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Ankou



Nicknames: The Grim Reaper, Kou(though no one calls him this)
Gender: Stallion
Age: Ten
Birth Season: Summer
Birth Place: Equine Kindom from earth, far off land of the Amazon where humans had not reached

Breed: Clydesdale x Friesian
Height: 18 hands
Appearance: He is a tall menacing creature. His coat(where it is still there) is a smokey shade of black. His long mane and tail are a twisted ebony. His four hooves are heavily feathered, each leg having a tall stocking of white running up it. He sounds somewhat normal, right? Not for long. The trek into the world of Aeon has cursed him. The skin on his face has been ripped away, showing his skull. In the sockets where his eyes should be there is a deep shinning green, but no true eyes, and so the equine is blind. The skull has been submitted to the wear and tear of the world and so it has turned a dirty tanish color. Cracks are to be found on almost every surface of the bone. On the outside of his two ears, which were left with skin, grow two long deer like antlers. They have become as worn as the skull that protrudes from his face, the same dirty tan colors them and scratches overwhelm the bone appendages. Along the right side of his neck, his mane falls to the left, there is an open wound that shows his spine. Blood usually oozes from the wood, causing him to spell of death. On his left side there is an open area that shows his rib cage. Some muscle shows through the missing skin, but in most parts there is nothing but the worn rib cage that shows his organs. From his back protrudes two large wings. On his right the wing is feathered with smokey black feathers, though some have fallen off. But on the left the wing has very few feathers. In some places the meat of his wing has been torn away. In others only the muscle is left. It is a very gruesome sight. On the rest of his body there are scars riddled over his coat from being blind and therefor walking into things. Because he is blind and walks through things a lot his horns have acquired vines that wrap around them and leaves that get caught in the web like tangle of the vines. His mane and tail are packed with leaves and vines that they have been drug through.

Magic Class: Necromancer
Level:2
Posts until level up:7
Strengths: Independent, His size.
Weaknesses: Blind, Somewhat suicidal, Hates himself, Angered easily, Likes solitude(though he secretly hopes to be accepted), Depressed, Holds Grudges, Trust issues, Horses are afraid of him.
Personality: He is a creature who lives in solitude. He has learned to accept being alone, but he longs to be accepted. Longs to have horses that love him, even though he is grotesque. Because of his curse(his body deformations given to him through the portal) he has grown deeply depressed. No one wants to be around him because of his deformation, they call him a monster and run from him in fear. Due to this depression he believes that he would be better off dead. No one would miss him, no one would care. But whenever he sets out on the mission to end his life something stops him, he is never able to finish the job. Why? Maybe he is a coward. Or maybe there is a reason why he is alive. Also due to the depression the stallion has a short temper. He believes that anyone who is kind to him is just playing some cruel trick and so he tends to spout off at them, causing them to fear him. These horses not accepting him and running from him has caused deep trust issues. He does not trust anyone that he meets. He is unsure of anything that is around him and has become quite spook able, though he is the scary one. His blindness has caused him to become very wary. His other senses are slightly heightened, but not very much. He still tends to ram into trees or trip over things. But despite all of these things if someone got to know the stallion they would learn that he is a very good guy. He would easily give his life for a friend. He can be trusted with any information, he never tells a secret and never forgets. He will protect someone with his life. He is caring, always searching for new ways to make his friends life better. He loves those that love him with such a strong love that they can feel it even when they are not around him.

Dam: Leana
Sire: Folen
Past Ranks: Was a knight
Past Herds: His father’s herd
History: Ankou was born to the king of a small land. His father was loved by his followers, a great ruler. He was fair and strong, talked of far and wide for being one of the best rulers. His mother was sweet, a very loving mare, always checking in on the members of the herd and making sure that everything was fine with them. Ankou was raised in love, raised to be a gentleman. Once he reached his fourth year he was knighted by his father. He was trained to battle and was looked at as one of the strongest knights, due to his size. But he was not one for this life. He did not enjoy the heat of the battle, he would rather be off lazing about and caring for the members of the kingdom. But his father would not hear this, he forced Ankou to be a knight, he was needed because of his size. So, Ankou ran away. He did not go far. Instead he stayed close to the edge of the kingdom, though he did not pay much attention to what was going on, so he did not know of the huge battle being waged there. Once Ankou reached the ripe age of seven he decided to go back home, maybe his father would understand him now. But Ankou would never know. The kingdom had been taken over, completely demolished. Everyone was killed, their bodies strewn about the land as a message to any horse that wished to try and overtake the land from the new king. To Ankou this was all his fault. If only he had stayed he would have been able to save this land. It was his fault that everyone had died. He was a murderer, a betrayer. He turned his back on his old life, ran far from that land, hoping to rid it of his mind. But the grief that he felt tore him up inside. It killed a part of his heart, a part of him was now gone. As he traveled a large rip in the world showed up in front of the stallion, being as suicidal as he was he decided to travel inside of it, little did he know that it would curse him even more. The trip through the portal caused major changes to the creature’s body, and to his horror he was not permitted to go unconscious. First the skin from his face was ripped away, taking with it the eyes that allowed him to see. Now he was completely blind, but he could still feel. Then bones began to grow from his skull, creating deer like antlers. His cries of pain were heard by no one in the rift, or no one cared. Next more skin was torn from his body, from his neck and from his side. After that came the bones of his body creating wings that broke through his back. One wing was perfectly feathered, while the other had skin torn from it, feathers ripped off, bones breaking through. Once the rift was done with its cruel joke it spit him out into the land of Aeon. Ankou traveled the land alone. He tried to meet horses, tried to find someone to help him in this new land. But everyone ran from him in fear. This caused him to become even more depressed. Soon he learned to be happy with his solitude. But he is still searching for someone to accept him, still hoping. Ankou was not the stallion’s name at first. Though he has long forgotten the name that was given to him at birth. Once he reached Aeon a new name was screamed from the lips of equines that met him. Ankou, The Grim Reaper. So, he took this name on as his own, took it to heart.


