Post by masque on Nov 23, 2009 17:18:10 GMT -5
Name of Character(s): Croatan
Text: Croatan
Quote: i shall bow only to death (or) thus only death shall induce my trepidation
Species: Equine
Age: Eight
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Paint x Warlander
Colour: Dark Bay & White
Physical Appearance: Well muscled and tall but somewhat stocky, Croatan is a mixture of the lithe body of the paint and the well-muscled weight of the Warlander. With no feathers, the only thing that give away his slight draft breeding is, in fact, his muscled height. His pelt is a dark, almost chocolate brown and takes up more of his body than does the white. His face bares a white mask the covers all but his cheeks up. He has two white socks and a stocking on his front left limb.
Personality: Dark and brooding, Croatan has a morbid obsessiob with death and his namesake, Croatan the Angel of Death. While he is calm and calculating, he has what is considered a beast in his mind that seems to cause him to have momentary lapses in control of himself. Though this beast has never broke free, it is often the cause of rapid adrenaline rushes during fights.
He considers himself a ladies man, despite only entertaining one female companion at any time. He has and old-world elegance and prides himself in sticking with noble gestures, whether they are 'hip' or not. He has earned himself the nickname Lord Death, due to his ability to enlighten those on death. It is simply a knowledge, and not a power as some seem to suggest.
Image Ideas: Some images I think my fit, character-wise are:
If they can be recolored:
reachthestars-stock.deviantart.com/art/Andalusian-Stallion4-60356563 [MY ABSOLUTE FAV!]
equinestockimagery.deviantart.com/art/Andalusian-12-94104635
forgottensky-stock.deviantart.com/art/All-that-Jazz-2-115449767 -- only the face would need some recoloring here, and maybe some white added to the back
glasstreason.deviantart.com/favourites/#Devious-Collection -- These are pictures of the horse currently in his picture. I like it because it fits his description almost perfectly, but it just doesn't strike me as, er, masculin, so much as just a horse, you know?
I want something dark and elegant. Think Lord of Chaos, or something, hmm? Like the Lord standing calm in the midst of an apocalypse or something. lol
Pleease no calm beach or anything. His last image has him on a beach and the quote the person came up with, coupled with the slightly rainy beach scene just, blugh! It killed it for me..
Images or References: I have an old picture of him that just doesn't fit him anymore. I'll find it and put it here, ok?
i45.photobucket.com/albums/f74/PhantomicAngel/6ek9k4.jpg
Example post with requested character:
We are alive, therefore we will die. This is the simplest, most obvious truth of our existence, and yet very few of us have really come to terms with it. Although intellectually we all know that one day we shall die, generally we are so reluctant to think of our death that this knowledge does not touch our hearts, and we live our life as if we were going to be in this world forever. When the time of death actually arrives we discover that by having ignored death all our life we are completely unprepared. What is death? Death is the cessation of the connection between our mind and our body. Most people believe that death takes place when the heart stops beating; but this does not mean that the person has died, because his subtle mind may still remain in his body. Death occurs when the subtle consciousness finally leaves the body to go to the next life. When we have experienced the distant signs of death, the close signs of death will occur. First the earth element of the body dissolves. The external sign of this dissolution is that the body becomes thin; and the internal sign is a mirage-like appearance to the mind. Next, the water element dissolves. The external sign is that the mouth and tongue become very dry, and the liquids of the body, such as urine, blood, and sperm, decrease; and the internal sign is a smoke-like appearance to the mind.
Death. The forefront of his tainted mind. Had not been named Lord Death because he caused death. He did not believe he controlled death. Croatan didn't even believe he knew all about death. But he had an understanding of death that baffled many, causing the strange names that accompanied his patch-work frame. Most believed he had some power to control life or death. There were a few, but not many, who simply knew that he understood death and would accept his own when it approached. His ears were pressed forward, taking in the words that accompanied the brute who dared psycho-analysis Croatan as though he knew him. The first words to greet him caused something to shift within him. A nonexistent brow arched, dark eyes holding the younger stallions gaze coldly. Neither humor nor insult flickered upon is ivory and brown visage. It seemed almost to be void of emotion as he took in the words, mulling them over in his mind. Finding their meaning and pretending they were effective enough to warrant his silence.
