Post by S.tarb.ound on May 10, 2009 2:19:39 GMT
Gooseflesh
Starbound
“You can't spell Danger without Anger.”
Starbound
“You can't spell Danger without Anger.”
Name- Gooseflesh
Nickname- Goose
Age- Six
Alliance- Dark
Gender- Stallion
Breed- Shire x Thoroughbred
Height- 17.1hh
Base Color- Gray born Black
Mane and Tail Color- Black
Eye Color- Mahogany
Build- Thick
Likes
+ mares
+ owning some sort of property ranging from slaves to land
+ any types of things that do fear him
Dislikes
- the sight of his own blood
- death of any living thing
- thunder, not thunderstorms, just thunder
Aspirations- to rule as King
Other information- The sight of his own blood, as mentioned above, drives him insane. He will literally embark on a killing spree, even if he'll regret it later.
History- Gooseflesh doesn't know his real sire and dam, and he's pretty happy to say that because he absolutely loves the way he was raised. His foster dam says he was an unwanted child. Unexpected and abandoned. His sire forced his dam to leave him at the mercy of the buzzards. He doesn't know the truth, but it's a believable story in his opinion. A midnight black mare called Nightmare took in the unruly colt and raised him her own. Once he was weaned, his mother took to teaching him the 'right' way to live. Brutal lashings when he was kind. He was not permitted thank you's. Or please's. Never. They were lies that would get you no where. You need force. Power. Hatred is what makes the world go round. This was what he was taught. Never bow or back down. Be king. His dam taught him through his foal-hood to bachelor hood. When Gooseflesh turned three, Nightmare was forced to come with a stallion, leaving him alone, but he was ready to be left. Her departing words were "Go, my son. Be king." Gooseflesh turned away as his dam was herded in the opposite direction, an indescribable gleam in his eye. He's wandered for a short while before settling here to start his quest. To become King.
How did your character arrive upon the Isle- Goose was chased by thunder one night long ago. It chased him and chased him, right into the ocean. Deeper, deeper, and deeper he ran, trying ti escape the booms. He did. He was driven unconscious. He woke later- not sure how much later- it could of been hours it could of been days. He woke here. On the isle.
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