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Basics

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Nickname: Em, Emmy, Rys

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Age: 5 years, 10 months

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Gender: Stallion, he/him/his

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Breed Type: Warmblood

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Physical Health: Fair

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Mental Health: Poor

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Appearance

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Height: 16.3 hands

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Coat Colour: Sooty Buckskin Tobiano

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Eye Colour: Dark Brown

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Genotype: E/E A/a CR/n To/n STY/STY

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Distinguishing Markings: Tobiano. Skull-like facial marking only seen on right profile. Unmarred by scars, surprisingly. A testament to his inexperience, or a sign of ability?

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Personality

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Positive Traits: Perceptive. Creative. Charismatic.

Emrys is one to watch and learn. His eyes see all, and he remembers things in great detail. Memories, all of them, thoughts, words, scents, and pictures. All vibrant and vivid, behind his eyes. Flaws and stumbles are noted, never unseen, filed away in the deepest corners of his mind. Not only is Emrys proficient in this; he also has a talent for reading the room. Highly emotionally intelligent, he can recognize a situation and learn the best way to turn it in his own favor with subtle words or actions to create his desired result. It’s the small things that count. Resourceful and creative, there is no obstacle he cannot overcome if he sets his mind to it. It pays off, as an artist with words he can bend and deceive the mind. Beauty is nothing without brains, and a personality to go with it. Rys lets the good things shine through, the intelligence, the sly, seductive smiles, the noble honor that he fakes, all while keeping the terrible things under the surface, lying in wait for just the right moment to strike. A star to those who he wants to be, and a snake to those who are foolish enough to come too close.
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(+) Adaptable. Determined. Courageous. Noble. Protective.

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Negative Traits: Obsessive. Violent. Narcissist.

Easily infatuated with those who happen to cross into his life and certain ideals, Rys is one to become tunnel-visioned, hyper-focused on one point. His daily demons could consume his world with this trait he harbors, the need for constant closeness, the need to know more or to be near another, to know their secrets better than he knows himself. To lock them, chain others to himself, forever in his grasp. It doesn’t come from the fear of losing them, but the constant need to keep those who interest him, those he wishes to control a part of his life. As a crazed lover, Emrys will pursue his obsessions. They cloud his mind and tamper with his judgment, a flaw that is also beneficial. His control complex allows for his life to be rather easy, if he knows exactly what is going on, is able to control it, he can bask in the power, and revel in the fact that he has no worries for betrayal, for those he loves and so viciously keeps by his side to leave him. He strives to stand on a pedestal for the feeling of standing on a pedestal. It is not a noble cause, nothing for his own personal gain. It's because he needs it. The demons that have possessed him should be kept at bay with blood. But it is temporary, and although there are rushes of adrenaline and the feeling of superiority that come from the control he holds, it is always comforting to know he has it, makes him content to see things going the way they should. Sometimes when he thinks too much, he realizes that he is a sinner, a rather malicious entity, and yet he tells himself everyone is a sinner, and validates his wrongdoings by making himself believe in holding such an obscene amount of control. With this comes an insane fury when he is disobeyed when his control is rejected, when his advances are not returned, when he cannot rise to meet a challenge. It is a burning fury unmatched by others, almost a tantrum, but with an evil and sadistic violence that others cannot bear to watch. He has killed before in great fits of rage, a harbinger of destruction, a berserker set upon a single goal; to quell the fury for which he has been wronged. In the end, he felt no remorse and never will, he had protected those which were his own. Should he fail…all Hell would break loose. And so, in the fashion of every antagonist, every villain, and the one that he is, Rys is every bit a narcissist. Everything he does, his actions, words, and thoughts, all reflect and point toward his own interests and ideals, for himself and his gain only. He plots and schemes so situations benefit only himself, never willing to share his success with others unless they are those he holds dear and shackles to himself.
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(-) Womanizer. Neurotic. Delusional. Hypocrite. Domineering.

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Quirks/Fun Facts: A bad habit of rearranging items in his environment to his liking. Restrained god complex. He likes the scent of wildflowers, though the memories of them have been corrupted. They were his mother's scent, and he remembers a distinct sense of comfort that their perfume offers, of before he realized what a disgusting world he'd been born into. 

