i am become death; mors
Show Name: I Am Become Death
Name Meaning: his show name is a portion of a quote from Oppenheimer, the full quote being: "I am become death, the destroyer of worlds". His barn name is the Roman name for the Greek god Thanatos, the god of peaceful death
Barn Name: Mors
Gender: Genderfluid (bio male)
Eye Color: Soul-less black
Halter Color: Inspired by eyes
Coat Color: Perlino Irregular Frame Overo
Genes: AA/Ee/CrCr/nO
Dam: Foundation
Sire: Foundation
Generation: First
Orientation: Polyamorous Demisexual
Mate: Kokytos, Basileus
Foals: None
[naming theme: Mors is not especially interested in procreating so it is unlikely he will ever have children]
Artist: watchdog.
ID #: #4693
Method: ordered custom
Theme Song: Say My Name by Olafur Arnalds and Arnor Dan
Personality:
odd || stilted || pensive || melancholic
Mors is quiet and solemn and so very odd. He seems fine with being on his own, unperturbed by a long stretch of loneliness. If being separated from the other horses bothers him one cannot tell from his lax expression. He spends a great deal of his time looking wistfully into the distance for a reason the other horses cannot fathom and laying in the grass. He has a particular fondness for mud and damp soil and is often speckled with dirt. His favorite sort of weather is when it rains so long and hard that huge pieces of their meadows go sliding into each other. Mors is happiest when he's doused with mud, when it's so thick on his legs and hooves that it's tiresome to move. To anyone who asks he says only that the mud reminds him of home, which, after the horses' experiences with the so-called gods, they accept as a valid answer. In truth Mors likes the cold of the mud the most. When summer comes to Clovercliff he is far more miserable than the rest.
He doesn't seem to have that much interest in making or keeping friends, although he also doesn't appear to mind being kept company by another. Mors is rather fluid in his acceptance of companionship and gets along with near on everybody. He is also so level-headed and calm that it's difficult to rouse any strong emotions from him. He does seem rather melancholic however, especially during the summer months. To many it seems like Mors is missing someone that isn't there, although they have no idea who this mysterious someone could be. Mors certainly doesn't talk about it. He was transferred from a different ranch with no explanation and, despite his exquisite markings, no fanfare. If it wasn't strange enough the deities are always stiff when they speak with him, and he keeps Basileus and Kokytos company rather than 'keeping with his own kind'. He also offers no explanation for this, although the way he looks at Kokytos suggests some affection between them.
Name Meaning: his show name is a portion of a quote from Oppenheimer, the full quote being: "I am become death, the destroyer of worlds". His barn name is the Roman name for the Greek god Thanatos, the god of peaceful death
Barn Name: Mors
Gender: Genderfluid (bio male)
Eye Color: Soul-less black
Halter Color: Inspired by eyes
Coat Color: Perlino Irregular Frame Overo
Genes: AA/Ee/CrCr/nO
Dam: Foundation
Sire: Foundation
Generation: First
Orientation: Polyamorous Demisexual
Mate: Kokytos, Basileus
Foals: None
[naming theme: Mors is not especially interested in procreating so it is unlikely he will ever have children]
Artist: watchdog.
ID #: #4693
Method: ordered custom
Theme Song: Say My Name by Olafur Arnalds and Arnor Dan
Personality:
odd || stilted || pensive || melancholic
Mors is quiet and solemn and so very odd. He seems fine with being on his own, unperturbed by a long stretch of loneliness. If being separated from the other horses bothers him one cannot tell from his lax expression. He spends a great deal of his time looking wistfully into the distance for a reason the other horses cannot fathom and laying in the grass. He has a particular fondness for mud and damp soil and is often speckled with dirt. His favorite sort of weather is when it rains so long and hard that huge pieces of their meadows go sliding into each other. Mors is happiest when he's doused with mud, when it's so thick on his legs and hooves that it's tiresome to move. To anyone who asks he says only that the mud reminds him of home, which, after the horses' experiences with the so-called gods, they accept as a valid answer. In truth Mors likes the cold of the mud the most. When summer comes to Clovercliff he is far more miserable than the rest.
He doesn't seem to have that much interest in making or keeping friends, although he also doesn't appear to mind being kept company by another. Mors is rather fluid in his acceptance of companionship and gets along with near on everybody. He is also so level-headed and calm that it's difficult to rouse any strong emotions from him. He does seem rather melancholic however, especially during the summer months. To many it seems like Mors is missing someone that isn't there, although they have no idea who this mysterious someone could be. Mors certainly doesn't talk about it. He was transferred from a different ranch with no explanation and, despite his exquisite markings, no fanfare. If it wasn't strange enough the deities are always stiff when they speak with him, and he keeps Basileus and Kokytos company rather than 'keeping with his own kind'. He also offers no explanation for this, although the way he looks at Kokytos suggests some affection between them.