The closeness of the stallion did naught to incense Croatan, who loomed frankly before the evident taunting, primly ignoring the masculine body with a distaste much like his average self. The coldness of his gaze flickered over the bony enemy, grossly surmising just what sort of threat he might pose, even as his mind worked over the words that were infused into his thoughts. Constriction cause Croatan to raise his massive skull upon his chorded neck, eyes glaring down upon the stallion with his tainted gaze.
Lips parted, voice coming out in his natural tones. Croatan was used to the fight. The anger. The adrenalin that threatened to trip people up. He had won and lost many fights. With time, you learned that the words didn't matter nearly as much as they seemed to in the moment they were spoken. One's mind might be muddled by insults and their level of fighting would drop heavily, weighing them down like weights in water. They would drown in their own stupidity, because they let simple words from a stranger drive them over the edge. Humor was not present as Croatan spoke, words flowing from his lips easily, as if it were practices, when he had never dealt with someone quite so disrespectful. It was almost as if this were a common experience, when he was somehow shocked by the younger brutes words and actions.
"Come now. Age is a state of mind. You are only old if you believe yourself old. I call people young ones when they strike me as lacking in maturity from the start. You know not me or how I got my name. Think you I believe myself mighty? Boy, I am no more mighty than Theseus or Tartarus. I simply know and accept the things others will not." Eyes skittered over his land, his gaze softening as they touched the dips. This was his home. It had built a soft place in his heart that not much else had succeeded in. He'd damn himself to hell before he would lose a fight to someone as insulting as the brute before him, and leave his land to a pompously taunting ass the like of this creature. Brooding gaze turned back the dark fiend, gazing down his form, noting the young muscles that were probably eager to rent flesh. "A coward? Lad, I offer you a way out because that is what Nobility requires. I hold myself with noble gestures whether I am a damned creature or not. Best you learn that nobility gets you far, whether you believe so or not. Much blood has been saved for gestures like mine. You confuse my offer. I enjoy renting flesh. The fight is almost a drug to my body. I feel, at times, that my hooves renting flesh would heighten any desire I would feel later. It is power the likes that most take for granted."
Laughter boiled up, ripping from Croatan's throats, dark and graceful. The words that had met his ears seemed to give him a feeling of peace. Brave? Did this stallion even know what brave was? One was no un-brave for offering a way out of a situation. It was a cool, calm and calculated offer. The bravado of someone was judged by how they approached a situation. Whether they coward from a challenge and simply didn't approach, or whether they had to pretend honor and aggression when they were scared to death on the inside. Fear was something Croatan couldn't feel. He had accepted that his death would eventually come, and so, what was there to fear? Pain? Pain almost never killed. So there was the fact that pain was only a subtle test on nerves and one's capability to resist screaming out.
"If the Fates have desired that you extinguish my life. Then so be it. But do not believe that if they have not decide it, that you will do so." is words were but a deep whisper, testing the wind, with surety and calm that almost never accompanied words such as those. Raising his head, he peered down at the brute, eyes cold, dark, glittering with untested menace. "You're challenge was never declined. It is accepted ten-fold. May the Fates choose the best stallion to keep my beloved land." The words were spoken with a lightness, though, beneath the surface his land was at the forefront. His haven. The only place he would live his life in a semblance of happiness. It was almost sad that he was fighting for it. And yet, his muscles yearned to flex. To drive his heavy limbs in prepared attack, letting sharp hooves cut flesh and dark eyes spit pain and anger. Frustration did not accompany the thoughts, as Croatan took a step back, a growl perched on his lips, yet not coming out but for a suggestive rumble.
