Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2019 17:41:31 GMT
The Headless Horseman the basics full name • The Headless Horseman nicknames • N/A age • Unknown primary standing • Undead Soldier secondary standing • Local Cryptid faction • Unaffiliated species • Human / Undead gender • Male He/Him sexuality • Unknown the appearance origin • Ichabod and Mr. Toad height and weight • 6'0" [Weight Unknown] overall appearance • Those who live to tell the tale of their encounter with this local haunt describe a taller fellow with the head of a pumpkin, often times removed. Sporting a long, ghastly purple cape, many often don't get close enough to see his black coat, pants, and boots. the personality overall personality • | Devious | Maniacal | Observant | Mysterious | Sarcastic | the history overall history • The little town of Sleepy Hollow passed down the legend of The Headless horseman for as long as anyone could remember. Nestled on the outskirts of The Enchanted Forrest, this cozy little community thought he was nothing more of a legend... until one fateful Night brought upon Ichabod Crane's disappearance. The Cryptid recalls the night quite fondly. Such a thin neck would make for such an easy, clean cut. Silently, he and his horse followed the man through the thick woods, watching carefully as the man and his horse became increasingly aware that he wasn't alone. When Ichabod began to laugh, recognizing he was simply being paranoid, oh how the Horseman laughed with him. The wave of glee that shook through his lifeless body practically brought the spirit back to life that night, as he chased the man through the thicket. However... he was bound to these woods. It was a curse. Any time he were to approach a bridge, something would always prevent his body from crossing it. Ichabod must have been aware of this, as he had made a beeline for a particular covered bridge that would lead the man to safety. Watching hopelessly as his new head rode across the bridge, he summoned all his anger, and with one swift motion, he set his pumpkin head ablaze, and threw at the man and his horse. Though years have passed since that incident, The Headless Horseman doesn't recall what became of Ichabod. No one in the little town of Sleepy Hollow really knows. Rumor has it he ran off with a wealthy widow in another town, but rumor or not, this is but a mere trifle to the horseman. Whether Ichabod wound up dead or alive by his hands meant very little, albeit, if the man ever crossed his path, he'd certainly have a go for his twig-thin throat again. However, things have begun to stir within the woods since the new war began. The Headless Horseman's confinement to the woods near Corona had begun to bring his blood more to a boil. He would do just about anything to break this curse that bound him to these lands... and in the meantime, he and his dark steed would continue their hunts in the night, taking out his frustration on anyone with a head. the role player alias • Harvest/Harv age • 25 pronouns • She/Her other characters • Ling |
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