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Date of Creation: 9/19/15
Date of Acceptance: 00/00/00

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Basic information:
Mathias Astral tracker

Name: Mathias
Nicknames: Mat, matty, Math
Age: 29 yrs
Gender: male
Species: Horse
Breed: Gypsy vanner, Irish draft, Shire
Allegiance: Aodh
Rank: Slave trader

Physical Information:
Body Type: Large, heavy set, sturdy
Height: 18 HH
Weight: 2,000 pounds
Description: Mathias is a very tall and large stallion, taking after his shire roots more then anything. His pelt is a blue-grey dapple with dark grey legs and face, his dark coloring is cut by stark white markings that cover his lower half along with a white blaze on his nose. Scars litter his pelt from his younger days of picking fights with other colts.

Scent:
Of flowers and sweet grass

Other Important Information and Facts:
Orientation: Straight
Status: Single
Preferences: Much smaller females with unusual pelts, he isn't picky though.
Activity: He uh... Did the deed once or twice.

Voice: Deep heavy Scottish accent
Voice Actor: Mike Myers XD

Theme Songs/Playlist:

Likes: Flowers (SHUT UP), Being alone, Watching the sunset.
Dislikes: Water (can't swim), Cruel slave owners, The dark
Talents/Skills: Bargaining, Convincing other horses.
Flaws: He is too aggressive for his own good, making him a less then likable stallion at first meeting.

Trivia:-Slave ownership: Though Mathias is kind to his slaves and would never result to violence towards them, he will not tolerate disrespect. He has given his life to the trade of slaves and in turn he demands respect from those he keeps. He has a section of his house that he houses his slaves in, nothing fancy as he sometimes needs to house many slaves at a time, but he makes sure the conditions are adequate. Mathias is not above insulting or scolding slaves that make mistakes, but he does not expect them to get everything right, thus correct the mistake by teaching. Al slaves must uphold their duties in a timely manner, no procrastination will be tolerated. As long as he lives, he will never separate a family.

-Among other lower/middle class ranks: He is rather quiet among other ranks near his own as he doesn't see a need to be outspoken in a crowd. He will speak if spoken to but will rarely strike up a conversation.

-Among High class/ Nobles: He is more chatty around higher class horses as he find they are willing to pay more for good, hard-working slaves. Once he finds a good spirited noble who treats others with respect, he will gravitate towards them. Sadly his trade is, of course, run by how much money a slave will fetch.
Personality:
[Kind]~[Loyal]~[Honest]~[Blunt]~[Over-protective]~[Short-temper]~[Outcast]~[Ruthless]
[Kind]
Of a good or benevolent nature or disposition, as a person.
Though you may not think it at first, Mathias is extreamly kind and cares deeply from other equines and creatures and treats others with respect, no matter the rank. He is known for being a kind slave trader and he never treats his slaves badly. Mathias treats no equine lower then himself, despite his uncaring front, and tries to be an example of how equines should treat one another. He meets the needs of those he can, lends a hoof when he can and never turns away from those in need. What is the point of having wealth if not to benefit others?
[Loyal]
Characterized by or showing faithfulness to commitments, vows, allegiance, obligations, etc.
If you have gained him as a friend, expect a lifetime of firm and constant support. May it never be said that Mathias leaves his friends in a time of need, he will stick with you through the hard times. He is constant and will defend his friends and family with his life, even if they don't need it he will be there. His loyalty is his biggest trait and is an extension of his kindness, he often feels like other equines are afraid of him or are repelled by his sometimes grumpy appearance, so in turn he becomes... clingy.

[Honest]
Truthful or creditable, honorable in principles, intentions, and actions; upright and fair.
Mathias is both an honest business stallion and a very truthful horse overall. Even as a young foal, Mathias would rarely tell a lie and wouldn't even think of cheating someone, he holds himself to that standard even to this day. When conducting business he does so fairly and does not raise a price without a reason, he does not lie to people who are interested in buying a slave from him (Though he holds the right to refuse) Mathias makes it a point that he does not lie unless absolutely necessary.

