Post by Altharos on Feb 8, 2004 5:40:32 GMT -5
Name: Seraph
Age: 24
Type: Pegasus
Symbol: A pair of Seraphim wings
Colours: White body with black mane/tail, has a dark red stripe down his mane and his tail, also has 3 pairs of wings.
Powers: Flight
Description/temperament: Seraph is (more often) a very quiet, brooding pony. Despite his name, and symbol, he does not often smile, or bear any sort of angelic properties, aside from his power of flight. His respect is hard earned, even harder is his affection, and to this date the only one to earn either is his close (and only) friend, Jinx.
Birthplace: Ponyville
History: When a young foal was born with 3 pairs of tiny little wings, a pure white colouration, the only ‘imperfection’ being a pair of Seraphim wings on his thigh, the small community thought they had been gifted an angel. As was severely hinted at by his appearance, and symbol, the newborn was name Seraph, after the order of Angels bearing the same six wings.
These factors formed a natural preconception, a misconception, that this foal would grow into the most good-natured pony in the town. While Seraph’s upbringing, and living environment supported this idea, it could only hide the true Seraph for so long.
The smiles, the laughs, the ‘hello, how are you’’s eventually became too much for him to handle, and late in his teenage years, he snapped. The incident frightened his mother to the point where she was afraid to speak to him, or even look at him, despite the fact he had not laid a hand on her. So close he had been, his hoof ready to stamp down onto her face, when he managed to regain control of himself.
After the event, people looked on him differently, their smiles always forced, if there at all. For the first time in his relatively short life he realised how much he missed being treated as an angel. Knowing he had destroyed any chance he had of returning to his previous niche in life, he began to hate not only the other people of his town, but himself as well. With no friends, a family too scared to go near him, and a public who’s interactions with him were of politeness at best, Seraph had nobody to confide in, and his anger only grew.
Seeing only one solution to the problem, Seraph left the town, wandering out in to the surrounds with the intention of suicide. Another interest halted his hand, and instead of killing himself, he found he was following another pony. This pony was different from every other pony he had ever met, she seemed less bound by ‘morals’, and being ‘good’.
After a good week of observing her from afar (not noticing he had been moving further and further into the cold north) he gathered his confidence and approached her. She was not as ‘evil’ as he had imagined, actually allowing him to explain himself, and even travel with her.
Despite their less-than-desirable meeting, they shortly became friends, close friends, and when they came across a large castle, looking to suit a pair of pony-hating ponies, they made themselves a home within.
Age: 24
Type: Pegasus
Symbol: A pair of Seraphim wings
Colours: White body with black mane/tail, has a dark red stripe down his mane and his tail, also has 3 pairs of wings.
Powers: Flight
Description/temperament: Seraph is (more often) a very quiet, brooding pony. Despite his name, and symbol, he does not often smile, or bear any sort of angelic properties, aside from his power of flight. His respect is hard earned, even harder is his affection, and to this date the only one to earn either is his close (and only) friend, Jinx.
Birthplace: Ponyville
History: When a young foal was born with 3 pairs of tiny little wings, a pure white colouration, the only ‘imperfection’ being a pair of Seraphim wings on his thigh, the small community thought they had been gifted an angel. As was severely hinted at by his appearance, and symbol, the newborn was name Seraph, after the order of Angels bearing the same six wings.
These factors formed a natural preconception, a misconception, that this foal would grow into the most good-natured pony in the town. While Seraph’s upbringing, and living environment supported this idea, it could only hide the true Seraph for so long.
The smiles, the laughs, the ‘hello, how are you’’s eventually became too much for him to handle, and late in his teenage years, he snapped. The incident frightened his mother to the point where she was afraid to speak to him, or even look at him, despite the fact he had not laid a hand on her. So close he had been, his hoof ready to stamp down onto her face, when he managed to regain control of himself.
After the event, people looked on him differently, their smiles always forced, if there at all. For the first time in his relatively short life he realised how much he missed being treated as an angel. Knowing he had destroyed any chance he had of returning to his previous niche in life, he began to hate not only the other people of his town, but himself as well. With no friends, a family too scared to go near him, and a public who’s interactions with him were of politeness at best, Seraph had nobody to confide in, and his anger only grew.
Seeing only one solution to the problem, Seraph left the town, wandering out in to the surrounds with the intention of suicide. Another interest halted his hand, and instead of killing himself, he found he was following another pony. This pony was different from every other pony he had ever met, she seemed less bound by ‘morals’, and being ‘good’.
After a good week of observing her from afar (not noticing he had been moving further and further into the cold north) he gathered his confidence and approached her. She was not as ‘evil’ as he had imagined, actually allowing him to explain himself, and even travel with her.
Despite their less-than-desirable meeting, they shortly became friends, close friends, and when they came across a large castle, looking to suit a pair of pony-hating ponies, they made themselves a home within.
