Post by Storeh on Jul 18, 2011 16:25:29 GMT -5
'You can hardly fight with one who knows all...'
Purebred Chikao
Powers Include knowing about all history from the past,
How to heal, kill, and give life in many ways,
Have knowledge of just about everything,
Can communicate telepathically,
Can pass down images,
Is known to have visions of the future,
Has copied the tactics of the Konjou,
the Zünden,
the Grim and Reapers
Veggenti,
and the Era,
Stag or Stallion
75 winters old
16.2 hh
Broad forehead, large eyes, convex profile with a long arched neck,
deep but short body, powerful rounded hindquarters,
strong legs with a short cannon bone.
Has a luxuriant mane and tail that is missing pieces.
Light Grey Muzzle w/ Many Scars Covering
Right Side of Bodice Starts Black Fades to Grey
Right Hind Leg is Red w/ Red Feathering
Hooves are Pink/Grey
Left Side of Bodice is Dark Grey w/ Knotted Swirls of Golden
Mane Mixture of Ash w/ Aging White Strands
Tail A Mix of Greying Ivory w/ Silver Highlights
Eyes Clouded White w/ Hints of Blue
Left Eyes is More Vibrantly Colored
Both Eyes are Blind
Neutral Alliance
Herd Leader of Piazza Di Saggezza
Mate of Rayvn (deceased)
Mate of Semira (deceased)
Father of The Stranger of Our Holocaust
Father of Call Me Jack
Father of Samael
Grandfather of Brightside
The world now is so far apart from the things the stallion was born into that one could say that the way of remembering has always been in his blood.
The stag was born as a Lord, father having died in waiting for his only Hier, born such in a time of desperation for his breed.
As the Wisdom knew of the past of the isles, they also knew of the future, the highest ranking whispering of the things that the rest could not know of.
The foal knew, born with his powers in full swing as the time drew closer.
He spoke, and they listened, followed him across the Isles to a place he had seen in his dreams.
It was a long journey, and many perished.
They called it The Grey March, so they dubbed there leader Greymarch in its memory.
They trusted him, though some rebelled, pointing an accusing finger at him. He knew. He understood, but did not react.
Many years he has ruled over those with Wisdom, though their numbers are so few.
In the shadows of dismay Greymarch sought escape,
leading himself to Reaper lands for consolance.
There he found a mare so fair that he swore he had already been lost to death's cold grip.
He took her as his own, but when she became swollen with child, she left.
In the ashen remains of what they had, she found another to love.
Greymarch looked on as they were slain, leaving the child Samael to his own devices.
So the legacy was born.
He had a son with his mate sometime after the breed's fall, a Friesian halfblood that was weak in body.
Being so she perished, having birthed to the world a mudblood with the face of a normal equine.
Greymarch looked onward at the birth with a tinge of spite, leaving the foal what little it needed to exist, teaching it nothing.
The foal has grown, knowing nothing of his Sire.
So is the ways of the world.
The second mate he took was a powerful member of the sister herd, a Veggentti he had been promised as a union of the two herd's blood.
The mare grew ill with child, not wishing it to be so.
When the foal was birthed, so too perished, leaving the child without mother.
Another mud-blood for the world.
Greymarch was sparing with this one, giving it knowledge but little affection for the words.
He knows of the torment, but also knows what shall be done.
He waits. He watches. He exists.
Greymarch is a calculating equine who is very sure of his powers, as well as the future as a whole.
He knows of the past and learns from it, though rarely speaks of such things unless asked.
He does not draw a line between good and evil, for he knows they are muddled within.
Considered wise, knowledgeable, and intelligent by the normal standards, he is also regal, watchful, as well as patient.
Pacifistic in nature, he has been known to try and pass on fights, acting only in self-defense.
Song || Hang 'Em High :: My Chemical Romance
Wait until it fades to black
Ride into the sunset, would I lie to you?
Well, I've got something to say
Grab your six-gun from your back
Throttle the ignition, would I die for you?
Well here's your answer in spades
Shotgun sinners, wild eyed jokers
Got you in my sights
Gun it while I'm holding on
After all is said and done
Climb out from the pine box well I'm asking you
'Cause she's got nothing to say
The angels just cut out her tongue
Call her black Mariah, would I lie to you?
That girl's not right in the brain
Mass convulsions, strike the choir
By the grace of God
Gun it while I'm holding on
But don't stop if I fall
And don't look back
Oh baby don't stop
Bury me and fade to black.
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