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Edric
"There was something delightfully intimate about the relationship between predator and prey."

General Info

Name: Edric
Pronounced: Ehd-rik
Nickname(s): Old Man
Age: 42
Gender: Stallion
DoB: August 7th, 1659
Voice: Ralph Ineson ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=EhAkgk…)

Talent: Naturist | LOCKED
2nd Talent: Weapons Master | LOCKED
First Blessing: Beast Summoning | LOCKED
Second Blessing: Tremor Sense | LOCKED
Familiars: Elk (Large Cervid) | LOCKED

Herd: Vagabond | Cult of Digend
Rank: Hunter
Location/Residence: Varies, constantly travelling

Relationship Status: Tentatively Open, 100% down for flings, would require more planning/in character development for long term
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Astral Tracker: x
Relationship Tracker: x

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Familiar:
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  Age:
  Gender:
  Personality:

  Notes:

Appearance

Species: Common Horse

Breed(s): Mustang
Height: 15hh
Weight: 800-ish pounds
Without Clothing:

Coat: Greying Sooty Buckskin (Hidden Appaloosa)
Genotype: EE Aa nCr Gg nLp
Eyecolor: Red Left, Blind blue right
Other Genetics: N/A

Scars: all over him, big scar over his right eye, making it blind. he's had a rough life man
Items:
Necklace (scrap metal)
Bracers - LOCKED
Crossbow - LOCKED
Cloak - LOCKED
Fabric - LOCKED
Horse Shoes - LOCKED

Relationships
- Family/Related
- Hated/Rivalry
- Aquaintence/Tentative Friendship
- Friend
- Love/Sexual Relationship
- Fear
- Neutral

Nothing Foal

Son; Unicorn

  Status: Deceased

Marras

Apprentice; Common Horse

  Status: Alive

Other Family:

William - Father, Deceased

Joanne - Mother, Deceased

Personality

[ Serious ] - [ Blunt ] - [ Cynical ] - [ Dedicated ] - [ Knowledgeable ] - [ Patient ] - [ Secretive ] - [ Tough ] - [ Impassive ]

Serious | acting or speaking sincerely and in earnest, rather than in a joking or halfhearted manner. | It is very hard to get Edric to take things in a lighthearted manner or to laugh. He's grumpy, he's grouchy, and he's serious as hell, especially when it comes to hunting. If he was to joke around, and take things less seriously than he did, he'd likely make mistakes, or his target would slip away. "You shouldn't play with your food", is his motto when it comes to his work. Hunt them down, trap them, kill them quickly and humanely, unless otherwise requested by the cult.
Blunt | uncompromisingly forthright. | The only time subtlety has a use, in Edric's opinion, is when he's hiding and waiting for his target to come along. Kind, sugar dusted, honeyed words that hide one's true intentions? The fuck is the point of that? No, Edric believes it is best to get straight to the point, and say what he means, when he means, even if it hurts another's feelings. He thinks it would be best to be honest when someone is being a dumbass, or if he's planning to kill them. Why would he step out of hiding with a knife just to claim 'I'm not going to hurt you.' To him, that just seems pointless.
Cynical | believing that people are motivated by self-interest; distrustful of human sincerity or integrity. | Having lost his faith in others years ago, Edric honestly looks down on a majority of the cult, particularly on Nothings. Unless someone proves to him that they are dedicated, that they devote themselves wholly to Digend, he'll regard them with a scoffed breath, remaining distant while keeping an eye on them for any signs of weakness. While he would rather not put a knife into the chest of another young equine, he would rather nip the bud before it starts to grow, before anyone else can get attached, or they can cause harm to the cult.
Dedicated | devoted to a task or purpose; having single-minded loyalty or integrity. | Is there a greater proof of dedication to one's god than killing their own foal for them? Edric doesn't think so. He's already given the greatest sacrifice, the greatest show of his dedication, and he will not let that be in vain. So he pours himself into his work as a hunter, and has told himself that he will be one until the end of his days, working for the cult, for Digend. He has nothing else, and he would not want anything else.
Knowledgeable | intelligent and well informed. | A longtime hunter, having been trained in the art since he was a young foal, Edric is extensively schooled and knowledgeable in tracking, hunting, and combat. He knows his shit, and despite his growing age, he can still kick ass better than an average cultist, at the very least. While he might not be able to read or write, he knows how to read the land, the rustle of the leaves, to listen to the wind. To him, that is far more valuable than being able to read a piece of fuckin' paper.
Patient | able to accept or tolerate delays, problems, or suffering without becoming annoyed. | The life of a hunter is not the fast paced one of action like that of a cultist, at least, not in the way Edric was trained. He was trained with patience, to learn to track his target slowly, carefully, not making a mistake, and stalking them as carefully as a wild cat would. Setting traps, finding the right moment to strike, waiting for his prey, over time, Edric has developed a great sense of patience and willingness to wait and see what changes or events come along to pass.
Secretive | inclined to conceal feelings and intentions or not to disclose information. | Cloistered and secretive, Edric isn't likely to give out information about himself other than his name. No one can know the heartache he suffered, both to protect his pride, and to protect his life. If one was to find out about his weakness, about his love, about his momentary hesitation about killing his foal, then his life would be at risk. He's too old to deal with looking over his shoulder constantly, he's given too many years of his life to the cult for them to turn on him. Best to simply shut everything personal about himself behind locked, iron doors, and to not bare any of that to anyone.
Tough | a rough and violent person, especially a gangster or criminal. | Raised in the cult, and then in the wilderness after that, Edric isn't particularly a well put together or gentle person. He's tough, rough, and more than willing to use physical violence for his own gain. His manners are by no means that of an Aodhian Emin, or even a commoner, but he at least has the grace to say hello, introduce himself, and goodbye, but that's about as much as one can get outta him. As well, his teaching methods are just as tough and dangerous, with him believing that strength is built through suffering.

