EREBUS CALIBARR; stallion; Warlord

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[bg=000000][atrb=width,470,true][atrb=border,0,true] Character Name: Erebus Calibarr Pronounced: Heir - eh - bus Cahl-ih-barr Gender: Stallion Age: 3 Rank: Warlord Appearance: Blood bay pelt, mane and tail, with well defined muscles through out his chassis. Ebon muzzle fading slightly upward into dark mahogany eyes. He has a single white sock on his right foreleg. His chiseled and slightly lighter body made rearing and bucking as a defense his specialty, thus leading to the exceptionally thick muscles in his chest and hindquarters. Along those same lines, fore legs are also powerful because they were his main weapon for attack in battle. As with all war horses he has a strong jawbone and powerful neck. He lacks the larger build and a heavier muscled body in comparison to the other war horses, thus his breeding strengthened his intelligence and agility versus strength and endurance. Standing at 17 hands even, it has enabled his attacks and defense, but has led to many scars on his underbelly and lower torso. Half of his right ear is missing after being ripped off by a spear head; it hinders his hearing slightly, but makes him all the more attentive. Personality: The impression which Erebus Calibarr leaves after first encounters is often not in his favor. More often than not, he is wrongly labeled by equines who have taken an immediate disliking towards him; their disgust causing them to recognize him as the conceited asshole that’s too unstable and self-absorbed to function normally. Then again, what war horse has ever been born normal? A more accurate and less bias assessment would be that he is confident, and justifiably so considering his breeding, and that he is desensitized to what a normal horse should react to; emotions, pain and general stimulation. Other off-hand assessments would be his superior attitude, satirical tone, blatant inconsideration and a persistent expression of hostility. A more thorough exam finds evidence of all of these characteristics as well as the common attributes of all Warlords; overly aggressive, the willingness to fight and the unnatural desire to dominate all of Cappadocia. There are also a few other newly discovered traits that are not so desirable. Although not so unashamedly careless that Erebus could be considered a moron, he can be moderately ridiculous when it comes to getting what he wants and the results he desires. He is as far from selfless as can be imagined, and is believed to protect and remain loyal to his herd just to keep others from accessing and molesting his ‘treasure’; his mares and their offspring. His genetic manipulation cannot deprive him of the instinct which drives his herding instinct, and certainly cannot override his possessiveness over those he has claimed and produced. However, as is common with most Warlords, he will deceive his followers to get what he wants; their affection, admiration and even sex. On that note, Erebus was not as avidly used as a stud horse as many of the older War horses, which has ironically caused him to crave the interaction. Breeding with mares is usually in the form of rape, but he will only breeds the more top notch War mares; rapes of captives or peasant-like mares will result in the death of their offspring, as is the same fate for weak or warped foals born from more prestigious females. Unlike most Warlords, Erebus and his twin brother Eikki were bred more for intelligence than strength. While is physical stature was not so depleted that he could not compete with the more brawnier stallions, the intelligence which was bred into him, his quick thinking and fast learning capability enabled him an upper hand that few others possessed. If not for being deadly adversaries, he and his brother would make a good team but their brother rivalry separates them further than anyone else. His tolerance of other stallions goes no farther than his offspring who have grown, while those who are Warriors of his herd will be mostly ignored through out their duties. Erebus thinks negatively about everything and therefore thinks the worst; his results always better than what he plans, though. A bit more on the sadistic side in comparison to his brother, Erebus had no problem killing his own kind in the war or deserting his rider to come back here for that matter. Occasionally he comes off as intimate and even quite placid and reserved, but his breeding has made him easily offended and relentlessly accusational. Even for those who have endured Erebus for many years and consider themselves to be beyond the label of ‘acquaintances’, they could make no better a claim than if they had just met him. Rp Sample: He peered from behind nothing, crimson forelock being the only hindrance of his gaze. He allowed his rich, blood-like cadaver to be unbearably obvious within the barren land; another blemish to an already imperfect portrait. Devilish gaze was stapled to the body that was his brother, watching with meek interest as he wandered the lake’s borders. Erebus himself slowly skirted the water as if it were poison, never letting his hooves to stray into the cold liquid. Attention briefly flickered to the small particles of ice slicing the waters exterior, the first signs of winter’s firm hold. It would not freeze over because of the salt, and so its crystalline surface would allow nomads to look into its depths and see the randomly discarded bodies of horses and their riders. Erebus looked down at them with some criticism but very little remorse; their expressions touching him like satin, while others they would claw with envy. Grimace lathered scabbed lips as he broke through a cluster of bones, bare and dry and destined to be gone by the time spring came around. The sound announced his presence but he was not sneaking; no, this was all part of the plan. The plan could not be even thought of by Erebus for fear that someone may read his mind, and then all would go to hell and the brute would be corrupted. His plot would thicken with this simple embrace of same blood; the feuding of brothers who had no love for one another, only the lust for one another’s throats. Perhaps his presence would be a surprise to Eikki since Erebus was usually late when predestined times were given. He just took his time, refused to be in a hurry to meet anyone; his brother was no exception. No matter. Fore pillars were lifted high in step and hit the ground in challenge. Auds brushed his crown before mixing with his tresses, incisors snapping to imitate the crushing of bone. Not long after the display, Erebus was upon Eikki and was positioned at his brother’s face. Lacking the desire to reveal his techniques to any spectators, the Warlord raised himself onto hindquarters in the cliché mustang fashion; fore appendages extended like spears, muscles tensing into steal all along his limbs and chest as he prepared for the caress of his brothers own hooves and legs. Let’s begin. There was a peculiar secret in Erebus’ tone, his voice strong and loud as he screamed his words. Other: Sire: Unknown Calibarr(alive) Dam: Havelock (deceased) Siblings: Eikki Calibarr (twin)

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Accepted.