Rumpelstiltskin
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A creature wrapped in the finest scarlet and crimson hues as they washed over every inch of the grand form. Deeper maroon speckles the muscular hindquarters, across the broad chest, the darker muzzle and underneath those captivating eyes. The eyes are hued the most brilliant shade of blue almost holding a ivory effect depending on the light surrounding. Four alabaster stockings reach from the porcelain hued hooves, contrasting the rich reds against the rest of his flesh. Scars are numerous and in every shape and size, ranging from the legs to the bodice to his handsome face. A leonine fashion tail extends to a fair length with four daggers; two placed on either side right at the tip. More like a prehistoric reptile as they do not end there, spikes also wind their way along his spine setting about an inch to two apart to the base of the exotic tail. Large battle worn ram horns are fixated on top of the skull, giving him quite the devilish appearance one may say. A chestnut hued mane is short and wild, un kept and yet gives the creature a rugged look. The height is not the thing that the being uses instead the mass of muscle surrounding the frame is quite intense. Years of training, war and nonsense has kept the stallion bulkier than most.
A gentleman of sorts, class and politics able to be conducted while personal space is certainly not a thing with this devil. You see he prefers to be close and personal with strangers, foes, friends and lovers. One cannot see the fine detail so far away or note small body language ques and let me be frank Rum has a knack for noting everything physical. Even some things mentally as well, though this is only apparent if he catches the ticks or perhaps can feel the irritation, fear etc within another. A man who is enticed by language and conversation, finding out any and all knowledge is important for not just alliances or relationships but to know ones enemies one must be closer than friends. A man quite into survival of himself, the intelligent and the strong. He believes all beings have their time; fate is a malice little thing indeed. Rumpel is of course very partial to the opposing gender though not just sexually. It is their ability to carry and create life, to be such delicate beings and yet be twice as smart or twice as deadly as their counterparts. Stallions do excite him too though they must have some type of oddity to them; norm is overrated. The devil finds amusement in reading others, pushing limits and seeing just how adept they can be. A charmer of course whether others find him creepy or perhaps frightened slightly their is an unexplained charm about him. Rum is a man of deals and what can benefit him, though he has vowed to never hurt a woman. As creepy as he can be or as twisted and dark as those thoughts come he will never hurt a woman and let those above protect and stallion that dare to in his presence.
Not much to be said by such a lad, for his history is relatively normal. A mother as pure as the very sun itself, wild and untamed that is until his father captured her. Pulling her in by charm and foolish promises to gain a son to corrupt ever so quickly. Once Rum was old enough to eat alone his mother was taken from him and never to be seen unless it was happening chance. His father believed she would turn him good and make him weak, so his father tortured the yearling mentally and emotionally. That is how one breaks a spirit along with physical additives to make certain it is complete. Though Rum was always an observer and constantly his mind grew daily with information, magic and the outside world. Of course his mother passed soon as he grew into an adult, she finally free it was time to end this leech that was upon the Earth. Rum became so enraged from his fathers death that unbeknown to the young man he had developed a magic and with so much emotional pain being exhausted so his power came through as it sucked the very lifeforce from his father as he soon shriveled to ash. Rumpel fainted almost instantly after seeing what he had done with just a simple touch, to wake with nothing around except a very elder mare. She cared for the young being while he rest and gained strength to move on, they spoke and the gypsy woman taught him very much about others and life. For one day he woke and she was no more, alone for good he began his journey meeting countless battles, acquaintances, lovers and kingdoms. It was time for a new beginning and perhaps this would be such a place for a very old soul.
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Something wicked this way comes | Siren's Summit | Himeldir, Rumpelstiltskin |
08-27-2017 by Himeldir |
It's only forever, not long at all. | Ennunyenda | Rumpelstiltskin, Kiada |
08-22-2017 by Kiada |
Fauna Fae & Hell's Chosen | Solanis | Rumpelstiltskin, Dallilja |
08-22-2017 by Rumpelstiltskin |
God's gonna cut you down | The Portal | Rumpelstiltskin, Rift Presence |
07-26-2017 by Rift Presence |
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- Four blades on tail-tip
- Taste the blood of someone you love.
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