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Description
REF UPDATE 10/30/2022

Society: UPFA Pit Fighting
Initiation Image: 5298 Phlegethon | UPFA Initiation
Rank: Boxer
Items: Studded Shoes, x2 Bloodlust, Horn Goads, Armor (Bracers)
Attack Strength: 25

ID 5298
Name: Phlegethon (Flaming River of the Underworld )
Barn Name/Nickname: Phlegethon
Sex: Stallion
Breed/type: EquusBallator - Mountain Type
Age: 5 Years
Height: 18 hh
Discipline: Undecided
Genotype: Ee aa nLp(Patn2) CalCal nHs - Black spotted blanket appaloosa calva with birdcatcher spots and hornstripe

Personality/History: Having acquired a strange mix of his parents personalities, Phlegethon is almost always strangely calm, though his eyes reveal a darkness within him, and most cannot bare to stare into them. Born of Hannibal's most devout, he has shown great admiration for him even as a weak foal. Perhaps it has roots in how much his parents resemble this Lowlord, or just simply a thirst for powers stemming through generations. When he was but a stumbling mess for legs, he remembered being taken from his mother almost immediately, like all his siblings before him. He never forgot her though: The hellish glow, his first breath of sulfur and smoke as he broke into this world, and the distinguishable roars of the beast she was. It was home to him. Foals are supposed to be innocent, but Phlegethon challenged this as he seemed to be born from the inferno itself. Surrogates were given and taken from him as he used his teeth to rip their teats from them, and would often be found with blood and milk running from his lips while the mares were taken to vets. He was switched to bottles, but handlers got torn all the same, one unfortunate soul lost his index finger before a wire holder was purchased. A lock had to be placed on it to keep the bottle in and to keep it mounted to the fence, as Phlegethon would tear at it like he would the others before.

As he grew old enough to be weened, his violent outbursts got less and less, but highly unpredictable. He's never been able to have stall friends, or pasture friends, so he minded his own business and slowly worked his way around his pasture without incident. That was until a rotation changed in the pasture beside his and a hooting stallion challenged him. The handlers didn't fret too much at first as he seemed to ignore the older stallion, but faster than anyone could react he lunged across the field and grabbed the stunned stallion by the face and pulled him into the fence before tearing off a chunk of his nose off and standing patiently as he watch the stallion scramble to get up, only getting more tangled in the fence before handlers came to free him. The stallion was fine, but Phlegethon was quickly moved to an isolated pasture during his grazing rotations from then on.

Phlegethon spent most of his days either muzzled or alone under a watchful handler, never very vocal or troublesome unless provoked. We he was old enough, they tested him around mares again to see how he handled in a breeding pair. The answer was not well. He was at first curious and well behaved, but the moment the mare nipped at him he pulled out a large chunk of her shoulder mane, which is now a long, thick scar which no longer grows back. So breeding him is HIGHLY discouraged, as he will most likely harm or kill the mare, and artificial insemination is encouraged instead, though also not favorable. There is worry that his violent and unpredictable tendencies will be present in any of his offspring, as it so often has in Maria's own children.

Very calm and calculating, Phlegethon is well aware of his roots and very mush ready to attack any who dare to insult him in any way. Fully grown now, he is an intimidating shadow of his mother and father without a doubt. Inheriting a thick draft-build, Phlegethon towers over most other ballators in the stable, and his unpredictable behavior has ruined any future outside of UPFA. He is not to ever be ridden, not even by experienced handlers, as he has broken two legs of separate riders: One by grabbing it with his mouth and tearing them off of him and the other by laying down and rolling onto them before getting up again. He has also kicked many other handlers, and will use his horns to throw you away from him if he has to.

When he speaks, his voice is a deep, almost whisper, or a booming roar, often said to make even the trees themselves shudder in his presence. His eyes look like a two fiery pits that hypnotize any who stare into them too long, but also terrify, as it feels like you will fall into the pit of the damned if you do not look away. His gaze is both hollow and fully there, but dark and foreboding, as if he marked you as a reaper does, calculating your expiration date.

(764 Words) +3 Stats

Quirks:
Voice Actor: James Spader as Ultron
Will not eat meat unless he has hunted it himself. He has often thrown or left dinners to rot in his stall.
Like his mother, he has a love for flowers. It is simple, mostly just stopping to smell them when he can. His favorites are lillies.

Bloodline:
------------------------------------------ SSS: Unknown
----------------- SS: 757 Quis iudex
------------------------------------------ SSD: Unknown
Sire: 752 Corvus Umbram
------------------------------------------ SDS: 3445 Aurea et Ventus
----------------- SD: 1125 Solani
------------------------------------------ SDD: 4019 Flumins Canticum

------------------------------------------ DSS: Unknown
----------------- DS: Unknown
------------------------------------------ DSD: Unknown
Dam: 319 Sanguineum Maria
------------------------------------------ DDS: Unknown
----------------- DD: Unknown
----------------------------------------- DDD: Unknown

Slots: CLOSED (I want to build him as a character more! Thank you!)
Username | Status | Mate | Resulting Foal
1. halloweendonkey | PS | Unknown | Unknown - Let me know if you want this, I wasn't sure <3
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5298 Phlegethon Stat Tracker

Stats:

