"I am the spiri' o' anger! I am the lord o' pissed aff! I AM HATRED!"
-Hatred
Character Name: Hatred
Age: Unknown, estimated dawn of existence
Gender: Male
Race: Horseman of the Assured
Appearance: Hatred is a slightly strange looking male, he stands at 7'9", the second shortest of the Eight Horsemen, and weighs 100Kg. He wears leather and plate armour that is painted dark red. Some say it was painted with blood, but nobody's been brave enough to ask apart from Chaos (who then had to avoid a rather hot laser.) His face is gaunt and lined, the frown lines are especially deep, and a thin scar stretches from his left temple to his left cheekbone, intersecting his eye socket. The unharmed eye is usually slitted in fury and always bloodshot, whilst the other, a glass eye, is nearly always wide open. Both eyes are flame blue and full of rage. He has a short beard and moustache (Aragorn style), and short hair. Both are reddish brown.
When he changes however due to his MPD, he seems to become much younger in face - the beard, moustache, scar and wrinkles all disappear and his face fills out, becoming boyish. Even as his face becomes younger, his body grows and he becomes the strongest horsemen; also the tallest, of 10'. When Hatred changes, he becomes Friendliness.
His horse, the unfortunately named Beauty, is a pure black, Friesian stallion with a mane of brilliant scarlet fire. Beauty's eyes are identical to that of his master's apart from the fact that they are never bloodshot. Hatred doesn't like the name beauty (he hates it) but unfortunately he was named by friendliness and now answers to nothing else.
Alliance: The Eight Horsemen
Personality (one paragraph minimum): Hatred holds within him a fury at all things, living or dead, animate or inanimate. This has just one exception - his fellow horsemen. With them he is still furious, but he can at least go more than a few minutes without trying to kill them. Hatred, apart from having serious anger issues, also has another problem - he is an alcoholic. He is never seen without his refilling hip flask full of whisky, unless Chaos decides to play a prank on him, in which case Hatred will destroy literally anything in his way to reach it. (When Hatred was imprisoned, he was separated from this hip flask, and is as a result rather ... eh ... annoyed when he wakes up.) This makes him rather useful on the battlefield, and his hip flask is therefore stolen and thrown to the opposite side of the battlefield before every war/apocalypse. Along with Chaos, Hatred was what sparked the idea of one of the horsemen being War, and as such he is an expert warrior. Almost all Hatred?s magic is used with regeneration and this increases in power as Hatred gets angrier.
Like most of the horsemen, Hatred has Multiple Personality Disorder; his flip side being Friendliness. This great hulking figure, despite acting a bit dim, is actually as smart and calculating as Hatred, but has the vocabulary of a four year old, and so finds it difficult to get his point across. He often accidentally kills people by trying to give then hugs or trying to play catch with boulders as big as he is.
Inventory: The Furies - Hatred's twin daggers; they are identical, mirror images of one another. Each is as long as his forearm (blade and hilt), with a blade tempered so hard that it is indestructible and eternally sharp. They aren't quite as sharp as Death's scythe but they come very close. The edges and tip blaze with brilliant blue flame so hot that even without the sharpness, they could melt through almost anything. Finally, they are inscribed with criss-crossing, thin lines of the same colour as his armour, which depict scenes of natural destruction. These weapons have no visible sheaths, but instead shoot out of his wrists when he flicks them. He then catches them and uses them as "normal" weapons.
Hatred's glass eye - This looks normal, but in reality can produce a laser beam of white hot, bluish light that can be sustained for long periods and can burn through practically anything. This is activated when Hatred blinks this eye.
Hatred's hip flask - If Hatred is in the middle of a drink on the battlefield and someone attacks him, he thinks nothing of using his long-necked hip flask as a mace or a highly flammable water gun.
Armour of the Horsemen - This Armour seems to be completely useless because of the low amount of it but it is in fact incredibly strong, capable of taking even rail gun shots and still surviving and generates a slight barrier of the Horseman's magic when worn. These suits of armour also incorporate some form of AAM, allowing them to use magic at all times.
Combat Level: 5
- Magic Level: 4
- Physical Strength: 4/6
Character's History: Hatred was never anything but Hatred, created at the birth of time along with his 7 brothers he was, even at birth, the most violent and angriest of the group. Early on, he used most of his magic to make himself totally regenerating. He then used the rest of his magic to bind hornets to him - so he can now summon and command a large swarm of hornets at will. Later, during one of the rare times he flipped to Friendliness, he found his horse Beauty. Friendliness tamed him in several seconds, but when he flipped back to Hatred, the horse took several months to adjust. In those months, however, Hatred came to trust his horse more than anything else in existence apart from his hip flask.
Many, many years later more beings came to the planet and despite taking heavy casualties and being inferior in almost every way to the Horsemen they somehow captured them, Hatred fought "like the devil himself" but he too was caught and trapped in a volcanic crater, restricted in magic and kept from both his hip flask and his horse, to sit there for many thousands of years. Outside the cave life-forms waxed and waned, the originals dying and the legend of the horsemen disappeared from history completely.
After around 40000 years by Hatred's estimate which was indeed correct because of his natural ability of a hunter to tell time. In fact he had been imprisoned for 40,000 years almost to the day when the bonds and wards finally broke upon the Eight Horsemen and they regained their powers. All eight of them prepared then escaped, and returned to their Titan stronghold, where they beheld one another with pale faces and weary eyes.
