Post by A z z y on Mar 3, 2018 9:40:02 GMT -7
Name: Virunas Von Draska
Breed: Vladmir Draft x Percheron x Shire x Clydesdale x Belgian Draft x Paint Horse x Lipizzaner x Nonius x Suffolk Punch x Ardennes x Kabarda x Orlov Trotter x Tersk x Rocky Mountain x Morgan
Age: 24
Personality: Imposing is the first word that comes to mind when the great Virunas Von Draska emerges. He is a towering beast, one that commands attention by just a simple look. He is ruthless, something that instils fear within the hearts of both his enemies and his allies. Virunas does not take no for an answer - he is bull headed, and intelligently fierce with it, always able to see the bigger picture, the end game. He is tactful, he knows the ins and outs of war, he will pick you apart to find your weakness and use it as strings to control you. Brutality is second nature to him, he does not shy away from a battle or bloodshed, he was built for that purpose alone. Other emotions are foreign to the mutt, but at the same time, he can carry himself with the pride and prowess of a monarch - he knows what he's made of and he knows how to use it. Virunas can play the gentleman, the nobleman. He can woo and he can romance any woman he chooses - he is charming, dangerously handsome and more worryingly, he knows it. He is a many faced god, at least in his own mind, he can play the role that is needed of him and he can play it exceedingly well. Virunas is dedicated, he will see any task through at whatever cost, providing it ends in his own benefit. He believes in justice and exacting it as required, by whatever means necessary.
History: He was born beneath a full moon in the bleak midwinter, his dam died in birth and he never knew his sire, yet he took his last name. He was bred for war and for war alone by the Soviets, and him being born through destruction placed him good stead for the future they had planned. He was hand reared, already a large colt at such a young age he became unruly and dangerous, regularly defying any commands the humans gave him. They pumped him full of food laced with toxins and chemicals they thought may enhance his performance, fuelling a fire that was already out of control. Of course, the chemicals had no affect on him, simply made him more unhinged. Due to his size, Virunas was turned to pasture for a few years, allowing his bulk and brawn to increase until he became of age. The methods were harsh, they beat him, cut him, electrified him...acid was poured on him, chains bound to his fetlocks as they took his youthful exuberance and replaced it with cold, callous indifference. He took the beatings, eventually his skin no longer twitched as the blows landed. He was violent to his handlers, to those who beat him, to the others he was stabled with. whilst the other horses had stables he had a cell.
Virunas became the favourite of the commanding officer, a large burly man that commanded him with iron in his mouth and blades at his heels. Yet, the beast held a certain respect for the man that controlled him. he was clever, deviant, and although his aids were harsh, the training was top of the range. Virunas felt nothing, he knew his job and he executed it perfectly. On the battlefield, he was more machine than horse. Humans, horses, dogs...the beast was unstoppable. He cleared the way for the battalion, cutting anything down that stood in his way, tearing apart those that stood in his way. He ventured into war for several years, remaining loyal to the man upon his back until one day, he was shot dead. Virunas knew then what fear meant and he bolted, through the battlefield, far away from the bombs and the chemicals, the corpse of his rider still attached to his tack. Over time, the tack degraded, the body slipped down his side and he was free from the confines of his upbringing. It took him months to adjust, finding his feet within the wilderness, some nights he would await for the soldiers to come and find their monster they had created - but they never came. Virunas grew bitter - more so than he had been before.
Within a year, he had gathered up stragglers from the war, as well as wild horses that had never known the cold hands of man. He took their command and he ruled them with the same vehement iron fist that he had been bought up with. He claimed mares, raped them, disposed of them and repeated. His harem grew, drawing the women in with his charm, the younger stallions were trained as warriors, protecting their mogul from any opposing bands. The cycle continued, until one night where the woman he had claimed as his queen turned on him, snatching a sharpened stick from a near by conifer and impaling it into his throat. Virunas had laughed as the blood dribbled from his mouth, he had laughed as he ripped her limb from limb, destroying everything she was before finally death took him, ending his mortal tyrannous reign.
Cause of death: Murdered by his queen
Important Life Events:
-trained for battle
-killed many in "the line of duty"
-beat and mutilated other horses if they did not fall into line, as he had been beaten and mutilated
-raped many mares whilst in the wild
-murdered and mutilated his queen
Going to Utopia or The Underworld?: underworld
Why do they deserve it?: There isn't a good bone in his body. He would happily throw anyone under the bus if it saves himself and hes not afraid to cut anyone out of his life. He doesn't take well to being ordered around and enjoys watching other's suffer..