Impassive | not feeling or showing emotion. | Locking his emotions away, Edric keeps his face blank, his brows furrowed, and tries his hardest not to care, not to love, not to grow attached to anything or anyone other than Digend and his work. Edric has a serious case of resting bitch face, and he wants to keep it that way. Showing emotions could cause him to feel, to care, and he does not want that. Best to remain serious, impassive, to remain neutral.

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Themesong: Johnny Cash - God's Gonna Cut You Down

Sexuality: Pansexual

Likes: Moths and winged insects, stormy nights, cooking on a campfire,

Dislikes: Unicorns, alcohol, young equines, nosy little brats who wont leave him alone (looking at you marras)

Quirks:

- likes to do woodcarving with a knife and scrap wood he can find while travelling. Typically ends up leaving small shrines for Digend around as he travels where he leaves these carvings.
- Has a slight disdain towards unicorns, usually shows in the form of speaking shortly and roughly to them.
-

Fun Facts:

- The small silver pendant (a horse skull pierced by a blade) he wears was given to him by his mentor when he completed his proving as a sign of his mentor's approval, and then he gave it to his foal before they ran. Took the pendant back when he killed his foal. Its one of his most treasured possessions
- Coat gets more grayed out in the winter when he has his winter coat.
-

History

Born in Onea, to a small herder family, Edric, originally named Odynn, was learning the work trade since he could practically walk. Because his mother needed to tend the flocks of sheep they owned, she often brought him along, and always cautioned him not to stray too far from her. When he was 3, and out with his mother one day, he saw a stray sheep go bounding off into the bushes. Believing he could help his mother, he slipped away after it, into the brush. And it wasn't long before he got lost, wandering in circles while crying for her. And then he ran into a tree, sturdy, strong, and- Entirely not a tree. An equine, a stallion, holding a knife, staring down at him, and he turned to flee, only to run straight into a rope trap which tripped him, sending him down and out.

The next time he woke up, he was being stared down by a group of equines saying things he didn't understand, the one who caught him standing above him to keep him from running. Sacrifice. Kill. Stolen. He didn't know what they were saying, or what they wanted, but he knew his mother wasn't here, and he knew what a knife was. So, he wildly grabbed for a knife on the stallion's side, lashing out and blindly flailing it about. The equines around him recoiled and spat venomous words at him, and the dagger was easily ripped from his grip by the very stallion who caught him. Unexpectedly, he heard a laugh, and looked up at the stallion. Again, he didn't understand much, but he heard the stallion say to 'let him live'. And, 'if he survives, I'll take him.'

