Diablo Disfrazado (Devil in Disguise)

[Demon]

Name-

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Diablo Disfrazado (Devil in Disguise)

Gender-[/i]
Stallion

Height-[/i]
16.1hh

Alliance-[/i]
Dark

Herd-
Shadow Forests

Rank-
King

Breed-[/i]
Spanish Mustang X Peruvian Paso

Age-[/i]
6

Appearance-[/i]


Pelt:
Ebony

Orbs:
Black

Markings:
Ivory sock + star

Personality-[/i]
This stallion’s life is shadowed and mysterious. Fighting is like a drug to him, it’s the only thing that keeps him going. Regardless of whether he wins or loses, the sheer joy a battle brings to him is enough to make him want more. Diablo is cocky, smart mouthed and a dirty fighter – however he is extraordinarily strong. When around mares the only thing that’s on his mind is the need to carry on his bloodline. He does not enjoy the responsibility of looking after a herd, however he prefers the superiority. Although he may appear tough and aggressive on the outside, he does have his weaknesses.

Past-[/i]
This ebony brute can usually be found hidden amongst the shadows – that's where he has been his entire life.

Diablo’s dam was impregnated during the incorrect season and consequently gave birth during the harshest of winters. In addition to that, the stag’s dam giave birth to twins. As expected, the unfortunate mare didn’t survive for more than a couple hours after the birth. Once she had passed, both colts were adopted by individual mares who had lost their own to the winters elements.

The ebony colt didn’t exactly have a very easy upbringing after that either. Both colts had been born under immense pressure to live up to their sire who had been the most powerful, well-known stallion of his time. After some time Dibalo grew jealous of his over achieving brother who had left him as the disappointment of the bloodline. As a result Diablo left his herd at an early age due to the shadows in which he lived.

The young colt carried with him both physical and mental abrasions that had been forced upon him during his early years. However along with that, he carried with him a deep sense of determination – he knew that he would get his revenge. His opportunity arose sooner than he had expected. After years of training there had been a battle amongst a number of powerful stallions for the title of "King of Shadow Forests".

Diablo, determined to win, prowled in confidently to participate in the challenge. After many difficult and lethal battles, Diablo was eventually crowned King of Shadow Forests. To this day he has not had the pleasure of meeting his brother, but he knows the opportunity awaits amongst the shadows.

RP Example -
Large daggers struck the tender earth with the slick and willing precision of a murderers step. A chilling breeze rose from within the depths of the brightening forest and struck out at the pallid stag's mane. His ivory banner was lifted dominantly as the air playfully ran its fingers through it. Porcelain aerials moved with the sounds of the forest, picking out those that were of interest to him and disregarding those that were not. Muscles rippled in the stag’s powerful neck as he threw his head towards the heavens, his light mane whipped as an ivory flame against the timid sky.

Demon's nostrils flared, the cool air whipped up swiftly, and lifted his flowing tail and pallid banner. His body held scars from many past battles that he had won with ease, and he was very proud of every last line that marked his body. The stag puffed his broad chest out, simultaneously exhaling swiftly as his auds flicked forward earnestly at the sight of apretty mare. Demon's nostrils flared as her scent reached him, a veil of white fog materialized in front of his maw as he exhaled. His ice blue glare melted as the stallion’s disposition transformed into one of actual tranquility, seemingly matching the tone of his surroundings.

His nostrils narrowed slightly as he shook his perfectly sculpted head to clear his thought-polluted mind. The sun’s rays that managed to penetrate the forests thick canopy reflected off of the gleaming layer of sweat that had formed on his torso. The stag side stepped in an attempt to rid his body of the insistent light which he knew illuminated his scars for all who wished to gaze upon the bitter memories of his darkened past. A past that still trailed behind the ivory large stallion. However he knew that it would only cause such a young and fragile mare to turn tail and run.

Demon let his large, muscular pillars carry him effortlessly over the turf as he closed the distance between himself and the pallid fae. With a flare of his nares he drank her sweet aroma in as he came to a stop a couple meters away, not wanting to frighten her. The stallion thingyed his head slightly as the mare sighed, disappointment lacing her every feature. He refrained from asking her any questions as he introduced himself, hoping she would stay around long enough for him to find out what troubled her so. Hola mi senora, I am Demonio Luchador. The pallid stag addressed her with a slight bow of his head; he did not ask for her name, knowing that she would tell him if she felt comfortable enough.
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