Post by Official on Feb 15, 2012 3:40:33 GMT -5
:: ADOPTABLES ::
This page lists all characters available for adoption. If you would like one, PM the owner or an admin, or ask on the C-Box, to get the okay to make the account. If the account is already set up, then the owner will provide you the password.
If you would like to put a character up for adoption, please fill out the form below and post it in the Updates board.
You are not officially considered the owner of the adoptable character until you have proven to be active for 1-2 months. Should you fall inactive during this period, the character will be taken back and placed up for adoption once more. Should you succeed in being active, confirmation of your ownership will be posted on the Updates board and the character information removed from this list (previously only striked through).
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Characters Available For Adoption:
EQUINE
Name: Thistle
Species: Equine
Rank: Foothills Healer (if none already present)
Gender: Female
Age: 9
Height: 17 hands
Appearance: Fleabitten grey with several dark violet blood marks.
Personality: Cynical and grouchy, Thistle is just as likely to rip a new one for someone as she is to heal them. Ever mumbling and complaining about someone, she nonetheless knows a great deal about medicine and is well praised for her talents, though she prefers not to be complimented and awkwardly shambles away or interrupts if she is. Because of her demeanor most tend to avoid her at all costs, only nearing if they must, but beneath her thorny exterior Thistle has a good heart, just an interesting way of showing her care and her feelings. Even those she likes may not know the difference between those she dislikes.
History: Thistle came from beyond Helovia, growing up in a herd of only equine. Her father was a very important stallion, and her mother a good member to the herd. Her foalhood was easy and carefree, and Thistle was a bright, delightful young filly. She had a great memory and a thirst for knowledge, quickly taking to bothering the resident scholar. In time she grew, and reaching marehood her herd saw a plague strike it. So many were lost to the disease, but frantically Thistle worked beside their medicine horse, risking her own health to try and save those she loved most. The herd survived but barely, her parents taken from her, and their medicine horse. A new stallion took up lead, a crueler, meaner one. She herself was quickly promoted into the medicine horse position, though her confidence and hope were little after witnessing so much death. The new lead drove the herd night and day, even foals, but there was little resistance with so many broken spirits. High on power the lead bred many mares, including foreign ones. One of these foreigners happened to be a unicorn, her horn lost or hidden, Thistle was never quite sure. When a unicorn foal appeared under her tree one night, the lead frantic for his sin and crime of breeding with other blood, he begged Thistle to pretend it her own. She herself was never supposed to breed, her position too needed by the herd, but in secret she had, her wanderlust as a foal never instilling in her the fear of outsider. She'd fallen in love young and fast to an equine colt, now grown a stallion like her. In her despair she'd leaned on him, and in the moment they'd conceived. Already crimed, though she'd hoped to hide it, Thistle could only accept the lead's plea, his eyes seeing the foal she hoped to conceal. It was inevitable the herd would find her deed, twice done for a unicorn foal! In fury they outcast her, and stumbling away from all she ever knew Thistle's heart grew cold and rough to the mean ways of others when she herself had given so much. Eventually she found Helovia, and there, bitter and angry, she stayed.
Other: None
Contact Owner: Admin
Name: Varthen
Species: Equine
Rank: Dragon's Throat Warrior
Gender: Stallion
Age: 10
Height: 16.0 hh
Appearance: Silvery grulla body with white primitive markings. His eyes are a deep, emerald green, his face dark. His body type is like that of a quarter horse.
Personality: Varthen is one of the older residents of Helovia, having lived through the war that scattered the herds. He is well trained and well worn in battle, and he has lived long enough to form some firmly rooted opinions. To him, Pegasus are stupid gits with little brains, not organized enough to be a threat, and Unicorns are evil incarnate. Though he hides his racism well, Varthen woud take up arms in an instant against all manner of species other than equines.