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A creature trapped in his need for control, driven by the urge to manipulate, dominate, and protect what her perceives as his own. However, darkness has yet to possess him, for he holds some semblance of morality in the fact that he is willing to do whatever for those he chooses to love. He only asks that they allow for his rule. Watchful,  inventive, and compelling, anyone's first glance would most likely leave them drooling. Blatant in his ambition and value of the protection of those he holds close, Emrys is deceptively heroic. This stallion is a powerhouse for aspirations, always hungering, starving for more, and it shows. Deep inside his confident and enticing frame slumbers a vengeful and domineering god. It matters not how he does it, but he will keep those he is loyal to close, with darker intentions, he wishes to keep those useful to him, those he desire, always at his side. Nothing and no one is off limits to his ministrations and brazen charisma. He sees everyone as a challenge, whether it as a romantic challenge; one to conquer, or a spirit to quench and claim his own. There is benefit to his protection, if you are willing to give your freedom. 

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"Make me king, and I will offer you the fruits of my kingdom,
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Make me your god, and I will protect you from the world's wrath,
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But only if you'll allow me this power."
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"So many men, they risk so little. They spend their lives avoiding danger. And then they die. I'd risk everything to get what I want in this life. 
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"And what do you want?"
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"Everything."
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History

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Emrys hails from lands unknown. He was born to a mare within a harem, his sire their leader. Not long after his birth did he realize that Mother was aloof and angelic, untethered to responsibility, and spoiled. As he grew older, the young stallion grew disgusted of her obedience, her contentment with her position, the fact she was living life as she was, as someone who never yearned for something more. It was as if she had been tamed by a life she had not yet lived. It was her duty to birth him; to reproduce, to drive the survival of the species, to fuel future generations in their herd. But as fate befalls all male equines, Rys was doomed to become a bachelor. He would be on his own soon before he realized that exact fact. He was driven from the harem by his sire; had watched others do the same. For a while he wandered the land, his spirit strong and heart full, even if he was alone. But he would not be a lone soul for long. For each he met on his journey, he offered a place by his side. There were those he could not convince to walk life’s journey alongside himself, but for the brothers he had made, he was happy. He was equal within a group of bachelors; didn’t have to worry about being ordered around, didn’t fear some higher power. It was a life he wanted; he had no interest in following, of being a sheep to someone who thought they were a lion. He loved his brothers-in-arms, their system had no flaws. Unwavering support for each other, all driven by the need to survive and the refusal to follow.
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Good times never last long, however. They were growing up, and it was time to put everything they had endured to use. Fortunately, as the six of them walked their separate ways, he was able to bring two of the others to accompany him. They were a good trio, Emrys a natural leader who unconsciously assumed the place at the front of the pack. But it was soon realized that this was not their purpose, indeed it contradicted everything they had wanted and had. The others could not follow his lead when they were destined for their own. Weren’t they supposed to be equal? With this thought plaguing his companions’ minds, they sought to leave rather than fight their way out, decided to abandon Emrys rather than break his fragile heart and wavering pride. A small mercy, but in the buckskin stallion’s vision, the ultimate disrespect. Could the closest friends he’d ever had not stand up to him? Did they fear a brother, or did they see him so incapable of taking on their challenge? Little did he know that it would do no good for his friends to confront him, and they were wise to leave before he awoke. His companions, friends, brothers, stalked off in the night, leaving him to fend for himself. A seething sense of betrayal fell over him then; it has not since left, planting roots into his soul. He is bitter and paranoid, an old wound festering in his heart, and has told himself, perhaps too many times, that those who stay by his side would never leave him. That he would do anything to ensure that, avoid the sense of betrayal or vanquish a traitor in the process.
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So the rest of his journey was made alone, his only company the darkening thoughts and emotions associated with betrayal, control, and paranoia.

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OOC

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Is This Your First Character? Yes.

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Notes: Transitioning from Our Homeland. 

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Credits: Lineart by Averfour on deviantArt. *link*