[Blunt]
Abrupt in address or manner.
This trait is a lot like his honesty in that he will speak his mind and won't hold back. If you ask him about any sort of fashion he WILL tell you it is ugly if it is ugly, don't ask him if you want it sugar coated. This is one of the traits that make this draft horse rather.... annoying to be around, as he is blunt about pretty much everything under the sun. There is no use in lying about something just to guard your feelings.

[Over-protective]
Unduly protective.
Call it over-protective or even possessive, he believes the world to be a cruel place and as such he is must protect those he cares about. As seen in his relationship with his sister, he rarely lets to go out alone, either going with her on errands with her himself or sending someone he trusts. Mathias goes to the extremes to protect his family, even though most of the time it is uncalled for. With this, he has pushed people away with his clingy personality which has cause him to grow more secluded in his own world day by day.
[Temperamental]
Having or exhibiting a strongly marked, individual temperament.
Mathias' second most known trait, he is extreamly easy to piss off. Most of the time he is very good at holding his anger in without letting anyone know he was even upset, but you will know if his anger has gotten the best of him. I say anger, it is more like rage. He gets frustrated over the smallest things, but as he keeps in it is start to grow until he is a raging mess. Though he isn't one o lash out, he has gotten into fights and broken things before.

[Outcast]
A person who is rejected or cast out, as from home or society.
It is no secret that Mathias treats the slaves he buys and owns like family, with kindness and respect (Unlike his father who would constantly abuse them and tear their families apart) this has made him a slight social outcast. He is looked down upon by other slave traders for treating slaves like anything other then slaves, this in turn has made business quite slow. Though he does not treat slaves like objects, he does make a profit off of them that supports him, his sister and his own slaves. The larg stallion doesn't much care about what other equines think of him, he just wants to get by.

[Ruthless]
Without pity or compassion; cruel; merciless.
If you have wronged him, his family or any of his slaves you will essentially be shunned by Mathias with no pity. After he has shunned you he will then go to gossiping about you and if you confront him, he is prone to getting violent. The draft holds grudges like there is no tomorrow, he shows no mercy. Whats done is done in his book, and you have to do quite a lot to be ok with him again. If you should find yourself on his bad side, it is best to just give up on making amends. The same goes for slaves, if you disrespect him he will be sure you respect him in the future, one way or another.

Brief Backstory:
Told in the view of Mathias.
Foalhood 0-12

My mother and father were not the happiest couple to begin with. My mother, Arianna, hated the way my father had changed when he took over the family trade from my grandfather, she hated how cruel he became towards the slaves they kept. She treated them as her own family and my father, Damien, treated them like dogs, like possessions! The stress of it all effected her physically, she stopped eating as much and grew thin, sickly. My father would often yell at her for her 'ungratefulness' saying that he provided her pretty jewels with the money his slaves, so why should she care how he treats his property?

After a while of that, my mother became pregnant with my sister and I, the weight of both foals taking it own toll on the fragile Gypsy vanner. After a few months we were born with much complication, the nursemaid were overjoyed at the sight of twins, but once again saddened by the realization that my beautiful mother had died during child birth. The strain was just too much for her body to bare.

That is when my life started.

Growing up with ny father wasn't all that bad, he provided for us and never scolded us too harshly. I was oblivious to his cruel ways. My sister and i grew so close in our first few years, we could never be separated and through the tough times our bond grew stronger. It was was about the age of six of seven when my father started to teach me the ways of a slaves trader, how to haggle, price slaves and how to make difficult slaves behave. "You are their master, son. Slaves are only there to be used and nothing more, remember that." His words didn't seem... uncommon you might say, I was used to hearing and seeing how badly the were treated, but it finally clicked that this was not right. The slaves never asked for their lives, they were equines too! Instead of asserting my dominance to our house slaves and servants i would speak to them as equals, show them kindness (much to my father's disapproval.) During my training i grew close to my current nurse maid, Mertal. She was a small, soft spoken old mare who was in charge of watching my sister and i while my father was too busy, she was like a mother to be. One night i had a rather stressful day learning the trade when i came in too speak with Mertal. She saw how i was nearly in tears and she comforted me with her soft, angel-sweet voice. "Mertal, i wish you were my moma." I spoke between choked back sobs as i nuzzled my head into her neck. "Oh my sweet child, i already consider you a son, i wont let anything hurt you. Cross my heart."