History: Varthen was born in the Dragon's Throat when it was only a militaristic equine herd, and he was trained early on to be a weapon for war. His parents, though kind and loving, pushed him toward success on the battlefield. Whispers and rumors about the ancient and wise unicorns who lived beyond the mists terrified him, and when he was still just a colt, he joined the army which invaded the World's Edge. Fighting against the unicorns in the shadows was like a nightmare to Varthen, and when they won, he left the land as quickly as possible. The Foothills had not participated, and he loathed them for it. Now, in a sudden turn of events, unicorns had taken up residence in his once pure home, and he is not at all pleased. Still, his loyalties lie mostly with the land in which he was birthed. The residents would come and go... hopefully forcibly.
Other: Warrior Magic: Warrior Spirit (One attack is more powerful due to his superior training and rank)
Contact Owner: Admin
Species: Unicorn
Rank: Dragon's Throat Scorched
Gender: Female
Age: 3 years
Height: 14.3
Appearance: Arabian build. Gray eyes. Sleek black coat. Black mane and tail with frosted look. Gray and black, shiny, spiral horn.Slight beard and leg feathering. Lion's tail. White, small flame 'star' and one hind pastern sock. Several scars and small burn marks on face, chest and legs. Crude sun branded onto right hip.
Personality: She is the personal servant of Ra, and will be instrumental in organizing the uprising against him and the Order of the Sun in the name of the God of the Moon. She is truly a kind and giving mare, often helping the other servants in the Throat and sharing their burdens. She is incredibly strong willed, but mostly in private, preferring to act demure and ashamed as she should in sight of the Order and the herd - she doesn't want them to realize her will and strength, lest they tighten their watch on her. Being Ra's personal servant she does have some more freedoms than others and uses them to her advantage, often tricking and wriggling her way out of trouble. She also knows a good deal of Ra's secrets, as she hears things and he sometimes speaks too much, coming to be familiar with her over time. From these secrets and what she's pieced together with the gaps, she knows that he loves someone very passionately, but they do not return the favor, though Flick is not sure who the mare is. She knows that Ra is lying about his magic and about his beliefs, but her word against his would likely get her killed so she holds her tongue and lets her ears gather as much as they can. Truly she pities Ra, and thinks his deeds are born of good intentions, but she cannot forgive the terrible things he has done and often her other emotions for him are drowned by the hate burning inside her. She retains a happy and optimistic attitude despite her predicament, often praying to the God of the Moon when she is in private to ask for strength and guidance, but mostly she relies on her own tact and guile.
History: Rescued by Ra from an attack by angry dragons, Flick though him a heroic individual and was indebted to him. She willfully followed him for a time, and though he never seemed at ease with her, though she never knew why (her dark color), it wasn't until they got to learn more of each other that he really turned on her. Upon finding her reverence of the God of the Moon and her magic, he became violent and abusive, often physically lashing out at her as well as verbally. She cowered at first, uncertain and wondering where she had gone wrong. When she could get little information from her and chose to leave, he barred her way time and time again. He starved her and kept her dehydrated, forcing her compliance. As they move into the Dragon's Throat and he gains more power she loses her opportunities to escape. Over time though, as she learns more of Ra and his religious group, Flick has begun to try escaping less and less. She still wants badly to leave him, but time has shown her that cooperating rather than resisting and playing to his wants, often gives her easier days and more information. She still despises him and yearns for freedom, but she is smart enough to recognize the position she is in is special and may offer her more revenge and usefulness in the long run.
Other: Scrying: DarkxWater magic - able to hear the conversations of others in a pool of water if they are also near water. It mostly doesn't matter how far away they are from her, just to the water regarding clarity, and how well she can think of whoever she wants to listen in on, as the magic doesn't work unless she is focusing. At times she can catch glimpses of them, but mostly only hearing. Part of the Order of the Sun.
Contact Owner: Blu
Name: Yuri
Species: Equine
Rank: Unranked on Helovia as of yet.