Hind limbs took his heavy weight, bringing his forelimbs up as they slashed out toward the brute, teeth gaping wide as a deep, stark scream echoed from his white lips. Dark eyes drew downward, whites glimpsing daylight as the beast roared for release. His tight hold on the beast within seemed to strain him, and yet, Croatan kept his hold on the monster that would break free and destroy the calm and collection that held his mind. Ears drew backward on his massive skull, as his heart seemed to hum out a melody that was quite normal for the lust that suddenly encased the stallion. He was held in the arms of his beloved, facing an enemy, calculating more moves as he danced with the stallion before him. He could almost hear his namesake laughing in the back of his mind, egging him on. Telling him that death had not come to collect him just yet. And then, his hooves were back upon the ground, his eyes wide and filled with some slight hysteria that seemed to call to the beast within. He noted not his challenger's well-being, couldn't bring himself to care about the state of the creature. His mind was filled with thoughts of war, blood and death. It was not the same type of death that he mused over in the calm and quiet. No. It was darker. More gruesome. Thoughts of flesh melting in lightning flames, blood seeping from guts an gore as they seeped from an open wound. It was as if he could smell copper, when he was simply imagining the stain that must be spreading across his darkening soul.
He groaned inwardly, eyes glimpsing toward his land, seeking Hatshepsut and praying she was nowhere near. What would she do when she realized that something dark lived within him? His heart thudded, but his eyes returned to his opponent and his nares took in their mingled scents, shying away from the masculinity of the brute's.
Post Status • COMPLETE
Tagged • KALONA •
Word Count • COMPLETE
Notes • #633B7D
Image/Lyric Credit • Lord Death
Template Credit • MAKEASCENEHANNA?! of CAUTION two point oh
Comments: None. Run with it.
Signature?: Any that does not not excede 500 width and 250 height..
Which site(s) will you be using the image to? The Secret & Athanlor
Specific Artist?: Well, I would like for Crazy to do this if Crazy is up to it. But I completely understand and am willing for someone else to do it such as Spectra, Dem or TayTay.[/size]
Text: Croatan
Quote: i shall bow only to death (or) thus only death shall induce my trepidation
Species: Equine
Age: Eight
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Paint x Warlander
Colour: Dark Bay & White
Physical Appearance: Well muscled and tall but somewhat stocky, Croatan is a mixture of the lithe body of the paint and the well-muscled weight of the Warlander. With no feathers, the only thing that give away his slight draft breeding is, in fact, his muscled height. His pelt is a dark, almost chocolate brown and takes up more of his body than does the white. His face bares a white mask the covers all but his cheeks up. He has two white socks and a stocking on his front left limb.
Personality: Dark and brooding, Croatan has a morbid obsessiob with death and his namesake, Croatan the Angel of Death. While he is calm and calculating, he has what is considered a beast in his mind that seems to cause him to have momentary lapses in control of himself. Though this beast has never broke free, it is often the cause of rapid adrenaline rushes during fights.
He considers himself a ladies man, despite only entertaining one female companion at any time. He has and old-world elegance and prides himself in sticking with noble gestures, whether they are 'hip' or not. He has earned himself the nickname Lord Death, due to his ability to enlighten those on death. It is simply a knowledge, and not a power as some seem to suggest.
Image Ideas: Some images I think my fit, character-wise are:
If they can be recolored:
reachthestars-stock.deviantart.com/art/Andalusian-Stallion4-60356563 [MY ABSOLUTE FAV!]
equinestockimagery.deviantart.com/art/Andalusian-12-94104635
forgottensky-stock.deviantart.com/art/All-that-Jazz-2-115449767 -- only the face would need some recoloring here, and maybe some white added to the back
glasstreason.deviantart.com/favourites/#Devious-Collection -- These are pictures of the horse currently in his picture. I like it because it fits his description almost perfectly, but it just doesn't strike me as, er, masculin, so much as just a horse, you know?
