[ stranger than FICTION ] sadik

[ℒuci]

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IT'S STRANGER THAN FICTION
(how you've decayed)

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name • Sadik (Suh - deek)
age • Six years
gender • Stallion
species • Equine
breed • Sorraia/Mustang x Friesian/Paint/Irish Draught/Quarter Horse/Shire/Belgian/Appendix/Thoroughbred
sexuality • Pansexual

dominion • Angletus

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personality •

Sadik usually appears as excitable, overly friendly and hyperactive. He'll go out of his way to help someone out and seems to take pride in being kind and gentlemanly. Rather eccentric, it's not uncommon to find him talking to himself or to inanimate objects if he's particularly lonely. Because of his disease he's grown used to being shunned and left to his own devices, and since he doesn't take loneliness well he had to find some way to cope. Most everything that he allows anyone to see is a guise though, one that he's put so much time and devotion into that the persona has somewhat taken over.

The truth about Sadik is that there is nothing he hates more than himself. He sees himself as a failure, a disgrace, and he is disgusted with himself. Other than self loathing he's in the realm of chronically depressed. Maybe because he can't come to terms with what is happening to him, but maybe more because he fully understands the untimely fate that awaits him. He tends to fidget nearly nonstop and rarely sits still, if asked why he'd simply say he doesn't know but the truth is more along the lines of that he knows how little time he has, and wasting seconds sitting idle isn't something he can take. He tends to try and be open, but when directly asked questions about himself or his past he'll usually always lie. Skilled in the art of deception, he'll appear completely open and forth coming while not revealing a single detail in reality. He longs for companionship but at the same time feels as though he should emotionally distance himself, random flings are not uncommon with him. If pushed he can be downright cold and detached, not afraid to dirty his hands if need be.

While he portrays himself as passive he's certainly not incapable of violence if need be, though he'd typically rather avoid a problem rather than solve it or face it head on.

likes •

rainy days, sunny days, open spaces, forests, friendship, kindness, respect, loyalty, freedom, social interaction, spring.

dislikes •

autumn, winter, overly hot weather, feeling trapped, barren places, loneliness, pain, his illness, rudeness.

weaknesses •

sick, life span is considerably shortened, incapable of maintaining speed for any real distance, aspirates blood into his lungs, pale eyes are sensitive to direct sunlight, often suffers from muscle weakness and fatigue, hemorrhaging from his eyes distorts vision when it happens, slight of build and therefore lacking in brute strength.

strengths •

quick, sly, cunning, intelligent, friendly, agile, exceptional hearing, skilled enough in the basics of combat to get by if he really needs to, considerate, passionate.

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pelt color • Silver Dun Snowcap; Mane & Tail are a mixture of blacks, greys, browns and silvers. Lighter toward the tips.
eye color • Soft/Pale Green.
height • Fifteen point three hands.
weight • 925lbs
markings • Snowcap over rump, white speckling scattered over his body, dorsal stripe and primitive barring + points.
scars • Indistinct and rather typical small ones scattered over him, none that particularly stand out.
general appearance •

Sadik is slight of stature, more so than most stallions. His skull is slender and his profile straight, baring strong resemblance to a typical thoroughbred, though his jaw is a bit thicker. His chest and ribcage are narrow though his heart-girth is deep, making up for the lack in width. His legs are long and and well defined with lean muscle, slightly feathered around the fetlocks. His pasterns have a good angle to them, but are a tad on the long side. His stifles don't have much angle to them, and his hocks are set similarly because of this, inhibiting his ability to have a push when lunging forward or taking off quickly. It's not uncommon for him to be rather disheveled, his mane and tail are usually tangled and often stuck with twigs and debris. The feathering at his fetlocks is usually home to burrs and his face is often stained with his own dried blood.