Gender: Mare
Age: 3 Years (Ages in Summer)
Height:15hh
Appearance:- Bay Sabino
- Brown eyes
- 15hh
- Black mane and tail
- Pure Bred Arabian Mare
Nice to meet you, I'm Yuri. I stand at a dainty 15hh and tightly wound muscles perfect each inch of my body which is painted bay and white sabino. My face is small and dishes pronoucely in the center, my white blaze falls into a pinkish tint once it reaches my tiny nose. Leg wise I look rather fragile but that would be a mistake on your part. They are covered in white too and my sabino markings stretch into my underbelly and speckles slightly, as if someone has had the joy of flicking paint at me all day. They say your eyes are the key to your soul, well thats for you to decide. All I can tell you is that they are a nut brown.
Personality:- Sweet
- Tender
- non-violent
- Helpful
- High Spirited
- Sociable
I'm the sweetest little thing you'll ever come across, hence my name which translates to Lily. I'll listen to your problems, maybe even suggest solutions, and share in your grief and happiness. I'm not very violent but when called on for a friend in need I think you'll find I am more than capable of putting a hoof in someones face.
History: She doesn't have much. Came into play on Isilme: Anarore where she was met by Roanne & Solstice (with Aaron in tow).
Met Fence soon after in the woodlands and became friends. Fled the shadows after this meeting and ended up in Helovia.
I never did much with her so she is totally up for anything you'd like to do with her. No stipulations.
Other: None.
Contact Owner: Imi (Torasin, d'Artagnan, Evers & Seiren)
Name: Uriel
Species: Equine
Rank: Dragon's Throat Stallion
Gender: Stallion
Age: 7
Height: 15.2hh
Appearance: Pure white, with a short, cropped mane, thick yet short tail, and pale blue eyes. Has a palomino sock, and is the only discrepancy of white on his coat. Built like a quarter-horse. Stocky, muscular, and curvaceous.
Personality: Uriel is obsessive compulsive in the sense that he always must be clean. His mane and tail are orderly, and his coat is relatively spotless. He has an odd habit of licking people to determine whether their soul is "cleansed" or not.
History: Uriel was born and raised in Helovia, and was inducted into the order after about a year. All of his family were disowned, for they began to follow and recognize the sovereignty of other Gods.
Other: Has the magical ability to create little spheres of light that hover around him. Part of the Order of the Sun.
Contact Owner: Boom Boom
Species: Equine
Rank: Dragon's Throat Mare
Gender: Mare
Age: 5
Height: 16.1hh
Appearance: Bright chestnut with a thick flaxen mane and pale face, Valo boasts teal eyes. She is built rather slim, lithe, and agile. A typical female beauty, with delicately lined features and softened eyes. There is, though, an odd glint to those eyes at times.
Personality: Valo has never shown much interest in males, though she has gotten quite a few suitors over the years. Instead, she lives a lot of her time inside her mind, praising the Sun God and communicating with her twin Olin, who died while they were still fillies. As a result, she tends to be described as "looney" or "morbid" and will often refer to the death of her company, as if it were normal discussion. However, she is a firm follower of the Order, sticking strictly to the worship of the Sun.
History: Valo was born to a popular mare with her sister Olin. The two grew very close, and together, they began to adjust to the war torn world of Helovia. One day, though, a particular battle struck her family, slaughtering everyone in the near vicinity, sparing only Valo because of her admirable eyes. A young filly still, she was left to care for herself. As a result, the mare has grown to be a strong, independent creature capable of overcoming many obstacles.
Other: Can communicate telepathically with her dead sister, Olin. Part of the Order of the Sun/
Contact Owner: Boom
PEGASUS
Name: Kelso
Species: Pegasus
Rank: Outcast
Gender: Stallion
Age: 5
Height: 15.0 hh
Appearance: A red, rusty bay with leathery, bat-like wings. He has deep, blue eyes and a navy blue dorsal stripe. Kelso's body type is similar to a large hunter pony, and he is well build.
