Kuroi Karasu

[SABBATH FOX]

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[atrb=background,http://i1096.photobucket.com/albums/g324/blackveilbrides_fox/karasumiddle.jpg] Name: Kuroi Karasu Age: 4 Breed: Fresian Gender: Stallion Abilities: Heightened Physical Attributes Pelt Color: Black Locks color: Black Eye Color: Black Markings: None Overall Description: Karasu is a large, black stallion. He stands at 17.2 hands, taller than your average freisian. He's a massive brute, with massive muscles. He does have a few tan points on his hide, but they are mostly in areas where it is common for horses to have lighter colouring. Karasu has a large, very masculine crania, with pointed harks, and a pointed muzzle. Hidden underneath his maw are sharp teeth, sharper than most equines. His eyes are black, and they seem to be a never ending abyss. They are almost always empty, never showing any form of emotion, be it sadness, pleasure, or anger. His eyes are seemingly dead. His neck is long, and almost always arched beautifully as it slopes gently to his withers, which dip, though not to much, into his curved back. His back then seems to melt into is hindquarters, which are large and round, sculpted with beautiful muscles. His fore legs are long and hard with muscles. His hooves are tan, though they are covered with his onyx feathering. His hind legs, too, are long and well muscled. His hooves here are also tan, but still, they are covered by his black feathering. Karasu's mane is long, stretching to his perfectly rounded chest, despite the heavy waves. It is thick, and his forelock falls to his muzzle, usually covering his left eye since his forelock falls on the left, like his mane. His banner, as well, is long, and gently brushes the ground. It is thick, and layered with waves. The deep black of his tassels seem to give him a more menacing look. History: Karasu was what many would refer to as evil from the start. During pregnancy, his mother had many difficulties and pains, carrying the colt. Birth, was even harder, since Karasu was much larger than most foals. Despite his pure blood, he was still .2 hands taller than the average freisian. During his first year, Karasu proved to be a stallion of dark entity. He would taunt the other foals, and even the mares. There were some occasions where he'd even go to the length of pestering his father. He was a massive trouble maker, always causing trouble for anyone, just so he could have a laugh. During his second year, Karasu was banished from his herd. He'd brutally raped and beaten two fillies of the herd, and his father had had far enough. When his father sent him away, he moved the herd to a different territory, so the fillies could feel at ease. Plus, if Karasu was anything like his great grandfather, like he'd so far proven to be, he would come back and cause terror in the herds until one by one, they all died from fear, stress, or suicide. Karasu's third year was a blood filled one. While he traveled alone, he found many ways to ease his hormones. Lone mares were an easy target, and he'd rape any mare roaming alone. It was during this year he impregnated seven lone mares. Each of them bore his child. Five born were fillies. Two were colts. Karasu never stuck around, however. He only stayed long enough to watch his seedlings be born. Then, he'd vanish. It was during this year he fell in love with an already claimed mare named Risin. Often times, she'd sneak off to see Karasu. She was the one mare he never raped. Instead, she allowed him to take her willingly, and bore him a foal. A handsome young colt. However, Risin's leader knew the foal that she bore was not his, and set out to find the one who had tainted his mare. When he found Karasu, he never walked away from the spot in which he chose to fight the stag. However, during the time that Karasu was fighting this stallion, another came and stole Risin and his colt away. This brute had been the brother of her previous leader, and now he wanted Karasu to suffer. And he did just that. It took Karasu many bloody battles and murders to get the information from others who'd known Risin and her leaders. When he found her, however, there was nothing he could do. She'd been killed, and the colt, whom would have been a year by now, was no where to be found. Karasu's fourth year was rather simple. Though he mourned over his first and only love's death, he held on to the hope that his colt may be alive. Over the course of three months, many rumors spread about a stag, secret as the eagle, dark as night that stalked the lands, but never once did anything to harm anyone, though he still struck fear into the hearts of everyone. This rumor interested Karasu, and he decided to follow the sources of the rumor. Another two months passed, and the rumor now stated that a half-breed mare now traveled with this brute. The rumors that claimed she was his love laid to rest when this young stag committed his first murder for the mare, bellowing out his threat of any brute to lay eyes on his sister. It was only another month before everyone knew that this femmora was just as sinister as the beast who was her father. In only five months, everyone knew that this two were the seeds of Kuroi Karasu. Now, the rumors have lead him to these lands of Deadimonium. It is here, his search will end. Personality: Karasu has been described as many things. Heartless. Sadistic. Merciless. A devil inside the body of an equine. However, he does nothing to deny these claims, for he is heartless. He cares for no one but the one mare that was killed so many years ago and his colt, whom he has searched five months for. He has a twisted sense of humor. The taste, smell, and feel of blood appeals to him in an almost sexual pleasure. He will shudder in delight as the sound of snapping bones, and will grin in a mocking pleasure as he delivers the killing blow. Karasu has never been one to show mercy. He will rape, beat, and abuse any mare until she bears him his foal, and torture then kill any brute that dares lie in his path. He isn't one to joke around with, as he is always serious. Nothing ever entered his seemingly dead twin pools. No emotion. Nothing. Mockery is always a dead smile across his maw. That is all. He has a menacing aura about him, and he will crush anyone that gets in his way. He is careless, ruthless, and a cold-blooded murderer.