Post by Satan on Nov 28, 2006 17:58:42 GMT -5
± Your Name| Kristen
± How you heard of us| banner
± Password from rules|sinner
± Character Name|Satan
± Nickname| Slayer
± Age| 7
± Gender|Stallion
± Breed| Shire, Clysdesdale
± Family| Lucifer, the others are dead
± Alignment|Darkness
± Height| 21 hands
± Color| Black
± Markings| Scars travel a crooked path on his pelt, one is colored like blood and goes from between his auds through an eye and to the tip of his mizzle
± Eye Color| one is a blood shot black, the other is black
± Personality| My brother is Lucifer, and if you think that he is truly evil then you haven’t met me. My genes will only go to the finest mare, the rest are merely playthings for me to destroy. Blood and destruction are my life’s work. Killing all and watch them die. Have I lost a battle yet? What do you think? I pleasure myself in the slow torture and destruction of others. The only one who can see a nice side (meaning I wont kill him) is my brother. For he killed our parents and there fore freed us. But that does not make him darker……. Did you ever think that I was the one that made him who he is today? No I didn’t think so, his mind was easily twisted when he was younger, like the neck of a mare……
± History| my history is my own
± Rp Example|
± How you heard of us| banner
± Password from rules|sinner
± Character Name|Satan
± Nickname| Slayer
± Age| 7
± Gender|Stallion
± Breed| Shire, Clysdesdale
± Family| Lucifer, the others are dead
± Alignment|Darkness
± Height| 21 hands
± Color| Black
± Markings| Scars travel a crooked path on his pelt, one is colored like blood and goes from between his auds through an eye and to the tip of his mizzle
± Eye Color| one is a blood shot black, the other is black
± Personality| My brother is Lucifer, and if you think that he is truly evil then you haven’t met me. My genes will only go to the finest mare, the rest are merely playthings for me to destroy. Blood and destruction are my life’s work. Killing all and watch them die. Have I lost a battle yet? What do you think? I pleasure myself in the slow torture and destruction of others. The only one who can see a nice side (meaning I wont kill him) is my brother. For he killed our parents and there fore freed us. But that does not make him darker……. Did you ever think that I was the one that made him who he is today? No I didn’t think so, his mind was easily twisted when he was younger, like the neck of a mare……
± History| my history is my own
± Rp Example|
Whispers, whispers on the wind. Blowing lightly in to the surrounding leafy trees. The whispers, that of demons, warning all that evil was soon to come. One so evil that even hell spat him back out. Do you listen to these whispers, do you take heed?
Loud vibrations thundered through the air as mighty hooves came down mercilessly upon the grassy terrain. Nature seemed to cringe away from the evil being as he barreled past, an aura of destruction emitting from his hellish being.
It seemed as if darkness flew from his massive carcass, but it was merely dark feathering about his limbs and thick dark banners of darkness streaming behind him. He carried his crown high, long rounded auds pinned flat against his concave cranium in a continuous gesture of malice and hostility. Dark whirlpools of destruction took in the landscape, searching but not finding what he wanted, but he was vigilant.
His long thick muscular boughs carried him effortlessly and swiftly athwart the tender emerald shoots of grass, quite a feat for a stallion of his magnitude. Muscle rippled beneath his shorthaired ebony pelt, pulling over his hard well shapen extremities. He peeled back his sinister orifices, revealing dull ivory teeth and tender crimson flesh. Nares flared as he heavily took in the odors all around him, searching but not finding what he wanted, but he was vigilant.
Blood, I will bathe in blood. Obliteration, I will be your demise. Affliction, I will hear you cry. Blood, obliteration, affliction, I will bring it all down upon this world of weaklings. I will cleanse this world of all those not fit enough to live upon it. Wasting my air, wasting my space, get out of here now before I put you in your place. Hell is calling you home, but believe me it will be a welcoming after I’m done with you!
All seemed to stand immobile and soundless as his scream assaulted the heavens. It carried for miles; its unfathomable sinister tone would drive a weak equine mad and would drive chills along the spines of even the toughest of them. For it held an unspoken promise, one of a demise more gruesome and horrifying than any; and a suffering and torment that none could bare. Do you think it would not hurt you? Satan is no idiot; he will find your deepest fear and play upon it to your last breath. What is that you say? You have no fear? Then you have not met Satan, yet..