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Creed

Name: Creed
Nickname: None
Age: 24
Gender: Stallion / Male
Orientation: Pansexual
Breed(s): Shows plausibly heavy traits of Akhel and Thoroughbred. However unknown.
Height: 17 hh

Faction: Olde
Rank: Defender Mage / Guard

Personality

-TEMPERAMENTAL-
Tends to have bad flares of aggression and prefers to be alone, but is conflicted with a need of security in the herd. Does not show sadness, fear or his weaknesses, turn them into violence.

-SERIOUS-
Not often a happy character, Takes his jobs as very important, gets them done quick and easy. Allows him to keep to himself or work on the next task. Doesn't really understand the concept of play (goes under un-socialized also).

-UN-SOCIALIZED-
Not a keen talker which makes him better in expressing actions, keeps his emotions locked away and doesn't seem bothered by this fact, may come of as rude or ignores you and hasn't had an intent to change it.

-OBSESSIVE-
Things linger, and things sting. He can't let go of how someone may treat him, so treat him bad, your not gonna get into his little ring of trust so easily. Avoids other horses many times, he may seem obsessive over his duties, but in truth he's avoiding contact, but to those who can break into his shell, he may turn clingy or protective over.

-CONCEITED-
Frets over himself quite a bit, and usually gets pissed if you crack a joke at him or at his expense.

-EXTROVERT-
Keeps to hands on character, will jump into a fight if required, follows orders but will take charge if none are present. Weighs the needs of others before his own.

-SECRETIVE/BROKEN-
Either vaguely remembers or not at all about his past. Once in a while he may recall a vision, which leaves him confused and loathing. Even though he's happier in olde...he keeps his own emotions to himself, hides them and they conflict until they may boil over, whilst Hue also tends to avoid letting others know his whereabouts or hobbies.

-FREE/ FERVENT-
He is free, even though he doesn't remember part of his abused past, there is a sense of freedom deep within, with the legends of unicorns newly discovered, enchanting the young stallion. He has become imaginative, and therefor sometimes express this, though some may not know why, he finds ways to create paints and artworks, it keeps his mind busy or focused.

History

He was not always known as this name. For some time he was at one point called Hazel.

Birth: Before Hazel was born, Kanavie was his mother, originally living as a loner, just out of reach from the other herds on eastern isle. Though no one knows Hazel's sire, being pregnant strained and tired the mare drastically proving fatal for her solitary life style. She ended being captured by a rogue stallion, forced to live in his measly group with 2 other mares, made to be trophies; he was considered a nuecense by others, legendary for sneaking mares away and getting his way with them, to only have them return and bare foals of Creeds lineage. Creed was a cruel, strong, smart creature, when he first stumbled upon Kanavie, she was trapped heavily weighed down by her pregnancy, the excessive time it took to stay solitary, the stallion offered her protection, or more he made her submissive. Knowing she would conceive, his intentions were to keep the foal as his new brood mare, as long as it was a filly. If it was a colt, he threatened he would kill it.
However when the time came, Kanavie gave birth late into the night, the moon shining high and brilliant, gold and orange like the sun (once called the Indian summer solstice during the age of man), its coat glowed like fire under the full moons gaze. Hazel's mother could see past the colts dark red pelt, when he opened his eyes reflecting light off the night sky, sorrow filled her, she did not want to see her son murdered, wanting him to grow strong and proud, with a name to reflect those attributes, but his silver/grey eyes changed her mind, she knew Hazel would be better suited. Creed encrouched onto her privacy soon after, splitting the blissful bond mother and child shared; it took the rogue stallion a moment to recollect the small fidgeting body before him, almost to mistake it as nothing so beautiful before his eyes couldn't possibly be male. Anger, confusion, envy filled his being, nasty black hearted thoughts stopped Creed from killing Kanavie's son, he could turn this to his own favor... after all such an eye catching blood red, why kill such a treasure, it would be his little puppet. Before speaking the name Creed would call the colt, Kanavie intervened with vigor stating he would be called what she deemed worthy, this caused the stallion to lash out, beating the new mother for her insolence towards him even though he let the colt keep the name. From there he kept a close eye in the shadows as she was forced to care for Hazel and her new wounds.