Survives what? A young foal didn't understand that these were cultists, and the stallion who took him was a hunter. He didn't understand that he was now a Nothing, kept alive through the petition of a single hunter, who was curious about this foal who brandished a knife at the age of 3 to defend himself. Terrified, he tried to ask for his parents, and only got snapped words in reply, and threats if he asked if he could go home, or if he made mention of considering leaving.

He was young enough for the memory of his parents and old life to fade within a year, replaced by the life of a Nothing in a cultist band. Raised by the band, surviving through a mixture of ferocity, fear, and learned stealth to steal and take from the other Nothings. While his former memories were fading, the one thing that remained was the hunter who first captured him. The hunter returned to the band over the years, bringing the corpse of a traitorous disciple or a sacrifice. And every time, the hunter would stay a few days, watch him, maybe say one or two things to him, and then leave.

At age 8, Edric, the Nothing without a name, had learned through survival to sneak and steal from the other Nothings, to have patience, and viciously fight to keep what he could get his hooves on. The hunter, watching him once more, came to him, saying that when he first introduced him to the cult, he'd petitioned for him to be kept as a Nothing, seeing potential in him, if he survived. And now he saw that his hunch was right, at least so far. So the Hunter offered to take him on as an apprentice. And Edric, wanting to be useful, wanting to be more than a Nothing, eagerly took up training with the hunter as an apprentice.

After 8 years, Edric left the band behind, venturing out with the Hunter, who's name he learned was Rodrick. He learned as much as he could, as quickly as he could, finding the work of trapping, stalking, tracking, and finally killing, to be something he enjoyed. He was being useful, finally, and while the training was harsh and unforgiving, he eagerly leaned into it. At the age of 14, he participated in his Proving. For a Hunter's apprentice, his challenge was a fight against another Nothing.

The other Nothing, desperate to survive, slashed his face, rendering his eye blind. But Edric, in pain, knew he had the skills to win, used this as a fuel to stoke his fire. He waited, watched, and saw his opening, sending the Nothing crashing to the ground with a swift move, before pinning them down, and strangling them to death.

Rising, he had won, and going to Rodrick, he was allowed to choose his name, and take on the role of a Hunter. Edric, was the name he chose. Something that mimicked his mentor. Still, despite being made a full Hunter, he chose to travel with Rodrick for some time and assist in his hunts, gaining more experience over time. At the age of 19, he split off on his own, taking on hunts and working for various bands. One of these bands, he saw a stallion who caught his eye, and the interest seemed to be mutual. Flings, here and there, and shortly, before he knew it, there was a foal, baring his features. Edric was proud of this foal, and believing him to be strong, he thought he would survive as a Nothing, and perhaps, when he was of age, he'd take him on as an apprentice, like Rodrick did for him.

He visited the band, doing more work for them, and visiting his foal to watch and see how he was getting on. Perhaps it was weakness, but he found himself growing fond of the gangly, scruffy looking buckskin unicorn, even mentally thinking of some potential names he could suggest when his foal won his proving.

At the age of 25, Edric was told to hunt down a Nothing who ran from a band. It was standard, he didn't think much of it. Tracking the terrified colt down was easy, and finding the colt, standing terrified, having tried to run away, he saw it was his own foal, staring back at him with wide eyes. Edric was horrified, to see it was his foal, to see that he was weak and wanted to leave the cult, and to know he'd need to make a choice. To kill his foal, to uphold his duty, or to let his foal go, to let him survive, due to his own weakness and love.

He chose to follow the will of Digend, stabbing his foal, watching the blood pool on the ground and the light leave the unnamed colt's eyes. He took his foal back to the band, showing the job had been done, despite his chest aching as if it had been him who was stabbed.

So he left, he distanced himself from the band, doing any other sort of work to push the memory of his foal, who hadn't even had a name, out of his mind. But he just saw the events of that night, over and over in all his living moments. And he carried this weight for years following, choosing to harden himself, to not let himself care. He couldn't risk needing to place a knife in another young equine's chest.

