Post by Abba on Jul 9, 2011 18:58:12 GMT -5
Ramaskith
Name;;
Ramaskith
AKA;;
Rama
Age;;
8
Gender;;
Stag
Breed;;
Quarter Horse x Thoroughbred
Height;;
17.1hh
Coat Colour;;
Black Paint
Eye Colour;;
left- dark brown, right - blue
Markings;;
One black spot behind right front elbow and one black splash over right eye.
Personality;;
This stag has a more evil like personality. Blaming it upon the malignant 'spirit' inside of him. It is really a strange thing. Occasionaly, he shows manners, but that is only when his 'spirit' has no control over his emotions. But, this 'spirit' of his usually has full control over his whole entire body, no matter what is going on. He enjoys reeking havoc and created trouble, along with messing with every mare he sees. Quite the more evil type of a stag.
History;;
Ramaskith was born to a heavy built stallion and a tall mare. They were both high in the ranks of Forma Silvestris, their little Rama destined for greatness. He was a level-headed colt with special touch for leadership. He knew the strong and the weak, he helped those who needed it and directed those who could hold their own. The other young colts looked to him when they needed something or when true direction was needed. He was the center of all their games and perhaps all the attention got to his head.
As he grew older he grew stronger. He never lost a fight between any of the other colts and the others quickly realized he was going to be a major threat once they were just a bit older. They befriended him, creating alliances that would hopefully last once they were kicked from the herd. Although, once Rama was about four, he was picked to become an Alpha, to lead them all with three others. He already had followers, an army of his own. The opportunities he had now were endless.
As a six year old he asserted himself against the other stag, Oser. His soldiers attack with brute force, keeping the upper hand for quite a while. He was still that level-headed colt though, but the need to dominate would soon get the better hand. When the mares seperated the lands he grew angry and frustrated. This would not hold him at bay! He would pursue what he wanted, it would only take a bit longer. He would be the king of Forma Silvestris, no one would be able to stop him. He sectioned himself off from the others, strategically planning his next move. No one saw him for quite some time and all of his trusted herd members left. The war was over, their king was going crazy, what were they to do?
One day though, the king slipped and fell. Just a misstep, but he was knocked out cold. He woke a few days later, parched and hungry with a throbbing head. He had no memory of who he was and the spirit spoke to him for the first time. Some say that the being is his bloodlust, his dominance; a way to solidify what he wants, just a creation of his imagination. Some have no idea. Everyone waits for that moment when he remembers, when it all comes together and the wars begin again.
Although Ramaskith doesn't remember any of his past, it is still there. He knows not to leave the East lands, it is something burrowed in the back of his mind. He has an unwarranted hate for a stag he has never seen. Just a blurred image waiting to be clear.
Loves;;
.mares
.the thrill of action
Hates;;
.calm
.having nothing to do
Alliance;;
His own, of course.
Other;;
n/a
Store Items
Aeterno Invincibility Elixir
Gold Strength Potion
Ranking
LEAD of Terras Orientalis