Foal Years 1-8: Believing Hazel to be descended from unicorn blood, Creed let Hazel's mother care for him until he was 5, enough time to keep the colt healthy and alive, during the age of 2 his mother was already pregnant again with Creeds offspring. Becoming troublesome and defiant, constantly torn away from his mother, knowing little of her love and care, constantly beaten or nipped if he did not follow Creeds rules and then forced to keep himself cleaned and groomed. Creed never told the colt about unicorn legends, nor did his mother, Hazel had no clue about them at all.

Foal Years 8-12: During his small life, living with the small group he would sometimes sneak away from Creed, despite any punishment that would come after, once in a while he would see other loners, but he would not see them for long, usually glimpses of their presence as they turned skittish and disappear. One point he ran into other foals eager to meet someone his age, unknowing they were from the Bachelor herd, he would sneak away as often as he could from Creed, which was hard. His disappearances becoming more and more frequent, this alerted the older stallion, following Hazel's destination, Creed's prize had been secretly stowing away to meet others, and so close to the Bachelors, this enraged the stallion, just as it couldn't get any worse, those foals were leading precious Hazel strait into the herd, the older horse would have no such treachery! He intercepted the group, causing such a scene now alerting the Bachelors, all other foals ran running in terror, as Creed lashed outward, his beautiful puppet would betray his love and care like this, tearing into his mind as he chased the foal back to his mother, Hazel ran, ran to the only safety he knew, but once again Creed blocked his path, quickly apprehended from his actions, Creed stood before the dark chestnut prize, furious the colt felt like a prisoner from then on, he tore the two apart exacting punishment upon the dark red colt. Tearing and splitting Hazels hooves, something to teach the boy a lesson, while knowing the young horse wouldn't cross him again and to not cause disability. And he kept this up several times after the inncodent, another lesson he would also show his 'mares' what happens when they cross the stallion, resulting in Hazel's hooves to always grow cloved.

Teen years 15: Hazel started to feel destroyed, hallow, non existent to the same fiery personality he was once born with, forced to act like a servant to a diabolical monster, constantly on the move to avoid the Bachelor's. But Creed was aging, and started to slip, and it would cost him everything he prided in. Hazel's broken spirit did not stay that way for long, watching, learning from Creeds daily rounds. No longer the a small helpless foal, his body started to mature, many of his old scars to almost disappear, and Hazel began to hone those abilities.

Seasons turned to Fall, Hazel's mother and other mares hiding in tall grass, Hazel had to stay near Creed's side, dangerously close to the Bachelor's, this was his defining moment. Slipping away Hazel lured the other herds stallions to them. They raided and rounded up the lone mares and foals; when Creed came to realization his work had been scrounged upon, his fury chased the one chestnut horse that he believed his blessing. Hazel fear made him run, but the large stallion was still faster, the twisted male wanted him dead. Or so Hazel thought, forced to stop as Creed pinned his treasure down spitting the boy's nicknames with crude intentions , it sickened Hazel in all ways he knew possible, struggling to be released. The fight drawing attention, unwanted by Creed, pissed Bachelor's charged after him, allowing Hazel to escape only for a short time, Creed hot on his trail, not seeing the cliff with eyes rolled back and a beast breathing onto his flank. Both horses neared, breaching the edge and fell. Falling into an abyssal blue sea, impact of crashing waters engulfed them, the force of trauma caused Hazel to loose his memory.
Amnesia sunk deep into his mind, forgetting his mother, sister, the sparse visits of other horses, his childhood. And even Creed. What otherwise could have killed him, rather what should have killed him, an unconscious body settling in the shallow beaches of Isle of Olde, his presence washing onto shore interrupting none other than the Olde Herd. Otherwise believed dead, their healers were taken by surprise when Hazel, now an unknown horse whos breath turned to the brink of death, woke, scratches and scars stinging his hide, gasping for oxygen. His head and heart pounding, tired, confused, his first action fighting to stand and defend himself, only collapsing again and again. Finally one stood out to ask the dark red stallions name, did he stop his fidgeting to look up at them, tickling his intelligence. He could only remember the name Creed, it held a dark tone deep in his throat and down his gut. Before speaking the tip of his tongue, rasping into a fit of coughs from ingested sea water. He spat out this name unable to recognize the link of his past, Creed!.

Years: 16 - Current:
Somehow they saw a spark in the young stallion, some are suspicious in both good and bad to how he survived, but having lost his past life only made Creed work towards the present and future. Creed's spirit carred him to be at his best, discovering, learning the beliefs the Olde Herd shared. Creed managed his time to stay busy, tasking even the small things to see himself stronger, better. He did not want to be useless or considered weak.

