Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2012 23:07:21 GMT -5
HORTLAK
Turkish for: Bogeyman
NAME. Hortlak
NICKNAME(S). --
AGE. Six
SPECIES. Equine
BREED. Anglo-Arabian
GENDER. Stallion
HEIGHT. 16.2hh
WEIGHT. 1200lbs
COAT. Dark dapple grey
EYE COLOUR. Blue
NOTABLE MARKINGS. Dapples, white stockings, partial coronet and partial pastern, bloodmark faced
PHYSICAL. Hortlak is neither muscular or skinny, but due to the Arabian and Thoroughbred blood within him, he appears to have a healthy leanness that is similar to a felines. Hortlak is decorated in an array of small scars, due to an incident as a foal where he got tangled badly within a bushel of blackberry bushes. He is agile, swift, and surefooted. A dark dappled grey coat fits across him in various shades of grey. Both front legs have almost identical stocking markings while the left back leg has a partial coronet while the right back leg has a partial pastern. His body mostly resembles his thoroughbred heritage but his face is more arabian, with the trademarked dished face as well as an arched neck. His face however is an oddity. What looks to have been a completely bald face, had been marred by a bloodmark. To Hortlak, it is the worst possible thing to have happened to him and he curses the heavens for putting the wretched thing upon his handsome visage. The bloodmark appears to be a dark seal brown color that almost tricks the mind into seeing it as grey. His eyes are both a dull blue color with no interesting qualities about them. They, at times, appear to be emotionless and cold. Windows to the soul perhaps?
FEARS. Agateophobia | Cynophobia | Gerascophobia | Iophobia | Necrophobia | Ophthalmophobia | Xenophobia
VICES. Avarice | Invidia | Ira | Luxuria | Superbia
STRENGTHS. Cautious | Diligent | Independent | Intelligent | Observant | Passionate | Self-Control | Social Intelligence | Versatile
PET PEEVES. Authority | Being reprimanded | Commoners/Lower ranks | Loud talkers | Offspring | Overly enthusiastic personalities | Overly optimistic types
LIKES. Autumn | Battles | Courtship | Darkness | Females | Fog | Manipulation | Respect | Sarcasm
PERSONALITY. Snake. It's the first thing that comes to mind when you feel the presence of Hortlak. Like the serpent that tempted Eve, Hortlak is just as cunning and manipulative, even more dangerously so as he's learned to be socially intelligent. He investigates his prey, his cold and unmoving eyes watching everything they do. Every tick, every bat of the eyelash, every quiver of skin helps him in his quest to manipulate. Thinking before he speaks, he tries to weave a beautiful tapestry for the listener, making himself out to be a gallant knight instead of a poisonous serpent. He feeds on nothing more than sadistic pleasures and malicious intent. His brain is something wild and brutal, a sick twisted dreamland that plays out in his dreams at night. He is charismatic and will appear to make friends, but you know what they say, 'keep your friends close and your enemies closer' and to Hortlak, everyone is an enemy.
Well, not everyone. The creature of course has his temptations and one of them is Lust. A beautiful figure and the beast is in a frenzy, though he wont appear to be. His old home knew him as a stalker, stalking the young mares and watching them for hours. There was once a incident where a mare had insisted that he had tried to rape her, but since there was no foal and she had said that he had not been successful in mounting her, there was no other way to prove her allegation. He said, She said I suppose. However, the creature has a brutal and frightening rage that bubbles in the darkest pit of his body. It seems that bringing pain onto others is a sadistic treat to the beast, he relishes it and when in battle he seems to becomes a masochist.
The creature is also a massive hypocrite, blinded by his own love for himself to see that he's actually what he hates in others. To say that he doesn't play well with others is an understatement. Tread lightly when near him, or you're likely to get bit.
MOTHER. Melek, deceased
FATHER. Piç, living
SIBLINGS. Yeliz & Yavuz living, Cennet deceased
HISTORY. If there was a need for a poster boy for the result of an absent father, it would be Hortlak. The only times he saw his father growing up was when his mother, Melek, was in heat. Growing up, he didn't even know his fathers name, rather dubbed him later on as 'The Sperm Donor'. Though, his mother tried to make it up by being the best she could be, she could not prevent the deep resentment that formed within her sons heart for not having a active father in his life. While others learned valuable skills from their fathers, Hortlak had to figure out things on his own. He became a very independent and solitary creature, he became jealous of the way others could be so carefree and open, able to have fun and to enjoy life. A slow, boiling hatred for those kinds festered within him.
When the disease first hit his area it was immediate pandemonium, they had all heard rumors on the wind or by travelers who were searching still for a safe place as the world continued to be swallowed by the disease. What made it worse, was that the single spark that ignited the flames of death, came from the mouth of his own sister. Barely a week old, she had gotten lost for hours, when they finally did find her she showed signs of illness. His mother, being the devoted and caring creature she was, remained beside her child sealing her own fate as well. Then, the others in the herd started to grow ill, those still alive and healthy began to go insane. They wanted to string the innards of his mother and his sister across the valley for condemning them to this fate. Hortlak could not protect them, he couldn't even go near them. They were disgusting. So he abandoned the only person who loved him and a life that didn't even get to live to its fullest as well as the other two siblings his mother had born to his father. It was survival for the fittest and he would not sentence himself to death because of a ridiculous thing like "love".
Upon his travel, fate would have it that Hortlak would meet his father for the first time, oh and how fate had granted him as his father had caught the disease as well. It would be the first time they ever spoke, his father groveling at his first borns feet begging to be helped to find the plant that could cure and the son who had been molded to hate the being that birthed him, denying him help. It was a sweet and tender moment between them as Hortlak turned on his heels and disappeared into the horizon. Unbeknownst to Hortlak, was that his father would later find the plant he had been searching for and had chosen to embed a carnicula stone in his own body instead of dying. Horlak has only just recently found Toren and knows nothing of its history or stories, just that it is safe.
NAME. ZB
AGE. Twenty-four
EXPERIENCE. I've been roleplaying since I was thirteen? lol
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