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• Name: Talon
• Age: Adult
• Gender: Male
• Romance: None
• Allies: Passion
• Enemies: Nitro; Viper; Xavilahn.

past

Talon was born to a lone mare, who passed whilst trying to give birth. Within moments, he was found by a scout for a growing army, who picked up the helpless colt and nursed him to health. He was taught and raised to believe they were his friends, his protectors, his family. Never did he learn the existence of his mother - as far as he was concerned, it was the Academy that had given him birth. He was known as S-82566, which literally translates to "S-Talon." The translation was his 'friendly' name. No one ever called him it, of course. Such relationships were strongly frowned upon, friends outside of their ranks were considered taboo.

He was eased into his training at first, but when they decided his progress was too slow - they broke his mind. This is the best explanation, for they forced him to stay awake for weeks on end, only gave him just enough to keep him alive, and constantly reminded him of what he would be if they had not stepped in and taken him into their home. By the time they were through with him, he had done a complete 180. What had made him "him" was gone, and he became a model "student." In the eyes of the Academy, he was considered perfection. Flawless. Willing to do what was necessary, willing to take any risk, willing to do anything. Anything.

His training to become an assassin covered everything from combat skills to astronomy. He extensively studied health, and knows exactly how to kill - knows just where to deliver the right kind of blow. He can spot weakness anywhere, to this day, he will find his mind locking on anything resembling such. He was also trained to be invisible. He got in, got out. No dilly-dallying anywhere, a second could cost him everything he was taught to believe. No one on the "outside" knew him personally, so no one knew of his existence. If he were to ever be killed, no one would care or notice. He was a ghost, a shadow, he was not really there. The reality was that he was nothing. This is exactly why he was so prized by the academy, that and the fact he had never failed. He was their golden boy, his mind was trained to be just as they wished. He had no reason not to, he had never known anything else. Nothing had ever hinted that it could have been "wrong."

He was born jet black, with not a mark staining his shimmering coat, but was given markings to show his rank. His mane and tail was dyed a rich blue to show their control over him, and he was given a marking under each eye to show his rank as an assassin. His front right leg was painted blue to show his superiority over some of his peers.

He was sent onto one of the biggest missions of his life, expectations were high but his superiors were confident he would not fail - he never had failed, after all. S-82566, as they knew him as, had found his target, the leader of another herd who was a threat to the 'academy.' He was about to strike, as he always had, when he saw a small colt looking at him with big, scared eyes. That was the first time he saw true innocence, he had frozen, suddenly - for the first time - wondering if what he did, the killing, was wrong. This had given his opponent an advantage and he was struck to the ground, barely managing to escape.

His wounds were grievous, so horrendous he was convinced he would die, but somehow he managed to survive. To this day, hidden in his jet black coat, if one looks close enough, they can see the scars that zig-zag across his pelt, chilling reminders of what he once was.. what he could still be.. He rarely gets fit sleep, haunted by the nightmares, an inner turmoil still rages inside of him. Disillusioned, one may say. He frightens himself sometimes as he automatically checks for an exit, and instinctively sizes up everyone in the vicinity. The part that gets him the most is that inner voice that will say I can take him.

There are triggers to such behavior, such as the night of a new moon. Pitch black skies, and pure darkness seem to call to a side he tries to keep locked up inside. He reacts first, thinks later. If one moves to sharply while in his peripheral vision - one can not guarantee if they will not end up pinned beneath his hooves or worse. He is broken. He can hide this so easily, exuding confidence and power when he needs to - but the truth is the truth. He simply can not handle prolonged socialization with most others, he can't handle herd life or any environment with too many others. It is as if he is still locked inside of a bad memory, like a level on a video game you just can't beat.

He rarely stays in one place for long, never letting himself get too close to others.. he makes friends from time to time, but if he feels that his friend is in danger since the academy may know his location, he leaves. This has often hurt others, and he hates himself for this, but is thoroughly convinced that if he lets anyone get too close to him.. that they will kill them to get to him, so he has decided long ago that this risk is not worth taking.

Appearance

Talohnn is rather tall for an equine, much taller than the majority of his peers. His jet black coat gives him an intimidating look, and that vibrant blue mane and tail gives him an almost magical quality. His intense blue eyes seem to pierce one's soul, and this greatly helped him during his days as an assassin. Many begged for mercy just by looking at him.

He is well-muscled, he always makes sure he is in his best physical shape, always prepared for any form of attack. He is not exaggeratedly so, not so bulky so that he can not walk properly - he has an almost perfect balance between agility and strength.

He is not what you'd call movie-star handsome, he's got good looks, though, somewhat of a rugged sort, though.

Alliances

Passion

Passion.. She is possibly the closest friend I have.. then again, she is the only friend I have. I trust her a lot, but I don't really know why. She is somewhat like an enigma to me, I do not know how she can be so kind despite what has happened to her in the past.

I will never be able to hold that kind of forgiveness, that purity. Maybe that is what draws me to her, it's like the phrase 'opposites attract' although this is one-sided. She is like everything I am not, she can be kind whereas I would probably be bitter or resentful..

Despite this, I feel a great connection with her. Both of us have less than pleasant pasts, but at the same time she has never done anything to deserve misfortune. I, however, I have deserved everything I have gotten..

I don't understand this at all. I should not be around her, my company endangers her life.. if they were to find her and.. I would never forgive myself. No, I must not let that happen. I can't..

Rishima

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