|| The savior of the broken...! [Info]

[Storeh]

Call Me

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Mud-Blood
Veggenti x Chikao
Powers are knowledge of many topics.
The intrusion into another's mind.
Knowing of the future as well as the past.
Can kill, give life, in many ways.
Can tell the exact Time.
Has Copied the Tactics of the Era

Stallion
3 Springs
16.35 hh

Small head with convex face, long sloping neck.
Compact body with a deep chest, short legs with strong hocks.
Tail set and carried high.
Fine silky coat.

Coat is a Deep Bluish Grey
Mane is a Mixture of variations of Green
Tail is a Combination of White as well as Green
They Appear Bright Yellow
Small White Circles Across Pelting
Two White Diamonds on Neck
Blue Mask Upon Face

Of Decidedly Light Alliance
Herd Member of Piazza Di Saggezza
No Mate
Expecting foal from Char
Offspring is Brightside
Son of Greymarch
Son of Semira [deceased]
Half-Brother of The Stranger of Our Holocaust
Half-Brother of of Samael

Born the bastard child of a mare with no name to a stallion stricken once more with the woes of grief. Call Me Jack was served the cold hand of death early with the loss of his mother, father deciding to raise him though he himself was not to be seen with an illegitimate son, being the leader of the wisdom herd, though there was always a place for fate in his eyes. The foal's father seldom spoke of himself, of their relationship, teaching the manners as though he sang the praises himself. So many days where filled the sanctioned tellings of a war-torn past, of places beyond the Isola Dei Dei with exotic names. The young stag eagerly ate them up, witnessing them for himself later on as the powers gifted from his breeding emerged. He sough them as a gift rather than a curse, wishing to rid the world of its evils, cut others form the reach of its carnage, though the images of the blood did not wash clean from his mind. So young a stag, with a mission bound for glory, given himself a name for his father would not. How many times was it uttered for him to be called Jack, though never did it pass the lips of another. Behind the scenes, he observed for the years, wondering if there was such a thing as shame for another. Hard to say where the future shall lead him, though the stallion already catches glimpses now and again. Time was well as wisdom are on his side, though his years are few and his knowledge is ignorance.


Call me Jack. Let me save you from yourself. Not a saint, nor holy, without the need to bite his tongue as he speaks in riddles. Punk-ass child without the heeding of rules, tethered to a stake for his life on the lines of another. On the outside looking in, do you want him to describe to you what is one? Marching to the beat of his own drum, he wants you to take his hand. Light? Dark? Neutral? Elemental? Bastard? Mortal? It does not matter, he does not care, for in the end, to the end, we are all a funeral procession. Service with a smile.

Song || Welcome to the Black Parade :: My Chemical Romance

When I was,
A young boy,
My father, took me into the city
To see a marching band
He said, "Son when you grow up, will you be the saviour of the broken, the beaten and the damned?"
He said, "Will you defeat them, your demons, and all the non-believers, the plans that they have made? Because one day, I'll leave you, a phantom, to lead you in the summer, to join the black parade."

When I was,
A young boy
My father, took me into the city
To see a marching band
He said, "Son when you grow up, will you be the saviour of the broken, the beaten and the damned?"

Sometimes I get the feeling, she's watching over me
And other times I feel like I should go
And through it all, the rise and fall
The bodies in the street
And when you're gone we want you all to know

We'll carry on, We'll carry on
And though you're dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on
Until my heart I can't contain it
The anthem won't explain it

A world that sends you reeling from decimated dreams
You're misery and hate will kill us all
So paint it black and take it back
Lets shout it loud and clear
Defiant to the end we hear the call
To carry on

We'll carry on,
And though your dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on
And though your broken and defeated
Your weary widow marches on
And on we carry through the fears
Oh oh oh

The disappointed faces of your peers
Oh oh oh
Take a look at me 'cause I could not care at all
Do or die
You’ll never make me
Because the world will never take my (heart)
Go and try; you’ll never break me
We want it all, we want to play this (part)
I won’t explain, or say I’m sorry
I’m unashamed, I’m gonna show my (scar)
Give a cheer, for all the broken
Listen here, because it’s who we are
I'm just a man; I'm not a hero
Just a boy, whose meant to sing this (song)
I'm just a man; I'm not a hero
I
Don't
Care

We'll carry on
We'll carry on
And though you're dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on
And though your broken and defeated
Your weary widow marches on
Do or die
You’ll never make me
Because the world will never take my (heart)
Go and try; you’ll never break me
We want it all, we want to play this (part)
I won’t explain, or say I’m sorry
I’m unashamed, I’m gonna show my (scar)
Give a cheer, for all the broken
Listen here, because it’s who we are
I'm just a man; I'm not a hero
Just a boy, who had to sing this (song)
I'm just a man; I'm not a hero)

We'll carry on

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