>>Name: BlackAddar
>>Species: Equine
>>Breed: Zebra
>>Origin: Kenya
>>Gender: Stallion
>>Age: 12
>>Hands: 15
>>Stockings: 4 black
>>Mane: White, short whispy, long forelock
>>Eyes: White, white pupils
>>Personality: Reserved, reflecting, Wise, compassionate, grumpy
>>Other: Partly Blind
>>Words from Blackaddar>>
I'm no posh prat absourbed in myself, but I have a temper. Not the most loveable chap either. I somehow manage to surround myself with inferior idots with brains the size of peanuts,... infact I've seen a bum with more money than they have brain cells. But I digress, I can be quite rude but some may find my insults, or comparisons funny, I don't know why on that matter. But I can normally get myself out of a situation with my cunning, educated plans. For mares, I have a little softer side, for the ones that are to my liking. Even though my words are harsh, and I have an ego the size of an inflamned ballon, I do care for my friends, it's just hard to show it.
>>Likes>>
Clasical Music
A good Laugh
Rain
Intelligance
Tea
Order
Piano's
Violin's
Art
Passion
>>Dislikes>>
Snotty Bubble faced Prats
Daft pillcoks
Pasty faced aristocrats
Fealing out of place
Blated rap music
>>Story>>
Twelve years have passed, twelve long years. But let me start from the begining, my life started in Kenya Africa, like most of my kind. My mother was shot when I was not even a year. My herd abandoned me, I was alone and to young. But with my my luck a stupid pillock picked me up and brought me to Europe. I was sent to a town in England where I was abused by the men putting me up for auction. I spent that night awake in the crate looking at the stars. I was alone, it finally hit me. No one loved me, no one needed me.
Then in the following morning my life would change forever. I was sold like a desies, as if those people weren't tramitising enough. Then a girl came up to me, she was very gentle putting the halter on and leading me into a trailor. We were as similar as two dissimilar things in a pods, but I loved her. Years passed and problems with my eyes started to airse. But my girl was serious about showing so, it was decided I was to be sold. No one would want a half blind zebra, she knew this. So one night she lead me far from our farm. I could see light when we finally stoped, she huged me and I felt her cry. She told me I would be safe here, to live out my days. But as I saw her walk away my heart broke. Here I saty, waiting to die. I became cold, and developed a temper, what else was I to do. The world is cruel and you must look out for youself, because no one else will, no matter what lies they tell.
Friends>>
*laughs*
Love>>
AaliyahsAngel-
The concept never crossed my mind, someone loving me. Yet it slapped me in the face, love at first sight. At first I belived her to be crazy, I'm a cranky soul, and she's full of life. This came on quite fast but I'm willing to see where this might lead to, as it could be a life changing experiance.... But I will forever have that spite that is ironically so charming.
Small Passions>>
I have a love for art. There is nothing more beatiful then a landscape painted on canvas with the love of the artist. One that strikes my fancy is the misunderstood Vincent Vango...
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and grey
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colours on the snowy linen land
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds and violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colours changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artists' loving hand
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you Vincent
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn, a bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They're not listening still
Perhaps they never will...
-Josh Groban
Adoptables
>>Foal ideas
(O)(Chey)(Ano)
no name, may add changes
>>Birth of Black Addar>>
I absolutly love zebras, but could never draw one, mainly the face. So one day I gave it a go, I was inspired by an arrow,... yes odd. Well I thought an arrow blaze would look cool for a zebra muzzle, so *fantang*. There it was, so I drew the body, I made millions of mistakes for the body stipes. I made them look like a prison uniform (I was listening to Folsum prison blues) so I looked up zebras on Google. Not so much luck, I just needed a shoulder pattern, so I turned back to the arrow. I was done, but the face was to white, so I left it and a dat later I found my insparation in a football game. Two lines on the face. then after playing around with diffrent figures I decided on the finished product. Boring? Glad to hear it.
>>Ways of Blackaddar>>
Always refer fat peopel as a "Bubble face
Always point out stupidity in creative ways
fat dullard or wobble-bottom make for good insults
>>Blackadder Quotes>>
Quotes, and facts from the beloved show
Fact: Blackadders brother Harry is afraid of spoons
Blackadder on Baldrick: Kate, he looks like what he is: a dung ball in a dress.
Blackadder: Let's try again. If I have two beans and then I add two more beans, what does that make?
Baldrick: Umm... a very small casserole?
Blackadder: Bloody explorers, ponce off to Mumbo Jumbo land, come home with a tropical disease, a suntan and a bag of brown lumpy things, and Bob's your uncle, everyone's got a picture of them in lavatory.
Blackadder: The path of my life is strewn with cowpats from the devil's own satanic herd.
Blackadder: The eyes are open, the mouth moves, but Mr Brain has long since departed, hasn't he, Perce?
an end theme
Blackadder couldn't hold his beer
The art of boozing he's not mastered.
And I, your merry balladeer,
am also well and truly plastered.
Blackadder, Blackadder,
A bit like Robin Hood.
Blackadder, Blackadder,
But nothing like as good.
Blackadder, Blackadder,
I thought that he had died,
Blackadder, Blackadder,
The writers must have lied.
an end theme
Blackadder couldn't hold his beer
The art of boozing he's not mastered.
And I, your merry balladeer,
am also well and truly plastered.
Blackadder, Blackadder,
A bit like Robin Hood.
Blackadder, Blackadder,
But nothing like as good.
Blackadder, Blackadder,
I thought that he had died,
Blackadder, Blackadder,
The writers must have lied.
Blackadder: Baldrick, believe me, eternity in the company of Beelzebub and all his hellish instruments of death will be a picnic compared to five minutes with me and this pencil if we can't replace this dictionary.
>>Credits>>
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