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Nicknames: Morph, Phantom, Ghost
Gender: Mare
Age: 6 Years
Birth Season: Winter
Birth Place: Withering Tales
Breed: Andalusian
Height: 16 hh.
Current Herd: None ~ Loner
Current Ranks: N/A

Appearance




Morphine is covered head to hoof in a shimmery white pelt. Well make that used to be. She really let herself go since leaving Panzram and about 90% of the time she’s covered in some form of mud or dirt, which matches her darker muzzle. Her two identical scars, scratches left behind on her hips from a cougar when she was a foal are near invisible now. The mare yields a massive well-toned frame and despite her structure and ripping muscles, which at times seem to be almost bursting from beneath her coat, she still has a very feminine curve to her body. Her big black eyes and rather large ears which she used to get made fun of for are all the better to see and hear you with, my dear. Morphine always had a lot of hair. Sadly her mane is now all tangled into each other exposing her enormous neck. Her tail is long, tick, and for the most part all twisted together as well. It is most often seen being drug on the ground. It seems like years since she used to be adorned by her shimmering silver tresses and gleamed in the sun as the rays hit her pelt.

Magic Class: None.

Strengths:
✵ Manipulation
✵ Seduction
✵ Self sufficient
✵ Confidence
✵ Loyalty
✵ Strength

Weaknesses:
✵ Attachments
✵ Positive emotions
✵ Stubborn
✵ Impulsive

Personality
Morphine has a unique personality, a temptress with more than a few screws loose. She is twisted and strange while being cruel and cold. Her mind is an abundance of ugly things and hideous scenarios. She doesn't get along with mares, and instead throws herself at stallions knowing full well that although they are using her, she is using them. She does not rely on her sarcastic wit to frighten others, merely her persuasion and manipulation to seduce and destroy them. Behind her eyes reel the plug to dark thoughts and wicked ideas. Sly and witty, especially with her words, she is very deceitful and will often lure others into her web of lies, only to mess with their bodies and hearts where they are lucky if it doesn't end with their death. Her psychotic nature is nothing to be toyed with, often classified as unstable to those who really know her. Devious and willing to bat her eyelashes shut and wake emotionless at the thought of her toy’s death, she will only let someone who she feels to be a true god of death into her heart.

History

Dam: Mary Jane
Sire: Mind Over Matter
Past Herds: Srotigus Pit w/Panzram

Morphine was born to a nothing-special mare from a nothing-special sire. She never met her loser of a sire and she liked it that way. He was some uppity do-gooder type and her mother hated him, hated the very core of his being. She also thought he was some damaged cretin like herself, but got very upset when she found out he was a goody-goody so she ditched him, and never looked back.

The vixen's foal-hood was quite boring and average. Her mother was often distant so she grew up resenting mares. She ended up leaving Morphine alone when she got attacked by a cougar who left two identical scars on her hips. Somewhere along being a foal and growing up into a mare she became severely twisted and psychotic. As soon as she was old enough she went out on her own never belonging to any herd. A true dark hearted mare, she spent most of her years playing games with foolish stallions. She loved the attention she got and she loved the lies she told to seduce them. They were stories and she could be the attractive lead role. From the poor, innocent, and lonely mare looking for a stallion to take care of her, to the cute, spunky, and attractive fae a stallion could only dream of, she wheeled them in. Seek and destroy, it was all a game. Even if she couldn't kill them it was fun to play with their hearts. With stallions that had a heart like hers it was a different story, she would flirt with them, letting them do as they pleased. She was never a victim. It meant nothing to her she just wanted to take away their hatred, pain, and suffering, even temporally.

