Welcome to Gaia! ::

Demon Spawn Family RP Contest


This is an RP Contest being held to give away two foals from this Hellish breeding.

Start Date: NOW (Wednesday Jan 13th)
End Date: January 27th 10PM EST

The Family

Thanos - The father



Thanos is an arrogant stallion who thinks of himself well before others. He is rough and heartless but does indeed have a soft side, though it is well hidden. Thanos’ mind is not all there, in a number of ways. He at times seems to struggle against his thoughts as if they taunt him with their broken information. Often he may be seen talking to himself, though he is actually talking to his two companions, the rats Peace and War, whom only he can hear. He took Regret into the herd and refuses to let her leave. Why is this? Well he's not quite sure, but something stirred in him when he saw her and he has been obsessed over her ever since. The foals...well he's not too sure about them. They certainly fit in with the herd well, half decayed little Hellions that they are...that is all except for the colt. Thanos has a hard time remembering that he has foals, what their names are and that he is their father. Though he hopes to one day shape them in the ways of hatred to further the herds cause.

Regret - The mother



Regret was not always Regret, once she was happy,beautiful and lived life by a differant name. That name has long since been cast away however - shunned,exiled...betrayed by someone she thought loved her Regret has renamed herself as what she is now, a creature of..regret and misery. Since joining Thanos in the hell herd, not much has changed for Regret - she's still prone to depression, fervently trying to forget her past and the so called 'good old days' when she was young and beautiful. She doesn't bother trying to fit in with the undead horses at all, she either doesn't see the point of it or doesn't care what they think. Thanos seems to like her though she doesn't understand exactly why and since he won't let her leave she resigned herself to her lot in life...and even maybe come to like the black undead stallion, though she won't admit it - she's not supposed to care about anyone or anything ever again remember? The foals were a surprise...Regret had never fathomed an undead stallion being able to sire any, but here they were, rag tag, unreasonable and as messed up as the rest of their family. She's not supposed to care - so aside from the basics she doesn't seem to go to any extra lengths for them, though now and again she'll forget that she's not supposed to care and reveal that deep down - under all her amour -she really does.

Ruin - Sister



Ruin's face isn't the only thing that's 'ruined' in this little filly. Like her father Ruin can be considered a bit off in the head, unlike him however she does remember things - the important things at least. Ruin has a tendency to mix up or forget the small details in life, telling you she's off to eat water, or drink grass is commonplace and I wouldn't be surprised if she calls you by someone elses name..or a completely made up one either. Ruin however doesn't always understand why horses have trouble following her directions and can get viciously irate when corrected, she thinks herself quite smart and clever and everything makes perfect sense in HER head. It's not her fault your stupid. She also believes that her position in the herd deserves some respect, her father is an Alpha after all and woe to anyone who call's her the daughter of an 'outsider.'

Nameless - The brother



Nameless is the smallest and weakest of the four foals. He is also the only one to look like a normal horse; as such he is shunned by both his parents and the other herd members. Thanos has refused to name the colt due to his normal appearance and ignores him like a plague. Though Nameless looks normal he is anything but. Deep down he has an almost insatiable lust for blood, and his mind well that isn’t normal either. He has two personalities that come out; one is of a scared and weak little foal, his other side is a vicious little devil who wants to rip your heart out and eat it…quite literally.

Note: Nameless will be driven out of the herd because of his normal appearance. Once on his own he will adopt a new name, one chosen by himself. He will name himself Carnivore.

Filly #2

Prompt #1
Most of the horses you know are quite frankly a little bit off…they look weird, act weird or otherwise make it known they don’t belong in normal society. Even your mother, who hasn’t been in Hell, isn’t exactly normal. What do you think about this and how do you see the so-called normal horses outside of the herd?

Prompt #2
Your father Thanos seems to forget who you are half the time and your mother, well she doesn’t seem to care about much at all. How does this make you feel? Do you wish your father could remember your name or that your mother cared? Or are you content with the way things are?

Prompt #3
Some of the horses in the Hell Herd only pretend to accept Regret when Thanos is around. Otherwise they make it quite clear they don’t think she ‘belongs.’ What do you think about that? Do you agree or disagree and what do you plan to do about it?


