EROS.

[EROS]

EQUINE APPLICATION.

name: Eros.
colour: Buckskin.
markings: Black stockings, half white face.
breed: Paint.
age: Five.
gender: Stallion.
height: 16hh.
alliance: Plains herd.
voiced by: Anthony Hopkins.
theme song: Dead Bodies Everywhere - Korn.

sire:
Diablo, 9, dun, paint, stallion.

dam: ( if on site )
Nukpana, 6, grulla, paint, mare.

siblings: ( if on site )
Cyclops, 3, grulla, paint, stallion.

foals: ( if on site )
None.

personality:
SCHIZOPHRENIC:

Eros suffers from a case of undifferentiated schizophrenia; meaning he's affected by nearly every type of schizophrenia. With this type of mental disorder, Eros may undergo a change of personality with a quickness. An easier way to put it is, Eros is a nut who's tasted nearly every color of the rainbow. Eros' hallucinations are one of his favorite symptoms of the disease, and one of his most hated symptoms of the disease. His hallucinations are based off of what his mood is like. Depending on how angry he is, his mind may create some sort of disgusting, mutated beast with four heads, or some deceivingly innocent, agile creature that has a craving for his flesh.

Alongside his hallucinations, Eros has a child-like feel to him. No, not sweet or innocent; but more of that ignorant, carefree, rebellious brat. This trait has been generously provided by his disorganized schizophrenia symptoms. That being said, Eros also suffers a lack of emotion. No, his emotion isn't entirely gone, he still expresses basic emotions such as anger, joy and sorrow. Though anything else, shame, remorse and pity, have no trace in the beast whatsoever.

His thoughts have been poisoned by the disease, and have lost any hope for organization. Eros' thoughts are always rushed, racing through his mind in a never ending stream. His concentration has also been greatly affected by the disease, and Eros lacks the power to keep his mind focused on any one thing for too long. Be it a task, a mission or a simple question.

INSENSITIVE:

Oh, come now. You hadn't actually believed a beast to care for you, did you? Eros is the last creature you'd lean on for mercy, let alone your feelings. If he's offended you, don't even bother wasting your time telling him. It's likely he'd laugh at you. That, or flash you his signature smug 'grin'. Eros does not care for or your petty feelings. He cares not for your love, your child or your dead mother. He rather enjoys disregarding anything touchey-feely you may say. Anything that may make you rub off as weak. He sees your concern, your love, your sympathy as an advantage. Something for him to bend and twist to his heart's desire.

SARCASTIC:

It isn't very hard to believe such a creature could have some sense of humor. Even if it means for him to play his irritation game on you. Eros doesn't care how long it takes, but once he's baited you on his hook of sarcasm, he'll taunt you- mock you, anything that drives you off the deep end. He takes great pleasure in doing so, and does anything within his power to piss you off. It's his way of having fun. Sarcasm is just one of the many talents he has to offer. Because if his stench, or his looks don't piss you off- his constant mocking will surely do the trick. Unless you're deaf, that is. Then it probably wouldn't do any good.

SOCIAL:

Ah, yes. Eros isn't your everyday, average-Joe schizophrenic. No, no no. Eros prefers to have company among him. To amuse him, to entertain him, to please him. Though Eros doesn't enjoy large groups. It tends to set something off inside of him. A thing that in a way, claws at the back of his skull in an attempt to escape the cramped space. Though when not in large groups, Eros is his usual carefree, selfish buffoon he is. Company is something Eros craves, desires, needs. Just a guilty pleasure that Eros prefers to keep rather than let go.

history:

Most would say that Eros had been created, not birthed. No mare could birth such a fiend, they say. But only if they had been their on the day of his arrival, birth, whichever you prefer. Eros was a playful little sprout, hopping along with naivety without a care in the world. Though even with his playful attitude, his mother found something a little. . .off, about him. Something not quite evil, but not quite good. It didn't take long before the darker part of his personality began to appear. It first revealed its hideous features to his parents when he was a yearling. A storm had passed through, and the younger foals that had wandered off and had found themselves lost, never returned. When found, they were hardly recognizable. When confronted, Eros simply replied, "It was the storm, silly goose."

His parents, though, knew better. They weren't as easily fooled as the others, and knowing their son- it wasn't the storm that had taken their lives. His deranged, manic thoughts soon worsened to the point that he had been banished from the herd. Ahh, yes. The Cimmaron Herd. He'd never quite cared for them anyway, but they'd soon pay for abandoning him, leaving him out on his own.

And so, the uprisal of a new Eros began. He picked up what dignity he had left and traveled far from Cimarron. The fancy of creating his own herd had crossed his mind several times, though only time would tell if he actually succeeded in making one.

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