Name: Night Tyrant/Night/Tyrant
Age: 15
Gender: Male/Stallion
Breed: Halloween Hunter
Date of retirement: 07/08/14
.:Felon, Betrayal and Suspected Murderer?:.
The answer lies within my life. I'm always respected by anybody who I meet. Famous or not. Royal or not. It's just a natural charm I have. I guessed I must have inherited this talent from my leader, Midnight Killer, because he runs the herd I live in: Sudden Death.
To be honest, I was a little bit obnoxious when I first migrated here, and oblivious to Killer's requests, so I never really fitted in that well. The part where I came in was when Killer noticed me-his glowing blood-red eyes stared at my chilling amber-glowing eyes. My first prediction was that he liked my designs. So flowing. Mixing in well with one another. Perfectly symmetrical. So... Original! But that was all bound to change when the herd started to get rowdy, and jealous. I wished I never even murmured a word.
The rumours where right. Killer's herd WERE and ARE brutal. Not just him alone.
My personality soon started to evaporate, and no more of my past habits were reminiscing inside of my body. The uncontrollable thoughts I had just completely washed away. I trained with them for endlessly-long, hard and brutal hours, for years and years. Soon, I turned a new leaf to be just as mean and hot-headed as the actual king himself.
Personality-wise, I guess I could be anybody who I want to be. There are a few out there that have gained mannerisms just like me, but in a different way. (If you get what I'm saying.) My other good talent which has helped me escape tight situations, is 'imitations of habits', where I closely observe one's behaviour, and start taking on a toll of acting like them.
I always feel their true emotions, whether it is false, or true. Whether it is acting or not.
The herd soon used to call me Night Tyrant. My interest in this, was that it was a nick-name, like they gave most new-comers. But Killer rarely let new-comers in.
When I was younger, my family let me out to roam about their large portion of land, because of my 'creative' curiosity and because I just adored exploring. But when I started to disobey them, I travelled for further distances, often getting caught up in the beauty of the countryside, getting lost, and gaining trouble from miles away.
One of the bad outcomes, was that I had met a mare, and snaked her into my home, secretly torturing her for my own amusement, and breeding her whenever I wished. It was kind of sick (I know) but I had a really good time, and soon, the house was full of silly, dumb, and impotent foals.
My parents kicked me out of the house when they found the mare and family of foals down in the underparts of their home, beaten, bloody, scarred, and mentally unhealthy. However, they were even MORE furious when they discovered that I was the father of her foals. I mercilessly kicked her, bit her, stamped on her, shoved her, abused her, called her the most horrible names. She must have felt inferior, when I was full with so much self-esteem. And the foals! I even did the same to them.
I changed for Killer, for the benefit of his reputation and herd and I get nothing for it. That is why I imitate one's ways to deliberately annoy them!
And there was my super-short, super-condensed story of how I managed to be who I am today. I might tell you more if I decide to, but for now, you figure it out.
Personality: I can be very delirious and quick to snap. When I get angry, my temperament completely changes from the innocent boy, who's harmless and sweet, to the bad boy, who overruns, kills, or snakes in mares. I guess I can get away with murder if I wanted to, even though I could just walk around with blood stains on my mouth and not get touched a single time.
It's probably because they know who I am, or because they are too scared to confront me...
Yes, I have quite a reputation (Obviously because of my history with Killer) and after his deputy Osiris left, he wanted me to help him look after the herd, and after that, I have become even meaner, so just watch out. Although I have my own set of behavioural patterns-I can imitate others' actions, so be cautious of that too.
I have a very powerful mind (EVERYBODY says this!), enough to make somebody go insane, like Lorem, who often butter's people up to get what she want's, and does so quite successfully. My abilities can enhance in a number of different ways, and I can also 'link' them together, to create a more deadly option. I don't listen to a word anybody says, and my temper shoots above the roof, like lava in an errupting volcano. Even though I can imitate people's skills or whatever, I can just as much show my wraith in order to make my opponent scared.
Killer taught me these 'oh-so-gracious' skills of which I thank him for...
Current Living Status: The Sudden Death Herd
Mood: Unknown
Other: I talk in quite a lot of riddles to confuse you. I also imitate ones' behaviour and adopt it as my own.