The Form:

[b][color=red]Me Want Rib Foal![/color][/b]

[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Personality:[/b] (Don't make it a novel, but one sentence may not cut it either.)
[b]Prompt Response:[/b]
[b]Extras:[/b]

Officially open!
*cuts intestine ribbon*

Me Want Spine Foal

Name: Raine
Personality: Raine is quite and composed. She keeps all her thoughts to herself, all her ideal, feelings and dreams are locked up inside her heart. She acts as an appropriate sister for her siblings, often getting into scuffles and arguments. A fine daughter for her mother and father. And a fierce companion for her friends. She is a master of wearing and enforcing masks. She is someone else for everybody. No one knows her true self, her one and only dream.
Though she is strong willed, independent and clever by nature. And her mind is a sharp one.
Prompt Response: [prompt 2]
Raine is content with her parents. In fact, she is pleased with their feelings towards her, their halfheartedness. Because that way, they do not peek behind her mask. The mask she wears around them is filled with quite angry, and strength and fierceness. A mask that is quite different from her real face. Since they do not put in extra effort, or do not even bother to spend 'quality time' with her, in the case of her father, she does not have to wear the mask often. She can concentrate on what she wants, what her heart longs for. Not what is best for the Hell Herd.
Raine's one dream, one fantasy, is to leave the herd. To find her own life. To experience adventure, thrills, beauty, horror. Even at such a tender age, she understands and feels the chains of parental expectations. She wants to run off into the night before they close the lock on her. Forcing her on a path that is horribly wrong for her. She wants to see the world through her eyes, not her father's or mothers. She wants to experience life as a living creature, not an undead corpse. She wants to feel the pains and sorrows rather than hear stories. She wants to live.
And the hell herd does not allow her to do that, quite the opposite. Through her golden eyes, the Hell herd is physically dead, and soul-less. They are afraid of life, and they avoid it at all costs. She doesn't want to end up as just another ghost. She does not want to live her life behind just another mask she has created to protect herself from her family. She has always wanted to destroy and crush the masks she has at her disposal, just as much as she knows she needs them. She does not want her family to know who she is. That way it would be easier to run off without a trace; for they never truly knew her.
Extras: Thank you for hosting this and giving everyone a chance, much appreciated. ^^ good luck choosing winners. Hopefully they will go to deserving ones.

EDIT- just to clarify Raine's outlook on the herd; if i were to win, i have a plot in mind that would go along with how she wants to escape the herd, but never really can. And i have all these ideas and plots and such. So just to clarify. I DID read the rules about them staying in the herd, incase you were skeptical. xD;;

Me Want Spine Foal

Name: Styx (The river of the underworld in Greek Mythology)
Personality: Callous and cold, perhaps even a bit ruthless at times, but only because she believes this is the way she must be. She does have somewhat of a heart and is quite concerned for the way Nameless is treated.
Prompt Response: Perhaps a bit of everything, but a lot of 3

It made absolutely no sense to her what so ever. How her mother had ever come to be with her father was a mystery. It was one, it seemed, that would always remain since Thanos himself even couldn't explain it. Underlying it all, however, was the thing that truly bothered her.

Regret was an outsider. It was clear enough in so many ways. She wasn't undead, she had never been to hell, she was... normal. Styx had heard the whisperings from the others in the herd, how they had despised Regret for being who and what she was. Whispers they remained, for the most part. None would dare speak such truths while Thanos was around. Thanos liked the little mare. How much he had liked her became apparent when the hell spawn were born.

They, she and her siblings, were welcome for the most part. She and her sisters had taken after their father. Undead, rotting things which held little appeal to any one's eyes. They were 'in', so to speak. The same could not be said for their brother. Nameless had not been blessed with the rot.

Thinking of her brother had only served to bring her back to her original thought, and the cause of her great frustration. Her mother. The wagging tongues of the rest of the herd continued on, louder than before. Now that her father had gone away for some sort of business, recruiting more undead for the herd, no doubt, their words became louder. None cared who heard. They had even taken their 'opinions' to Regret, herself.

But mother didn't care. Styx's thoughts became even more bitter. Mother never cares. She snorted as she walked, freely roaming her father's territory. Her thoughts turned once more to her brother.

