Post by Storeh on Aug 5, 2011 20:45:48 GMT -5
The Stranger of Our Holocaust
'Stranger'
Heaven Horse Blooded
Chikao x Friesian
Powers include the experiencing of painful nightmares
The haunting of the past as well as present
The power to share images with another
An Ability to relive another experiences
Able to read the history of a land or animal
The ability to fly short distances
Stallion
Six winters
16.36 hh
Thin emaciated frame, long but wiry neck, with large eyes.
Head seems comically large compared to body, very little muscle tone.
Hosts bad posture and a swaying gait.
Looks much older than he is.
Long wings sprouting from the edges of his shoulder blades.
Ashen Colored Black Pelt
Mane is Strands of Discolored Ebony
Tail is Mixture of Placid Grays
Eyes are Bottomless Onyx
Entire Pelting Flecked by Shades of Gray
Wings are Peppered mixture of Grays
Neutral Alliance
Herd Member of Animus Elegancia
Son of Greymarch
Half-Brother of Call Me Jack
Half-Brother of Samael
In Love with Aithne
Drowning in a pool of meaningless memories, shadowed by the past that can never be chased away. The ability was passed down by his frail mother as if transferred in her last dying exhale, cementing itself into the core of his mind, molding the soft young shape as if putty in hand. Too young to witness the death. Too young to know what it meant. Yet destiny does not seem to care about the mind as it passes the fragile by. This is the only thing he has gripped onto as the hollow cave of his existence becomes nothing more than a replay of past events. The horrors, oh the horrors! To relive the auttrocity of man in their actions. So many days lay waste to haunted nights, chased by what is not supposed to be had. The body soon seeks the rain, submerges itself as if to give up to the inner plead. Keep on living, moving, with each shallow collection of breath. Brace yourself for the tortured souls calling out in the depths of your nightmares! The past is such a wonderful thing to those who are ready to take it...but to the colt with the bag full of broken hearts, it eats away his life. Life was the illusion of chance as the heart took a fateful breath to stutter its last beat. Cold without pulse, emaciated frame stillness. A tick of a clock. Disaster. Disgrace. Revenge. The taste enough to sate the demon of wrong lost past. Yet then there was another on the breath of circumstance, the love unsated to be found once more. There it was as though conjured from a dream, and a soul to be regained. On the breath of three words, he was reborn from the demons, chased back to the land of the living with the mark of the heavens on his back.
Personality: The distance it takes for the mind to surface is enough to draw the few who dare converse farther into seclusion. Lifeless eyes reflect the hollowed-out core. When he speaks, which is not often, it is dull and without fruit. Meaningless. Too tired to care. No thought of reaching out for help that will never be offered. What is the point? There is no heart of stone under the shaggy malnourished hide, just an empty hole that aches and itches without promise of tomorrow. The stag knows that whoever he meets will become a past the moment later, something more for his mind to forgive. Never forgetting. Call him distant. Call him mean. Call him a social mediocrity. Give him a name. Give him a face. It is up to you to paint the picture upon the canvas that is him. Stranger. That is what he is.
Song || House of Wolves :: My Chemical Romance
I know a thing about contrition
Because I got enough to spare
And I'll be granting your permission
'Cause you haven't got a prayer
Well I said hey hey hallelujah
I'm a gonna come on sing the praise
So let the spirit come on through ya,
We got innocence for days
Well I think I'm gonna burn in hell
Everybody burn the house right down
And say
What I wanna say
Tell me I'm an angel
Take this to my grave
Tell me I'm a bad man
Kick me like a stray
Tell me I'm an angel
Take this to my grave
You play ring around the ambulance
Well like you never gave a care
So get the choirboys around you
It's a compliment, I swear
And I said ashes to ashes we all fall down
I wanna hear you sing the praise
I said ashes to ashes we all fall down
We got innocence for days
Well I think I'm gonna burn in hell
Everybody burn the house right down
You better run like the devil
'cause they're never gonna leave you alone
You better hide up in the alley
'cause they're never gonna find you a home
And as the blood runs down the walls
You see me creepin' up these halls
I've been a bad motherfucker
Tell yer sister I'm another
Human Reference ||