I want something dark and elegant. Think Lord of Chaos, or something, hmm? Like the Lord standing calm in the midst of an apocalypse or something. lol
Pleease no calm beach or anything. His last image has him on a beach and the quote the person came up with, coupled with the slightly rainy beach scene just, blugh! It killed it for me..
Images or References: I have an old picture of him that just doesn't fit him anymore. I'll find it and put it here, ok?
i45.photobucket.com/albums/f74/PhantomicAngel/6ek9k4.jpg
Example post with requested character:
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We are alive, therefore we will die. This is the simplest, most obvious truth of our existence, and yet very few of us have really come to terms with it. Although intellectually we all know that one day we shall die, generally we are so reluctant to think of our death that this knowledge does not touch our hearts, and we live our life as if we were going to be in this world forever. When the time of death actually arrives we discover that by having ignored death all our life we are completely unprepared. What is death? Death is the cessation of the connection between our mind and our body. Most people believe that death takes place when the heart stops beating; but this does not mean that the person has died, because his subtle mind may still remain in his body. Death occurs when the subtle consciousness finally leaves the body to go to the next life. When we have experienced the distant signs of death, the close signs of death will occur. First the earth element of the body dissolves. The external sign of this dissolution is that the body becomes thin; and the internal sign is a mirage-like appearance to the mind. Next, the water element dissolves. The external sign is that the mouth and tongue become very dry, and the liquids of the body, such as urine, blood, and sperm, decrease; and the internal sign is a smoke-like appearance to the mind.
Death. The forefront of his tainted mind. Had not been named Lord Death because he caused death. He did not believe he controlled death. Croatan didn't even believe he knew all about death. But he had an understanding of death that baffled many, causing the strange names that accompanied his patch-work frame. Most believed he had some power to control life or death. There were a few, but not many, who simply knew that he understood death and would accept his own when it approached. His ears were pressed forward, taking in the words that accompanied the brute who dared psycho-analysis Croatan as though he knew him. The first words to greet him caused something to shift within him. A nonexistent brow arched, dark eyes holding the younger stallions gaze coldly. Neither humor nor insult flickered upon is ivory and brown visage. It seemed almost to be void of emotion as he took in the words, mulling them over in his mind. Finding their meaning and pretending they were effective enough to warrant his silence.
The closeness of the stallion did naught to incense Croatan, who loomed frankly before the evident taunting, primly ignoring the masculine body with a distaste much like his average self. The coldness of his gaze flickered over the bony enemy, grossly surmising just what sort of threat he might pose, even as his mind worked over the words that were infused into his thoughts. Constriction cause Croatan to raise his massive skull upon his chorded neck, eyes glaring down upon the stallion with his tainted gaze.
Lips parted, voice coming out in his natural tones. Croatan was used to the fight. The anger. The adrenalin that threatened to trip people up. He had won and lost many fights. With time, you learned that the words didn't matter nearly as much as they seemed to in the moment they were spoken. One's mind might be muddled by insults and their level of fighting would drop heavily, weighing them down like weights in water. They would drown in their own stupidity, because they let simple words from a stranger drive them over the edge. Humor was not present as Croatan spoke, words flowing from his lips easily, as if it were practices, when he had never dealt with someone quite so disrespectful. It was almost as if this were a common experience, when he was somehow shocked by the younger brutes words and actions.
"Come now. Age is a state of mind. You are only old if you believe yourself old. I call people young ones when they strike me as lacking in maturity from the start. You know not me or how I got my name. Think you I believe myself mighty? Boy, I am no more mighty than Theseus or Tartarus. I simply know and accept the things others will not." Eyes skittered over his land, his gaze softening as they touched the dips. This was his home. It had built a soft place in his heart that not much else had succeeded in. He'd damn himself to hell before he would lose a fight to someone as insulting as the brute before him, and leave his land to a pompously taunting ass the like of this creature. Brooding gaze turned back the dark fiend, gazing down his form, noting the young muscles that were probably eager to rent flesh. "A coward? Lad, I offer you a way out because that is what Nobility requires. I hold myself with noble gestures whether I am a damned creature or not. Best you learn that nobility gets you far, whether you believe so or not. Much blood has been saved for gestures like mine. You confuse my offer. I enjoy renting flesh. The fight is almost a drug to my body. I feel, at times, that my hooves renting flesh would heighten any desire I would feel later. It is power the likes that most take for granted."
