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The Tree

Graves tree is fairly normal when it comes to the trunk, for its bark is a light tan in color with only a redish color towards the base and the sturdy limbs of the trunk. Unlike the trunk, its large, spherical leaves are a mixture of reds and blacks year around. All around it is a healthy tree with very little in the way of interesting features.

Greatest Strength

By far Grave's greatest strength is neither physical nor mental, its spiritual. His immense loyalty to any one individual, group, ideal, or moral will drive him to continue even after many other nequus would have fallen or given up. Until his body physically refuses to move, the last lungful of breath is drawn, and his heart finally stops Grave will never giveup; never betray that of which he has sworn to uphold and protect. Thus, his greatest attribute is persistance.

Greatest Weakness

Grave's undoing would surely be that of his body. If not properly hydrated the skin forms deep chasms and cracks that are painful, and if severe enough make 'chipping' his flesh off very easily. I say chipping, because of brittle, dry texture his skin aquires when his fluids have not been replaced.

Hobbies/Activities

Grave doesn't have much in the way of entertaining himself, but when the need arises and he's feeling somewhat bored he'll often turn to Eurkna for some banter between them. This can be in the form of teasing one another, dares thrown out for either of them to pick up, or just plain listening to the Caris' explanations of the world around them; as Grave finds her overly emphasized way of looking at life amusing.

Likes

• A peaceful world, even if he knows that's too much to ask for.
  
• Staying near rivers, lakes, ponds, or other bodies of drinkable water.
  
• Keeping his friends close so he can protect them if the need arises.
  
• Those willing to accept him as is: quiet, passive, a noteable threat.
  
• Calm days with little to do but reflect on his life or lack there of.

Dislikes

• Threats to his friends or family, foes getting away with murder.
  
• Hot, arid regions or seasons with very little moisture as he tends to dry out.
  
• Betrayal by everyone and anyone to many degrees.
  
• Harming someone close to him either physically, mentally, or emtionally.
  
• Failure on his end of the bargain. It is unacceptable.

Orginal Stats

Power: 12 pts
Strength: 10 pts
Intelligence: 8 pts
Wisdom: 11 pts
Courage: 13 pts
Luck: 6 pts
Speed: 9 pts
Agility: 8 pts
Adaptability: 6 pts
Stamina: 12 pts

"I have no desire to keep my past identy a secret, but very few, if any, will ever truly know who I use to be; what shaped my life into what it is now. I give you the story of a stallion named Brandon. Brandon Heat."

My life was a shamble, raised by myself for myself, I had no parents or adults to look after me. And the few adults I approached were ill-indentioned to a lone colt, I remember vividly the times I was chased away or beaten for getting too close to a particular herd or solitary individual. However something changed when I met Harry, he was a guy I could look up to. Charismatic, that's what he was. He didn't seem to mind my quiet nature, and I didn't have to talk for him to understand; we were best friends even as colts.

Needless to say we grew up together, us and some of our other friends: which included Bob. We were living life for all it was worth then, causing trouble, stealing what we could, and fighting off our rivals. Even then I fought, and I won, and I bled for my friends. In every right we were gang of misguided Nequus cast aside as colts. And then there was Maria. I knew Maria even then and I felt close to her, but even she could not escape my ability to be silent, I don't know if she minded but she called me shy. I cared for her deeply, as both a friend and something more.

However these days came to a close as our life caught up with us, my friends were killed, all but me, Harry, and Bob survived. Our gang no more, us three joined the herd that had dealt the death blow; Millennion, headed by the top stallion 'Big Daddy'. No body knew his real name, but we were part of his family now. It was the largest herd around, powerful, whose influence swept throughout and exterminated many of the smaller herds within the area. Maria was there, apparently a part of the herd all along, and I guess I was happy with this. I certainly wasn't against it. As part of my stay in the herd I was trained by the highly ranked Bear Walken in the art of death, known as a Sweeper, an assassin.

I did many killings during that time, no matter the breed, no matter the race, they fell to the edge of my horn or the solid knock of my hooves. For this reason, for this sin I had commited, I refused Maria and ultimately she grew close to 'Big Daddy'. I could not blame her, I had driven her away, I had only but to be happy for the life she could make for herself. And that's when things delved into chaos.

I knew it was happening, I knew but I did not acknowledge it, Harry, my best friend Harry, was plotting against the herd. Plotting against 'Big Daddy' a stallion I had come to accept with open heart. I did not want to see this for what it was, but I had to confront him for betraying the herd. It was my duty to kill him, to off him, to protect what had become dear to me. My horn lay across his neck as I caught him off-guard, a single jerk upward and it would bury itself into his flesh... but: I could not. Harry was my friend, my best friend.

My weakness cost me my life. In my hesitance Harry's own horn, for he was Ichsa, pierced my flesh over and over in his greivous outrage, for it must have seemed as I had been the one to betray him. Many times I felt the sting as he pierced me, with every strike more painful than the last until finally the last blow came to my eye. I remember little after that, if anything at all; but the most painful part was the end of our friendship.

The adventures of Grave and all his wanderings will bring him. Although compared to his old way of life, such wanderings are subdued compared to the missions of assassination he use to carry out for the Millennion herd.

Never Betray - 'A trip to Yisi, a place where I happen to frequent, happens to be the meeting grounds for a bone-clad Aeri stallion. Interesting fellow, wouldn't mind meeting him again.'

She may travel devotedly with Grave, but Eurkna is by no means attatched to his hip. She may have adventures of her own, and those adventures will be recorded here.

Never Betray 'We stumbled upon an interesting Aeri, and I learned many things about the pros and cons of his bones. Heh, I think I'll stick with Grave...'