The next day i wake up to pleading cries and enraged hollering "Get your filthy hooves out off of my land, you worthless donkey! I apologize sir, she has some sort of obsession for my son." I heard my father hiss at the unknown mare and then changing his tone to speak to a costumer. "Please master, i will do anything just don't take me away from Mathias! Please, just let my live my last years caring for him!" I froze when i heard the voice of Mertal, my father had done it. I galloped towards the voices but it was too late, Mertal had been forced away and my father had his money. "Father! W-what happened... Where's Mertal?" I asked, even though i knew the answer. "I sold her, she forgot her place so she will be used as a labor slave till she withers. Heh, that stallion wasted his shards if you ask me, i give her a year or two before she collapses-" His word were cut off by my pained crying "HOW COULD YOU!! She has been my nurse maid for years and you just throw her away to some cruel master!" I slammed my small hooves into the ground with anger as a glared at my 'father' through angry, hot tears. "I hate you!! You aren't my father and i Hate-" I was suddenly struct hard with a giant hoof and it sent me to the ground with a thud. "You are MY SON and i know what is best, that slave was a possession and nothing more! She didn't love you, she only said that to get into good graces. How dare you speak to me with such disrespect!" His voice was louder with thunder, it made my ears ring. "Learn your place you ungrateful little brat!"

From then on i went out of my way to go against my father.

Overview of chapter:
-Grew up with single slave trader father and sister
-Was taught to treat slaves badly
-Made friends easily
-Grew close to his little sister
-Saw how badly slaves were treated
-His nurse maid tells him she loves him like a son
-His father dislikes the slave getting so close to his son and sells her
-He protest and lashes out at his father, who then strikes him, telling him that slaves are meant to be used and nothing more
Adolescent 12-18

The years passed quickly at this stage. I went on hating my father and everything he did. We would get into huge, often violent fights over my mistakes or the way he treated slave. I would steal crystals from him and then go gamble on various things, lose the money and then face my father's less then forgiving mood. I took pleasure in listening to him complain about me to his friends. I loved it.

My sole purpose was to make his life miserable and i think i succeed. After a couple years of the same cycle i became so angry after one of our fights i ran out of our house and into the streets, i didn't want to live with that toxic man any longer. I ran to the far reaches of Aodh and lived by myself as i hit my sixteenth year, doing odd jobs and boarding in an old abandon house for two years. I lived with only myself to care for. I thought about how i would make this herd better, how i could help the slaves. I didn't want anyone to suffer, i wanted there to be a change.despite my thoughts of change and kindness, while i lived on the streets i would often get into fights with other young stallions, slaves traders and even pit slaves that picked a fight. I won once or twice... sorta. Of course life on the streets wasn't easy, by it was easy enough due to not having to hide, my father wasn't even looking for he, we would even pass each other every now and then, not saying a word to each other as we went along our days.

After two years passed and i was 18, i had figured out how i could help the mistreated slaves. I went back to my father and after a forced apology, i asked if i could train to be a Slave trader under him once again. Begrudgingly my father agreed.

Overview of chapter:
-Started being difficult for his father
-Got into street fights
-Stole things from his father, getting into a fight with him over it
-At age 16 Mathias goes missing
-Wanders the land for 2 years
-Returns to his father at age 18 and resumes his training as a Slave Trader
Adulthood 18-29
I lived and breathed slave trading. I would shadow my father to sales and take note on his ques. His regular costumers became used to me, even friendly. After a while my father would let me handle the trades. As my father started letting me do more and more, it seemed that he become weaker and weaker, he had become sick. Withering into nothing. He grew skinny and less active as time went on, nothing gave me more joy. I hate him, i will never forgive him for what her did to our mother, Mertal and all the slaves he wronged. He should have died a painful death, but that was not to be.

