Hel
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Status: Offline8 years 1400 lbs 17.2hh Trakehner x Unidentified Drafthorse Stallion (None) Intermediate 0% Energy No wings Played by Phish
Hel is a tall, sexy drink of water and you can be damn sure he knows. This fine stallion stands at an impressive 17.2 hh and seamlessly blends his warmblood and draft ancestry into one package. Built for strength and stamina, Hel can fight for hours even after a long days march. A pair of shiny, dark indigo horns sprout from his head above his icy blue eyes. Much like a ram, or goat, the bone underneath his horns is thicker than an ordinary equine to protect the area from blunt force trauma. Two smaller, near black horns pierce the bridge of his nose and are positioned similarly to a rhino. They are incredibly sharp and piercing with a slight hook that makes them perfect for cutting throats.
The majority of Hel's body is a pearlescent white that seems to shine softly, especially at night. His mane and tail are both long, thin and ghostly pale. Dark violet markings accentuate his body, licking the underside of his belly, chest, and running in a stripe down his spine. His legs are steeped in violet as well, with light feathering above shiny onyx hooves. He has several piercings, four on his left ear and one hoop through his left nostril. They are solid, simple steel with a blue/black feather attached to the bottom ring on his ear.
The majority of Hel's body is a pearlescent white that seems to shine softly, especially at night. His mane and tail are both long, thin and ghostly pale. Dark violet markings accentuate his body, licking the underside of his belly, chest, and running in a stripe down his spine. His legs are steeped in violet as well, with light feathering above shiny onyx hooves. He has several piercings, four on his left ear and one hoop through his left nostril. They are solid, simple steel with a blue/black feather attached to the bottom ring on his ear.
Hel is at his core, a being of raw emotion. With some exceptions, he has zero qualms about expressing himself and quite frankly doesn't care what anyone else thinks. Fiercely loyal to his company, Hel forges new bonds slowly and with an open mistrust that borders on outright distaste. His only experience of friendship is that of a brother or sister in arms and he quite literally doesn't understand any other relationship outside the chain of command.
A consummate soldier, Hel has spent his entire life following orders. Tenacious, and single minded, he will doggedly complete any task set to him. He is reckless with his health and without someone he trusts to check on him, he will wear himself to the bone in the line of duty. For someone who has never spent a moment on himself, the mission is everything.
Off duty, Hel is loud and boisterous with insatiable habits. He has little respect for outside authority, but doesn't typically go out of his way to start fights. He is used to being one of the biggest, most dangerous equines around and uses his presence to keep things under control.
A consummate soldier, Hel has spent his entire life following orders. Tenacious, and single minded, he will doggedly complete any task set to him. He is reckless with his health and without someone he trusts to check on him, he will wear himself to the bone in the line of duty. For someone who has never spent a moment on himself, the mission is everything.
Off duty, Hel is loud and boisterous with insatiable habits. He has little respect for outside authority, but doesn't typically go out of his way to start fights. He is used to being one of the biggest, most dangerous equines around and uses his presence to keep things under control.
Hel was bred for war. Literally. His parents, both mercenaries in the Bonereaper Company, were commanded by their leaders to procreate to contribute to the next generation of soldiers. Soon after Hel was born, he was committed to the training master alongside a dozen other foals. The last thing he can remember of his parents is the two of them trotting off in different directions to report to their commanding officers.
Whatever Hel lacked for in parental care, he made up 100 fold with his comrades. All the other foals had been surrendered by their parents and were just as confused as Hel. Scared and awkward, at first Hel hid in the middle of the group, quaking with uncertainty. It wasn't until the training master came out and began putting them through their paces that he began to relax. A tall, lanky colt, Hel was a natural sprinter in his youth. Though he would soon become too bulky to sustain such speeds, it made him feel like he was special at an early age.
Without any kind of actual parents raising Hel and his companions, they became a rowdy, entitled bunch off duty. Quick to take orders from their superiors, they were quicker to belittle the camp followers and civilians the company was hired to protect. As long as they didn't actively disobey any commands, none of the officers really cared.
Hel and his squad were given their first taste of battle when they turned two years old. The Bonereapers had been hired by an old empire struggling to contain an impending civil war. Tasked with quelling rebels, the tireless young soldiers raced across the the land, ruthlessly destroying anyone that stood against them. The pay was good and the mares luscious. Hel had no complaints. Even if he did struggle to clean off the blood and bits of bone stuck to his face. Or heard the sounds of skulls caving in while he slept.
After the Bonereapers had finished their contract, Hel got the first of his ear piercings, a small steel stud. Alongside the rest of his squad they were formally accepted into the ranks and from there, their prowess only grew. With every successful campaign, he would receive a new piercing to denote his movement through the ranks. He was even recognized twice to produce offspring, his brutality and tireless genetics something to be preserved among the company.
Hel committed himself to the wholeheartedly to his company. In his mind, there was nothing else he could possibly be besides a mercenary. His life's goal was to achieve the rank of a superior officer and die courageously in battle.
Whatever Hel lacked for in parental care, he made up 100 fold with his comrades. All the other foals had been surrendered by their parents and were just as confused as Hel. Scared and awkward, at first Hel hid in the middle of the group, quaking with uncertainty. It wasn't until the training master came out and began putting them through their paces that he began to relax. A tall, lanky colt, Hel was a natural sprinter in his youth. Though he would soon become too bulky to sustain such speeds, it made him feel like he was special at an early age.
Without any kind of actual parents raising Hel and his companions, they became a rowdy, entitled bunch off duty. Quick to take orders from their superiors, they were quicker to belittle the camp followers and civilians the company was hired to protect. As long as they didn't actively disobey any commands, none of the officers really cared.
Hel and his squad were given their first taste of battle when they turned two years old. The Bonereapers had been hired by an old empire struggling to contain an impending civil war. Tasked with quelling rebels, the tireless young soldiers raced across the the land, ruthlessly destroying anyone that stood against them. The pay was good and the mares luscious. Hel had no complaints. Even if he did struggle to clean off the blood and bits of bone stuck to his face. Or heard the sounds of skulls caving in while he slept.
After the Bonereapers had finished their contract, Hel got the first of his ear piercings, a small steel stud. Alongside the rest of his squad they were formally accepted into the ranks and from there, their prowess only grew. With every successful campaign, he would receive a new piercing to denote his movement through the ranks. He was even recognized twice to produce offspring, his brutality and tireless genetics something to be preserved among the company.
Hel committed himself to the wholeheartedly to his company. In his mind, there was nothing else he could possibly be besides a mercenary. His life's goal was to achieve the rank of a superior officer and die courageously in battle.
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