jack of spades

[Arynn]

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name;; jack of spades
alias;; jack
age;; four years
gender;; stallion
desired herd;; catalyst
desired rank;; lead stallion

maybe the world is gonna spin out of control

breed;; thoroughbred
mane;; long, dark chestnut
coat;; sleek and glossy, dark chestnut, four white socks
tail;; long, dark chestnut streaked black
eyes;; large, round, dark amber-brown
appearance;; Jack is fairly ordinary looking, approximately 16 hands high, muscular, and stream-lined. He's covered in a deep chestnut colored coat that is much shinier than it should be, considering he's wild. His legs are white from his hooves to two inches below his knees, and his mane and tail are a darker chestnut streaked with black. His legs are powerful and long, designed for running at high speeds. He walks with a swagger, confident and arrogant, and holds his tail and head high, but his arrogance is coupled with a bouncy, child-like cheer that can't be ignored.
picture;;one two three

I don't care anymore

personality;; Jack is nothing like the aggressive horses one so often sees; he hasn't got a vicious bone in his body. He's sweet and charming, always attentive to his herd members, and he always has a joke on the tip of his tongue. His dearest friend is a crow that visits him now and again, relaying news to him that otherwise the herd would not know of until days or weeks later. Jack is bold and loud, but never crude, he believes in boundaries and courtly manners. He's a jester at heart and has a hard time being serious about anything, but he does have an affinity for politics, and will force a more serious facade in place when doing his leaderly duties.

Despite not being a particularly aggressive stallion, Jack is not a pushover either. Admittedly, his fighting skills are quite less than many other horses, but he makes up for than in intelligence. He cares deeply for his herd, and would not take lightly to any threat to it or his leadership of it. It takes a lot to anger him, and he'll usually forgive any offensive behavior after the culprit is well and properly beaten, but if you do manage to really piss him off, expect to regret it tomorrow. He's very private about his past, and never speaks of his family, except for his sister, whom he is searching for. He has no interest in taking a mate or raising offspring, rather scarred from the way his own parents raised him.
strengths;; charming others
politics
understanding multiple view points
weaknesses;; fighting
being serious
prone to bouts of misery
fears;; becoming his father
spiders

what if I quit today working for the man

sire;; poseidon
dam;; queen of hearts
other;; joker [jack's sister], calliope [poseidon's sister], ace of spades [jack's brother]
offspring;; n/a
nativity;; Mainland
history;; Over on the mainland there are four small "kingdoms", with the very unimaginative names of Hearts, Diamonds, Spades, and Clubs. These kingdoms are individually smaller than the whole of Decessus, but together are much bigger, and the Kings of each are always warring with each other in an attempt to gain control of all four kingdoms. Many years ago, the kingdoms of Spades and Hearts made a truce, betrothing the eldest daughter of the Hearts king to the heir of Spades, who was to take the throne in a matter of years. Proud Poseidon, the new King of Spades, took his new queen with the oath that Hearts and Spades would forever stand side by side, and as a promise of that oath, the Hearts daughter shed her given name and took instead the name Queen of Hearts.

Their first child was a filly, but they had no desire for fillies, and they named her Joker and left her rearing to the queen's handmaidens. Two years later they had twin sons, Jack of Spades and Ace of Spades, and they were precious. They did have a dilemma though, unsure which twin would become the heir, and which would become, like Joker, a bargaining chip for the other two kingdoms. As the colts grew older, the decision became less difficult to make; Jack was far cleverer than his brother, but he was a troublemaker and jester, and clearly was fond of his rejected sister. Ace was obedient, not bright but loyal and strong, and he soon became their parents favorite. It didn't bother Joker, years of rejection and passive aggressive abuse had hardened her, and she was cold. It did bother Jack, but he was young, and Joker told him he would get over it.

The years went by and the siblings grew older, but still Jack did not get over it; he wanted his parents to love him, but no matter his actions, they were always wrong. He grew bitter towards his brother, and more distant from his parents; the only one who seems to like him at all was his sister, and secretly he thought she was insane. He was two years old when she ran away, never to be seen again, and he was left alone in a herd where no one loved him. For months he did nothing but mourn, keeping away from the herd and engaging in none of his playful pranks and games. He listened to the gossip of the birds, and one wise crow told him she had seen his sister many miles westward, intent on making her way to the island of Decessus. His heart was warmed, he knew she would make it, but part of him raged at her for not taking him with her. Only weeks later would he learn why she had run so abruptly.

