Fester

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name: Fester
gender: Stallion
age: 6 years 0 months
sexuality: Heterosexual
breed: Shire x Percheron x American Paint
build: Drafty
height: 20.2 - Store Item
coloration: Bay Max Tobiano
genetics: Ee/Aa/nT
markings: Odd tobiano markings (see photo) - Store Item
mane: Brown and white
tail: Brown and white
hooves: White
eyes: Pale Blue
scars None
physical health: 100%
traits: Fester walks the line between good and evil perfectly well. He does not consider himself to be a good guy, nor does he consider himself to be a bad guy. He knows that he is capable of going the nicest things for others, or he is capable of doing something beyond evil, it all just depends on the situation. He believes there is good and evil inside of everyone, it's all just about finding the proper balance of the two. He's a gentleman, respecting men and women alike, to a point, at least, though he more really believes that respect must be earned and not outright given. Why should he respect someone just because of their age or rank or bloodlines? However, he does believe in the baseline, basic respect for pretty much everyone. He's not going to be outright disrespectful just because you haven't earned the right to his respect just yet - otherwise, how would anyone come to respect him in return? Fester is also a fan of the morbid side of life - or should I say, he has a fascination with death and darkness. He does not fear the dark, the unknown, the morbid. He loves the autumn and winter, the seasons of death and decay. He finds peace in the gentle hush of the night, usually most active beneath the moon and the stars, preferring the sleep the day away. Rainy days and blizzards are the best kind of weather, in his opinion. The chaotic energy of the rain or the swirling abyss of snow just puts him at ease, strangely, and always has from a very young age.
mental health: Vampireism - causes memory loss/amnesia. Store Item

history: Fester was born in a part of the world where for half of the year they live in almost complete darkness. The sun only just barely rises for a few hours at a time during the winter and the months are long and bitterly cold. It was rough growing up where he did. The snows were heavy and anyone who was not built hearty and born healthy would usually die by their first year of life. Food was scarce during those dark months, leading to many fights between herds as they scavenged for food beyond their territories. It was kill or be killed, honestly. Fester was born in the middle of this winter chaos, his mother struggling through the labor. He was a large foal, a (mostly) healthy foal - though no one could have guessed he had been born with a thirsty for blood. His mother was relieved to see that he was born without any physical afflictions that would make his surviving the long winter even harder. She was a lone mare without a herd to help her protect and raise the boy. Those first few weeks were the hardest. Fester was a difficult child. He always wanted to go off and explore the darkness, gallivanting through the snow like he had nothing to fear. He always seemed so fearless. His mother was both proud of that... and fearful. She tried to instill a sense of fear into the child, but instead only seemed to create a morbid fascination with death.

Together, mother and son made it through the winter and that spring joined a small herd. They were happy. Fester was glad to have a few others his age to hang around with. He made friends. All was well. Until the day that it wasn't.

That day happened to be about four months after taking up the herd as their home. Fester was older and really should have known better, should have had more control. He was wrestling with one of the other young boys when the other boy tripped and fell. He received no major injuries, just a cut on his shoulder that started to bleed mildly. But for some reason, that day, seeing the blood stirred something inside of Fester. Before he knew what he was doing, he was attacking the other boy in earnest. He seemed to be in a frenzy and could not be stopped, not even as the boy screamed for his mother, for help. Fester nearly killed the other, most likely would have had his own mother not come running. She charged into Fester, shouting for him to stop, knocking her larger son off his feet and onto the ground. The impact shook him out of his frenzy and he lay there for a moment, stunned and covered in blood, the taste of it still on his tongue. The herd was slowly starting to gather around them, the two herd healers going to the boy Fester had attacked to tend to him. Fester said not a word. His mother was crying. She was the one that told him he had to leave before the herd leaders could even get the words out themselves. Fester did not argue. From that day onward, he had been a wanderer.
parents: Mother: Bay Max Tobiano - Ee/Aa/nT
Father: Bay Max Toabino - Ee/Aa/nT
siblings: None
extended family: None
children: None
herd: None
rank: None

mate: None
interactions: None
actions: 643E35
voice: 353E64
muse: High
playlist: None
pictures:
Reference by psychoticperfection (DA)
Manip by sunsetstudios2018 (IG)
Pixel by Camyza (DA)