At last he was too weak to make trades anymore, he called me to his deathbed and i obliged the old, dying mule. "Mathias, you have made it clear that you hate me, but i want you to take this house, i want you to keep our family trade going for many more generations, do you understand son?"All i could do is nod my head. I felt no pitty for this stallion, only cold hate. My sister still loved our father, my hate drove us apart, i never wanted that.... Why couldn't she see how vile that man was?
Damien's breathing grew rasping and struggled. "I will continue father, but in spite of you, I won't be like you. I would rather die then be like you." I spoke quietly as he stared at me, It wasn't an angry stare. Was that hurt in his eyes? After a while of sitting with him, his already strained breaths rattled with the arrival of his death. After he was gone, my sister looked at me with tears in her eyes "How could you be so cruel to him at his death? He had many flaws, Mathias, but you are not without fault! He was a good father..." She began to cry. She didn't understand, she didn't see what i saw him do to those slaves... But he was raised like that, to treat them that way, perhaps- No. I hate him.

I inherited my father's business after that. I made many acquaintances in the slave trading community, i made a name for myself. I was youngest trader at the age of 25, the other traders finding that intriguing made it easy to make 'friends'. A couple years passed and i had a large group of bought slave, up until that point i had taken care of them in secret, knowing that if i made my rightful equal treating of slaves public that i would be made a social outcast. I needed to wait. I told each slave "I wish i could give you your freedom, but this is the best i can do, All i can do is make sure you have a kind master." And that was my goal, to give slaves a better life. This secret trade lasted for three years until i saw a slave being beaten in the street. "No, stop it, Leave that girl alone!" The slave owner and i got into an argument and it was clear that he had told everyone what i had done. That Filly was so beaten she seemed close to death! How could that not be frowned upon! I became a social outcast and business became slow, i became open with my treatment of slave, i refused to let this effect me as an equine. I would never stoop to their level.

Now i continue my work as a trader and treat my slaves as family, i stand up for those who can't stand up themselves.

Overview of chapter:

-Trains with his father
-Gets more involved in the business
-His father grows sick
-Training continues
-His father is on his deathbed and tells his son that he wants him to take over the business
-with little to no sadness, he agrees
-He makes a name for himself as a Slave trader and picks him costumers carefully
-He makes a point to treat slaves as equals
-Only sells to kind masters and buys from cruel ones
Rp history
Added as roleplayed

Family:

-- Parents -
Father: Damian
Mother: Arianna
- Siblings -
Sister:--- (Adopt going to a friend)
- Grandparents-

--Other--

- Mate -

- Offspring -
Daughter (Where abouts unknown, Mathias doesn't know he has a daughter)

Relationships:
= Apprentice
= Family
= Dead

= Uncertainty
= Acquaintance
= Friend
= Good friend
= Best friend
= Crush/Attraction
= Mate
= Lust
= Discomfort
= Despise

Love

Character Name (Ref Sheet Link) || :bullet: || :bullet: || Roleplayer/Owner
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Roleplay Sample:
from Their-Dark-Eden

The Tan pit bull sat on the sand and rocks, starring a the great gates of Eden, her once trusted gas mask lay shattered on the radiated ground. Irah would never see her home again, never walk the dark streets that she once strove to protect and maintain. She stayed there, in front of her former home for a while until she realized that it was was dusk and she needed to find some sort of shelter for the night. So she got to her large paws, picked a direction, and started walking.

Irah Kept walking until she came across a town, Ravaged from the bombs of the past and decayed by the radiation left behind. It didn't look like much was left... a few crumbling buildings and almost non-existent roads, i didn't look like anyone could live there. But she could think like that anymore, Irah had to start thinking like a wastelander if she had any hope to survive in this living hell. The female proceeded to search the buildings for anything that could be helpful "Alright, little girl, keep it together and think. Rules of survival: Shelter, Water, food. There is plenty of places to sleep, there must be plumbing which means some sort of water source, and where there is water there are animals." Irah huffed as she went through her checklist, it was clear that she was not used to the spore-filled air and it was making it hard to breath for her. "Give it time..." She thought to her self and walked on.

A solitary rat scurried through the rubble, but in a heart beat it was gone just as Irah spotted it. "well i suppose i am going to have to learn to catch you too, huh? i should have come out here sooner, i've been spoiled." She growled and watch the last bit of the rats mutated tail disappear. The large female found a small building with one wall that had crumbled long ago, and found a place that was covered and clear of rubble. As Irahl lay her aching bones done on the hard, cold earth she thought of what her new life might hold for her. But nothing good could happen in the wastelands, nothing but death and sickness would ever come from it, and Irah had just been thrown into it.