His mother came to him one day and told him Joker had been promised to the Clubs heir, but now that she had fled, another mare had been given to the heir. The King was furious with Jack's parents for what he perceived as an insult to his family, and to make up for it, Jack was to go to Clubs and take the King's only daughter as his mate, and live as the court jester. Now that was all well and good, as Jack loved to jest, and a jester was often a secret advisor, but he had met the Clubs princess and she was an ill-tempered creature prone to violent outbursts. He felt cold, knowing he must spend the rest of his life with this witch, and he slept restlessly that night, until the flutter of wings woke him. The crow that had told him of his sister was in the tree above him, her black eyes glittering. 'The icebridge will take you to Decessus, my friend, and there you can live your own life.' She flew off then, westwards, and without even thinking, Jack followed her, galloping as fast as he could into the night. He made it to Decessus with the crow leading him all the way, and when he arrived, he wasted no time in establishing himself as an un-royal herd leader.

who said I've had enough well maybe I can

intelligence;; 13
strength;; 6
stamina;; 11
speed;; 11
agility;; 8

it's all gonna end anyway

alias;; Arynn
age;; This Many *holds up many fingers*
gender;; I is girl
team;; Team Bowie. David Bowie.
rp sample;;

She yawned, narrow jaws opening wide to reveal rows of sharp, uneven teeth. Those jaws closed slowly, stopping short of the teeth clicking together as she lazily stalked the fawn. Its mother was dead, Zombie knew because she had been the one to kill her. She had eaten her fill and left what remained for the scavengers to find; now she was alleviating her boredom by stalking the unknowing little fawn. He was too young to be away from his mother, and he would soon die without her to care for him. Until then, he was Zombie's. Movement in her peripheral vision made Zombie turn her head just slightly, and she saw a herd of deer grazing a half-mile away. She was downwind of them, so her scent would not frighten them off, and as she watched them, it occurred to her that if she had only gone a short distance further, she could have picked off one of the older herd deer and the little fawn would still have a mother. Oh, how cruel life could be. She snorted softly; it didn't matter now, what was done was done, and she doubted she would have changed her course even if she had known the herd was nearby. That doe was so plump and juicy.

The fawn wandered stilt-legged over to the splitting carcass of a tree, charred and black from a long ago lightning strike. He settled himself between two gnarled roots and rested his head on one, his ears swivelling back and forth, his dark eyes peering out into the world with a confused, forlorn look that could only be interpreted as 'Mommy?' Zombie almost felt a pang of guilt, and then she did feel a pang of guilt, sharp and cruel and sparking a weird maternal instinct. But the fawn was not a wolf, it was a deer, and deer were food, not surrogate offspring. She shook her body violently, as if shaking her fur loose would in turn shake loose the guilt and affection she felt. The fawn heard the dull thumping of her shaking flesh, and leapt clumsily to his feet before dashing away, staggering and tripping the whole time. Sighing, Zombie watched him go; there went her entertainment, but perhaps, with those last few thoughts, that was a good thing. She swished her tail in annoyance and turned away from the running fawn, trotting back towards the copse where his mother lay rotting.

She didn't stop by the corpse, but kept going, inhaling the scent of blood and flesh and not caring. She was tired, but she didn't want to sleep; sleeping brought nightmares. She didn't want to get too close to the pack lands either; the last thing she wanted was to deal with other wolves. So she made her way along the edge of the plains, turning occasionally to watch deer or elk as they roamed the wide spaces, or to watch the birds sail through the pale blue sky. Her violet eyes stood out in shocking contrast to her ebony fur as she gazing all around her, unsure of what it was she was looking for. Shortly, she found a large, flat boulder sunk into the ground. She leapt lightly onto it, her black tail swishing like a cat's, the purple rings flashing in the sun. She laid herself down on the stone, stretching out to warm herself in the sunlight.

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