Jeff The Killer

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name: Jeff The Killer
gender: Stallion
age: 4 years 7 months
sexuality: Questioning
breed: Andalusian
build: Andalusian type
height: 16.2
coloration: Gray (Black)
genetics: EE/aa/Gg
markings: None
mane: White
tail: White
hooves: Slate
eyes: Red
scars Glasgow smile, scars from burns on his body, neck, legs, and face. His face has most of the burn damage. Almost no hair remains on his face.
physical health: 100%
traits: Poor little Jeff. He's misunderstood. He's really just a sweet, innocent little boy, right? Ha ha. Wrong. He's far from innocent. He is sadistic, as well as masochistic. Once pain is involved in something, whether it be his pain or someone elses pain, he wants more of it. Regardless of if it could kill him or not. He loves it too much. It brings a sexual thrill to him. He doesn't know what it is about the pain, about the blood, that makes him go weak at the knees, but he loves it. He would bathe in blood if he could. He would make whole rivers of blood! He would make it rain blood! Oh, how glorious that would be... and how beautiful he would look. Even more than he already does! Jeff considers himself to be one of the most dashing stallions around and it is typical of him to flaunt his so called beauty around, ignoring the repulsed looks that he usually gets from his burned body. He could spend hours looking at his reflection in the water, just smiling at himself. That's one thing about him. He's always smiling and always seems rather happy and joyful, at some points acting like a colt with his childish antics and games. He hardly ever seems upset or angry or even hostile. He always, always seems happy, to the point that it's unnerving and frightening. Even when he is killing, for he is, of course, a killer, he's got a big smile on his face and it is not unusual for him to start laughing in the middle of a murder. Sometimes he goes into laughing fits that last for minutes on end.
mental health: Sadomasochism, psychosis, delusional disorder

history: Jeff did not have a normal life, not at all. He was born on a farm, a backyard breeding farm, where nothing was done right. Jeff and his mother and father were kept in a small pen that was hardly enough for them to move around in, just enough to stretch their legs but laying down was a difficulty. The pen was rarely cleaned, much to their dismay, but even with the terrible conditions, the humans bred his mother and father again and a few months later his mother gave birth to another son. Jeff was two at the time. His little brother's name was Rebel. Jeff was fond of his little brother and tried to protect him from the human's wrath. It wasn't easy. There wasn't much room to get away from the humans when they came by with their whips and chains, threatening to beat them and hurt them, but this all ended one day, when Jeff was three and Rebel was a yearling. The humans didn't come around at all that day and they were curious as to why. None of them could come up with any reasons, nor could those in the pens around them. And then, quite suddenly, the scent of fire was in the air. Panicked, Jeff and his family began to strain against the old metal bars that made up their pen. It was at this time that Jeff got the scars that resemble a glasglow smile. While pushing against one of the bars, it broke and his face slipped through, slicing through his cheeks until he was able to pull away. He was surprised by how much he liked the pain but pushed the thought out of his mind. But it was too late. Something inside of him snapped. And he turned to his family, who were horrified by his face, and he killed them. He started with his father, then his mother, then his little brother, whispering in his ear as his brother died "go to sleep." After that, with the fire fast approaching, he went back to the weak part of the fence and managed to break through. Then, instead of running away from the fire, he ran toward it, laughing gleefully, and he ran through the flames. His body was badly burned, leaving many places on his body scarred and hairless. Delusional from the pain, he fled his home and did not stop running until he'd come to a new place, somewhere he could get a fresh start.
parents:
Mother: Gray (Black) - EE/aa/Gg
Father: Gray (Black) - EE/aa/Gg
siblings:
Rebel (younger brother)
extended family: None
children: None
herd: None
rank: None

mate: None
interactions: None

stolen by: None

steals made: None

battles won: None

battles lost: None
actions: bc1d1d
voice: dbf405
muse: Medium
playlist: None
pictures: None