Description

moving character
Creed

Name: Creed
Nickname: None
Age: 24
Gender: Stallion / Male
Orientation: Pansexual
Breed(s): Shows plausibly heavy traits of Akhel and Thoroughbred. However unknown.
Height: 17 hh

Faction: Olde
Rank: Defender Mage / Guard

Personality

-TEMPERAMENTAL-
Tends to have bad flares of aggression and prefers to be alone, but is conflicted with a need of security in the herd. Does not show sadness, fear or his weaknesses, turn them into violence.

-SERIOUS-
Not often a happy character, Takes his jobs as very important, gets them done quick and easy. Allows him to keep to himself or work on the next task. Doesn't really understand the concept of play (goes under un-socialized also).

-UN-SOCIALIZED-
Not a keen talker which makes him better in expressing actions, keeps his emotions locked away and doesn't seem bothered by this fact, may come of as rude or ignores you and hasn't had an intent to change it.

-OBSESSIVE-
Things linger, and things sting. He can't let go of how someone may treat him, so treat him bad, your not gonna get into his little ring of trust so easily. Avoids other horses many times, he may seem obsessive over his duties, but in truth he's avoiding contact, but to those who can break into his shell, he may turn clingy or protective over.

-CONCEITED-
Frets over himself quite a bit, and usually gets pissed if you crack a joke at him or at his expense.

-EXTROVERT-
Keeps to hands on character, will jump into a fight if required, follows orders but will take charge if none are present. Weighs the needs of others before his own.

-SECRETIVE/BROKEN-
Either vaguely remembers or not at all about his past. Once in a while he may recall a vision, which leaves him confused and loathing. Even though he's happier in olde...he keeps his own emotions to himself, hides them and they conflict until they may boil over, whilst Hue also tends to avoid letting others know his whereabouts or hobbies.

-FREE/ FERVENT-
He is free, even though he doesn't remember part of his abused past, there is a sense of freedom deep within, with the legends of unicorns newly discovered, enchanting the young stallion. He has become imaginative, and therefor sometimes express this, though some may not know why, he finds ways to create paints and artworks, it keeps his mind busy or focused.

History

He was not always known as this name. For some time he was at one point called Hazel.

Birth: Before Hazel was born, Kanavie was his mother, originally living as a loner, just out of reach from the other herds on eastern isle. Though no one knows Hazel's sire, being pregnant strained and tired the mare drastically proving fatal for her solitary life style. She ended being captured by a rogue stallion, forced to live in his measly group with 2 other mares, made to be trophies; he was considered a nuecense by others, legendary for sneaking mares away and getting his way with them, to only have them return and bare foals of Creeds lineage. Creed was a cruel, strong, smart creature, when he first stumbled upon Kanavie, she was trapped heavily weighed down by her pregnancy, the excessive time it took to stay solitary, the stallion offered her protection, or more he made her submissive. Knowing she would conceive, his intentions were to keep the foal as his new brood mare, as long as it was a filly. If it was a colt, he threatened he would kill it.
However when the time came, Kanavie gave birth late into the night, the moon shining high and brilliant, gold and orange like the sun (once called the Indian summer solstice during the age of man), its coat glowed like fire under the full moons gaze. Hazel's mother could see past the colts dark red pelt, when he opened his eyes reflecting light off the night sky, sorrow filled her, she did not want to see her son murdered, wanting him to grow strong and proud, with a name to reflect those attributes, but his silver/grey eyes changed her mind, she knew Hazel would be better suited. Creed encrouched onto her privacy soon after, splitting the blissful bond mother and child shared; it took the rogue stallion a moment to recollect the small fidgeting body before him, almost to mistake it as nothing so beautiful before his eyes couldn't possibly be male. Anger, confusion, envy filled his being, nasty black hearted thoughts stopped Creed from killing Kanavie's son, he could turn this to his own favor... after all such an eye catching blood red, why kill such a treasure, it would be his little puppet. Before speaking the name Creed would call the colt, Kanavie intervened with vigor stating he would be called what she deemed worthy, this caused the stallion to lash out, beating the new mother for her insolence towards him even though he let the colt keep the name. From there he kept a close eye in the shadows as she was forced to care for Hazel and her new wounds.

