GHS' N3738 Bone Devil

9326 Yssolt's Baem'themar (SDSDS)         
763 NGS Cafai (RETIRED)
391 NGS Goveco 
751 SS The Last Time
705 EFF My Vow
1700 WMS' Terra Diaries
1702 WMS' Sherlock Holmes

 Personality: A sweetheart that has endured a life of hate, scorn and spite, shaped himself into a shy, fearful and self-loathing individual. With not a shred of love for himself, Lucius hates what he is and the freak he was born as and wishes he could have simply been born normal, that he wasn't like this so that then maybe people would offer him kindness and compassion instead of threats and violence. With no one to fall on for support, he is a sad young man, believing no one will ever look at him any other way than as if they were looking at a beast in a horror movie and so he secludes himself, choosing lonileness to the hurtful actions of his peers.
 History: Lucius story started like that of many, a mare and a stallion brought together for a simply pleasurable night that would lead to more than they could know. They met once and once alone, but that single night was enough for the mare's belly to swell within the next few months and no doubt, a foal was on it's way.  The mare may have not been the best, but she was prepared to assume her responsibility and raise the foal until it was old enough to be on it's own like many others before her but what she had not known was whom the stallion she bedded truly was. But soon her mistake would show it's price in a silent night only broken by cries of pain and bone wrecking contractions, pushes and blood, an abnormal amount of blood, until a final push was given and a small and blodied form touched the ground for the first time, motionless. The exhausted mare was a first time mother and she did not know what to expect but something told her there was something incredibly wrong by the blood soaked grass that surrounded her and the bundle, the unmoving bundle. Fear coursed through her and she thought the worst but following her instincts began cleaning the terribly small youngster's face until his airways were cleared and a strangled cry left pale pink lips. It had survived. Energy renewed by the call of her child the mare continued her motherly task of licking him clean but nothing could have prepared her for what she saw when her job was done. Arms. For a moment she thought she was hallucinating, seeing things from the pain and laborious task she had just endured but as the foal's ghostly eyes parted to stare up at it's mother, the hand attached to the appendage on his shoulder moved, the digits slowly parting from one another as they stretched and suddenly an overwelming horror took over the young mare as she realized what she had birthed. The tail, the moving extra appendages, the pale complexion and those lifeless orbs. A monster in a foal's body. A freak. A beast. A demon. This thing could not be hers, it simply could not. And so with the shock of the deformed child the mare stood with what little energy she retained, incapable of seeing past what she did know and doing the only thing she could think of, she ran and left him behind, hoping nature would claim this demon that had taken her foal. What the mare did not know, was the heritage of the child that was indeed hers. Son to the spawn of Lucifer himself, the hellish blood combined with the mortal one had shaped the young creature in it's mother's womb, giving it a demonesque look. A look he had no say in but that would become his burden to bear. Unknown to the mare, the young creature did not die but mere steps away from it the young boy came across a mare with foals of her own. The children slept huddled close to their mother while the mare stood in a sleeping trance. Driven by the grumbling of his stomach he sneaked his way to drink from the mare but not really able to understand what his arms were he made the mistake of bringing them to gently hold onto the mare's legs, like a human baby would do to it's mothers finger when suckling and the feeling of the boney hand would prove to be enough to wake the mare who seeing the ghostly being suckling from her teats lashed and applied a swift kick to his small body, sending him flying away from her body. He barely had the time to stand before the mare charged, chasing him away, believing him to being a monster who would harm her own children. He ran as fast as he could go until his tender hooves bled and his small legs ached and the young creature fell down to the ground, softly weeping, unable to comprehend why was he alone and why was he chased off like that. Learning from the encounter he started following mares with young babies from a distance and waiting for them to fall asleep before stealing as much milk as he could without waking them up. Several times he failed and several times he payed for it until he became old enough to be able to munch on grass and from there try to feed as much as he could, far less dangerous than stealing milk. Yet even that proved hard when he tried to graze wherever a herd already resided, being screamed, chased and often beaten for no one wanted a freak around. Not even drinking seemed to be something he could do at peace, immediately chased if not by the bullies who seemed to enjoy beating him then by the adults who claimed him to be the Bone Devil, for his white and skinny complexion. He could not find peace anywhere and so he found a small coven to call home and there he hid, deciding to only come out at night when less people would be around, saving him the humiliation and scorn most of the times. From thereon he became a lonely, sad, quiet and withdrawn man longing for the companionship he had always missed all his life but no one would ever want to be around him. Let alone be his friend. Or so he believed. 
 Build: Skinny, frail, every single one of his bones shows through. He's just at the danger line but he cannot put on weight at all. Both because his body doesn't allow it and because he barely eats and drinks (medium)
 Relationships:
         • Sexuality: Heterosexual

         • Mate: TBA

         • Lovers: TBA

         • Family: TBA

         • Friends: TBA

         • Foes/Enemies: TBA

 Trivia: 
         • His appearence is overall sickly. From his near corpse like thinness to his long, dried and splintered mane and tail that dangles in his face, to his pale milky eyes that give the appearence of blindness despite his normal eyesight, to his light sensitivity and especially his unnatural arms. Boney long and functional arms protruding from his shoulders. They are kept firmly bent and holding onto his shoulders in an attempt to make them pop out the least against him. 
         • He has literally no physical strenght and is easily bruised or injured. The fact he's overly sensitive to pain does not work in his favour but he will never fight back. He will simply curl up and take everything thrown at him until they go away. Or instead he'll vanish through the shadows and reappear somewhere away.
         • He will never come to a watering hole during the day unless he's extremely thirsty and near dehydration. He only moves from his little hidden coven at night and he always makes his visits fast, gulping down as much water as he can as well as food before anyone notices him and chases him away. 

N3738 Padro Foal Design credits to Kanitz