Username: broken*
Show Name: dip my head in bleach
Barn Name: bleach
Gender: stallion
Halter: black with what looks like dripping blood markings
3 Extras:
personality; angry. violent. spiteful. "you think just because the sun doesn't burn you, that you're better than me? that you're immunity to the harmful rays that tear apart my skin - that cause me pain - makes you superior? that's not true. I may have polymorphic light eruption, also known as sun poisoning allergy, but that doesn't make me weak. and yeah, I'm blind too. so what? i have a better sense of smell and hearing than you do, for sure. so you tell me once, just once, that I am inferior to you, or anything else even somewhat insulting, and you can expect to face my wrath. I used to be shy and scared and would allow anyone to walk all over me; not anymore. I would sooner take my hooves and teeth to your flesh and tear you apart, than allow you to say anything rude to me. so watch your back."
art; by galaxy~wolf & Kabbler
short story;"my early life sucked. I was born blind. I was born with my sun allergy. and ever since the first day I was introduced to the herd, which was like two days after I was born, I was excluded. they teased me. called me names. i was the freak. the nuisance. the hazard. the one no one wanted.. and as if the verbal abuse wasn't enough, they turned the bullying physical. they tripped me. purposefully made me run into things. of course, the worst was when they would trick me out of the shade and into the sun; they would sit on me, hold me down, anything they had to, to make sure that my face got burnt. it was excruciating. and of course, I had to play the tough guy around my mother. I didn't want her to know what I was going through. I blamed everything on myself, saying the injuries were accidents; I never named names. it didn't help that I was a yearling when our owner started holding me in the barn during the day, and letting me out with the other tolters at night only; they said I was getting special treatment, so of course the bullying got worse. that is, until my mom caught it. I was about two years old at that time, and I was trying to graze off by myself at the edge of the pasture. the trio of colts that had been my main tormentors all my life came up to me; I heard them approaching, of course, and could scent who they were. but before I had a chance to say a thing, they started out. and they were worse than normal. they weren't just tripping me and pushing me around; they started kicking me and nipping me, in the midst of throwing insults. that's when my mom finally saw what was happening. she galloped over, and, as the lead mare of our little herd, she ripped them a new one; screaming and rounding them all up and away. that's the day that I became who I am now. my mother stuck by my side, taught me how to be strong, and not to let anyone hurt me. she was my strength, and still is to this day, even though she is no longer with me. she passed away about a year ago; I heard the vet say it was something called colic. all I know is I lay with her, my large body wrapped around hers from behind, as she lay there in agony; I did not leave her side until far after she had taken her last breath. I made her a promise, her dying wish call it; that I would never again let anyone treat me the way I was treated in the past. and so I never will."