Personality: Kelso is not much for war or the affairs of others. He resides in the trees, able to make a nest very quickly from fallen branches. Kind hearted, tender and lonely, Kelso longs for a life-mate, eager to dote on a beautiful filly. He is soft-spoken, but he is not afraid to stand up for the mare-folk of his own kind. Though he is not racist in the least, he prefers the company of his own kind and thinks that pegasus with feathers are absolutely darling. Kelso is often embarrassed by his brusque, leathery wings, so he tends to fly in the nighttime hours.
History: Kelso was abandoned at birth by his parents in a nest in the trees, but a kind, old mare took him in and raised him as her own. The young colt did not mind in the least, and he never took much of an interest in his parents. Wise words spoken from the mare who raised him urged him to be a compassionate and tender soul, and he often took care of the forest creatures and spied on the fillies that he wanted to flirt with. When he was younger, he offered a flower to one of his interests, and she rejected him, telling him that his wings were grotesque. Ever since then, he has been embarrassed by his leathery wings, and he took to hiding in the trees. When the mare who raised him passed, the stallion was struck in a heart-wrenching depression, and he took great pains to bury her body and erect a make-shift tombstone in her honor. He visits the grave every year or when he is feeling lonely, making a short journey to the Thistle Meadow. Kelso loves Helovia and he gets easily flustered by those who do not seem to respect it as much as he does.
Other: Wind X Water Ability: Able to blow away storms with the air in his lungs.
Contact Owner: Admin
Name: Xira [ex-eera]
Species: Pegasus
Rank: Outcast
Gender: Female
Age: 4
Height: 14.2 hands
Appearance: Green roan, literally. She has what seems to be a chestnut base coat mixed in with iridescent greens, though her head and limbs remain only the brown color. Wings are feathered, chestnut with some white feathers above, and a dark gray at times black with the iridescent green below. Mane and tail are chestnut, but with some flaxen or frosted parts. In winter she turns fully chestnut, the green hide beneath only showing when the hair is brushed the wrong way.
Personality: Headstrong and rebellious, Xira has mostly driven herself away from whatever family or friends she had. She had a knack for getting into trouble and a knack for not admitting it or accepting help, which often puts her in some tricky situations, but somehow luck seems to be just as often on her side. Xira believes strongly in her independence and especially in asserting herself over stallions and other species. She's not racist, but she stubbornly believes herself to be better than most, giving her a competitive drive and an often unintentionally insulting mouth. Xira is especially passionate about living without rules, and is desperate to keep her pegasus brethren from assimilating into any sort of herd life like the equines and unicorns, for despite staying on her on most of the time she still keeps tabs on her friends and family. Just for fun she'll try to thwart the government of the herd lands, often interfering when they try to claim someone new or hold a fancy herd meeting. Xira isn't afraid to fight, but she lacks any training or natural instinct for it.
History: Born to a nomadic group of pegasus, small and often ragged in number, Xira and her dam were ever on the move. The lands were often hostile or unknown, so her younger years were kept strict and her mother's eye watchful. Still, when the pegasus nomads did relax they knew how to have fun and instilled in Xira a sense of freedom and owning the whole world and nothing at all, all at once. Many members of the band would leave or join over time, so Xira was constantly losing whatever bonds she might make with someone, causing her to learn to keep herself guarded and distant, slow to trust but fast to smile as new faces were always abundant to replace the ones that left. She doesn't well understand loyalty, serving herself first, but she appreciates someone familiar and still grazes with her dam from time to time. She has some half siblings, but none she knows well. Two years ago her nomadic band arrived in Helovia, and there they've always stayed. Though Xira misses the wilds of her youth, she finds enough mischief here to keep her occupied.
Other: 6 month Red-Footed Falcon companion.
