Aurora: Morgrim

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Username: Huma
Roleplaying for: nine years
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Name: Morgrim
Breed: Anglo-Arabian
Age: 6
Alliance: Aurora
Gender: Stallion
Ability?: Yes. Bone Manipulation
Strengths:
In physical terms, he’s quite the battler and when Morgrim fights, he fights to feel the adrenaline rush through him and tingle him right down to his bones. Though he’s not the strongest horse because of his more lithe form, Morgrim’s main strength would be his nimble feet. In ability, he’s able to fully utilize his bones to turn himself into a horse pincushion, which prevents others from getting too close to him. He’s able to fully control the shape, length, size, and density of the bones inside him and sometimes he’s able to use them as projectile weapons. In most cases, Morgrim chooses to show off his dangerous ability by decorating them on his back into sharp spines.
Weakness:
Though he is nimble and can draw circle around his opponent, he’s not the most long-lasting horse. Physically, he is strong, but his quick movement forces him to use more of his energy than other horses. While his endurance is his weak point, the main weakness for this horse would be his left side; blind in his left eye from a freak accident, Morgrim has a difficult time seeing what is on his left side. Though his vision is restricted because of his disability, Morgrim’s sense of smell and hearing is very acute. In ability, his bones cannot penetrate through rocks and metal which will cause them to break and though they can be hurled at an opponent like a dagger, he cannot control them once they leave his body.
Likes:
Morgrim is quite a socializing beast and especially likes to find out about others in the most tantalizing way possible. To put it bluntly, he loves sex. He doesn’t care who he has it with, he just loves it. Besides his lucrative side, Morgrim likes to lash others sideways with his sarcastic remarks and dark humor; who knows, someone might actually find him funny. Besides his more dark-humored side, he likes to stand in the rain, he’s partial to anything watery, and he enjoys time alone to think.
Dislikes:
No one should attack his pride. Ever. It’s not a dislike here, it’s a huge loathing. Morgrim hates it when some horses act as if they’re strong, but really aren’t. Basically, he doesn’t like horses who act like something they aren’t. Sob-stories are another thing he hates; don’t try to fish out sympathy from him because he’s liable to cut your head off, not literally, but he’s going to hurt you in someway if you try to feed him some woeful tale.
Personality:
Morgrim is a very patient horse and hardly gets angry towards others. Though his general attitude is one of indifference, that doesn’t make him any less dangerous; when angered, a rare case, he can be very malicious and the one way to truly anger him would be to take a stab at his hubris. In many ways, a lot of his actions are governed by his pride-will it hurt him or not? If it does, he’ll simply shrug it away, but if it benefits him, well, he’ll do any sort of plans, dastardly or not, to make him feel better. In many situations, Morgrim’s able to keep a straight face and stay calm because of his tendency to hide things about himself. He’s not the kind of horse that fishes around for sympathy from others and he expects others to do the same to him. When it comes to sensitivity, his is at an all time low; many of the words that come spilling out of his mouth are oft times uncouth, sarcastic and just plain cruel. Many of the things he does are all about manipulations and mind-games and he at least expects them to participate. If he was born a different animal, he’d be a snake; cunning and sly, he’s mind is constantly looking for a new prey to sink his venomous fangs into. His fangs aren’t used to physically hurt them, no, his fangs are only used to transport the poison that he carries. Every venomous word that does manage to rattle out of the cage are just that-poisonous to the mind. One thing Morgrim figured out during his years of living was that physical wounds healed over time and was vaguely remembered, but mental wounds never healed. Words were far more powerful than swords, spears, and guns; they cut even the toughest of horses down to their knees.
Morgrim is hard to decipher because of the way he carefully hides things about himself or “accidentally” leaves out a few information. He can be tricky in that he’ll be clear but vague at the same time; he’ll say that he’s going somewhere, but not tell the listener exactly where he’s going and why. Simply put: he’s a secretive bastard.
History:
Morgrim was born to a father who was quite the fighter and a mother who was like him-cunning and manipulative. The majority of his colt life was spent following his mother, of course. His mother never told him he was unwanted or any other negative descriptions about him, but his father did not hold him up so high. The reason being, Morgrim was becoming more like his clever mother rather than taking the trait of his powerful father and this was quite disturbing. Well, one should expect him to get something from hanging around with his mother all day. Though he was turning into his mother, his words were still not enough to cut deeply and oft times he’d end up playing with the other foals again after their tussle was all done. The one thing that really left a scar on Morgrim was a certain young mare. When he became a young stallion of three, fresh and eager to explore the world, Morgrim had fallen deeply in love with a mare. She became the center of his life and he made sure she knew. You could say they became lovers; they clung to each other’s sides, refusing to leave their mate for even a second. So infatuated was he with the mare that most of his personality seemed to change, that was until it all blew up in his face. Accusation and assumption was the worst enemy for any horse in love, and he had wrongfully accused her of being with another stallion. As a young stallion, he hadn’t been as patient as he is today and he showed it by brutally beating her with every word that stormed into his mind. This was where he ruined his left eye. As a young stallion, his control on his temper was still quite lax and when he assumed her of cheating on him, his rage blinded him from logic and, thus he attacked her. Now, she wasn’t the type of horse to stand around and left other horses attack her, so the mare defended herself; a move that he should have been able to dodge, Morgrim did not see it coming. She’d reared up and lashed her front hoof back down, driving the end of her hoof down the left side of his face. His eye ruined and his temper dampened, Morgrim left without a single word.

Years have passed, and the events of the toxic gas changed him into a horse with a freakish ability. Though he hasn’t seen hide nor hair of the mare he once loved, oddly enough, Morgrim still has a soft spot for that mare, even if she blinded him on his left side. Even now, the scar runs down the left side of his place, a throbbing reminder of what happened.

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