Post by RANJIT on Feb 6, 2018 20:24:58 GMT
Name: Ranjit
Build: Large, a leaner draft type
Combat Build: Destrier
Gender: Stallion
Height: 18.3hh
Age: 10 years, three months
Coat color: Black with undercurrents and shades of rich, dark red, visible in the sunlight
Markings: None
Deformities: Huge ram horns that curl from his poll, dropping down steeply to protect his throat, and curling up tightly under his eyes; massive draconic wings with black frames and crimson, tattered webbing
Mane and tail: Dark, dark, dark crimson, almost black
Eyes: Blood red
Alliance: Wastelander (King)
Mental disorders (if any): Sociopathic tendencies, sadomasochsim, megalomania
Physical disabilities (if any): None
Powers (if any): Ranjit possesses the general site-wide telekinesis and also has limited power over shadows and darkness. He can see somewhat better in the darkness than others and can call shadows to him. This power can only be used for minutes at a time and leaves him feeling somewhat drained.
History: Conflict has been central to all stories the universe over and the birth of this creature was shaped by it as well. Born in the height of Ashtaroth's war, the parents were little more than commoners in the eyes of the Wasteland Monarchy. They bore no lineage to any of the great names of old and preferred to keep themselves out of the battling that raged around them, insofar as possibly. The stallion, Galaxite, was a bruiser of a beast, standing nigh nineteen hands tall, ebony in hue and massive. The mare, a slender crimson vixen named Litala, adored her mate despite the temper that he had. Galaxite was one of the few who openly refused to do battle with the Dawnlanders. This open refusal caused strain between the fledgling family and the Wasteland rulers.
A decade before the current day, Litala birth their first and only foal, the only foal to be born that year at all in the Reach, where they lived. The colt was born in the cold of winter, a foolish time for any youngster to come into this world, a small creature of ebony and crimson, with curling ram horns and . Wasteland winters are far more brutal than the ones to the warm south but this one proved to be far more difficult. When spring came, the single foal had survived. Gangly and slender, his mother called him Ranjit, a name meaning victorious in battle, for the great victory he had won in defeating and surviving his first winter.
By the time Ranjit was a three year old, he had grown to stand at nearly the same height as his sire. Though he lacked the bulk that his sire had, the young stallion had high, sleek and handesome. The stallion inherited his sire's black coat but dark streaks of crimson saturated beneth his ebony pelt. Dark vermillion locks fell in rich strands entangled together from his nape and heavy feathers decorated his lower limbs. Most striking were the huge horns that came from his poll, dropped steep down his throat, curled up at his cheeks, and ended in tight spirals just beneath crimson eyes and the huge wings that had grown from his withers. The draconic appendages were framed in ebony, with vermillion webbing that was tattered from the stallion picking fights and learning the pecking order of the herd.
The fierce young stallion swiftly made a name for himself in the herd that inhabited the Reach. As the Third Conflict continued to worsen, Ranjit found himself aching to heed the call of Cathedral, the Wasteland Monarch, and throw himself into war. The winged brute was a skilled warrior, powerful despite his youthful age. His father, despite being against the current Conflict, had taught his son much in the art of war and battling and the pair could often be seen battling in a way that frightened those who observed it, so violent was it. Unbeknownst to all, Ranjit had begun to resent that his sire continued to refuse to allow him to join the Wasteland army.
When Ranjit was four, the Reach was raided by a Dawnland brigade. They swept down over them and battled violently. Litala, the young stallion's mother, was slain. Galaxite went nearly insane with grief and spiraled out wildly after the battle. Ranjit, too, was affected by the loss of her but rather than growing closer to his sire, he continued to stew in fury towards him. Despite losing his mate, Galaxite continued to be against the Conflict and continued to refuse the summons that Cathedral and Delphi continued to send forth.
Ranjit permitted this for two years and then, when he was six, he murdered Galaxite. This was not the _first_ murder that the dark young stallion committed but it was the that most affected him in the long run. The beast did not regret it and soon left the Reach herd to join with the Wasteland Monarchs,
For the next four years, Ranjit battled with the Dawnlanders in the raids, even leading one of two of his own. He was present at the battle at the Sand, where Ashtaroth vanished and Cathedral died. It marked the end of the Third Conflict and the beginning to the Fourth Peace.
By this point, Ranjit had earned himself a title as General but the beast, now almost a decade old and in his prime, was ambitious and not content with this. Delphi had taken a lover some years ago and had born two colts. By the time their mother died of a broken heart, the two brothers were three and ready to take the throne of the Wasteland. That, however, would never come to be.
Ranjit slew one of the two brothers in cold blood, without care for the possible consequences. The other brother battled him but lost and had no choice but to flee, vanishing somewhere into the Fissue. With no other heirs to the throne, Ranjit claimed himself to be the new Wasteland Monarch.
Personality: Spat forth unto war, the desolation wrought upon his foalhood shaped to this beast the necessary tools needed to rise swiftly from mere pawn to King. Behind an appearance wrought as if sent from the Void, this hellish beast possesses a terrible wit and dark intelligence that makes him a monster to be put against. Cunning exists in spades within his mind, making him a strategist to be feared. The beast is nigh fearless too, never backing from a challenge and never flinching in the face of danger. Yet there exists within this monster a softness as well; the young are beloved and the aged treated with respect. But be not wholly fooled by this - Ranjit feels nothing of shame in cutting down those who stand in his way. Ambition lies in spades within the terrible creature. Though he had been born in relatively obscurity, he worked and battled his way to the very top. He has learned the hard way not to trust those around him, a lesson taught to him by his father. Ranjit cannot abide fools or cowards and is cruel to those unwilling to stand up for themselves and what they believe in. He has proven himself as ready to do whatever must be done in order to protect the Wastelands and the Monarchy itself.
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