Contact Owner: Admin
Name: Fleet
Species: Pegasus
Rank: Dragon's Throat Dawn Runner
Gender: Male
Age: 5 years
Height: 15
Appearance: quarter horse build. Orangey gold eyes with white flecks. Red roan coat with rabicano along the flanks. Mane and tail are the red of his body with some white strands and frosting. Wings are the red color on top with some white speckling, and all white underneath. Light feathering at fetlocks, like Hermes wing shoes. Tribal markings in white along face.
Personality: The fastest around, Fleet thinks himself too fast for danger to catch up to, so he's constantly pushing the line of what he can get away with and what he can accomplish. He's incredibly competitive and often does ridiculous and dangerous stunts to get attention. He dreams one day of flying to the sun, and often tries to beat the dawn light across the sky. Takes great joy in humiliating and breaking others, so enjoys stealing.
History: Born in a large pegasus herd where twins were commonplace and the rooks were overpopulated. He constantly had to compete with siblings and friends for food, water, shelter and attention. He grew up in a rough gang of pegasus fledgelings, to ensure safety, so he doesn't feel comfortable being alone and often looks to the support of a herd. Eventually his gang got into a fight with another, and after losing they were driven away. He flew for a while with his gang, but many went their own ways, leaving him with Helovia. Ra approached him early on and they traveled together, finally coming to the Dragon's Throat. Doesn't fully believe in the Order of the Sun, but would rather believe in it than nothing at all, so he follows along.
Other: Ignition: Fire magic - can set entirety of body on intense fire, though is not injured by it. The flame causes serious burns for any and everything that touches it. Part of the Order of the Sun.
Contact Owner: Blu
Name: Salem
Species: Pegasus
Rank: Not Ranked on Helovia as of yet
Gender: Stallion
Age: 6 Years (Ages in Autumn)
Height: 17hh
Appearance:- Red Roan Varnish Appaloosa.
- Eyes are green
- Wings are of medium size and resemble the same markings as his coat
- Scar on his front left hock
- Pink nose with appaloosa speckles. Same around his eyes.
Personality:Manipulative. Snide. Insinuating. Malicious. Mean. Sarcastic. Scornful. Sneering. Spiteful. Crafty. Cunning. Deceptive. Roguish. Sly. Aloof. Chilly. Cold. Merciless. Remote.
Loyal to his few friends.
History: Salem's story began in Isilme: Anarore when he was met in the gateway by Calypso & Onni.
After following Calypso and becoming an outcast he soon lost her and was stolen by pirates. Managing to escape,
Salem ran far to the Wild Wing Islands where he limped onto the beach met by Voltaic & eventually Virva and Anumati.
Anumati healed his wounds and Salem became an Islands stallion. No longer an outcast. He fled Isilme when the shadows attacked
whilst on patrol with Buzz in a cave with Osiris.
He has no history in Helovia, so feel free to to whatever you like with him.
Other: Nothing.
Contact Owner: Imi (Torasin, Evers, d'Artagan and Seiren)
UNICORN
Name: Amarth
Species: Unicorn
Rank: World's Edge Stallion
Gender: Male
Age: 5
Height: 15.3 hands
Appearance: A handsome coat of silver dapple, the body a chocolate brown and the mane flaxen and silver. A lion's tail runs to a tufted tip of similar hair as his mane. Cloven hooves prance to the rune his straight and spiraled horn of sterling makes, for it is hollow with notches and holes and he plays it like a most unusual flute.
Personality: Deviously charming and good looking, Amarth spends most of his days chasing the mares around and making promises he doesn't intend to keep. He's good natured though and light hearted, so most don't take him too seriously and wave off any offenses he might incur. His songs are often favored and requested by the herd, to which he happily obliges, loving the spotlight and the cascade of compliments. Though his build is strong and full, Amarth's horn would break easily in fights more than a quick spar or full of bravado. He would protect the helpless and the needy in a heartbeat, but he has self-preservation and tends to choose his battles wisely, much more preferring to talk his way out of any situation than let it come to blows.
