helter skelter.

[raineh !!]

NAME Helter Skelter
GENDER Stallion
BREED Thoroughbred x Irish Draught
AGE Five
HEIGHT Seventeen hands
COLOR Blood Bay with black stockings and black face.
ALLIANCE Dark
PERSONALITY
Helter Skelter is a fighter, king, and is independent and very intelligent. He will fight for anything and everything. He believes that he is the best dark king that the lands will ever see, and shows it through his actions. He is always keeping his lands active by creating events or stealing multiple equines. He enjoys torturing innocent equines of all kinds; light, dark, and neutral. It doesn’t matter to him. He goes through states of depression at times when something happens to him. He doesn’t believe in love, and his queen is like a co-worker, and you never get involved with a co-worker. He believes that it is his duty in life to be dark king, though perhaps one day he will meet that special lady that changes his point in view of the queen. Helter Skelter isn’t one that you should trust; he lies, cheats, and schemes against everyone and everything. Allies? Sure, he’ll make them only so others won’t steal his equines. Though his allies aren’t his friends or anything of that sort. He goes against his word often, and will tell others if somebody is scheming against them. He believes it’s for the best.
HISTORY
Helter Skelter was abandoned as a foal. His mother being a neutral and his father a light. A fortuneteller had told his parents that he was the devil in equine form, frightening them. The fortuneteller told his parents that he was going to cause a disaster in their lands, and that it was best to kill him. Though his parents didn’t have the heart to kill their colt. So after a long brutal birth of the hellion, they left him to boil in a deadly desert. What a mistake.The fortuneteller was correct. Helter Skelter grew up alone, eating snakes and drinking from cacti. After a few months in the desert he had finally wandered into a nearby land, which happened to be where his parents had lived in. He had run into the fortuneteller who started telling him his future. The old lady had told him that he would be a cause of a great disaster in a foreign land to him, and that he would grow up to be a demon king. Her eyes had widened in fear as she looked into his luminous orange pools. She knew that this was the colt that she had told the merry couple to murder after birth. Alas they didn’t. Helter Skelter smirked at her fortune and walked onward through the lands of only lights and neutrals. The fortuneteller had spread the word that the son of the devil himself had entered the lands. They all knew it was he. The titian lanterns, blood bay pelt, and devilish smirk gave it all away.

A few years passed and the colt walked onward through the foreign land, he realized that everything was making sense to him, the fortuneteller, being abandon, and ending up here. Helter Skelter wandered through the cheery lands in disgust, watching the merry couples in his eyes were repulsive to him. Then he saw the two. The brute had his jack lantern hued eyes, and the mother had a lighter shade of bay then him. Though the two put together, were his spitting image. He snarled in hate, rage roaring within him. They were his parents, the ones who abandoned him in the godforsaken desert to die, but he was wise enough to know that reptiles were food and cacti contained water. He had outsmarted the couple, and he saw the fear in his eyes as he walked up toward them. A proper greeting, “Hello, my name is Helter Skelter.” Though he didn’t inform them that the next few minutes were their last. Razor sharp dentals and cracked daggers lashed out at the two, one at a time they were brutally murdered.

He regrets the day that he murdered his parents, though he believed that they deserved it for putting him into that boiling desert. They were going to kill him, so he killed them. Another two years passed as he lived in the lands, feared by everyone. He had reached the age of five, the age where he knew that he had to get out of the nightmare that most called a merry little home where all your dreams come true. Bullnuts. Helter went on a rampage, killing everyone in the small town. He made that disaster happen.

He then wandered into the lands of Equivar, still bloodstained from his brutal murders. He took his reign as king, knowing that it suited him well. He always wanted the power.
APPEARANCE
Helter Skelter is a towering 17 hands tall. His coat is stained a blood bay, remember that he’s is a blood bay, not just a plain bay. His coat shines in the light, his pelt having the hue of blood. His long tresses are stained the color of charcoal, as are his long stilts and his façade. His eyes are a vivid orange color, which glow in the darkness. He is able to withstand heat though doesn’t do well in the cold for he gets stiff. His daggers are cracked and bloodstained. His dentals are razor sharp, sharper then canine teeth, and are bloodstained as well. His bodice is broad, being a cross between a thin Thoroughbred and a broad Irish Draught; he takes after the Irish Draught in appearances. Though he has the stamina of a Thoroughbred and can run far and fast. He has the strength and power of an Irish Draught though. It’s a great combination for him since he is always in duels and wars.