[5] Halloween [Zero's]

[i am asylum]

URL To The Site The Image Will Be Used On:
I'm looking for a new website to join and RP him with, so I will be sure to update who ever does this where this image will be posted and used.

Character's Name: Halloween.

Poems or Slogans: The darkest souls are not thoes which choose to exist within the hell of the abyss, but thoes which choose to move silently amoung us.

Gender: Stallion/Male/Whatever.

Breed: I suspect some Warmblood, with some Freisian but there's a hell of a lot of monster in there.

Coat Color: Black, as the night.

Picture(s) of Character: I can't really say I have any. I want you to be able to you know, find ones you like better. But here are some to get his build right. Oh, and he DOES have wings.

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Background Picture(s): For the background I'm leaving most of this to you. I am thinking of something spooky, scary, twisted, demented, dark. You know, the kind of place we all have nightmares about.

Color Theme: Blacks, lots of pale colors with no life at all.

Character's Personality: Here's a post with him, and this is pretty much Halloween in short.

Darkness can only be measured by those who linger inside of it. Evil is a product of what surrounds it, things cannot fall into the grasp of the world beyond on their own. For, their minds are too weak and too fragile to manage to pull out of the aggressive reach. Sharp claws slit the helpless lives of creatures both large and petite that attempted their escape from hell. When such a fool mixes weakness and a loathe for the light, a demon is produced from the ashes of one who has fallen. Why do we long to feel blood beneath our bodies? When the crimson river flows from your wounds, it never ceases for anyone. Not even the devil himself. For he, cannot stop bleeding and nor can the darkest of creatures. What if, you are not like the others? Your eyes, bare no expression and inside you cannot feel the effects of emotion. You act, not seeing the affects of your behavior of others around you. Being a social equine, is not what you long for. In those cases, you are on your own to fight for yourself. He has signed a deal with the devil. The devil gave this equine his eyes, and in return he signed a debt in which many souls must be killed on the night of All Hallows Eve. He was born on the darkest of the nights in the year, Halloween. At the tick of midnight his wet, and delicate body had hit the ground. It was at that moment, his fate had been sorted out by the demons that would soon invade. He started his life has a clean, and innocent colt with not a desire to harm in his mind. His mother licked his wounds clean and brushed his dirty forelock from his face when they galloped across the wet marshes. She looked after him, and his elder sister who had reached the point of mare hood. For she had a lighter build than he, a lighter coat and far smaller wings. As he looked into your eyes, they seemed to become more lit with anger and hate with each passing moment. For she loathed her brother. To the point of doing away with him, even. It was at this early stage, when his mental health declined. Their sire and dam had no desire to care for their children, they only wanted to escape their grasp around their necks and throat. They pleaded, for Halloween to stop acting the way he did. Oh, I can't help it! Can you help it? They're here! They won't leave me! But they did not offer up an ear to listen. Instead, they frowned and threw up their fierce skulls and ran off with the brilliant sunset. His sister tortured him, and in too many mental and physical forms to name. Her payback would come, Halloween would toss the first body into the ground. The devil, would not ignore the deal he had made. When Halloween slaughtered his sister, all he could see was the ground beneath her body. The grass, stained with some red liquid that had a careful shine to it. This, was only the start.

His eyes, so blank and black. These, are the eyes of a psychopath.

Font(s) Of Your Choice (please supply us with a link): Again, I do not care what you pick for him. As long as it isn't preppy or pretty.

Avatar: Sure, why not.

Image Size: None.

Preferred Personalizer: None.

Anything Else You Feel Is Important: Have fun.

[Sango<3]

_{might I take a try at this? and if so, just to double check, you want black feathery wings for him..?}

[i am asylum]

Yea, black feathery!

[i am asylum]

Hey, you still got this?

[Sango<3]

_{I'm sorry but I think I'm going to have to give this up..}

[i am asylum]

OK, I understand.
Anyone wanna try?

[( zero )]

I can. :3

[( zero )]

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