Gaits: 42

Dressage: 42

Jumping: 41

Intelligence: 175

Stamina: 151

Speed: 150

Strength: 210

Experience: 0

Attack Strength: 25

Total: 836 ELITE

Accepted Foal Design

Description
REF UPDATE 10/30/2022

Society: UPFA Pit Fighting
Initiation Image: 5298 Phlegethon | UPFA Initiation
Rank: Boxer
Items: Studded Shoes, x2 Bloodlust, Horn Goads, Armor (Bracers)
Attack Strength: 25

ID 5298
Name: Phlegethon (Flaming River of the Underworld )
Barn Name/Nickname: Phlegethon
Sex: Stallion
Breed/type: EquusBallator - Mountain Type
Age: 5 Years
Height: 18 hh
Discipline: Undecided
Genotype: Ee aa nLp(Patn2) CalCal nHs - Black spotted blanket appaloosa calva with birdcatcher spots and hornstripe

Personality/History: Having acquired a strange mix of his parents personalities, Phlegethon is almost always strangely calm, though his eyes reveal a darkness within him, and most cannot bare to stare into them. Born of Hannibal's most devout, he has shown great admiration for him even as a weak foal. Perhaps it has roots in how much his parents resemble this Lowlord, or just simply a thirst for powers stemming through generations. When he was but a stumbling mess for legs, he remembered being taken from his mother almost immediately, like all his siblings before him. He never forgot her though: The hellish glow, his first breath of sulfur and smoke as he broke into this world, and the distinguishable roars of the beast she was. It was home to him. Foals are supposed to be innocent, but Phlegethon challenged this as he seemed to be born from the inferno itself. Surrogates were given and taken from him as he used his teeth to rip their teats from them, and would often be found with blood and milk running from his lips while the mares were taken to vets. He was switched to bottles, but handlers got torn all the same, one unfortunate soul lost his index finger before a wire holder was purchased. A lock had to be placed on it to keep the bottle in and to keep it mounted to the fence, as Phlegethon would tear at it like he would the others before.

As he grew old enough to be weened, his violent outbursts got less and less, but highly unpredictable. He's never been able to have stall friends, or pasture friends, so he minded his own business and slowly worked his way around his pasture without incident. That was until a rotation changed in the pasture beside his and a hooting stallion challenged him. The handlers didn't fret too much at first as he seemed to ignore the older stallion, but faster than anyone could react he lunged across the field and grabbed the stunned stallion by the face and pulled him into the fence before tearing off a chunk of his nose off and standing patiently as he watch the stallion scramble to get up, only getting more tangled in the fence before handlers came to free him. The stallion was fine, but Phlegethon was quickly moved to an isolated pasture during his grazing rotations from then on.

Phlegethon spent most of his days either muzzled or alone under a watchful handler, never very vocal or troublesome unless provoked. We he was old enough, they tested him around mares again to see how he handled in a breeding pair. The answer was not well. He was at first curious and well behaved, but the moment the mare nipped at him he pulled out a large chunk of her shoulder mane, which is now a long, thick scar which no longer grows back. So breeding him is HIGHLY discouraged, as he will most likely harm or kill the mare, and artificial insemination is encouraged instead, though also not favorable. There is worry that his violent and unpredictable tendencies will be present in any of his offspring, as it so often has in Maria's own children.

Very calm and calculating, Phlegethon is well aware of his roots and very mush ready to attack any who dare to insult him in any way. Fully grown now, he is an intimidating shadow of his mother and father without a doubt. Inheriting a thick draft-build, Phlegethon towers over most other ballators in the stable, and his unpredictable behavior has ruined any future outside of UPFA. He is not to ever be ridden, not even by experienced handlers, as he has broken two legs of separate riders: One by grabbing it with his mouth and tearing them off of him and the other by laying down and rolling onto them before getting up again. He has also kicked many other handlers, and will use his horns to throw you away from him if he has to.

When he speaks, his voice is a deep, almost whisper, or a booming roar, often said to make even the trees themselves shudder in his presence. His eyes look like a two fiery pits that hypnotize any who stare into them too long, but also terrify, as it feels like you will fall into the pit of the damned if you do not look away. His gaze is both hollow and fully there, but dark and foreboding, as if he marked you as a reaper does, calculating your expiration date.

(764 Words) +3 Stats

Quirks:
Voice Actor: James Spader as Ultron
Will not eat meat unless he has hunted it himself. He has often thrown or left dinners to rot in his stall.
Like his mother, he has a love for flowers. It is simple, mostly just stopping to smell them when he can. His favorites are lillies.

Bloodline:
------------------------------------------ SSS: Unknown
----------------- SS: 757 Quis iudex
------------------------------------------ SSD: Unknown
Sire: 752 Corvus Umbram
------------------------------------------ SDS: 3445 Aurea et Ventus
----------------- SD: 1125 Solani
------------------------------------------ SDD: 4019 Flumins Canticum

------------------------------------------ DSS: Unknown
----------------- DS: Unknown
------------------------------------------ DSD: Unknown
Dam: 319 Sanguineum Maria
------------------------------------------ DDS: Unknown
----------------- DD: Unknown
----------------------------------------- DDD: Unknown

Slots: CLOSED (I want to build him as a character more! Thank you!)
Username | Status | Mate | Resulting Foal
1. halloweendonkey | PS | Unknown | Unknown - Let me know if you want this, I wasn't sure <3
2.
3.
4.
5.
6.
7.
8.
9.
10.

5298 Phlegethon Stat Tracker

Stats:

Gaits: 42

Dressage: 42

Jumping: 41

Intelligence: 175

Stamina: 151

Speed: 150

Strength: 210

Experience: 0

Attack Strength: 25

Total: 836 ELITE

Accepted Foal Design