History: Born in Helovia within the World's Edge, to a simple mare and stallion of the herd, Amarth has always known this land and its kind. He sticks mostly to unicorn company, feeling more uncomfortable than disgusted or angry at the other species. He creates little quarrels aside those of love, having spent his foalhood in carefree ways as he spends his stallionhood. Young still he may alter his mood given time, but he prefers to be lazy and simple for now, content to batt eyes at the mares and dance for the herd.
Other: A LightxWind ability that allows him to create mood-altering music should he so desire, amplifying a certain emotion.
Contact Owner: Admin
Name: Gabor
Species: Unicorn
Rank: World's Edge Stallion
Gender: Stallion
Age: 9
Height: 16H
Appearance: Graceful hunter-type. Dark grey body with darker mane and tail, small birdcatcher spots along his body. Two black spiral horns on his head. The longest one is on his forehead and the smaller one is a few inches lower, just above the bridge of his nose.
Personality: Loud, quite friendly, racist.
History: Born to the healer Arduenna and her mate, Alder, Gabor lived a relatively quiet childhood, growing into a loud, but steady warrior. On his first mission, his patrol was attacked by wandering rouges. His father was killed and his mother ran away in grief. Avenging the death of Alder, Gabor became head warrior in his father's stead. But a year later, Arduenna returned. She told him that she bore a foal by a warlord and she escaped him. Shaken, Gabor let his mother in, and so they lived for the next few years. Gabor and his childhood friend, Nation, had a child, a girl, Kleo. All was happy for a while, until Arduenna decided to go rescue her now half-grown daughter. Reluctant, Gabor let his mother go. He waited and waited for the two to come back, but news came upwind of a terrible fire that had killed many, including zany Arduenna. Angry, he went to find his half-sister, Psyche in Helovia, and speak to her.
Other: Tracker: LightxDark, can track anyone he has met by following their brain waves.
Contact Owner: Krazie
Name: Hellena
Species: Unicorn
Rank: World's Edge Seer
Gender: Mare
Age: 14
Height: 15.2
Appearance: Though she is old, her body is well preserved, her ancient unicorn blood keeping her lithe and strong. This daughter of the moon is every bit a classica unicorn with cloven hooves and a leonine tail. Her body is like that of an arabian but smoother and rounder. She is silvery grey in color with light dapples and has crystalline, violet eyes with white lashes. Her mane and tail are nearly white. Hellena's horn is pearly white and twisted in a classical way. In the winter, a silken beard grows on her chin, though she is still unmistakably feminine.
Personality: Hellena is very distant from the world around her and almost ethereal in her mannerisms. Often, she takes some time to answer questions and her replies are usually riddles or unrelated. She has lived so long in the favor of the God of the Moon that she does not easily relate to her own kind. Though she has been wooed by many a young stallion, she has never birthed a child, finding the process beautiful but unattainable. Most of the time, she resorts to solace or the company of her own kind, but she holds no grudge against the other species.
History: Hellena was born in the World's Edge to an ancient race of unicorns, most of whom lived to be nearly one hundred years old. She was told the stories of Helovia and since she was born under the full moon, the God of the Moon took a particular liking to her, blessing her. From a young age she was able to see visions in the mist, and she became the Seer of the World's Edge. She predicted the invasion from the equines of the Dragon's Throat, but she did not fight. That was not her war, and her heart sang in sorrow for the ill intentions of the equines. Most of the elder unicorns died in that war, their histories dying along with them except for those that resided in her memories. The last of her kind that she knows of, she wanders the mists, eagerly awaiting the new generation to flock into the glorious Helovia.
Other:
Seer Magic :: Can see images of the future in the mist, given to her by the God of the Moon.
Stealing Amulet :: when a magical ability is cast in the vicinity, the amulet is able to replicate the ability and store it to be used at a later time. This amulet currently holds the ability to cast a forcefield around its user, blocking one attack entirely.
