Stolas

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Name: Stolas [Origin: A High Prince of Hell]
Gender: Stallion
Breed: [Akhal-TekexThoroughbred] X[MustangxMarwari]
Genetics: :aaEeDdSplSplRr
Age: 7 Years
Arrived in MUSTANG: Winter, Year Nine
Coat Color: Grullo Roan Splash
Height: 16 HH
Eye Color: Green

Personality:

Stolas, first and foremost, sees himself as the champion of justice. The bringer of light to even the darkest corners of the world, and the vanquisher of ne'er-do-wells. He has a strong sense of justice that few to none can break; he knows what is right, knows what is wrong, and will spare nothing in his 'quest' to set things straight that the ages have otherwise forgotten. However valiant it may seem, when others do get to know him better, they may realize that Stolas' sense of 'right' and 'wrong' isn't what he makes it to seem. Where he sees innocents, struggling to get by in the world, and being punished for their last ditch efforts at survival, most others would quickly put them as marauders. Those who he claims as hunters of sport? Murderers. Seldom does Stolas defend someone fiercely who otherwise would be cast out or killed themselves; they are his 'people', and he will do everything he can to protect them.

But by doing anything and everything he can to 'protect' those he takes  a liking to, Stolas can become more than a little...obsessive. Sometimes it's over just one other person, sometimes a group. Sometimes it's even over rocks or a certain constellation in the sky; it doesn't matter what it really is, Stolas simply has a reputation for obsessing over every minute detail of said person or thing. What he obsesses the most about them, however, is their safety. Stolas is not only obsessive, but incredibly dominant and possessive. What is his is his alone, and he will put any other weakling into place without a second thought to prove it. It is for their safety, after all, that he keep his most precious of people and things away from the rest of the world. If his precious leaves him, he won't hesitate to hunt them down and drag them back; they obviously don't understand what's best for them.

Of course, Stolas does his best to stifle any thoughts of leaving him or his group on a daily basis. His commanding presence and radiating dominance is usually enough to instill fear into the hearts of those beneath him. His speeches often try to worm their way into his subject's minds, leaving them weak and vulnerable. What would they do without him? He was their protector, their champion, their savior. He had dragged them from the ashes of their past lives and into the glorious dawn of the coming age. Where would they be if he had not saved them? What would they be if they tried to defy him? The same as those that he had liberated them from.

But as commanding and strong as Stolas projects himself to be, when it comes to his fanatical worship of his deity, he's often reduced to a blubbering mess. His love for his god, Chernobog, often borderlines insanity. He watches the stars as obsessively as he watches his followers, hoping to catch a glimpse of the dark lord who drives him. He prays to him every night, claiming his work is in the night 'god's honor, sometimes setting up blood rituals, complete with sacrifices of the flesh. The larger the sacrifice, the more aid is said to be sent. Occasionally, Stolas will horde shiny stones, waiting for such a ritual to arise, before offering them as well. The brighter the shine, the more likely the god will accept it.

While many have condemned Stolas, he truly means well in all that he does, in his own way.

History:

Born to a nomadic, and highly superstitious, herd, Stolas learned quickly how difficult life could be. From day one, his head was filled with myths and legends, and taught to be afraid of the world. While he was young, he simply accepted it, but as he grew, he rebelled. Instead of being afraid, he chose to pride himself in becoming what the one god he worshipped wished him to be. He took it upon himself to uphold the 'virtues' his god preached, but in the end began to turn his family against him due to his zealous behavior. Once they finally chased him out, Stolas thought little of it. Instead, he roamed around, gathering up the lost and the desperate to his 'cause'. Once he had enough people at his disposal, he took them to his family, and had them all slaughtered.

He deemed it a 'blood sacrifice' to his god so that his family may repent with their lives. Though few of his own people survived the encounter themselves, those that fell under his command were seen as martyrs. Soon finding himself alone once more, Stolas made his way towards MUSTANG, seeking a new future for his movement.

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