Foal Years 1-8: Believing Hazel to be descended from unicorn blood, Creed let Hazel's mother care for him until he was 5, enough time to keep the colt healthy and alive, during the age of 2 his mother was already pregnant again with Creeds offspring. Becoming troublesome and defiant, constantly torn away from his mother, knowing little of her love and care, constantly beaten or nipped if he did not follow Creeds rules and then forced to keep himself cleaned and groomed. Creed never told the colt about unicorn legends, nor did his mother, Hazel had no clue about them at all.

Foal Years 8-12: During his small life, living with the small group he would sometimes sneak away from Creed, despite any punishment that would come after, once in a while he would see other loners, but he would not see them for long, usually glimpses of their presence as they turned skittish and disappear. One point he ran into other foals eager to meet someone his age, unknowing they were from the Bachelor herd, he would sneak away as often as he could from Creed, which was hard. His disappearances becoming more and more frequent, this alerted the older stallion, following Hazel's destination, Creed's prize had been secretly stowing away to meet others, and so close to the Bachelors, this enraged the stallion, just as it couldn't get any worse, those foals were leading precious Hazel strait into the herd, the older horse would have no such treachery! He intercepted the group, causing such a scene now alerting the Bachelors, all other foals ran running in terror, as Creed lashed outward, his beautiful puppet would betray his love and care like this, tearing into his mind as he chased the foal back to his mother, Hazel ran, ran to the only safety he knew, but once again Creed blocked his path, quickly apprehended from his actions, Creed stood before the dark chestnut prize, furious the colt felt like a prisoner from then on, he tore the two apart exacting punishment upon the dark red colt. Tearing and splitting Hazels hooves, something to teach the boy a lesson, while knowing the young horse wouldn't cross him again and to not cause disability. And he kept this up several times after the inncodent, another lesson he would also show his 'mares' what happens when they cross the stallion, resulting in Hazel's hooves to always grow cloved.

Teen years 15: Hazel started to feel destroyed, hallow, non existent to the same fiery personality he was once born with, forced to act like a servant to a diabolical monster, constantly on the move to avoid the Bachelor's. But Creed was aging, and started to slip, and it would cost him everything he prided in. Hazel's broken spirit did not stay that way for long, watching, learning from Creeds daily rounds. No longer the a small helpless foal, his body started to mature, many of his old scars to almost disappear, and Hazel began to hone those abilities.

Seasons turned to Fall, Hazel's mother and other mares hiding in tall grass, Hazel had to stay near Creed's side, dangerously close to the Bachelor's, this was his defining moment. Slipping away Hazel lured the other herds stallions to them. They raided and rounded up the lone mares and foals; when Creed came to realization his work had been scrounged upon, his fury chased the one chestnut horse that he believed his blessing. Hazel fear made him run, but the large stallion was still faster, the twisted male wanted him dead. Or so Hazel thought, forced to stop as Creed pinned his treasure down spitting the boy's nicknames with crude intentions , it sickened Hazel in all ways he knew possible, struggling to be released. The fight drawing attention, unwanted by Creed, pissed Bachelor's charged after him, allowing Hazel to escape only for a short time, Creed hot on his trail, not seeing the cliff with eyes rolled back and a beast breathing onto his flank. Both horses neared, breaching the edge and fell. Falling into an abyssal blue sea, impact of crashing waters engulfed them, the force of trauma caused Hazel to loose his memory.
Amnesia sunk deep into his mind, forgetting his mother, sister, the sparse visits of other horses, his childhood. And even Creed. What otherwise could have killed him, rather what should have killed him, an unconscious body settling in the shallow beaches of Isle of Olde, his presence washing onto shore interrupting none other than the Olde Herd. Otherwise believed dead, their healers were taken by surprise when Hazel, now an unknown horse whos breath turned to the brink of death, woke, scratches and scars stinging his hide, gasping for oxygen. His head and heart pounding, tired, confused, his first action fighting to stand and defend himself, only collapsing again and again. Finally one stood out to ask the dark red stallions name, did he stop his fidgeting to look up at them, tickling his intelligence. He could only remember the name Creed, it held a dark tone deep in his throat and down his gut. Before speaking the tip of his tongue, rasping into a fit of coughs from ingested sea water. He spat out this name unable to recognize the link of his past, Creed!.

Years: 16 - Current:
Somehow they saw a spark in the young stallion, some are suspicious in both good and bad to how he survived, but having lost his past life only made Creed work towards the present and future. Creed's spirit carred him to be at his best, discovering, learning the beliefs the Olde Herd shared. Creed managed his time to stay busy, tasking even the small things to see himself stronger, better. He did not want to be useless or considered weak.