Contact Owner: Admin
Name: Korra
Species: Unicorn
Rank: World's Edge Warrior
Gender: Mare
Age: 8 years
Height: 14.1H
Appearance: Wild bay mustang, dark brown eyes, no white markings save for extensive scars along her body. Two dangerous elk antlers rise from her forehead in the place of a horn. They do not shed yearly.
Personality: Quiet, dangerous, calculating, intelligent, wary.
History: Born into a herd of primal unicorns, Korra was taught to rely on instinct alone. At the age of three, she was caught by an enemy raid and made a prisoner. She worked her way up the ranks over the years until she was deputy of the herd. In a stroke of madness, Korra murdered the leader and escaped, stumbling upon Helovia in her mad run.
Other: None
Contact Owner: Krazie
Name: Kou
Species: Unicorn
Rank: World's Edge Mare
Gender: Female
Age: 4 years
Height: 15
Appearance: Cremello. Arabian type build. Pure white coat. Silvery hooves, horn, mane and tail. Blue eyes.
Personality: Kou is a happy go lucky mare. Many would not expect her to be racist and part of a unicorn supremesist group, but she is. She serves as part of the Scourge within the plague. She is not an extremely skilled fighter, but she is good enough to keep herself alive.
History: History is up to adopter.
Other: light magic: Can hyptnotize another by maintaining direct eye contact with them.
Contact Owner: ali
Name: Lloyd
Species: Unicorn
Rank: World's Edge Stallion
Gender: Male
Age: 8 years
Height: 17hh
Appearance: Black Percheron, no white markings, black hooves and horn. Horn can be designed any way the adopter likes.
Personality: Lloyd is much calmer than his twin and will think through everything before making a decision. He has a demeanor about him that calms others. He is warm and inviting and can easily talk to others and carry on a conversation. He is, however, racist but not to the extent that his brother is. He does believe that unicorns are supreme, but not that other races should be enslaved, though his opinion can be swayed.
History: Lloyd and his brother Lucius were born to unicorn parents in Helovia. Their father began teaching them to fight at a young age. Lucius was a better fighter than his brother and became the center of his father's attention. When is father's attention was turned to Lucius, Lloyd was taken under his mother's wing where he learned the art of healing. When their father was killed and Lucius went on a rampage killing nearly everything in sight, Lloyd tried to stop him. It resulted in his brother nearly killing him in a fight before he finally came to his senses. Lloyd has mostly forgiven his brother, but will still bring it up now and again when he wants something out of Lucius. Lloyd fought along with his brother in Helovia's war, but when it became too much he convinced his twin to flee. When they came back the world was much different from what he remembered. He travelled to the World's Edge with his brother to reclaim his position as warrior.
Other: Light x Dark: Can heal others by taking their injuries onto himself.
*Will quest for a magic upgrade that allows him to transfer his own injuries onto another, thus healing himself.
Contact Owner: ali
Name: Lucius
Species: Unicorn
Rank: World's Edge Warrior
Gender: Male
Age: 8 years
Height: 18hh
Appearance: Black Percheron, no white markings, black hooves and horn. Horn can be designed any way the adopter likes.
Personality: Lucius is a highly focused being. Once he sets his attention on something it is nearly impossible to draw him away from it. He is also emotional and sometimes lets his emotions cloud his better judgement. He believes that stallions are better than mares in the aspect of fighting and that mares should essentially take care of the foals while the stallions head off to war. Unicorns are the ultimate species, all others should bow to them and be willing servants.
History: Lucius and his twin brother Lloyd were born to unicorn parents in Helovia. Their father began teaching them to fight at a young age. Lucius was a better fighter than his brother and became the center of his father's attention. When his father was killed Lucius went on a rampage and began killing everything he came across. He even nearly killed his own brother before he came to his senses. That slip up nearly drove them apart, but Lloyd forgave his brother (mostly) and the two began training together. They fought in Helovia's war, but when it became too much Lloyd convinced him to flee. When they came back the world was much different from what he remembered. He travelled to the World's Edge with his brother to reclaim his position as warrior.
