Post by TACKLE! on Aug 28, 2010 18:19:06 GMT -5
THE BASICS !
[/font][/b]NAME: Kallik
AGE: 4 Years
GENDER: Mare
BREED: Thoroughbred
EYE COLOR: Blue
COAT: White
MARKINGS: Dark blue spirals go around her hips
POWERS: Anything to do with fire. To breath it, to talk to it... anything.
ODD APPENDAGES: None
TAIL AND MANE: Black
THE DETAILS !
[/color][/font][/b][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]PERSONALITY:
Kallik doesn't believe in Heilo, and his stories of hell and death and blood. If she did, he would be her role model. Kallik is the horse that loves the taste of blood. The cries of pain, the wails for help, and the life slipping away from the body. She needs someone that is willing to listen to her problems, to agree with her, and give her what she wants. Love.. she doesn't believe anything about it. The feeling of comfort is something that doesn't apply to love, which she does believe in.
She handles problems the aggressive way. By spitting words dryly to another horse, maybe even attacking. She's not good with other mares, and she will make sure that she is the one who gets the most attention, she usually will boss another mare around. A friend. Kallik doesn't know of one. Sure, other foals had played with her, but they were very much younger than her and she had scared them away, by playing rough, or hurting them very bad. She loved the feeling of them crying and she would grin as their parents galloped over and shunned her. She would just nod her head, and pretend she didn't mean it.
HISTORY:
Kallik was born in the loner lands. Her mother left her as a small bundle under a tree. Though her mother was quite weak, she obviously was strong enough to pull herself away. Another mare had come to Kallik's rescue. She was dark bay, easily mistaken as black and she was a Clydesdale. Her flints were blood stained.
Kallik takes the mood off of the horses she learned from. You see, Kallik's adopted mother, Sabyl, had been rather aggressive and abusive. Kallik thought of her as a role model. The way Sabyl would drink the blood of mice... it was amazing. Sabyl explained to Kallik that she had powers, just like Kallik. Kallik didn't know what she meant about it. She hadn't figured out her powers.
Her mother told her in the most harsh way ever. "You know what Kallik? You screwed. Ever wonder why your always warm?" she snorted, "Your messed up. You possess fire. Your screwed. Just like the rest of us." she nodded her cranium. Kallik thought it was cool. She used it to bully other foals, sometimes hurting them, their desperate wails making her grin, maybe even giggle. She would pretend like she didn't mean it until one day she screamed, "I don't give a damn what you all think! I love the feeling. I love killing. I love hurting." that was the beginning.
She was chased off. At the age of one. She had foals, about two, but they had grown up and ran away. Her stallions .. left her. They figured out how she really was. How she was a living hell.
REGRETS: Kallik doesn't regret anything. Everything she did was in vain, and for the sake of blood. She doesn't regret anything that leads to where she she is that day.
FEARS: the sunlight, whispers, crowded spaces
LIKES: blood, the smell of death, fire, scars
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