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history •

Sadik was born in a land not all that different from this. A land of royals and alliances, of conflict and war. Born to two of the royals of an alliance, he was to be heir to the throne along-side his sister. The first few months of their life were normal enough, but their father began to grow more and more distanced until one day he disappeared, it was unclear whether the ill stallion had died or simply left for some reason, but it left the land without a king and Sadik without a father. His whore of a mother threw herself on the first stallion that came along and proclaimed himself king, though he had no true right to that throne. Sadik's mother immediately tossed he and his sister off to some slave mare so that she wouldn't be burdened by them. Their 'adoptive' mother loathed them, she hated being stuck with them and took every chance she got to let them know how they deserved to be dead. Stripped of their titles as heirs they were nothing more than lowly commoners anymore, and near their first birthday the two decided to escape together. Surely there was a better life out there, one with freedom and adventure. One away from that abusive hag of a mare that was so fond of beating them down, physically and mentally.

The two yearlings wandered for some time, managing to survive despite the odds against them and having nothing but each other as company. Near their second year the two were separated, though later Sadik began to suspect his sister snuck off simply to be rid of him. He was desperate to find her, she was all he had and all he knew, his only friend and company. He set off, determined to find her. He kept looking even when he was tired and hungry, through harsh weather and hostile territories. When he passed his third year he began to notice something wasn't quite right with him anymore. Despite his constant traveling he began to lose muscle tone, no matter how much he ate it was hard to maintain weight. Some days he'd ache too much to even move, and often it felt as though he was too tired to even pick up his feet to walk. He didn't let this stop him, he forced himself along even when his body screamed in protest. His symptoms progressed as time went by, it wasn't too long before his lungs often ached and coughing up blood wasn't unusual. It got more sporadic and frequent as he came closer to his fourth year, some days he'd bleed out of his eyes, nose and mouth, now and again his ears as well.

He grew accustomed to being blinded by and choking on his own blood. At this point it was rather obvious he was ill, and others began to avoid him even more. No one wanted to come near him, the diseased creature that they no doubt assumed was contagious. No one wants to catch that, whatever it was. He'd begun to accept that he'd simply be shunned, lost to die alone in this world. Wandering far from any herd lands he happened across another lone equine, lying prone on the ground. Closer examination revealed it to be a familiar face, his father that had left him so long ago. The grullo stallion was in horrible condition, lacking muscle and weight, his pale eyes glazed over and blood spraying from his mouth and nose with every wheezing breath. Sadik could tell easily enough that it was the same as whatever he had, some genetic disease that was sentencing him to death. He stayed there, until the dying stallion gave his last raspy breath before setting off again. Months later he encountered his long lost sister by chance, she'd left him without even saying good bye to find some life on her own. She'd found some stallion that called himself a king, gotten her own fancy new title to boot. She had nothing to say to Sadik, maybe she pitied him but he didn't care. By the end of their meeting he was more frustrated and heart-broken than ever, she'd left him, abandoned him just like their whore mother and now in his eyes she was no better.

After a few weeks of sulking about he came to the realization that being bitter and anguished was doing him no favors, he didn't want to die alone in the wilderness somewhere. Forcing himself to at least mask his inward self loathing he slowly dissolved into madness, leaving him in his current state by the time the floods washed him ashore here.

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roleplay post •

Anixiel's jaw clenched tightly, ears pinned as far back against his brindled nape as they could possibly go as he continued to stare down the piebald imperial. Every muscle under his uniquely barred coat was held tense to the point it was nearly tiresome. Every now and then a slight shake of a strained muscle became visible as he fought the urge to simply explode with rage. Ixie was a creature who had prided himself on the fact that he'd never felt cruelness in his heart, he'd never felt the desire to simply hurt someone. Though, in this moment as that infuriating immortal laughed in front of him he could feel no stronger desire than to strike out. It was at this point that the yearling found himself wishing that immortality was only a thing of legend, that the imperial before him could be killed. While the immortality of the other stallion hindered his current malicious intent it was probably for the best.

While the world certainly wouldn't miss anyone as deserving of a death sentence as Nether some part of the colt knew that he'd never be able to live with being a murderer, not even in the case of someone as foul and deserving as the stallion in front of him. Bi colored lips twitched and pulled back in a distasteful sneer at the internal words Nether projected upon him. An heir, as if someone as disgusting as Nether was deserving of such a thing as a child to be their heir. After all, Nether was immortal, what possible use could he have for an heir? The child of the earth deity raised his head in a sharp, indignant jerk. His soaked, frosted forelock was tossed violently between his ears as his rich jade gaze narrowed yet again.