PLAYER

Username: Coraline
cBox Name: Cora
Experience: Couple of years off and on


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Nerida



Nicknames: Neri, Ner, pretty much anything.
Gender: Female
Age: Nine
Birth Season: Fall
Birth Place: Burgeon Coast, far off into the ocean

Breed: Andalusia
Height: 16 hands
Appearance: Nerida's coat is a deep sea green, with a lighter version of that color under her belly. She has a dorsal stripe which is an even lighter, more vibrant color of green that runs from the top of her tail to the tip of her ears. From this dorsal stripe, towards the middle of her back, tiger stripes stretch out, curving down her stomach and rump. Around her eye there is a sideways diamond of the same color as her dorsal stripe. Her eyes are a predatorial golden color, with darker shades cutting through from her pupil. Her ears are longer than a normal equines, to help keep water out. Her nostrils are thinner and longer than normal equines to keep out water while she is swimming. Her hooves are a deeper emerald green. Her mane and tail are long and curly. They start out the same deep sea green as her coat and slowly fade to the color on her stomach. Along her jaw line the mare has a row of gills. These allow her to breath underwater, for sort periods of times. They can also change water types, so that she is not only able to live in salt water. Right before these gills the mare has a set of small fins, the same color as her coat.

Magic Class: Elemental/Water
Strengths: Powerful swimmer, very kind, good listener, compassionate, stealthy(while in the water).
Weaknesses: Very naïve, hates herself, can't go far from water, skittish, shy, somewhat bipolar, holds grudges.
Personality: This mare hates herself. Her kind are monsters and though she tries to not crave meat the way they do she does. This causes her to despise who she is. But though she hates herself she tends to love everyone else, even if they do not deserve the love. She is kind to equines even if they are not kind to her. She has an intense need to fix any broken or hurt equine that she finds. She trusts others easily. She is very compassionate, often falling into fits of passion that other equines would not understand. But do due her lineage the mare is also cruel. She thirsts after the blood of other animals. She enjoys toying with them. The mare tries to hide these personality traits, but every now and again they surface. Due to these very differing personalities the mare has become quite bipolar. Her emotions switching back and forth carelessly.

Dam:Nixie(died when Nerida was three)
Sire: Unknown, he left before she was born.
Past Ranks: none
Past Herds: Stayed with her mother then became a rogue
History: Nerida was born into a family of one. She grew up with only her mother, though she did not mind. Her mother raised her in a tribal setting. Teaching that the spirits of the world guide you. She taught her everything the mare knew. How to swim, how to breath outside of the water, how to communicate with sea animals. But her mother was still much different than her. Her mother did not mind killing other animals, while Nerida did. Though the young filly knew that she had to kill to survive she did not enjoy it like the others of her species. Even so she was a happy young filly. Once Nerida was one year old her mother allowed her to travel out to the sea and meet other equines of her kind. The mothers would all keep watch while the youngsters played. That was where Nerida learned to be so kind. She learned to love having someone to talk to, someone to listen to.

One day when Nerida turned three she decided to go out and play in a deep part of the sea, leaving her mother close to the shore. But as the mare returned home she saw a gruesome sight. A rogue stallion had attacked her mother, killing her and left her to die. Nerida was too late, her mother was already dead when she came to her side. Nerida was not stupid, she knew that the stallion who attacked her mother was still lurking and so she ran. She ran far from that place, farther down the coast to a part of the ocean where the waves beat the rocks furiously. She knew that no equine would dare live there, so she made it her home. Because of that place she grew to be a powerful swimmer and despite herself she grew into a good hunter. But Nerida never forgot the sight of her dead mother. The atrocity of that lone stallion made Nerida hate her species, hate herself. And that hatred would never cease. And though Nerida's mother is gone, due to her upbringing, the mare believes that her mother is still with her. Guiding her.


