Xenon
May 20, 2013 11:48:05 GMT -8
Post by Carmine on May 20, 2013 11:48:05 GMT -8
Name :: Xenon
Breed :: Friesian cross
Age :: 4
Gender :: Stallion
Alliance :: Tribe of Gathering Shadows
Pelt Color :: Black
Mane/Tail Color :: Black
Eye Color :: Brown
Markings :: None
Height :: 16.1 hh
Personality ::Xenon thrives on perfection, as did his light parents; but he had is eyes set on a different kind of perfection. Growing up, he never did as he was told and was very unruly, and had very twisted passion. Being a troubled foal, he seemed to enjoy mutilating small creatures and putting others in extreme physical or emotional pain. He never felt any love toward anyone, probably because none was ever given to him. Being a huge showoff, Xenon seems to believe he is stronger than any other and could do anything he pleased. He doesn't give a care about anyone else's petty rules or herd statuses, so he tends to live alone. If anyone pisses him off or gets in his way, it won't take him long to attempt to rip their throats out. He cares very little about alliances, and although he would be considered a dark equine of the Gathering Shadows tribe, he doesn't like categorizing himself like that. It is very hard to gain his respect, and so far nobody has managed to do so.
History ::Xenon was born in a light herd. His parents loved perfection, and their herd was full of perfect horses, no scars mentally or physically. When Xenon's parents discovered that he had a few birth defects, they were shocked. Being lights and him being their son, they let him stay, but Xenon could feel how they treated him differently. He tried his hardest to be the best for them; to make up for his imperfections. But it always ended up making trouble for him, and making things even worse. When he turned a year old, Xenon had built up hate toward his parents. Toward them all. He adopted strange hobbies and became a merciless killer, something a caring parent would have noticed; but nobody in the whole herd noticed. Perhaps it was his way of acting out, being strange and refusing to listen to anyone. But this got him no attention - in fact, Xenon sometimes felt he didn't exist. He worked hard to become great fighter, often heading into the badlands to practice his attacks. Even after he developed and his imperfections were gone, it wasn't the same. Those imperfections had created a barrier between Xenon and his parents, and of course the time would come when that barrier would be broken. One night while the herd was at rest, Xenon killed his mother slowly and painfully. His father heard the mare's cries, but came to late. Enraged at his son, they got into a fight; but Xenon's father was very old and was easily killed. The other horses were unsure, as they watched Xenon nervously. A few ran as he began to attack, killing off almost the whole herd. The revenge felt wonderful. It didn't take Xenon long before he was just killing random horses for fun. The rest of the horses of the land got together one night, afraid but determined to chase off Xenon. The brute simply laughed at them and went off willingly, feeling the need for a change in scenery anyways. His recent kills had made him think a bit; it was tiring, and the games were getting boring. He decided that he would head somewhere new and try to change, to correct his past and twisted mind. Was he lonely? Perhaps. At four years old, he was very handsome. Maybe it was time for him to settle down, see if he could find himself a mate or something; experience love for a change. For Xenon, that was crazy talk; but only time will tell if he ensues the path of power or peace - maybe even both.