Breed: Vladmir Draft x Percheron x Shire x Clydesdale x Belgian Draft x Paint Horse x Lipizzaner x Nonius x Suffolk Punch x Ardennes x Kabarda x Orlov Trotter x Tersk x Rocky Mountain x Morgan
Age: 24
Personality: Imposing is the first word that comes to mind when the great Virunas Von Draska emerges. He is a towering beast, one that commands attention by just a simple look. He is ruthless, something that instils fear within the hearts of both his enemies and his allies. Virunas does not take no for an answer - he is bull headed, and intelligently fierce with it, always able to see the bigger picture, the end game. He is tactful, he knows the ins and outs of war, he will pick you apart to find your weakness and use it as strings to control you. Brutality is second nature to him, he does not shy away from a battle or bloodshed, he was built for that purpose alone. Other emotions are foreign to the mutt, but at the same time, he can carry himself with the pride and prowess of a monarch - he knows what he's made of and he knows how to use it. Virunas can play the gentleman, the nobleman. He can woo and he can romance any woman he chooses - he is charming, dangerously handsome and more worryingly, he knows it. He is a many faced god, at least in his own mind, he can play the role that is needed of him and he can play it exceedingly well. Virunas is dedicated, he will see any task through at whatever cost, providing it ends in his own benefit. He believes in justice and exacting it as required, by whatever means necessary.
History: He was born beneath a full moon in the bleak midwinter, his dam died in birth and he never knew his sire, yet he took his last name. He was bred for war and for war alone by the Soviets, and him being born through destruction placed him good stead for the future they had planned. He was hand reared, already a large colt at such a young age he became unruly and dangerous, regularly defying any commands the humans gave him. They pumped him full of food laced with toxins and chemicals they thought may enhance his performance, fuelling a fire that was already out of control. Of course, the chemicals had no affect on him, simply made him more unhinged. Due to his size, Virunas was turned to pasture for a few years, allowing his bulk and brawn to increase until he became of age. The methods were harsh, they beat him, cut him, electrified him...acid was poured on him, chains bound to his fetlocks as they took his youthful exuberance and replaced it with cold, callous indifference. He took the beatings, eventually his skin no longer twitched as the blows landed. He was violent to his handlers, to those who beat him, to the others he was stabled with. whilst the other horses had stables he had a cell.
Virunas became the favourite of the commanding officer, a large burly man that commanded him with iron in his mouth and blades at his heels. Yet, the beast held a certain respect for the man that controlled him. he was clever, deviant, and although his aids were harsh, the training was top of the range. Virunas felt nothing, he knew his job and he executed it perfectly. On the battlefield, he was more machine than horse. Humans, horses, dogs...the beast was unstoppable. He cleared the way for the battalion, cutting anything down that stood in his way, tearing apart those that stood in his way. He ventured into war for several years, remaining loyal to the man upon his back until one day, he was shot dead. Virunas knew then what fear meant and he bolted, through the battlefield, far away from the bombs and the chemicals, the corpse of his rider still attached to his tack. Over time, the tack degraded, the body slipped down his side and he was free from the confines of his upbringing. It took him months to adjust, finding his feet within the wilderness, some nights he would await for the soldiers to come and find their monster they had created - but they never came. Virunas grew bitter - more so than he had been before.
Within a year, he had gathered up stragglers from the war, as well as wild horses that had never known the cold hands of man. He took their command and he ruled them with the same vehement iron fist that he had been bought up with. He claimed mares, raped them, disposed of them and repeated. His harem grew, drawing the women in with his charm, the younger stallions were trained as warriors, protecting their mogul from any opposing bands. The cycle continued, until one night where the woman he had claimed as his queen turned on him, snatching a sharpened stick from a near by conifer and impaling it into his throat. Virunas had laughed as the blood dribbled from his mouth, he had laughed as he ripped her limb from limb, destroying everything she was before finally death took him, ending his mortal tyrannous reign.
Cause of death: Murdered by his queen
Important Life Events:
-trained for battle
-killed many in "the line of duty"
-beat and mutilated other horses if they did not fall into line, as he had been beaten and mutilated
-raped many mares whilst in the wild
-murdered and mutilated his queen
Going to Utopia or The Underworld?: underworld
Why do they deserve it?: There isn't a good bone in his body. He would happily throw anyone under the bus if it saves himself and hes not afraid to cut anyone out of his life. He doesn't take well to being ordered around and enjoys watching other's suffer..