Hypocrites. Mother is 'normal', yet she shuns her own son for being the same. Father cares for mother, yet intends on casting out Nameless for being like her.

The logic was there, once she had sorted it all out. The only one who would ever really care for her, was herself. The only one she could ever truly depend on was herself. If that was how things were, then so be it.

Extras: As you can see it's ultimately the treatment of her brother that leads her to believe one must be cruel and cold to really survive in the world. Should she ever see her brother outside of the herd, or perhaps even one day meet a special someone, they may be able to crack the ice around her heart.

Me Want Spine Foal

Name: Frumal (Druid for Devil)
Personality: Frumal is a cruel fiilly, she's full of bloodlust, and has a crazy streak to rival any other. She only regards her sisters and her herd to be her true family and refuses to speak the name of her dam and only communicates with her in a cold manner.
Prompt Response: Tried to use all three really xD

The sun was sitting low on the horizon, it was mid-winter and the air was cold and still. A lone foal, black as a starless midnight, with eyes like fresh ground cinnamon stood off by herself rump half within underbrush at the edge of a small forest that dotted her herds land like a blemish on an otherwise perfect face. But the bitter chill made her exposed spine ache so terribly and this was the only relief she could find.

Frumal, tossed her small head making her short mane rustle against her sleek neck. She was watching her herd as they mingled about a couple yards away. How odd her herd was, to outsiders they were freaks. The filly cocked her head and considered this.

Another cold wind whipped past her and the filly started to growl, a low rumble in her gut that rolled up into her throat. Before it could spill forth though she hanged instantly her eyes losing all hint of sanity and she busted out into blood curdling laughter that sounded like nails raking over a chalk board. It was getting hard to breath, but still she just kept laughing until the spots swam before her eyes like a rainfall of rainbow barf. She sagged forward for a moment, head rolling limp on her neck. She waved for a moment, murmuring in a strange voice, they were the wild ramblings of a mad woman.

Just as fast as it had started, the madness suddenly ended and Frumal’s head jerked up, eyes wide as if she’d seen a specter before her. A mask slipped slowly over her face, the horrified looking becoming that of a lifeless blank stare. With dull eyes and a slack jaw she stared off into space, seeing nothing in particular and yet almost seeing everything with eyes that saw her world in a far different way than any of the normal horses that ranged these plains. What fools, they didn’t see the world for what it was, there was no happiness here, no joy, this world was one full of pain, and hatred. This world was ….

Her head snapped around as a commotion brought her out of her revelry, she growled in annoyance as her eyes focused in on the scene playing out nearby.

They were picking on that wretch that was her –mother- again , she couldn’t blame them. Regret wasn’t like the rest of them; she had never know the tortures of hell or the ruin of being thought a freak. Her father was a fool for keeping her around. She snorted at the thought of her father, “pft! Some father, cares nothing for his own children, the three of theme that were worthy. Frumal’s short tail flicked back and forth in short jerking movements of annoyance as she considered all of this. Her mind began to buzz like an angry bee, why should she care? None of it should matter they all felt as much like her siblings as the rocks that littered the ground.

Reaching out with a hoof she half heartedly kicked a rock away and watched it bounce across the ground for three feet only to come to a halt again. Eyes slowly sliding back to the herd as they gathered around attempted to rough up her dam and possibly make her want to leave the herd and their land.

The black filly cocked her head to the side flicking an ear as she watched the goings on, studying each and every herd member. They were called freaks, all of the adults that had lived in hell, as well as her sisters. No, no, this herd these hell escaped creatures he two sisters, they were all –normal- it was the other like Regret and Nameless that were the freaks. Hr herd, no, her –family- were the normal they were the only truth to be found when all the others wanted to believe in a world of rainbow puke and butterfly farts that would never exist. -They- were the freaks!

Letting out a squeal she took off at a quick lope towards her family, but the sudden movements caused muscles to spasm and she curled her body around, dropping her hips she started to spin. Getting tired of it, she spun on moving slowly in the direction of her herd, her family, the only family she had.

Extras: Thans for the chance to try for this filly ^^ I truely love zombie/boney/macabre things so I had to go for her xDDDD. and GOOD LUCK TO ALL heart