Other: Earth x Dark: Can increase the gravity around someone, making it harder for them to move.
Contact Owner: ali
Name: Mafau
Species: Unicorn
Rank: Unranked
Gender: Stallion
Age: 8 - ages in winter
Height: 18.2 hands
Appearance: Mafau is huge and dark. As if the night belched a killing machine. His eyes are a seething red but often hidden behind a massive black forelock and mane, that are seemingly as bushy as his traditional horse tail. He has a bloodstained splash marking on his left lower barrel. Mafau wears the massive rib cage of his father around his own. The rib cage is too tight and near the ends it pokes into his skin from where the cage has cracked and bent to shape awkwardly to his body. His hooves are dark and blunt like an equine's but only because he is much to large to stand on cleft hooves. Mafau's horn is black and thick. Bonelike, it curves upwards and holds many spikes, like a dog's collar. And through all of this petrifying appearance, there is one thing that holds him back, and that is his right hind. He will die at a young age because of it, and the leg will form a painful ringbone. Because of his size the ringbone will be more and more painful until walking is impossible, this will eventually lead him to die from malnutrition.
Personality: . deceitful . rough . immoral . gory . malevolent . lusty . sometimes gay .
History: He was the malicious night, screaming as every haunt turned, and ran. They knew the birth of a heir was intimate; and with the bulky chuckle, his father rose his forelegs into the air, and struck down the bearer. There was none better to raise the son than himself; and he took him with strength and blunt terror. Death was too far near, as his father knew the path he would take straight to hell.
Mafau did slay his father with the morbid head he drew. He cut out the heartbeat, and wore it around his neck, but little did he know about rotting. It embellished his neck like a ruby diamond for three days, the last, falling to the heat of a step. He felt the need to hail his father further so he gutted and sought his rib cage. Being young and not exactly grown he slipped underneath like a harness, and they grew together. It tightly wraps into his skin now, and noisily digs into the ripped tissue with ease as he walks.
Later, he earned his hatred, and grew past the widths of his father's rib cage. He learned his loins, and the drive devoured him. He severely murdered, raped, and tortured many fine mares much too far before their time. Even stallions were victims at times, and the brute had never met his match. He wandered alone, defeating and slaughtering everything in mere sight.
One day, amongst all of the begging he found one young girl who was as evil and sultry as he. She had taken up beside him, and raised a kingdom of Spartan worthy children with him. Mafau did not call this love, he was not soft enough for it. Neylesh called it love once, and once it was. He took her to bed one final time, and showed her what love was. It was until blood spilled from her eyes that he stopped.
He wanders alone again.
Other: Dark x Water - Can transform liquids into toxic waste.
Contact Owner: Tay on Validino's account
Name: Shuler
Species: Unicorn
Rank: World's Edge Shadow
Gender: Male
Age: 7 years
Height: 15.3
Appearance: Akhal Teke build. Gold colored dun, black points, black mane and tail. White snip on his muzzle. Black horn with a barbed tip. Brown eyes with gold flecks.
Personality: Shuler is the quiet, intelligent type. He is observant and often notices things about his surroundings that others would not generally take notice of. Due to his light build he is not a fighter. He works more in the field of intelligence, running from herd to herd to gather knowledge about them. He, however, maintains an appearance as a trustworthy sort, though he is racist against anything that isn't unicorn. He's skilled in deception and easily crafts believable lies.
History: Shuler was born in Helovia, but fled when the fighting broke out. He travelled and found Isilme and only stayed a few days before the shadows took over and began killing everyone and everything. Upon leaving he travelled back to Helovia and was eventually found by Mauja. The two conversed a few times before Mauja invited him to join The Plague. Due to his racist views Shuler joined after pledging allegience to Mauja and Psyche.
*History efore leaving Helovia is up to the adopter.
Other: dark x light: Can gain enough control of another's mind to make them believe lies he has crafted.
Contact Owner: ali