Description

Date of Creation: 9/19/15
Date of Acceptance: 00/00/00

Last Updated:
00/00/00

00/00/00

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Basic information:
Mathias Astral tracker

Name: Mathias
Nicknames: Mat, matty, Math
Age: 29 yrs
Gender: male
Species: Horse
Breed: Gypsy vanner, Irish draft, Shire
Allegiance: Aodh
Rank: Slave trader

Physical Information:
Body Type: Large, heavy set, sturdy
Height: 18 HH
Weight: 2,000 pounds
Description: Mathias is a very tall and large stallion, taking after his shire roots more then anything. His pelt is a blue-grey dapple with dark grey legs and face, his dark coloring is cut by stark white markings that cover his lower half along with a white blaze on his nose. Scars litter his pelt from his younger days of picking fights with other colts.

Scent:
Of flowers and sweet grass

Other Important Information and Facts:
Orientation: Straight
Status: Single
Preferences: Much smaller females with unusual pelts, he isn't picky though.
Activity: He uh... Did the deed once or twice.

Voice: Deep heavy Scottish accent
Voice Actor: Mike Myers XD

Theme Songs/Playlist:

Likes: Flowers (SHUT UP), Being alone, Watching the sunset.
Dislikes: Water (can't swim), Cruel slave owners, The dark
Talents/Skills: Bargaining, Convincing other horses.
Flaws: He is too aggressive for his own good, making him a less then likable stallion at first meeting.

Trivia:-Slave ownership: Though Mathias is kind to his slaves and would never result to violence towards them, he will not tolerate disrespect. He has given his life to the trade of slaves and in turn he demands respect from those he keeps. He has a section of his house that he houses his slaves in, nothing fancy as he sometimes needs to house many slaves at a time, but he makes sure the conditions are adequate. Mathias is not above insulting or scolding slaves that make mistakes, but he does not expect them to get everything right, thus correct the mistake by teaching. Al slaves must uphold their duties in a timely manner, no procrastination will be tolerated. As long as he lives, he will never separate a family.

-Among other lower/middle class ranks: He is rather quiet among other ranks near his own as he doesn't see a need to be outspoken in a crowd. He will speak if spoken to but will rarely strike up a conversation.

-Among High class/ Nobles: He is more chatty around higher class horses as he find they are willing to pay more for good, hard-working slaves. Once he finds a good spirited noble who treats others with respect, he will gravitate towards them. Sadly his trade is, of course, run by how much money a slave will fetch.
Personality:
[Kind]~[Loyal]~[Honest]~[Blunt]~[Over-protective]~[Short-temper]~[Outcast]~[Ruthless]
[Kind]
Of a good or benevolent nature or disposition, as a person.
Though you may not think it at first, Mathias is extreamly kind and cares deeply from other equines and creatures and treats others with respect, no matter the rank. He is known for being a kind slave trader and he never treats his slaves badly. Mathias treats no equine lower then himself, despite his uncaring front, and tries to be an example of how equines should treat one another. He meets the needs of those he can, lends a hoof when he can and never turns away from those in need. What is the point of having wealth if not to benefit others?
[Loyal]
Characterized by or showing faithfulness to commitments, vows, allegiance, obligations, etc.
If you have gained him as a friend, expect a lifetime of firm and constant support. May it never be said that Mathias leaves his friends in a time of need, he will stick with you through the hard times. He is constant and will defend his friends and family with his life, even if they don't need it he will be there. His loyalty is his biggest trait and is an extension of his kindness, he often feels like other equines are afraid of him or are repelled by his sometimes grumpy appearance, so in turn he becomes... clingy.

[Honest]
Truthful or creditable, honorable in principles, intentions, and actions; upright and fair.
Mathias is both an honest business stallion and a very truthful horse overall. Even as a young foal, Mathias would rarely tell a lie and wouldn't even think of cheating someone, he holds himself to that standard even to this day. When conducting business he does so fairly and does not raise a price without a reason, he does not lie to people who are interested in buying a slave from him (Though he holds the right to refuse) Mathias makes it a point that he does not lie unless absolutely necessary.