At the age of 33, Edric had pushed through the worst of the pain, placing those memories behind lock and key. And on one hunt, where he had been chasing his target, herding them towards his traps which would send them crashing down, a screaming small figure burst from the bushes, burying a knife in his target's chest. Skidding to a stop, Edric witnessed a young colt bring down his target, immediately shouting at the foal for interfering. The colt had tried to help. Help. And why was that? Because the colt wanted to come with him, to help him. It was a snarled 'no', before he took what he needed from the body, and turned to leave. With a little colt following him, begging to be taught.

And this only served to dig up old memories he had kept buried for years. The little colt, who had no name, did not leave Edric's tail. And he couldn't bring himself to kill him to get rid of him. And over time, he found himself giving him small tips here and there, mostly to keep him alive in a fight, and slowly, began teaching him more. And this colt, he wanted to prove himself. To the cult. So Edric, begrudgingly telling himself it was a way to get rid of this kid, as he wouldn't survive, he brought him to one, letting him prove himself.

And the colt survived. In disbelief, Edric turned, giving him a short congrats, and trying to leave. And again, this colt followed him like before. Rolling his eyes, Edric's heart aching some, he grumbled a short phrase, saying 'the only way you won't die is if I keep an eye on you.' So he finally let the colt, who chose the name of Marras, to follow him, and to pass his knowledge of hunting down to.

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RP Info

Status: Open
Time Zone: EST
Language(s): English
Ratings:
- G | PG
- PG-13
- M
I'm cool with practically anything! I'm experienced in all ratings of RPing, and while I do love a good M rated RP, be forewarned I'm very awkward and I screech a lot when it's with a new person. After that I'm completely fine though!

RP Platforms:
  - Skype (Preferred)
  - Forums
- Google Docs (Not preferred)

Reference: Mustang Stock 19

Description
well i guess im just giving up on my "im limiting myself to one concept" cause the admins keep making fun ranks and lore

well i think i just have to accept that i cant limit myself to a certain number of SA chars cause i keep getting designs and inspo

Edric
"There was something delightfully intimate about the relationship between predator and prey."

General Info

Name: Edric
Pronounced: Ehd-rik
Nickname(s): Old Man
Age: 42
Gender: Stallion
DoB: August 7th, 1659
Voice: Ralph Ineson ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=EhAkgk…)

Talent: Naturist | LOCKED
2nd Talent: Weapons Master | LOCKED
First Blessing: Beast Summoning | LOCKED
Second Blessing: Tremor Sense | LOCKED
Familiars: Elk (Large Cervid) | LOCKED

Herd: Vagabond | Cult of Digend
Rank: Hunter
Location/Residence: Varies, constantly travelling

Relationship Status: Tentatively Open, 100% down for flings, would require more planning/in character development for long term
-

RP Tracker: x
Astral Tracker: x
Relationship Tracker: x

Pinterest Moodboard:

Familiar:
??? | ???
  Age:
  Gender:
  Personality:

  Notes:

Appearance

Species: Common Horse

Breed(s): Mustang
Height: 15hh
Weight: 800-ish pounds
Without Clothing:

Coat: Greying Sooty Buckskin (Hidden Appaloosa)
Genotype: EE Aa nCr Gg nLp
Eyecolor: Red Left, Blind blue right
Other Genetics: N/A

Scars: all over him, big scar over his right eye, making it blind. he's had a rough life man
Items:
Necklace (scrap metal)
Bracers - LOCKED
Crossbow - LOCKED
Cloak - LOCKED
Fabric - LOCKED
Horse Shoes - LOCKED

Relationships
- Family/Related
- Hated/Rivalry
- Aquaintence/Tentative Friendship
- Friend
- Love/Sexual Relationship
- Fear
- Neutral

Nothing Foal

Son; Unicorn

  Status: Deceased

Marras

Apprentice; Common Horse

  Status: Alive

Other Family:

