The Horseman
Name: Rathsvith
Nicknames: Wrath/Rath
Gender: Male
Age: -- N/A
Original Clan: Death
Job Role: Ashen Soldier
Personality:
Determined: Wrath knew from as soon as he was old enough to hold a deadly weapon in his hand that he wanted to be one of Death's ashen soldiers. He seemed to just have a natural skill towards weaponry, and with an accomplished family background, it seemed that he was destined for this path. He was a hard worker, up early to train and to bed late nearly every single day. He had a set goal in mind and he worked towards it, much as he did with all things, big and small. Every task he is given, every mission big or small, he sets himself to with vigor, and does not stop until it is complete.
Appears broody: Wrath is generally not an unhappy sort, but it would be hard to tell just by looking at him. He's very thoughtful, and tends to choose his words carefully, but while he is thinking hard he tends to not smile very much, save for the occasional cocky smirk, or if he's had enough to drink that fuzzy thinking overrides his common sense. His mouth is most often set in a straight line, and to many who don't know him it would be quite easy to misconstrue his true feelings in any given situation. Sometimes, this can actually be used to his advantage, giving him the element of surprise. By learning to school his facial features carefully, he can often mask his actual intentions.
Workaholic: This horseman lives, eats and breathes his job. He loves to reap humans and harvest as much Fear as he possibly can. He enjoys the rush of it all, the adrenaline pumping through his veins combined with the sweet taste of Fear. There is not a thing in the world that he could possibly enjoy more then this. He will have his fill of it, and then take more. As a soldier from a fairly well known familial line, there have been offers to him in the past to become what others would call more.
A guardian to a priestess.
Wrath has declined to take that route, however. He prefers his line of duty the way that it is. He means no disrespect to the priestesses, and will indeed serve them in whatever way they require, but he will choose for now to not bind himself to any one in particular, enjoying his freedom far too much to give it up just yet, or to even make himself more of a candidate for the choosing by even taking on the title. A soldier he is and a soldier he wishes to remain.
And then things just got a little out of hand...: Wrath has two prominent weaknesses in his life. First, is that he enjoys a good drink, or several, on occasion. Of course, he can't stop at just one! Unfortunately, he seems unable to school himself in knowing when enough is enough, and will, if not stopped, drink himself into senselessness, which can lead to great many problematic scenario's to take place. He could get violent, and decide to start a brawl. He could just become a bit...frisky and go home with just about anybody! He could decide to go streaking, or he could just pass out completely. One thing is for certain, he never seems to remember any of what he did the night before.
And he also never seems to regret it very much, either, despite his family calling it an "embarrassing habit"
His second weakness is his blood lust. He has been known to go a bit crazy on the battlefield at times, to suddenly only seem to care about one thing only, and that is to destroy everything in sight, and to make it bleed. Luckily, he has never actually attacked any of his own kind. However, it does tend to make him quite reckless, both to himself and to the others that might be depending on him to stick to a certain plan. He can, with great effort and willpower, control his urges for the most part, but when he goes off the handle well....He really goes off the handle.
His reactions to his home being destroyed:
Wrath has been stationed on an outpost in the human world for quite some time. Several years worth of time. He has had no contact with his family or with any of his friends, only with those few that he was stationed with. Some few messengers and odd letters seemed to make it to them on their location, but for the most part things were quiet. He was Reaping Fear, doing what he loved, and to him nothing else really mattered, because if there was one thing that was absolute, it was Death.
When the word finally came that they were to stop killing humans, and only to reap their Fear through scare tactics alone, there had been confusion. The order had been given by Death himself, and was not one to be ignored, and shortly afterwards another message arrived, one bidding them to come home.
Home. It had been so long since he'd been on the isle of death. A part of him was apprehensive at the thought, at having to readjust his life until the next mission called him out again.
Except the next message, arriving on the same day that they began dismantling their camp, came with a new surprise as well. They were to come home, but not to the home they were envisioning. Instead, they were to travel to a place in Halloween, to a plot of land near a school called Amityville Academy.
It was confusing, and quite distressing as well, but they began to travel as directed, and on their way they began to hear more, through rumor, through letters, through a backlog of messages that had been sent but had never arrived finally caught up with them.
The isles were no longer. Hunters had destroyed them, along with many of it's occupants.
There are no words to describe Wrath's anguish and all encompassing rage that came with this news, but above all else there was still the confusion. How could this all have happened? And why had they been told to stop their more conventional means of reaping? And other questions still, as he wondered at the safety of his own family. His parents, his sibling. What had become of them all?
In the lost clans he will make his fresh start, but it is with a bitterness and aching in his heart. He will do whatever it might take to restore the horsemen to their former glory, to restore their homes, to make things right again, by whatever means necessary.
Mount Form:
Pale, ghost like wispy/shadowy mount that appears to be very moose like in shape (it totally has a wispy chin beard)
Weapon Form:
Curved blade/long dagger/sword (See ref)
FEAR ATTACK: Wrath's weapon becomes suddenly very wispy and shadowy in appearance, before duplicating itself into his free hand, so that he can strike at his opponent once with each, simultaneously or one quickly after another, before it reverts back into a single weapon once more.
Follows Double Take fear attack mechanics.
Physical Description:
Eye Colour: Red
Hair Colour/Style: Black/very dark brown
Skin Colour: tan
Clothing Style/Colours: Blue with some red, trimmed with fur in places
Extra: hair is long, down past his knees/mid calf in length. he has a beard. Horns. Dark makeup around eyes. Silver jointed claws on thumb and index finger on each hand. earrings.
References: Ref on the right links to larger version! Also have these:
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