[Blunt]
Abrupt in address or manner.
This trait is a lot like his honesty in that he will speak his mind and won't hold back. If you ask him about any sort of fashion he WILL tell you it is ugly if it is ugly, don't ask him if you want it sugar coated. This is one of the traits that make this draft horse rather.... annoying to be around, as he is blunt about pretty much everything under the sun. There is no use in lying about something just to guard your feelings.

[Over-protective]
Unduly protective.
Call it over-protective or even possessive, he believes the world to be a cruel place and as such he is must protect those he cares about. As seen in his relationship with his sister, he rarely lets to go out alone, either going with her on errands with her himself or sending someone he trusts. Mathias goes to the extremes to protect his family, even though most of the time it is uncalled for. With this, he has pushed people away with his clingy personality which has cause him to grow more secluded in his own world day by day.
[Temperamental]
Having or exhibiting a strongly marked, individual temperament.
Mathias' second most known trait, he is extreamly easy to piss off. Most of the time he is very good at holding his anger in without letting anyone know he was even upset, but you will know if his anger has gotten the best of him. I say anger, it is more like rage. He gets frustrated over the smallest things, but as he keeps in it is start to grow until he is a raging mess. Though he isn't one o lash out, he has gotten into fights and broken things before.

[Outcast]
A person who is rejected or cast out, as from home or society.
It is no secret that Mathias treats the slaves he buys and owns like family, with kindness and respect (Unlike his father who would constantly abuse them and tear their families apart) this has made him a slight social outcast. He is looked down upon by other slave traders for treating slaves like anything other then slaves, this in turn has made business quite slow. Though he does not treat slaves like objects, he does make a profit off of them that supports him, his sister and his own slaves. The larg stallion doesn't much care about what other equines think of him, he just wants to get by.

[Ruthless]
Without pity or compassion; cruel; merciless.
If you have wronged him, his family or any of his slaves you will essentially be shunned by Mathias with no pity. After he has shunned you he will then go to gossiping about you and if you confront him, he is prone to getting violent. The draft holds grudges like there is no tomorrow, he shows no mercy. Whats done is done in his book, and you have to do quite a lot to be ok with him again. If you should find yourself on his bad side, it is best to just give up on making amends. The same goes for slaves, if you disrespect him he will be sure you respect him in the future, one way or another.

Brief Backstory:
Told in the view of Mathias.
Foalhood 0-12

My mother and father were not the happiest couple to begin with. My mother, Arianna, hated the way my father had changed when he took over the family trade from my grandfather, she hated how cruel he became towards the slaves they kept. She treated them as her own family and my father, Damien, treated them like dogs, like possessions! The stress of it all effected her physically, she stopped eating as much and grew thin, sickly. My father would often yell at her for her 'ungratefulness' saying that he provided her pretty jewels with the money his slaves, so why should she care how he treats his property?

After a while of that, my mother became pregnant with my sister and I, the weight of both foals taking it own toll on the fragile Gypsy vanner. After a few months we were born with much complication, the nursemaid were overjoyed at the sight of twins, but once again saddened by the realization that my beautiful mother had died during child birth. The strain was just too much for her body to bare.

That is when my life started.

Growing up with ny father wasn't all that bad, he provided for us and never scolded us too harshly. I was oblivious to his cruel ways. My sister and i grew so close in our first few years, we could never be separated and through the tough times our bond grew stronger. It was was about the age of six of seven when my father started to teach me the ways of a slaves trader, how to haggle, price slaves and how to make difficult slaves behave. "You are their master, son. Slaves are only there to be used and nothing more, remember that." His words didn't seem... uncommon you might say, I was used to hearing and seeing how badly the were treated, but it finally clicked that this was not right. The slaves never asked for their lives, they were equines too! Instead of asserting my dominance to our house slaves and servants i would speak to them as equals, show them kindness (much to my father's disapproval.) During my training i grew close to my current nurse maid, Mertal. She was a small, soft spoken old mare who was in charge of watching my sister and i while my father was too busy, she was like a mother to be. One night i had a rather stressful day learning the trade when i came in too speak with Mertal. She saw how i was nearly in tears and she comforted me with her soft, angel-sweet voice. "Mertal, i wish you were my moma." I spoke between choked back sobs as i nuzzled my head into her neck. "Oh my sweet child, i already consider you a son, i wont let anything hurt you. Cross my heart."

