Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2017 7:28:14 GMT -7
Name: Nezhal
Breed: Andalusian x Danish Warmblood
Age: 7 (when he died)
Personality:
Nezhal is snobbish, to say the least; however, he deals with the public and what he considers "common folk" rather well. He is polite, but the politeness can easily be read for alterer motive which is something he is not modest about but would deny it if outright accused. He is a slithery serpent for politics and plays the game a little too well. He knows what people want and will offer it to ensure his power. He plays pleasant and sweet, but even from the get-go, he exudes the vibe not to be trusted. His politeness and vague luring to his intentions leave very little to call him out on.
Nezhal, in his mortal time, was born to a wealthy family and just as his lineage was nefarious for, he craved ultimate power. He prefers strangers to call him "Mr.Helrose" as only close associations may call him by his actual name. If he does not know you and you call him by his true name, he will be quick to correct you with the distaste for your disrespect made glaringly apparent. He will let you know when to call him Nezhal. Nezhal is a megalomaniac and is entirely selfish. He appreciates loyal allies and rewards them in kind; however, often his rewards are backhanded double crossing. You see, he is an opportunist. He flows where the best deal lies and that means making enemies where he once fornicated. He is a hypocrite though. If he is betrayed he never forgets the slights made against him. Never. There is nothing he adores more than a slow cooking scheme for revenge.
Yes, he will burn bridges if push comes to shove, but if it can be avoided he'd rather find a more leveraging position to keep resources intact. Nezhal knows power is not money or titles, but rather the people you collect for your corner and my how he loves to collect; especially pretty things. Nezhal loves a haord of unique and pretty women. He strives to find the most different of the bunch to keep for his own and only dreams of a harem of them. He is highly intelligent, calculative, and cruel. He thrives in sarcasm as it seems it is his only language. His anger is hardly ever witnessed in its full form, but if it is he is a chaotic anger. He lashes out and breaks things. His anger explodes in ephemeral episodes of tearing the world asunder but passes rather quickly. His anger is not only dangerous when ignited, but it often leaves his mind sharper. His moments of genius sprout from his angry outbursts and if he is dedicated to revenge when his "aha" moment springs... he is formidable.
History:
Nezhal was the youngest and sixth brother of his siblings. He was a cherish pup and often garbed in baubles and wares royalty was only known for. His parents gawked over his porcelain beauty and ruggedly handsome balance. He was a prince to fawn over and swoon for. He elicited much jealousy from his oldest sister who thought him weak and irrelevant for he was so far from the crown that it would be impossible for him to ever own it. His parents thought otherwise. They broke the tradition and took the crowning from his sister and named him heir to the throne. Nezhal, being his greedy and arrogant self, he beamed in the loathing born from his sister. Their siblings were smart and refrained from picking sides; too caught up in their snotty lives to worry about big sis and little brother's tantrums. They often watched and made fun of their foolish feuding.
When the time came for Nezhal to ascend his parent's throne he immediately filled their halls with concubines, gold, and other lavish luxuries. He was never seen without a paid maiden upon his arm nor without gaudy trinkets decoration his figure. His sister was disgusted by the blatant disrespect and lack of responsibility that had come with Nezhal gaining his throne. When the time came, big sister decided enough was enough. A couple years passed by without little change to Nezhal's reign. He forged wars and destroyed allies. Their kingdom was on a downward spiral. The people grew with unrest and Nezhal's sister decided the time was right. Sweet sister slipped a few drops of poison into the king's food one night. With all the unrest within the kingdom it would be difficult to narrow down a specific being with good enough motive when so many existed in plain view. It was the perfect cover. Nezhal, oblivious to even the most mundane tactic, drank the poison when he was indulging in passion and choked terribly upon his own blood not too long after. His sister assumed the crown while he was tossed into a ditch to rot.