William - Father, Deceased

Joanne - Mother, Deceased

Personality

[ Serious ] - [ Blunt ] - [ Cynical ] - [ Dedicated ] - [ Knowledgeable ] - [ Patient ] - [ Secretive ] - [ Tough ] - [ Impassive ]

Serious | acting or speaking sincerely and in earnest, rather than in a joking or halfhearted manner. | It is very hard to get Edric to take things in a lighthearted manner or to laugh. He's grumpy, he's grouchy, and he's serious as hell, especially when it comes to hunting. If he was to joke around, and take things less seriously than he did, he'd likely make mistakes, or his target would slip away. "You shouldn't play with your food", is his motto when it comes to his work. Hunt them down, trap them, kill them quickly and humanely, unless otherwise requested by the cult.
Blunt | uncompromisingly forthright. | The only time subtlety has a use, in Edric's opinion, is when he's hiding and waiting for his target to come along. Kind, sugar dusted, honeyed words that hide one's true intentions? The fuck is the point of that? No, Edric believes it is best to get straight to the point, and say what he means, when he means, even if it hurts another's feelings. He thinks it would be best to be honest when someone is being a dumbass, or if he's planning to kill them. Why would he step out of hiding with a knife just to claim 'I'm not going to hurt you.' To him, that just seems pointless.
Cynical | believing that people are motivated by self-interest; distrustful of human sincerity or integrity. | Having lost his faith in others years ago, Edric honestly looks down on a majority of the cult, particularly on Nothings. Unless someone proves to him that they are dedicated, that they devote themselves wholly to Digend, he'll regard them with a scoffed breath, remaining distant while keeping an eye on them for any signs of weakness. While he would rather not put a knife into the chest of another young equine, he would rather nip the bud before it starts to grow, before anyone else can get attached, or they can cause harm to the cult.
Dedicated | devoted to a task or purpose; having single-minded loyalty or integrity. | Is there a greater proof of dedication to one's god than killing their own foal for them? Edric doesn't think so. He's already given the greatest sacrifice, the greatest show of his dedication, and he will not let that be in vain. So he pours himself into his work as a hunter, and has told himself that he will be one until the end of his days, working for the cult, for Digend. He has nothing else, and he would not want anything else.
Knowledgeable | intelligent and well informed. | A longtime hunter, having been trained in the art since he was a young foal, Edric is extensively schooled and knowledgeable in tracking, hunting, and combat. He knows his shit, and despite his growing age, he can still kick ass better than an average cultist, at the very least. While he might not be able to read or write, he knows how to read the land, the rustle of the leaves, to listen to the wind. To him, that is far more valuable than being able to read a piece of fuckin' paper.
Patient | able to accept or tolerate delays, problems, or suffering without becoming annoyed. | The life of a hunter is not the fast paced one of action like that of a cultist, at least, not in the way Edric was trained. He was trained with patience, to learn to track his target slowly, carefully, not making a mistake, and stalking them as carefully as a wild cat would. Setting traps, finding the right moment to strike, waiting for his prey, over time, Edric has developed a great sense of patience and willingness to wait and see what changes or events come along to pass.
Secretive | inclined to conceal feelings and intentions or not to disclose information. | Cloistered and secretive, Edric isn't likely to give out information about himself other than his name. No one can know the heartache he suffered, both to protect his pride, and to protect his life. If one was to find out about his weakness, about his love, about his momentary hesitation about killing his foal, then his life would be at risk. He's too old to deal with looking over his shoulder constantly, he's given too many years of his life to the cult for them to turn on him. Best to simply shut everything personal about himself behind locked, iron doors, and to not bare any of that to anyone.
Tough | a rough and violent person, especially a gangster or criminal. | Raised in the cult, and then in the wilderness after that, Edric isn't particularly a well put together or gentle person. He's tough, rough, and more than willing to use physical violence for his own gain. His manners are by no means that of an Aodhian Emin, or even a commoner, but he at least has the grace to say hello, introduce himself, and goodbye, but that's about as much as one can get outta him. As well, his teaching methods are just as tough and dangerous, with him believing that strength is built through suffering.