Laughter boiled up, ripping from Croatan's throats, dark and graceful. The words that had met his ears seemed to give him a feeling of peace. Brave? Did this stallion even know what brave was? One was no un-brave for offering a way out of a situation. It was a cool, calm and calculated offer. The bravado of someone was judged by how they approached a situation. Whether they coward from a challenge and simply didn't approach, or whether they had to pretend honor and aggression when they were scared to death on the inside. Fear was something Croatan couldn't feel. He had accepted that his death would eventually come, and so, what was there to fear? Pain? Pain almost never killed. So there was the fact that pain was only a subtle test on nerves and one's capability to resist screaming out.
"If the Fates have desired that you extinguish my life. Then so be it. But do not believe that if they have not decide it, that you will do so." is words were but a deep whisper, testing the wind, with surety and calm that almost never accompanied words such as those. Raising his head, he peered down at the brute, eyes cold, dark, glittering with untested menace. "You're challenge was never declined. It is accepted ten-fold. May the Fates choose the best stallion to keep my beloved land." The words were spoken with a lightness, though, beneath the surface his land was at the forefront. His haven. The only place he would live his life in a semblance of happiness. It was almost sad that he was fighting for it. And yet, his muscles yearned to flex. To drive his heavy limbs in prepared attack, letting sharp hooves cut flesh and dark eyes spit pain and anger. Frustration did not accompany the thoughts, as Croatan took a step back, a growl perched on his lips, yet not coming out but for a suggestive rumble.
Hind limbs took his heavy weight, bringing his forelimbs up as they slashed out toward the brute, teeth gaping wide as a deep, stark scream echoed from his white lips. Dark eyes drew downward, whites glimpsing daylight as the beast roared for release. His tight hold on the beast within seemed to strain him, and yet, Croatan kept his hold on the monster that would break free and destroy the calm and collection that held his mind. Ears drew backward on his massive skull, as his heart seemed to hum out a melody that was quite normal for the lust that suddenly encased the stallion. He was held in the arms of his beloved, facing an enemy, calculating more moves as he danced with the stallion before him. He could almost hear his namesake laughing in the back of his mind, egging him on. Telling him that death had not come to collect him just yet. And then, his hooves were back upon the ground, his eyes wide and filled with some slight hysteria that seemed to call to the beast within. He noted not his challenger's well-being, couldn't bring himself to care about the state of the creature. His mind was filled with thoughts of war, blood and death. It was not the same type of death that he mused over in the calm and quiet. No. It was darker. More gruesome. Thoughts of flesh melting in lightning flames, blood seeping from guts an gore as they seeped from an open wound. It was as if he could smell copper, when he was simply imagining the stain that must be spreading across his darkening soul.
He groaned inwardly, eyes glimpsing toward his land, seeking Hatshepsut and praying she was nowhere near. What would she do when she realized that something dark lived within him? His heart thudded, but his eyes returned to his opponent and his nares took in their mingled scents, shying away from the masculinity of the brute's.
Tagged • KALONA •
Word Count • COMPLETE
Notes • #633B7D
Image/Lyric Credit • Lord Death
Template Credit • MAKEASCENEHANNA?! of CAUTION two point oh
Comments: None. Run with it.
Signature?: Any that does not not excede 500 width and 250 height..
Which site(s) will you be using the image to? The Secret & Athanlor
Specific Artist?: Well, I would like for Crazy to do this if Crazy is up to it. But I completely understand and am willing for someone else to do it such as Spectra, Dem or TayTay.[/size]
