Post by sync on Jan 29, 2011 15:16:44 GMT -5
Everything I've ever done
Everything I ever do
Every place I've ever been
Everywhere I'm going to
It's A
SIN
Everything I ever do
Every place I've ever been
Everywhere I'm going to
It's A
SIN
Sin
Name: Sin
Gender: Femme
Age: Four
Breed: Friesian
Color: Blacker than the pits of hell
Height: 16.2 HH
Eye Color: As black as a starless night
Personality: The devil in female form. She acts all sweet and kind when you first meet her, appearing to be innocent and naive. She really plays up to the helpless mare act. But then, all of a sudden, she'll turn the tables. She'll become malicious. Gone is the nice exterior, and unleash the fury that is Sin. She prays on the weak, and hunts down the young. She's blood thirsty, Her razor sharp ivories craving the slicing sound of skin and metallic taste of blood dripping upon her tongue. She's honestly an evil soul who gains pleasure from hearing the blood curdling screams of her victims. She loves to concept of force breeding, it's one of her favorite pass times. She'll go in search of some unlucky stallion to have him mount her, and if he's lucky, he'll leave with just a scar. If not, he won't leave at all. The mindless mare will also kill her offspring when they are born, due to the fact that she doesn't want them. Some have been lucky enough to be left behind and given to surrogate mares. They know that Sin will not bat an eye lid.
She doesn't have a caring bone in her bodice. Everyone is a threat, so they must be destroyed. Never should someone be nurtured. Partners are a burden, she skips from stallion to stallion daily. Nobody shall ever tame her. She has never had a said friend, but a few acquaintances. She believes mares are superior to stallions and that they should rule. A small group of mares she formed were known for a while to enter stallion terra's and slaughter them. No remorse was offered that day. It is one of her favorite memories.
History: Sin's history starts of normally. She had doting parents and a lovely herd. Yet, every single one of them sickened her. She left as soon as she was weaned, surviving alone and having no contact with others. When she was just one, she made her first kill. A young mare who had been resting near by. Why you ask? Because she felt like it. From then on, her life was killing sprees. Now, she has come to the new lands to reek all kinds of new havoc. Will she be chased out? Or shall she take rule over the pathetic beasts? Whatever happens, she knows she'll make a name for herself.
What shall we improve? Nothing (:
