Name: Skelleton Jack
Nickname: Skelleton
Gender: Joker
Age: 5
Looks: Ebonite, large, muscular
Alliance: Darkness
Personality: He is charming, manipulative, cunning, passionate, back stabbing, mean, and flirtacious. He is charming and kind in the beginning but as soon as anyone agrees to come with him to his home and they take that first dainty step...it all changes. They would never see it coming since he's such a great lier. He does not discriminate either. He likes both females and stallions, he'll flirt with both. He can become very obsessive...if something is his, its best to leave it his or more than likely he could make your life a living h3||.
History: He was a pampered little foal. His father loved him since he was heir and his mother adored him since he was her only. She had been pregnant with two but he likes to think that he destroied the other one when he was in the womb. He had full control over his mother and father, thats how he liked it, being the puppet master. He could not help it, thats how he was raised. When he grew tired of all the bullshut from his family and being waited on dagger and dagger, he told his family he was leaving. Of course his father grew angry with him, he was the heir...where in the h3|| did he think he was going? Well, his father decided that if he was not staying, then he was never going to leave. Dont get him wrong...his life was never perfect. For years his father was slipping silently into that destruction called insanity. His mother was the only one to birth a child from his loins, the others had never concieved a child. He blamed Skelletons mother for his inability to concieve a child, so he raped her and beat her until she was bloody. She would get a few days rest and then when her wounds would heal, he would do it again. Sometimes his father forced Skelleton to watch. I believe, only by speculation of course, that this is when Skelleton decided not to discriminate between male and female. Anyways, so the night before Skelleton was to leave, his father had grown an alliance with a neighboring band of rouge stallions. The leader Rothengarh, was to sneak into the herd and slaughter Skelleton. Well, unlucky for him because Skelleton had over heard his fathers plans when he was raping his mother. The cretinous beast had thought that Skelleton loathed watching them copulate...in truth he enjoied it, had learned to find a release as soon as they had finished.So as his father spilled his seed, he also spilled the beans about his plan. Well, our boy lay awake waiting for the stud and when he finally came, he leapt up springing towards the brute. He ripped a good piece of chunk out of the brutes neck, a slow death for a hired assasin. So as the brute crumpled to the ground...Skelleton did what he wanted to the beast, well...lets just leave that to the imagination. [OMG...my muse is amazing me...Lmao. I have such big plans for him even if I dont get a herd now.]
Roleplay Sample: Ebonite watched her. His nares stretched over the hard cartilage taking in her scent. Oracles the hue of the lunar moon rolled slightly to the back of the crania. The crania with twisting and pulsating pipes. Plans were being set in motion. But for now...time to go a'callin. Razor moved from the forest, digging slightly into mother earth's wrists. Pillars pushed down to scar her fragile skin. Veil of ebonite tresses cascaded over oracles, shielding his disgusting eyes from her. The tangles brushed the stong shoulders of the raven. Whip chords cracked in the air to whip his thick flanks. Small scars flecked the otherwise perfect skin. "Well...well well...what have we here..." shook the voice box in a husky baratone sound. A smile broke across the maw. Harks twisted sharply and oddly to the sound of anothers steps. Nares stretched over the cartilage to take in the pathetic scent of a male? He was sure that it was femme since it was such a weak stench. Oracles ebonite centers became slits as he watched him and listened to the arrogant but shaking voice box that sputtered forth from the others lips. Fangs bared as saliva almost purged forth at the thought of ripping open his throat. But, ah! Hold back dear raven of chaos. Soon enough. "I dont remember asking for an audience." Said the raven, cool calm and collected. An icy bite hidden within the husky tones. The voice box shook with confidence. No fear. Just tight anger. Razor reacted and struck out at mother earth and beast, to keep the stud at a good distance. "Hasn't you're mommy told you not to approach animals unless you know them? You might just get..." he snapped vicious fangs towards the brute, "Bit." shivered the baratone voice box. How dare he assume that he would 'come to her rescue'. What if she didnt want to be rescued but wanted instead to fall percariously into the dark abyss with him. She was nuetral, held no stench of light on her. Fair game so to speak. He had a lot of confidence but not enough tools to back it up. Oracles returned to the ebonite goddess, watching her closely. Laugh resounded from the raven. Harks pinned as he pushed himself to be between them. "You have me mistaken. I never once hid my true nature. My...for such a smart wytch you sure do make dumb assumptions." Harks twisted to listen to her words. "Ah...but I dont want her...I want to get to know you. My level? How do you know my level is. Ye barely know me dove. but if ye did get to know me...I'm sure ye'd know my level." He smiled softly and watched. Waiting.
Picture: ***Cooming Soon***