Full (furcadia) Name: Slendermane
Alias/Nickname: Slendermane
Gender: Male
Age: Does not age but he is an adult.
Generation: Can be found in any generation he pleases.
Species: He is known to be an alicorn creature of sorts. His powers are great and his intentions are dark. He can choose to be seen as many different forms.
Location: Where does your canon live? No where, yet anywhere.
Appearance: He has many appearances, I will link them later I suppose.. since I am not able to now.
Personality: He lurks in your darkest nightmares. Stories are told of him to little ponies that do not behave or that want a good scare. Legends have been created and told over years and years of generations of ponies about him. Little ponies fear him, but then again...so should any pony. He does not speak allowed using his mouth, but with his telekinetic abilities. He is the nightmare that lurks just inside the shadows, watching you, observing you. Luring naughty foals that dare to run away from home into the woods and are never seen again. With no tail, no mane, and no face, but only long black as tar tentacles that rise and grow and slither out from his back side, using them as stilts sometimes or to grab things. His legs are extremely lengthy and lean, rising taller than any princess. He may be dark and sinister but he will never strike while exposed. He is never seen in a crowd. As powerful and mysterious as he himself is, he would not dare to challenge any princess for it is too enjoyable to lurk and watch and wait instead. Causing panic and fear from afar, sneaking into dreams and turning into nightmares.
Sample Post: This creature, this fairy tale they say, has become real. As if walking on stilts he is indeed the tallest pony. He keeps to himself most of the time, lurking just on the outskirts of the woods. He grinned inwardly to himself at the thought of being the horror story told to those little foals that wouldn't do as they were told. His fame going back generations upon generations, his 'popularity' increasing. From what he was born of or where even he himself does not know. His body save for his neck and face, covered himself in a black as tar suit. Sometimes he has been spotted wearing even a blood red tie. He could be seen in several different 'fashions'. He stands like a silhouette atop of a hill, the moonlight shining down upon him from behind, making him a complete shadow figure amongst the leaf-less and hibernating forest trees around him. He almost looked statue-like, until he moves that is. In the distance he could feel the slightest sense of a young, naughty and bold foal approaching his woods. He could sense the foals irrational anger and hatred and bitterness towards something that he had disapproved of. He instinctively knew what to do with this mischievous foal that would not obey what he was told. He pulled out his tar black, lengthy tentacles and stealthily made his exact way through the woods, knowing just where every rock, pebble, and twig were, dodging them with the slightest and effortless of motion. He was very near the foal now, towering unnoticed over him in the shadows of the trees. He figured what he did was best, for bad foals always get what they deserve. He gracefully lowered his head down and out of the shadow to reveal his snowy white faceless self. He was appearing to simply be glancing down at the foal, but in reality he was speaking - in his mind. DeAr LiTtLe FoAl HaS SeEmEd To LoSe HiS wAy. WhY nOt CoMe AnD FoLlOw Me? I WiLl LeAd YoU tO a MaGiCaL LaNd WhErE FoAlS ArE aLlWaYs UnDeRsToOd, My LiTtLe OnE...CoMe WiTh Me... As if on command, the foals eyes glazed and turned hazy white, as if under a spell, and he began to follow the creature deep, deep into the woods to see this wonderful land...
Subject: Slendermane 
Sat Dec 22, 2012 5:50 am