Coraline

Username: Coraline
cBox Name: Cora



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My Words
My Thoughts
My actions

Nicknames: Wanderer
Gender: Stallion
Age: Twelve
Birth Season: Early Fall
Birth Place: Deep in the Tanglevine Swamp
Orientation: Sways, he can go anyway.

Breed: Aeonian Horse
Height: 18 hands
Appearance: The boy is a massive beast. His height allows him to tower over most members of the Aeon world. The mixture between light and heavy draft breeds has allowed the boy muscles that are both thick and refined. His frame is small enough so that he does not look overly bulky. The base color of his coat is that of pure white, which the boy usually tries to keep clean. On his pelt are large, dotted, swirl patterns (the patterns are large while the dots are small). They form mainly on his chest, barrel, and rump. A few twist down his legs and one finds itself on the left side of his neck. These dots that form swirls are a vivid light blue, the color looking as if it shines off of his pelt. Two lines of these same dots run up his face, from the edge of both his nostrils (the edges that are closer to each other) up. Under his eyes is a thick black line that starts as his eye ends and curves down into a sharp point down to his chin. His eyes are two different colors. One (the left) is a shiny emerald color and the other (the right) is the same shinning blue as his markings. The boy’s mane is snow white, though as it moves farther down it slowly changes to the blue of his markings. The boy’s mane hangs down to the right all the way to his shoulder in thick sheets of waves, though because he does not take care of it some parts have begun to dread. His tail is the same white color, also transitioning to blue as it goes down. It hangs down to the ground, just barely trailing behind him, parts of his tail have also begun to dread out. The boy’s legs are heavily feathered; most of the hair is white though some find the color of his markings. From his broad shoulders hang long wings. The feathers grow thick with no space between them. The main color is white. The dotted blue spirals run up the main spine of his wings and some of the vanes shine the same blue color. A spiraling white horn comes from his forehead.

Magic Class: Witch Doctor
Strengths: Physically strong, polite, intelligent, gentlemanly, usually good with conversation, not easily surprised.
Weaknesses: Likes to stay away from others usually, very self-important, can be cold at times, has a very short temper, holds grudges easily, slight ptsd.
Personality: At first the boy can seem very cold and uncaring. He tries to stay far from others due to the fact that he believes he is better than anyone he could meet. He easily judges others based upon first appearances and first words. He tends to be a very angry horse, due to his past. And so because of these faults in his character few choose to stick around to see what is below all of the walls that he builds up. But if one was to stay they would find a much different equine. Murtagh is a very gentlemanly character, always trying to make others happy even if it is at the expense of himself. He is a loyal companion, willing to give his life to ones he calls friends. He is very caring, able to listen to ones troubles for long expanses of time, but whether or not he understands and cares is a whole other question. The boy easily carries on a conversation, even though he does not enter into speaking often. He does not open up about his past easily, choosing to stay the strong-silent type instead of opening up. If he does choose to let down that final wall it will only be for his closest friends.

Dam: Cleona
Sire: Oisin
Past Ranks: Foal of the small her/village he was in.
Past Herds: A small village far in the swamp that he was born in.
History: The boy was born deep into the Tanglevine Swamp into a small village like herd. They were routed deep into native beliefs and customs, most of them being Witch Doctors. But because so many of the equines held this power they were looked down upon, thought of as demons by other herds. So, one day the village was attacked. A band of stallions attacked the village, killing any equine that they saw, except for the children. Because of that Murtagh was forced to watch his parents be killed. The stallions kept the children alive to recruit them into their herd. Many were so afraid of death that they accepted the offer, but Murtagh along with a few others refused. Because of their denial of the wishes of the stallions they were taken as slaves. The boy had to live the next five years of his life under constant watch and torture of the stallion. He suffered through these years, gaining both mental and physical scars. But he stayed strong, promising himself that one day he would get free. That day did come; the stallions who were watching him fell asleep on duty. Murtagh ran fast and far, never looking back on the life that he had lived. Once he was away from those stallions and his old life the boy swore to himself that he would never allow anyone to treat him that way again. He swore that he would stay a free equine and fight against those who wished to put others under themselves. He did not object to ruling, he believed that there were those who were meant to rule and those to serve. But the boy does object to equines who ruled harshly, treating others badly. And so he set out to find those who treated others under their rule badly and seek his revenge upon them.

PLAYER

Username: Coraline
cBox Name: Cora

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