RUMPLESTILTSKIN

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RUMPELSTILTSKIN

NAME. Rumpelstiltskin.
NICKNAME(S). Rum.
AGE.Five years.
SPECIES. Equine.
BREED. Egyptian Arabian x Paint..
GENDER. Stallion.

HEIGHT. 16hh.
WEIGHT. 1,200 lbs.
COAT. Liver.
EYE COLOUR. Rust, deep gold coloring.
NOTABLE MARKINGS. Splashed White.
PHYSICAL. The structure of this stallion seemed to be crafted by the Pharaohs themselves due to the exotic build that displayed itself handsomely. The coloring of his flesh was such a brilliant and rich hue of Liver one could almost say that he was lucid black, this color reigned dominant upon his flesh as well as the silken mane and tail. The only exception was a splashed white marking covering his entire head, giving the appearance of a skull.. The eyes of this stallion were simply illusive and yet ever so alluring, they were hued to a deep rust coloring which gave the eyes to seem almost aflame or a deep gold. Though unlike most of his fellow breed carried a more slender body mass, he on the other hand had bulked out thanks to the paint. Filling with robust, and well trained muscles that lined every inch of his body underneath the Liver flesh. Scars though due take their effect upon his appearance, they are numerous in numbers and hold just about any shape. The scars also range from different sizes and cover the majority of his frame, due to multiple battles over his life thus far. Though even so if this stallion had been crafted to be used for brawn more so than elegance, he still held traits much like the thick swan-like neck, dished skulls, and any other factor that was a genetic repeat of every true Arabian bloodline.

FEARS.

• Love.
  
• Caring for Another.
  
• Being outwitted.
  

VICES.

• Sarcasm.
  
• Emotionless.
  
• Rage.
  

STRENGTHS.

• The Art of Battle.
  
• Witty/Intellectual.
  
• A Strong leader.
  

PET PEEVES.

• Ignorance.
  
• When little common sense is used by others.
  
• When others try and push him to fight.
  
• The way others throw the word love around.
  
• Arrogance.
  

LIKES.

• Training.
  
• Ladies.
  
• Wolves, due to the fact they are unlike him.
  
• Intelligence.
  
• Difference in a sea of normality.
  

PERSONALITY. He's a cool drink of water, due to the fact he was very easy on the eyes. Handsome and chiseled, one could almost just appear and things were offered to him for no apparent reason. It was certainly as if they had taken this stallion created of cyanide and dipped him in honey to fool the world, and there is how fear itself was created. The wielder of a silver tongue made for his speech to be powerful and yet laced with a noxious venom, though both pleasure and pain can come from his lips. Quite a glacial being in reference to his emotions and feelings, they did not exist with this corrupted soul. The only thing that stood the closest to any form of emotion would be his facial features that will contort at some given times, other than that a numb composure is norm. This fellow was on the contrary a scholarly being, intelligent and wise for his age due to the hunger he craves for knowledge. With this intelligence he actually places it to a divine use being able to manipulate his speech into just about anything he wished for, as well as being witty this made for his responses to almost anything were smooth and well organized. This stallion does not care for any other but himself, this in his opinion was survival and with survival all that truly mattered was oneself. A bit vain one could say this stallion was due to his views, though he was more self-assured just more in one�s face about it. A true demonic creature for he will kill, fight, torture, due whatever nasty deed he wants and whenever he wishes to do so. Even though deadly this male was not one to hold a short-temper, in fact he was the complete opposite in being level headed for the most part. Yet dare another to push this stallion or even give him a second�s time to maul over a challenge and a rage will set in, this rage is a bit blinded. Merciless when in this state and whomever the opponent will almost always wish differently, due to the fact that this stallion will not quit until himself or the opponent is no longer standing or breathing. Overall he is quite the deadly gentleman, they say once your soul is sold it can never be redeemed.

MOTHER. Duchess - Deceased.
FATHER. Tartarus - Deceased.
SIBLINGS.None.
HISTORY. Born of pure Romanian blood it courses through his Arabian/Paint veins, and with this he gained the accent and the native tongue. Tartarus and Duchess were the sire and dam of this foal, and only gave birth to this one foal. To his Sire it was much like a dream, a colt being the first born and therefore would carry on the legacy. Rum�s Sire was in fact King of a section of lands, he ruled with an iron fist. Tartarus was violent, deadly, and in more words or less a true beast, where as his dam a pure of soul though a slave to his father. An interesting mixture indeed and that had been Tartarus�s plan all along, what would create from a creature hell sent and a beauty heaven sent? The kingdom in which he ruled were quite pleased with this experiment as well for they were all veil themselves, and served their leader faithfully. As Rumpelstiltskin grew he was taught the deadly ways of his father�s rulings, listening and learning, for Rum seemed to speak softly yet carry a big stick. His Sire was ruthless with training, giving the young flesh scars and pain that no young being should feel. This is what spawned the rage within, not able to fight back all he could do was continue to stand again and again. The teachings of the other foals were not as violent due to the fact they were not taught by the King, he only continued to pour his corruption down the back of the colt�s throat. Though Rum rarely saw his dam or even spoke to her, though his father had beat all compassion and love he could have felt. One full moon the two year old went out alone, and venturing a bit further than he should have at this nocturnal hour. Though on this journey he was met by a very tall, slender, and overall a gaunt being. It looked as if the years had worn away his muscles, and now all the wandered was a skeleton covered in a lovely dapple gray. Rum and the elder spoke a few short statements to one another, and then the words fell from the elder�s lips. �Once you sign the dotted line your soul is mine.� This did not have meaning at the time of statement, yet this elder promised that his Sire would be taken care of the exception the soul of Rum is given. Odd. Though still young the colt held no bother, as the night came to a close. The next day there was something odd, the herd members who were normally like hell�s minions were sluggish. Within the next week, symptoms had begun to grow worse. Blood, and other liquids would come from the openings of the body, and by the end of the week the only one�s left were himself and his father. Though while the young being seemed immune to the plague, his father was suffering and with his own hooves Tartarus fell to his son�s fate. Rumpelstiltskin felt alive, and felt a new era unfolding to his future. It would be dark, but damn it would be pleasing.

NAME. Addict.
AGE. 18..
EXPERIENCE. Seven to Eight Years.
OTHER CHARACTERS. None.
HOW�D YOU FIND US. I was on Tramenier.
PREFERRED CONTACT METHOD. PM or AIM: xbarrelraceraddictx.

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