Cause of death: Poisoned by his sister
Important Life Events:
- Became king
- Slept with whores
- Didn't look after his people
- Indulged in sinnigng gluttonously
Going to Utopia or The Underworld?:
Whatever works, though he is no peach and may fair better in the underworld
Why do they deserve it?:
No particular reason
Breed: Andalusian x Danish Warmblood
Age: 7 (when he died)
Personality:
Nezhal is snobbish, to say the least; however, he deals with the public and what he considers "common folk" rather well. He is polite, but the politeness can easily be read for alterer motive which is something he is not modest about but would deny it if outright accused. He is a slithery serpent for politics and plays the game a little too well. He knows what people want and will offer it to ensure his power. He plays pleasant and sweet, but even from the get-go, he exudes the vibe not to be trusted. His politeness and vague luring to his intentions leave very little to call him out on.
Nezhal, in his mortal time, was born to a wealthy family and just as his lineage was nefarious for, he craved ultimate power. He prefers strangers to call him "Mr.Helrose" as only close associations may call him by his actual name. If he does not know you and you call him by his true name, he will be quick to correct you with the distaste for your disrespect made glaringly apparent. He will let you know when to call him Nezhal. Nezhal is a megalomaniac and is entirely selfish. He appreciates loyal allies and rewards them in kind; however, often his rewards are backhanded double crossing. You see, he is an opportunist. He flows where the best deal lies and that means making enemies where he once fornicated. He is a hypocrite though. If he is betrayed he never forgets the slights made against him. Never. There is nothing he adores more than a slow cooking scheme for revenge.
Yes, he will burn bridges if push comes to shove, but if it can be avoided he'd rather find a more leveraging position to keep resources intact. Nezhal knows power is not money or titles, but rather the people you collect for your corner and my how he loves to collect; especially pretty things. Nezhal loves a haord of unique and pretty women. He strives to find the most different of the bunch to keep for his own and only dreams of a harem of them. He is highly intelligent, calculative, and cruel. He thrives in sarcasm as it seems it is his only language. His anger is hardly ever witnessed in its full form, but if it is he is a chaotic anger. He lashes out and breaks things. His anger explodes in ephemeral episodes of tearing the world asunder but passes rather quickly. His anger is not only dangerous when ignited, but it often leaves his mind sharper. His moments of genius sprout from his angry outbursts and if he is dedicated to revenge when his "aha" moment springs... he is formidable.
History:
Nezhal was the youngest and sixth brother of his siblings. He was a cherish pup and often garbed in baubles and wares royalty was only known for. His parents gawked over his porcelain beauty and ruggedly handsome balance. He was a prince to fawn over and swoon for. He elicited much jealousy from his oldest sister who thought him weak and irrelevant for he was so far from the crown that it would be impossible for him to ever own it. His parents thought otherwise. They broke the tradition and took the crowning from his sister and named him heir to the throne. Nezhal, being his greedy and arrogant self, he beamed in the loathing born from his sister. Their siblings were smart and refrained from picking sides; too caught up in their snotty lives to worry about big sis and little brother's tantrums. They often watched and made fun of their foolish feuding.
When the time came for Nezhal to ascend his parent's throne he immediately filled their halls with concubines, gold, and other lavish luxuries. He was never seen without a paid maiden upon his arm nor without gaudy trinkets decoration his figure. His sister was disgusted by the blatant disrespect and lack of responsibility that had come with Nezhal gaining his throne. When the time came, big sister decided enough was enough. A couple years passed by without little change to Nezhal's reign. He forged wars and destroyed allies. Their kingdom was on a downward spiral. The people grew with unrest and Nezhal's sister decided the time was right. Sweet sister slipped a few drops of poison into the king's food one night. With all the unrest within the kingdom it would be difficult to narrow down a specific being with good enough motive when so many existed in plain view. It was the perfect cover. Nezhal, oblivious to even the most mundane tactic, drank the poison when he was indulging in passion and choked terribly upon his own blood not too long after. His sister assumed the crown while he was tossed into a ditch to rot.
Cause of death: Poisoned by his sister
Important Life Events:
- Became king
- Slept with whores
- Didn't look after his people
- Indulged in sinnigng gluttonously
Going to Utopia or The Underworld?:
Whatever works, though he is no peach and may fair better in the underworld
Why do they deserve it?:
No particular reason