Stoic Rage

By Agent505

• February 3, 2013




Age: 22

Gender: Male

Species: Unicorn

Appearance: Stoic has a very burly stature, standing around half a head taller than the average adult stallion. <br /><br />His fur colour is that of a dark, mottled brown with patches of grey and white. The fur around his hooves is mottled together through years of wear and tear and being kept out in most weather conditions for the majority of his life. <br /><br />His mane actually takes on various colours, starting at the base of his head as a greying-brown, falling ruggedly over his ears and to his shoulders in a gradually shifting hue to a dark purple.

Cutie Mark: Stoic's cutie mark is an emotionless mask, representing his ability to hide his feelings from any pony he talks to. <br />He's difficult to read, and even harder to try and understand, it's often best left to dismissing his as being angry about something.

Personality: As far as his personality goes, Stoic is very strong and true to his name. He is incredibly difficult to read emotionally, unless his emotions are anger - which is often in abundance. While normally he manages to absentmindedly hold his unwavering glare, bringing up certain subjects will make him falter in his stance. Seeing happy families, or ponies that remind him of his past life are two such examples. <br /><br />He cares little for other ponies, and the consequences of his own actions are of no concern to him, no matter who they may effect, so long as his "plan falls into place" he'll be content. This is in part due to his preference of being alone whenever possible, if there is something to keep others occupied, it's better for him. <br /><br />He is very controlling of situations he finds himself in, regularly barking orders at the ponies around him, uncaring for their wellbeing, so naturally he dislikes ponies who disobey his orders and are not so easily intimidated.

Backstory: Abandoned by his parents at birth, he was left on the doorstep of an orphanage, to be adopted at around 6 years of age by a wealthy, loving family. The mother of the family was quite an experienced foster carer it would seem, judging by the amount of similar situation fillies and foals that would run around the place constantly. The father of the family was never around however, he seemed to work away from home for most of the year, only returning around Hearths Warming Eve for a couple of weeks, then disappearing again. He never asked why. <br /><br />He quickly settled in to his new family, finding them to be rather large, but friendly and caring. They provided him and the others with 3 meals a day, a bed - even a room - each, and asked almost nothing in return but to keep the house tidy and the family toybox full at the end of the day; for that he was eternally grateful, and he showed it by bringing the mother flowers and gifts every time he left the house.<br /><br />One day, when Stoic was reading a book he had taken from the bookshelf and casually playing with a few toys from the box the family's actual, and rather spoiled, daughter "Snowfall Silvertongue" appeared in his room without reason, shouting accusations at him and snatching away his book and toys. Running out of the room while giggling to herself, she banged her cheek on his door and started crying, dropping the toys to run downstairs. <br /><br />Following these events, Stoic found himself being blamed for hitting Snowfall and bullying her toys off of her, only to again find himself cast out of the family without any further warning. He was humiliated by the other orphans, laughed at and teased as he ran away from the house he had called home. With no clue where he was heading, he did the only thing he could think of, he hid. He ran away to who-only-knows where, making sure no one was following him and no one could find him. He had been betrayed enough. <br /><br />The next few years of his life would be spent stealing bits and food for survival, doing whatever he needed to in order to keep himself alive; he was no longer the once fun loving and compassionate pony he used to be. Now he was merely a vessel with a conscience and a goal. He had trained his body in every opportunity he could find, against all odds pushing himself to and beyond his physical limits in order to further his survival. Eventually this cause him to grow bolder, not caring for subtlety while stealing food or coins or whatever else he wanted to take - then again being bulkier than most adult stallions, he had little to stop him, and he loved it. <br /><br />Now, he drifts around wherever his hooves take him, simply looking for two things. <br />1) To keep himself alive in any way he can.<br />2) To find the mare who set events in motion to make him what he is today.