"What use could you possibly have for an heir?" His words were spoken with a bitter flatness that was foreign to the brindled yearling. He remained silent for a few seconds longer until Nether spoke again, at this point he'd begun to part his jaws in a retort but paused half way, jaw hanging slack in an awkward manner. In a sudden manner his jaw snapped closed with a quiet 'click' of his teeth as he relaxed just ever so slightly into a less raging and more seething state, narrowed eyes still locked on the painted imperial. Some part of him felt in protest of the imperial's words about his future half sibling coming to live with its' father. Of course, while Ixie knew little to nothing about how fathers were supposed to be he couldn't help but feel as though Nether didn't fit the bill at all.

And while he had already unintentionally formed an inherent dislike for the foal his mother was carrying he felt as though it shouldn't have to live with the likes of Nether, no matter what. A sharp snort escaped the colt's flared nostrils as he gave his tail an irritated, sharp flick. The rain that fell upon them had at least transformed back into water, though it still poured down brutally. Before Anixiel had the chance to say anything in protest to the emperor's earlier words the imperial made a sudden command. Ixie's lips pulled back slightly in wrinkled distaste at being ordered around by Nether. He wasn't usually the one to ignore when he was being told to do something or even to state dislike at such but today he felt the urge to rebel welling within him. However, despite such desires and his natural naivety he was still smart enough to know that Nether shared similar powers with his dam, and that he could make him do whatever the task was if it really came down to it.

An indignant huff of a sound left him as he reluctantly tromped forward, trailing just behind the painted imperial. The flooded ground splashed mud up his soaked body, coating his ivory marked forelegs with a thick coating of brown sludge as well as spraying up his chest, underbelly and hind legs. The colt uttered a quiet snort as they walked along, his gaze drifting slightly upward toward the top of the aged castle. He couldn't help but feel just a bit curious about it, though he quickly pushed such thoughts away with a shake of his head. He was supposed to be mad right now, curious things would have to be considered later as he had no time for such foolishness now.

He paused briefly as the moat froze so Nether and presumably Ixie himself could cross. He couldn't help but feel a bit belittled by such, rage boiling within him as he let out another low snort, glaring briefly at the painted stallion before slinking across the ice as well. Anixiel wasn't fond of the coldness against his feathered hooves, his jaw clenching slightly as he wandered across it. The water in the moat shifted in current, small waves forming in the colt's wake as they grew more fierce before crashing hard against the ice, smashing through it just as he set foot on the solid floor of the castle. Taupe fore hooves clopped against the stone as he followed Nether through the door that seemed to be held in place by the rusty, aged hinges. Ixie's ears twitched slightly and as he made it through the door he manipulated the hinges curiously, unintentionally over-doing his metal bending and causing the door to slam loudly shut, the hinges squeaking quite loudly in their protest.

He uttered a quiet snort, gaze returning to Nether as he offered no apology. The buckskin colt found himself admittedly a bit disappointed that there was little else he could do within the castle to cause a ruckus since the entire castle was made of stone. Despite being the son of the earth god and a master earth bender it had been ironic that earth bending was far from his specialty. Given his already temperamental state he was agitated a bit more by this, the waves within the moat that he'd summoned crashing loudly against the ancient walls of the castle. Outside the thunder still cracked and rumbled, shaking the very ground beneath his feet as the storm continued to torment the lands now without any control from the colt to guide it.

Anixiel tromped along gracelessly as his hooves thudded and clacked loudly against the hard floor, his muzzle still wrinkled in distaste and ears still splayed at his poll. He felt just the slightest bit claustrophobic as he followed the imperial down the hallway, disliking the fact that he could see no sky above him. Even within the depths of the grove the wind still openly carried the scents of the world around giving it an open feel; there was no such thing here.

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name • Luci
age • OVER 9,000!
experience • 7 years.
how you found us • magiiiic

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lost within your ways.

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[Byrdlet]

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ERMIGERD! Can't wait to rp with him! Love me some Sadik! I am sure he will make many friends---well, mostly enemies here. Hahaha! Which is always fun! Be sure to post in all the necessary claims threads and the joining thread of Angletus. Dude----it's going to be so funny having him around to pester Illy. They must meet ASAP! <333

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