I was a dam builder, across the river deep and wide, where steel and water did collide. A place called Boulder on the wild Colorado. I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below, they buried me in that great tomb that knows no sound, but I am still around. I'll always be around and around and around and around and around.
Name: Bäckahästen or Loch for simplicity's sake
Gender: Agender, appears as a male
Sexuality: Asexual aromantic
Personality: My Bäckahästen's design usually only appears in water instead of on land, and usually has several Mylingens with him as well. His name will most likely be Loch, and he is perfectly mute and silent, serene as he gazes upon you. He comes to those in need to guide them through dangerous rivers and lakes, and unlike most Bäckahästens, he is not confined to just one river or lake. Anywhere that his lake lets out to, underground rivers, streams, etc, he can follow and chase as long as he wants, enabling him to basically globe trot since all rivers lead back to the same place eventually. He has no place in modern days so he is from the medieval age. He despises kings and knights, and they are the only ones he will attack or hinder out of cold blood. He can change his form to a horse made of pure water, rising as high as a dangerous tide and crashing down on them, dragging them into the depths to drown.
Age: Unknown
Birthday: 5/13
Relationships: None
Theme Song: Dear Fellow Traveler
Art:
Gender: Agender, appears as a male
Sexuality: Asexual aromantic
Personality: My Bäckahästen's design usually only appears in water instead of on land, and usually has several Mylingens with him as well. His name will most likely be Loch, and he is perfectly mute and silent, serene as he gazes upon you. He comes to those in need to guide them through dangerous rivers and lakes, and unlike most Bäckahästens, he is not confined to just one river or lake. Anywhere that his lake lets out to, underground rivers, streams, etc, he can follow and chase as long as he wants, enabling him to basically globe trot since all rivers lead back to the same place eventually. He has no place in modern days so he is from the medieval age. He despises kings and knights, and they are the only ones he will attack or hinder out of cold blood. He can change his form to a horse made of pure water, rising as high as a dangerous tide and crashing down on them, dragging them into the depths to drown.
Age: Unknown
Birthday: 5/13
Relationships: None
Theme Song: Dear Fellow Traveler
Art: