Maroon

By Darkest Day Dreams

• May 18, 2013




Age: 15

Gender: Male

Species: Pegasus

Appearance: Maroon is a long, strong stallion. He is very large for a ordinary pony, though he is quite fond of his size anyway. His wings are practically the same as any ponies wings, though larger like his own size. Strong, fast, though one his wings are slighty crippled from a time of his horrible past. Though, he is still known for his swift, fascinating flying. Not fast, though slow and careful. The color of his coat is a piercing crimson red that strecthes ear to fore hooves. May friends of his call him ''The Stallion Of Blood'' but he usually just laughs and bumps their sholder in a friendly, humor like way. His mane is sprawled back in a circluar fasion just like Doctor Hooves's mane. It starts at the center of his forehead, right above his large eyes, and it lifts as it makes triangular shapes all the way down until it reaches his shoulder lines. His mane is mutil-colored ebony black and a maroon red darker then his coat. The ebon black is lower then the red as it starts higher in the middle and does the same pattern as the red, only thicker and shorter. His tail is short and stub like. Though, it has a very similar pattern. It starts at his rear before going upward slighty and going downward as it starts to make triangular shapes as if it was fur of some mammal. The color of his tail is the same colors as his mane, maroon red and ebon, though lower on the tail the ebon sorta' fades as it comes up his tail to the top. The top stripe does the same but it's shade is darker and it fades less. His eyes are wide and intelligent. The gaze of his glances are soft, though his expression is mistaken because of his dark, ebon eyes. Other ponies and his friends say that his eyes seem like they have no iris or anything. It just seems black and white.

Cutie Mark: This ponies cutie mark is quite unique indeed. His cutie mark sits at the upper part of his thiegh, obviously. His cutie mark is shaped as a heart parshly tilited sideways. Though, the heart is shaded in with a dark ebon black all the way whole. What catches other ponies is that this heart has a large, elongated wire that wraps around the ebon heart that tilits sideways. Though, this isn't a ordianry wire. It's a barbed wire. Tiny, lighter spikes on the wire poke outward to the sides as if they were sqeezing into the black heart. The wire looks multi-colored, though thats just the marks of the barbs. This appeared when Maroon was a small filly and in the middle of his father abusing him brutally. It meants Maroon's heart was forver trapped in a box..or a barbed wire that if he made a move, he would hurt himself, like that tiny heart doesn't beat because if it does...it dies.

Personality: Maroon is a sweet, humorous stallion. He is young, and mature. Though, he is only mature when he needs to be. But, you know, he is in the teenager years, what do you expect? Just because his wing will be forever crippled, doesn't mean he can't a bit of fun, right? He is still in school, of course, but he stills gets the fun out of school. He likes to trot around, firt with other mares in the school, fail at trying to be cool, and chat with his friends. He usually doesn't pay attention in class, either. He passes notes. So, I would say he is a bit..open, if you know what I mean. He just welcomes anyone, he tries not to fight anyone, and he is very humorous meaning easy to make laugh. He can sometimes get a bit overexcited, but you know..who cares!? Psh. He doesn't. Even though he is mostly happy, he can be protective and strong. A huge part of his beating heart is kind, sweet, funny. A tiny part of his part is pure insanity and rude darkness. That also mixes with his determination and protective behavior. So, don't be afriad to talk to Maroon. He is fine if you don't piss him off.

Backstory: Maroon's backstory is dreadful..and full of horrible memories. So, I'll start it out. Fifth-teen years ago, a large, intelling colt was born. The mother was a slender, beautiful mare named Naomi. Naomi named the behmeoth colt she gave birth to, Maroon. She loved him, and took care of him. The father, on the other hand, was named Trechk. He walked in on Maroon and Naomi, and was suddenly devasted. Maroon remembered the very words of his dark father. ''What. Is. That!?'' Trechk would say madly. Naomi tried responding, but before she could say a word, Trechk smacked her in the face. Naomi hesitated to speak a word, but she was smacked again. The mare had fallen over, and Trechk took the tiny colt by it's leg as he dangled helplessly. The tiny foal started to wail for his mother. Trechk smashed Maroon into a wall, letting him hit the ground and letting blood slowly drip down his limp leg. The tiny colt started to scream with pain. He tried moving, but he felt a terrible pain, and laid back down, wailing violently. Naomi got up, and quickly ran over to Trechk. She shoved him into a wall, and fought him, spitting and slapping. Punching and violent bites. Maroon watched helplessly as blood trickled down his mothers rosey pink body. Suddenly, he heard a loud wail of pain and violence, and he watched his mother fall over to the ground, blood quickly gushing from one spot in her chest. The mare turned a pale green, and Maroon's eyes turned to pigmented slits of horror and sadness. His ears pulled back to his skull as his deadly father stood before the colt. He whispered some words, but they were never heard. Quickly and unexpectedly, he was kicked in the ribs, and he cried throughout the house loudly. After that, the only thing he saw last or felt last was a quick and painful jab and kick, and the foal blacked out. Trechk, thinking the colt died, left the house and traveled far, far away. Soon, Maroon woke up, and scooted over to his mother, the life tooken out of her. He leaned his tiny head against her plump, cold stomach, and sobbed silently. He heard a door slam and loud, unfamiliar yells go throughout the house. He shivered with fear, and pushed against his lifeless mother with terror. A mare with a bright yellow mane and a orange body ran through the kitchen hall, bursting throught the door with police and the ambulance. A screech of horror escaped the mares mouth, and she ran over to Maroon's mother frantically. She poked her, and shook her anxiously. ''Naomi?!'' She yelled, tears filling her eyes. The bright colored mare peeked at Maroon, eyes widening. ''No...no no.'' She whispered, slowly picking Maroon up. Maroon wailed with pain as her hoof clasped his wing. She quickly pulled him at her chest and sobbed uneasily. Police were already roaming the house and the ambulance was wrapping the dead mare in cloth. One of the stallion ambulances asked for Maroon, and he checked over him, wrapping his wing and giving him pain medication. He soon fell asleep in the mares arms, eyes and undereyes full of tears from crying so much.<br /><br />Maroon woke with a start as he was wrapped in a warm, striped blanket with the colors of blue and green scattered over the warm, soft wrap of cloth. He looked around wearily, seeing the nice, organized decorations and designs around him. He finally realized he wasn't in his house. He was in a different room. He wiggled a little, and he made a little speak as he almost rolled atop of his broken wing. He made a small, uneasy wail, and the familiar mare rushed in with a bottle of white liquid. He was hungry, though terrified and shocked. Unexpectedly, she stuck the bottle inside the foals mouth, and the rubber made his mouth feel awkward. He chewed on it and rubbed it around his mouth, trying to find what this was for. Soon enough, he found what he was looking for, and he drank this frantically. This liquid tasted warm and soothing to the colt. He often demanded more from the mare, but she didn't want him to grow to full. - Years past and young Maroon got older. He was eight now. He still lived with the mare that found him with his mother. He didn't know this happened, and the colorful mare was hesitant to tell him that she wasn't his mother. He was already growing suspicious about her as he got older anyways. He was already in school, and already knew his wing was forever crippled. The mare tiold him his wing was crippled because he fell down a stair way as a foal, but it wasn't the truth. One day, another foal came up to him. His name was Colbalt. Colbalt was a earth pony, though other foals said he was filled with power. What power was he filled with? Thought Maroon. Colbalt foced him to start becoming a bully. If he didn't, Colbalt threatened to kill him with his ''Earth pony powers''. Maroon was extremly horrified by this lie. It was a lie. Maroon surely didn't want to die, so he started to bully. Foals started to cry and hide because of him. He felt terrible, but whenever he tried to stop, Colbalt would give him a stare, and Maroon kept calling other foals names. ''Since we are both bigger then these stupid foals, we could to this all year!'' The foal had said, laughing. Maroon and Colbalt reached ten years, and Maroon started to grow fond of bullying.<br /><br />Years passed, and soon enough he was thirteen. Colbalt laughed and become good ''friends'' with Maroon. Maroon now loved to bully smaller ponies. He shoved them around. He didn't just call them names, but he hurt them. He sometimes shoves, he sometimes bit, he sometimes caused bleeding. He got introuble, though that didn't stop him nor' Colbalt. One day, he got enraged, and beat up a helpless, tiny foal which was five to seven years old. The crying and pleads flowed through him like electric flowing through his body. He jerked back a little, the blood on his hooves making him want to puke. He finally realized what he did to himself, and his cutie mark appeared. Not only did other ponies laugh at him in the school yard for having such a terrible cutie mark, but he almost vomitted at the sight of blood from him, and he was known forever that he was a horrific, violent bully. Ever since that day, he curled by himself in a sit in the lunch room or by the lockers and thought while Colbalt called him a wimp and a chicken. He never wanted this to happen, so he demanded changing schools, and moving. And, they did. Maroon changed greatly. He became friendly, sweet, and kind. He had a grear personality. Ponies at his school always asked him about his cutie mark, and always called it awesome or ''cool.'' He didn't lie then, and he told most of them the story. They seemed to understand why, and they still stood by his side. Now, he has a beautiful house, good friends, new life.