Age: 15
Gender: Male/Stallion
Breed: Halloween Hunter
Date of retirement: 07/08/14
.:Felon, Betrayal and Suspected Murderer?:.
The answer lies within my life. I'm always respected by anybody who I meet. Famous or not. Royal or not. It's just a natural charm I have. I guessed I must have inherited this talent from my leader, Midnight Killer, because he runs the herd I live in: Sudden Death.
To be honest, I was a little bit obnoxious when I first migrated here, and oblivious to Killer's requests, so I never really fitted in that well. The part where I came in was when Killer noticed me-his glowing blood-red eyes stared at my chilling amber-glowing eyes. My first prediction was that he liked my designs. So flowing. Mixing in well with one another. Perfectly symmetrical. So... Original! But that was all bound to change when the herd started to get rowdy, and jealous. I wished I never even murmured a word.
The rumours where right. Killer's herd WERE and ARE brutal. Not just him alone.
My personality soon started to evaporate, and no more of my past habits were reminiscing inside of my body. The uncontrollable thoughts I had just completely washed away. I trained with them for endlessly-long, hard and brutal hours, for years and years. Soon, I turned a new leaf to be just as mean and hot-headed as the actual king himself.
Personality-wise, I guess I could be anybody who I want to be. There are a few out there that have gained mannerisms just like me, but in a different way. (If you get what I'm saying.) My other good talent which has helped me escape tight situations, is 'imitations of habits', where I closely observe one's behaviour, and start taking on a toll of acting like them.
I always feel their true emotions, whether it is false, or true. Whether it is acting or not.
The herd soon used to call me Night Tyrant. My interest in this, was that it was a nick-name, like they gave most new-comers. But Killer rarely let new-comers in.
When I was younger, my family let me out to roam about their large portion of land, because of my 'creative' curiosity and because I just adored exploring. But when I started to disobey them, I travelled for further distances, often getting caught up in the beauty of the countryside, getting lost, and gaining trouble from miles away.
One of the bad outcomes, was that I had met a mare, and snaked her into my home, secretly torturing her for my own amusement, and breeding her whenever I wished. It was kind of sick (I know) but I had a really good time, and soon, the house was full of silly, dumb, and impotent foals.
My parents kicked me out of the house when they found the mare and family of foals down in the underparts of their home, beaten, bloody, scarred, and mentally unhealthy. However, they were even MORE furious when they discovered that I was the father of her foals. I mercilessly kicked her, bit her, stamped on her, shoved her, abused her, called her the most horrible names. She must have felt inferior, when I was full with so much self-esteem. And the foals! I even did the same to them.
I changed for Killer, for the benefit of his reputation and herd and I get nothing for it. That is why I imitate one's ways to deliberately annoy them!
And there was my super-short, super-condensed story of how I managed to be who I am today. I might tell you more if I decide to, but for now, you figure it out.
Personality: I can be very delirious and quick to snap. When I get angry, my temperament completely changes from the innocent boy, who's harmless and sweet, to the bad boy, who overruns, kills, or snakes in mares. I guess I can get away with murder if I wanted to, even though I could just walk around with blood stains on my mouth and not get touched a single time.
It's probably because they know who I am, or because they are too scared to confront me...
Yes, I have quite a reputation (Obviously because of my history with Killer) and after his deputy Osiris left, he wanted me to help him look after the herd, and after that, I have become even meaner, so just watch out. Although I have my own set of behavioural patterns-I can imitate others' actions, so be cautious of that too.
I have a very powerful mind (EVERYBODY says this!), enough to make somebody go insane, like Lorem, who often butter's people up to get what she want's, and does so quite successfully. My abilities can enhance in a number of different ways, and I can also 'link' them together, to create a more deadly option. I don't listen to a word anybody says, and my temper shoots above the roof, like lava in an errupting volcano. Even though I can imitate people's skills or whatever, I can just as much show my wraith in order to make my opponent scared.
Killer taught me these 'oh-so-gracious' skills of which I thank him for...
Current Living Status: The Sudden Death Herd
Mood: Unknown
Other: I talk in quite a lot of riddles to confuse you. I also imitate ones' behaviour and adopt it as my own.