The next day i wake up to pleading cries and enraged hollering "Get your filthy hooves out off of my land, you worthless donkey! I apologize sir, she has some sort of obsession for my son." I heard my father hiss at the unknown mare and then changing his tone to speak to a costumer. "Please master, i will do anything just don't take me away from Mathias! Please, just let my live my last years caring for him!" I froze when i heard the voice of Mertal, my father had done it. I galloped towards the voices but it was too late, Mertal had been forced away and my father had his money. "Father! W-what happened... Where's Mertal?" I asked, even though i knew the answer. "I sold her, she forgot her place so she will be used as a labor slave till she withers. Heh, that stallion wasted his shards if you ask me, i give her a year or two before she collapses-" His word were cut off by my pained crying "HOW COULD YOU!! She has been my nurse maid for years and you just throw her away to some cruel master!" I slammed my small hooves into the ground with anger as a glared at my 'father' through angry, hot tears. "I hate you!! You aren't my father and i Hate-" I was suddenly struct hard with a giant hoof and it sent me to the ground with a thud. "You are MY SON and i know what is best, that slave was a possession and nothing more! She didn't love you, she only said that to get into good graces. How dare you speak to me with such disrespect!" His voice was louder with thunder, it made my ears ring. "Learn your place you ungrateful little brat!"

From then on i went out of my way to go against my father.

Overview of chapter:
-Grew up with single slave trader father and sister
-Was taught to treat slaves badly
-Made friends easily
-Grew close to his little sister
-Saw how badly slaves were treated
-His nurse maid tells him she loves him like a son
-His father dislikes the slave getting so close to his son and sells her
-He protest and lashes out at his father, who then strikes him, telling him that slaves are meant to be used and nothing more
Adolescent 12-18

The years passed quickly at this stage. I went on hating my father and everything he did. We would get into huge, often violent fights over my mistakes or the way he treated slave. I would steal crystals from him and then go gamble on various things, lose the money and then face my father's less then forgiving mood. I took pleasure in listening to him complain about me to his friends. I loved it.

My sole purpose was to make his life miserable and i think i succeed. After a couple years of the same cycle i became so angry after one of our fights i ran out of our house and into the streets, i didn't want to live with that toxic man any longer. I ran to the far reaches of Aodh and lived by myself as i hit my sixteenth year, doing odd jobs and boarding in an old abandon house for two years. I lived with only myself to care for. I thought about how i would make this herd better, how i could help the slaves. I didn't want anyone to suffer, i wanted there to be a change.despite my thoughts of change and kindness, while i lived on the streets i would often get into fights with other young stallions, slaves traders and even pit slaves that picked a fight. I won once or twice... sorta. Of course life on the streets wasn't easy, by it was easy enough due to not having to hide, my father wasn't even looking for he, we would even pass each other every now and then, not saying a word to each other as we went along our days.

After two years passed and i was 18, i had figured out how i could help the mistreated slaves. I went back to my father and after a forced apology, i asked if i could train to be a Slave trader under him once again. Begrudgingly my father agreed.

Overview of chapter:
-Started being difficult for his father
-Got into street fights
-Stole things from his father, getting into a fight with him over it
-At age 16 Mathias goes missing
-Wanders the land for 2 years
-Returns to his father at age 18 and resumes his training as a Slave Trader
Adulthood 18-29
I lived and breathed slave trading. I would shadow my father to sales and take note on his ques. His regular costumers became used to me, even friendly. After a while my father would let me handle the trades. As my father started letting me do more and more, it seemed that he become weaker and weaker, he had become sick. Withering into nothing. He grew skinny and less active as time went on, nothing gave me more joy. I hate him, i will never forgive him for what her did to our mother, Mertal and all the slaves he wronged. He should have died a painful death, but that was not to be.

