. He would not be there for my birth, when we returned to the lands there was a new leader in charge, my father had lost the battle resulting in his death. After that I continued to hear the voice inside my head and the stallion that spoke to me. His coat was painted black and no markings carved his body. He had scars dug into his flesh, but I knew it was him. My mother had told me about my father and that I wouldn’t get a chance to meet him. After a few days my name was given to me chosen because I continued to talk to myself, but I was truly talking to Razz.
As I grew older I chose the darks instead of the alliance chosen for me by my mother and the lead, resulting in Razz having to do the same. His soul had chosen me to carry him instead of forever staying in hell. Once I reach two I was removed from the herd instead of challenging for a neutral territory I shifted to the dark lands to mark my kingdom. I am now five and working to make my name known amongst the rest of the hellions that roam these lands.
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There are sailing ships thats pass all our bodies in the grass!
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l a m e n t !? Not Chosen Yet
q u o t e s !? Coming!
There are names across the sea only now I do believe !
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