Impassive | not feeling or showing emotion. | Locking his emotions away, Edric keeps his face blank, his brows furrowed, and tries his hardest not to care, not to love, not to grow attached to anything or anyone other than Digend and his work. Edric has a serious case of resting bitch face, and he wants to keep it that way. Showing emotions could cause him to feel, to care, and he does not want that. Best to remain serious, impassive, to remain neutral.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Themesong: Johnny Cash - God's Gonna Cut You Down

Sexuality: Pansexual

Likes: Moths and winged insects, stormy nights, cooking on a campfire,

Dislikes: Unicorns, alcohol, young equines, nosy little brats who wont leave him alone (looking at you marras)

Quirks:

- likes to do woodcarving with a knife and scrap wood he can find while travelling. Typically ends up leaving small shrines for Digend around as he travels where he leaves these carvings.
- Has a slight disdain towards unicorns, usually shows in the form of speaking shortly and roughly to them.
-

Fun Facts:

- The small silver pendant (a horse skull pierced by a blade) he wears was given to him by his mentor when he completed his proving as a sign of his mentor's approval, and then he gave it to his foal before they ran. Took the pendant back when he killed his foal. Its one of his most treasured possessions
- Coat gets more grayed out in the winter when he has his winter coat.
-

History

Born in Onea, to a small herder family, Edric, originally named Odynn, was learning the work trade since he could practically walk. Because his mother needed to tend the flocks of sheep they owned, she often brought him along, and always cautioned him not to stray too far from her. When he was 3, and out with his mother one day, he saw a stray sheep go bounding off into the bushes. Believing he could help his mother, he slipped away after it, into the brush. And it wasn't long before he got lost, wandering in circles while crying for her. And then he ran into a tree, sturdy, strong, and- Entirely not a tree. An equine, a stallion, holding a knife, staring down at him, and he turned to flee, only to run straight into a rope trap which tripped him, sending him down and out.

The next time he woke up, he was being stared down by a group of equines saying things he didn't understand, the one who caught him standing above him to keep him from running. Sacrifice. Kill. Stolen. He didn't know what they were saying, or what they wanted, but he knew his mother wasn't here, and he knew what a knife was. So, he wildly grabbed for a knife on the stallion's side, lashing out and blindly flailing it about. The equines around him recoiled and spat venomous words at him, and the dagger was easily ripped from his grip by the very stallion who caught him. Unexpectedly, he heard a laugh, and looked up at the stallion. Again, he didn't understand much, but he heard the stallion say to 'let him live'. And, 'if he survives, I'll take him.'

Survives what? A young foal didn't understand that these were cultists, and the stallion who took him was a hunter. He didn't understand that he was now a Nothing, kept alive through the petition of a single hunter, who was curious about this foal who brandished a knife at the age of 3 to defend himself. Terrified, he tried to ask for his parents, and only got snapped words in reply, and threats if he asked if he could go home, or if he made mention of considering leaving.

He was young enough for the memory of his parents and old life to fade within a year, replaced by the life of a Nothing in a cultist band. Raised by the band, surviving through a mixture of ferocity, fear, and learned stealth to steal and take from the other Nothings. While his former memories were fading, the one thing that remained was the hunter who first captured him. The hunter returned to the band over the years, bringing the corpse of a traitorous disciple or a sacrifice. And every time, the hunter would stay a few days, watch him, maybe say one or two things to him, and then leave.

At age 8, Edric, the Nothing without a name, had learned through survival to sneak and steal from the other Nothings, to have patience, and viciously fight to keep what he could get his hooves on. The hunter, watching him once more, came to him, saying that when he first introduced him to the cult, he'd petitioned for him to be kept as a Nothing, seeing potential in him, if he survived. And now he saw that his hunch was right, at least so far. So the Hunter offered to take him on as an apprentice. And Edric, wanting to be useful, wanting to be more than a Nothing, eagerly took up training with the hunter as an apprentice.

After 8 years, Edric left the band behind, venturing out with the Hunter, who's name he learned was Rodrick. He learned as much as he could, as quickly as he could, finding the work of trapping, stalking, tracking, and finally killing, to be something he enjoyed. He was being useful, finally, and while the training was harsh and unforgiving, he eagerly leaned into it. At the age of 14, he participated in his Proving. For a Hunter's apprentice, his challenge was a fight against another Nothing.