At last he was too weak to make trades anymore, he called me to his deathbed and i obliged the old, dying mule. "Mathias, you have made it clear that you hate me, but i want you to take this house, i want you to keep our family trade going for many more generations, do you understand son?"All i could do is nod my head. I felt no pitty for this stallion, only cold hate. My sister still loved our father, my hate drove us apart, i never wanted that.... Why couldn't she see how vile that man was?
Damien's breathing grew rasping and struggled. "I will continue father, but in spite of you, I won't be like you. I would rather die then be like you." I spoke quietly as he stared at me, It wasn't an angry stare. Was that hurt in his eyes? After a while of sitting with him, his already strained breaths rattled with the arrival of his death. After he was gone, my sister looked at me with tears in her eyes "How could you be so cruel to him at his death? He had many flaws, Mathias, but you are not without fault! He was a good father..." She began to cry. She didn't understand, she didn't see what i saw him do to those slaves... But he was raised like that, to treat them that way, perhaps- No. I hate him.

I inherited my father's business after that. I made many acquaintances in the slave trading community, i made a name for myself. I was youngest trader at the age of 25, the other traders finding that intriguing made it easy to make 'friends'. A couple years passed and i had a large group of bought slave, up until that point i had taken care of them in secret, knowing that if i made my rightful equal treating of slaves public that i would be made a social outcast. I needed to wait. I told each slave "I wish i could give you your freedom, but this is the best i can do, All i can do is make sure you have a kind master." And that was my goal, to give slaves a better life. This secret trade lasted for three years until i saw a slave being beaten in the street. "No, stop it, Leave that girl alone!" The slave owner and i got into an argument and it was clear that he had told everyone what i had done. That Filly was so beaten she seemed close to death! How could that not be frowned upon! I became a social outcast and business became slow, i became open with my treatment of slave, i refused to let this effect me as an equine. I would never stoop to their level.

Now i continue my work as a trader and treat my slaves as family, i stand up for those who can't stand up themselves.

Overview of chapter:

-Trains with his father
-Gets more involved in the business
-His father grows sick
-Training continues
-His father is on his deathbed and tells his son that he wants him to take over the business
-with little to no sadness, he agrees
-He makes a name for himself as a Slave trader and picks him costumers carefully
-He makes a point to treat slaves as equals
-Only sells to kind masters and buys from cruel ones
Rp history
Added as roleplayed

Family:

-- Parents -
Father: Damian
Mother: Arianna
- Siblings -
Sister:--- (Adopt going to a friend)
- Grandparents-

--Other--

- Mate -

- Offspring -
Daughter (Where abouts unknown, Mathias doesn't know he has a daughter)

Relationships:
= Apprentice
= Family
= Dead

= Uncertainty
= Acquaintance
= Friend
= Good friend
= Best friend
= Crush/Attraction
= Mate
= Lust
= Discomfort
= Despise

Love

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Roleplay Sample:
from Their-Dark-Eden

The Tan pit bull sat on the sand and rocks, starring a the great gates of Eden, her once trusted gas mask lay shattered on the radiated ground. Irah would never see her home again, never walk the dark streets that she once strove to protect and maintain. She stayed there, in front of her former home for a while until she realized that it was was dusk and she needed to find some sort of shelter for the night. So she got to her large paws, picked a direction, and started walking.

Irah Kept walking until she came across a town, Ravaged from the bombs of the past and decayed by the radiation left behind. It didn't look like much was left... a few crumbling buildings and almost non-existent roads, i didn't look like anyone could live there. But she could think like that anymore, Irah had to start thinking like a wastelander if she had any hope to survive in this living hell. The female proceeded to search the buildings for anything that could be helpful "Alright, little girl, keep it together and think. Rules of survival: Shelter, Water, food. There is plenty of places to sleep, there must be plumbing which means some sort of water source, and where there is water there are animals." Irah huffed as she went through her checklist, it was clear that she was not used to the spore-filled air and it was making it hard to breath for her. "Give it time..." She thought to her self and walked on.

A solitary rat scurried through the rubble, but in a heart beat it was gone just as Irah spotted it. "well i suppose i am going to have to learn to catch you too, huh? i should have come out here sooner, i've been spoiled." She growled and watch the last bit of the rats mutated tail disappear. The large female found a small building with one wall that had crumbled long ago, and found a place that was covered and clear of rubble. As Irahl lay her aching bones done on the hard, cold earth she thought of what her new life might hold for her. But nothing good could happen in the wastelands, nothing but death and sickness would ever come from it, and Irah had just been thrown into it.