Upon meeting Panzram back in withering tales, things seemed to be falling into place. There was something about that stallion Morphine she couldn't get enough of. Was it his love for death, pain, and suffering? Who could pick just one of his many qualities that seemed to just devour her soul? In a good way of course! Unfortunately when emotions start to get involved and attachments start forming Morphine runs. Call it a self-destructive behavior; call it paranoia, whatever the case. Morphine ran. She ran for what seemed like days, then weeks…till finally she was far enough away that she felt somewhat sane again. The curvaceous mare hated feeling weak and grew bitter at Panzram for letting her go in the first place. Then grew furious because the last thing she wanted was to be manipulated like she manipulates everyone else. In her twisted head of hers that’s all Panzram wanted to do. Use her. Pop out a few babies and cast her aside like some crotchety old hag. She was never the one to get used and she’d be damned if she let him take advantage of her. Nevertheless she would catch herself missing him and every time she did, would play her game on an unsuspecting fool. Find a stallion, pick him up, rip him open, and drink his blood. Needless to say she left a trail of corpses all the way to the Grand Canyon. By the time she ended up there the mare really let herself go and the game wasn't so much about the seduction as it was about the kill now. All she cared about was killing in an attempt to get out her aggression and that sweet soothing red liquid which calmed all her nerves. Morphine lost a few screws along the way that much was apparent and it wasn’t until she was chasing some pathetic pack mule she encountered the rift. It’s like the bastard knew it was there and led her straight to it.

Relationships
Sephiroth - A rather annoying yet handsome stallion that Morphine is rather intrigued by. She played a little game on him with the purpose of gaining an ally and protector in this new world. Right before she was about to accept said offer into Gascti, Panzram showed up and drama ensued.

Mr. Darcy - *Coming soon*

Panzram - *Coming soon*

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Cruel and Beautiful World - Sephiroth & Panzram
Hatred & Denial - Mr. Darcy & Predators
While I clean this Slate - Panzram

Other
Human actress: Maria Brink


Theme Songs:
Kill Hannah - Lips Like Morphine
In this Moment - Blood


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”Talk talk talk”
Walk walk walk

Rais

Pronounced: Race
Nicknames: none
Gender: Male
Age: Newborn
Birth Season: Greenstime
Birth Place: Aeon

Breed: Andalusian x Appaloosa x Oldenburg
Height: Will be fully grown at 16.1 hands
Appearance: Rais' newborn coat was a deep charcoal color with a prominent white blanket across his midsection. Obviously the influence of his father's appaloosa genes. This however will change as he begins to grow older. Eventually parts of the black will begin to fade into grey. This leaves Rais with a very splotchy look due to the silvery flecks and speckles that litter his once dark frame. His crown is covered with grey from one black orb to the other, resembling a bandit's mask, and he is lighter around his muzzle as well. His mane and tail are half white and black. Starting with white around his crown and base of tail. Rais's frame very much resembles his mother. He has a very thick, arched boa and all of his mother's rippling muscles to go along with it.

Magic Class: None
Strengths: Sly & Manipulative, intelligent, brute strength.
Weaknesses: Possessive, perfectionist, superficial.

Personality: Rais would be the complete opposite of his twin sister if it weren't for the shared characteristics from both of his parents. He most definitely shares panzram's possessiveness, and is most possessive of his twin sister. He would go to any length for her and he does everything he can for his own or family's profit. Unlike his sister who can be spastic and speaks her mind, qualities that he would never harbor any ill feelings against her for having, he is polished and refined. He treats his sister like a cherished relic and would inflict sadistic torture on anyone who would even think to harm her.

Like his mother Rais is very sly and manipulative....and quite debonair. He too shares her love for games but plays them in a much different way. Rais has the ability to put on a face when needed and is gifted in knowing exactly who you want him to be and will use it to his every advantage. Unless you are his family or somehow manage to get close to him he never means a word of what he says to you. Despite being so composed he still harbors the same hatred for mutants as his father and looks at them with an aristocratic disdain. He would not however pass up an opportunity to befriend the right ones if it could help out himself or his family.

As an extreme perfectionist Rais will stop at nothing to impress Panzram, he is terrified of his father's disapproval he wants nothing more than to help his father raise an army of normals against the mutants. He is arrogant and tyrannical when not using others in his plots and will do whatever he has to to produce results. He will carry out whatever evil his father orders him to do and he is someone you can always count on to follow through. He will not flinch at the sight of blood and as he grows up will abandon the reflex of fear.


Dam: Morphine
Sire: Panzram
Past Ranks: None
Past Herds: None
History: Born to Panzram and Morphine. Too young for anything else.

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