The other Nothing, desperate to survive, slashed his face, rendering his eye blind. But Edric, in pain, knew he had the skills to win, used this as a fuel to stoke his fire. He waited, watched, and saw his opening, sending the Nothing crashing to the ground with a swift move, before pinning them down, and strangling them to death.

Rising, he had won, and going to Rodrick, he was allowed to choose his name, and take on the role of a Hunter. Edric, was the name he chose. Something that mimicked his mentor. Still, despite being made a full Hunter, he chose to travel with Rodrick for some time and assist in his hunts, gaining more experience over time. At the age of 19, he split off on his own, taking on hunts and working for various bands. One of these bands, he saw a stallion who caught his eye, and the interest seemed to be mutual. Flings, here and there, and shortly, before he knew it, there was a foal, baring his features. Edric was proud of this foal, and believing him to be strong, he thought he would survive as a Nothing, and perhaps, when he was of age, he'd take him on as an apprentice, like Rodrick did for him.

He visited the band, doing more work for them, and visiting his foal to watch and see how he was getting on. Perhaps it was weakness, but he found himself growing fond of the gangly, scruffy looking buckskin unicorn, even mentally thinking of some potential names he could suggest when his foal won his proving.

At the age of 25, Edric was told to hunt down a Nothing who ran from a band. It was standard, he didn't think much of it. Tracking the terrified colt down was easy, and finding the colt, standing terrified, having tried to run away, he saw it was his own foal, staring back at him with wide eyes. Edric was horrified, to see it was his foal, to see that he was weak and wanted to leave the cult, and to know he'd need to make a choice. To kill his foal, to uphold his duty, or to let his foal go, to let him survive, due to his own weakness and love.

He chose to follow the will of Digend, stabbing his foal, watching the blood pool on the ground and the light leave the unnamed colt's eyes. He took his foal back to the band, showing the job had been done, despite his chest aching as if it had been him who was stabbed.

So he left, he distanced himself from the band, doing any other sort of work to push the memory of his foal, who hadn't even had a name, out of his mind. But he just saw the events of that night, over and over in all his living moments. And he carried this weight for years following, choosing to harden himself, to not let himself care. He couldn't risk needing to place a knife in another young equine's chest.

At the age of 33, Edric had pushed through the worst of the pain, placing those memories behind lock and key. And on one hunt, where he had been chasing his target, herding them towards his traps which would send them crashing down, a screaming small figure burst from the bushes, burying a knife in his target's chest. Skidding to a stop, Edric witnessed a young colt bring down his target, immediately shouting at the foal for interfering. The colt had tried to help. Help. And why was that? Because the colt wanted to come with him, to help him. It was a snarled 'no', before he took what he needed from the body, and turned to leave. With a little colt following him, begging to be taught.

And this only served to dig up old memories he had kept buried for years. The little colt, who had no name, did not leave Edric's tail. And he couldn't bring himself to kill him to get rid of him. And over time, he found himself giving him small tips here and there, mostly to keep him alive in a fight, and slowly, began teaching him more. And this colt, he wanted to prove himself. To the cult. So Edric, begrudgingly telling himself it was a way to get rid of this kid, as he wouldn't survive, he brought him to one, letting him prove himself.

And the colt survived. In disbelief, Edric turned, giving him a short congrats, and trying to leave. And again, this colt followed him like before. Rolling his eyes, Edric's heart aching some, he grumbled a short phrase, saying 'the only way you won't die is if I keep an eye on you.' So he finally let the colt, who chose the name of Marras, to follow him, and to pass his knowledge of hunting down to.

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RP Info

Status: Open
Time Zone: EST
Language(s): English
Ratings:
- G | PG
- PG-13
- M
I'm cool with practically anything! I'm experienced in all ratings of RPing, and while I do love a good M rated RP, be forewarned I'm very awkward and I screech a lot when it's with a new person. After that I'm completely fine though!

RP Platforms:
  - Skype (Preferred)
  - Forums
- Google Docs (Not preferred)

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