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[The Piebald]

'The Piebald'

(Yes, his name comes from my username, deal with it XD)






Basics
Show Name: The Piebald (Rorschach in Sunset Stables thread)
Barn Name: Pie
Age: 3 Years
Gender: Stallion
Breed: American Mustang

Physical

Coat and Mane Color: Black Tobiano
Markings: Tobiano
Eye Colour: Deep Hazel
Height: 16.7 hands high


Personality and History
Personality: 'The Piebald' is a mistreated stallion, and to those who he isn't familiar with, he is extremely aggressive, his past leaving a distinct impact on his personality. He tends to be skittish when in unfamiliar places or doubt, and often finds himself on the offensive. Beneath reactions rooted in fear, he is highly affectionate, yet this can make him seem pushy, needy and dependant. With those he does come to care for, he is VERY protective of, around anything, and will protect them whenever he can.

Basic History: 'The Piebald' was born into an unfair and cruel world, within a broken down stable. His mother was gradually starving, and the entire stables were plagued by disease, but the owners didn't care. He was never given a rightful name by the bipeds, simply being put with another mare and left there. His mother's body was slowly rotting in the stable next to his, providing an off-putting stench. He survived like this until he was weaned, at which point he was sold to a family, small as it was. For a short space of time, he found himself content, forming a strong bond with a young girl in the family. They practically became best friends quickly, the two being a completely inseparable pair, spending as much time as humanly possible together.

However, happiness could not last; a terrible fire broke out, spreading rapidly and consuming the stable and the home. The girl was with him very shortly, and as the mustan panicked, he was released from the stable and came thundering off towards safe ground. He never saw the girl again; her father, seemingly heartbroken, decided to blame the horse, simply because she was with him. He was given back to the putrid stable he was bought from without a care , and found a part of him missing. When his girl went missing, so did some part of him. As soon as he became 3 years of age, he was saddled without introduction to the device, and without proper training. The bit was stone cold, and dug into the skin around his jaw. His masters metal-lined boots dragged against his sides, leaving bleeding wounds. Desperately attempting to shake off his 'master', he eventually managed it, breaking his 'masters' ankle in the process. Filled with rage, his 'master' ordered the young stallion to be disposed of, and he was beaten, until he could hardly walk, and dumped into the wild as food for natural predators.

'The Piebald' was stranded, alone, unable to move, until another band of humans came along. He was too weak to fight them, and was led to the stables. He was watered and fed, but they didn't have the right equipment to bathe his deep wounds.

After a few days, he was finally given a name, The Piebald. Now, as a matter of fact, he is actually a tobiano horse, but they thought it suited him anyway. He was then sold to another stable, but still weak, he found himself unable to fight once more, being led into the outdoor paddock, where he was closely monitored. Recovering swiftly, 'The Piebald' gained a fiery attitude, and eventually injured another equine. Considered dangerous, 'The Piebald' was lead into the stall at the end of the barn, and left there, receiving no human interaction except when he is released into the field, and herded back inside. No humans at the equestrian centre have interacted with the stallion.

But if one ever cares to look into the final stable at the end of the barn, he'll be there, waiting for somebody to care.

Important Info
Discipline: None currently found
Owner: Ardelle (Yager) Wiess in 'Sunset Stables' thread.
Rider: Undecided

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'Adrian'

Basics

Full Name: Adrian Claud Hunter
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Language: English

Physical

Hair colour: Black
Clothing: Usually casual jeans and shirt.
Additional items: A small black rock in his pocket whilst he is in most places, and a band around his left wrist.
Eye Colour: Forest Green
Height: 5.7 feet high

Personality

Personality: Adrian is a laid back, casual teenage boy. He mostly keeps to himself, often having nobody to talk to even if he wanted to. He hardly ever talks to anyone he doesn't know, and often spends most of his time with his mare and her foal. (created after Adrian).

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'The Moon's Crowning'

Basics
Show Name: The Moon's Crowning
Barn Name: Moon
Age: 4 Years
Gender: Mare
Breed: Appaloosa x Arabian

Physical
Coat and Mane Color: Pure black
Markings: Spotted blanket, four even (ish) white socks, and white crescent on her forehead.
Eye Colour: Undeniable, seemingly black.
Height: 15.2 hands high

Personality and History
Personality: Moon is playful and affectionate towards all humans, and loves all attention. She enjoys finding new things (living or not) to interact with.

Basic History: Moon was born inside a perfect stables, with a stable supply of money, and to good humans. She was raised to be affectionate and forgiving towards the bipeds, no matter what they did, and was steadily growing into a young mare. Her mother was sold on, but she didn't show her grief, as her mother had taught her to be strong in all situations.

Eventually, Moon was also sold on to a small family, consisting of only a man and his teenage boy, who desperately wanted a horse more than anything. She was boarded into an equestrian centre about 10 minutes from where her new owners lived, but the teenage boy came to see her every day, often spending all his hours with her.

After about a year, things began to go downhill for the boy. His father died of cancer. He turned more solitary, and anti-social to everything aside from Moon; the only one he thought he could share anything with. After a while, Moon was bred. Everything went down smoothly, and she could now foal at any moment.

Important Info
Discipline: Dressage or Show jumping
Owner: Adrian
Rider: Adrian

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'Distant Cosmos'

Basics
Show Name: Distant Cosmos
Barn Name: Cosmos
Age: Newborn
Gender: Colt
Breed: Arabian X Appaloosa

Physical
Coat and Mane Color: Black
Markings: White spot on forehead, sock on left foreleg, spotted blanket on rump.
Eye Colour: Black
Height: 39 inches tall

Personality and History
Personality: Filled in as he grows.

Basic History: Not much of his life has past, this will be filled in as he grows.

Important Info
Discipline: None
Owner: Adrian
Rider: None

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'Mala Suerte'
(Meaning bad luck, misfortune, hard luck ect)

Basics
Show Name: Mala Suerte
Barn Name: Mala
Age: 3 years and 7 months.
Gender: Filly.
Breed: Anglo Arab.

Physical
Coat and Mane Color: Bay Tobiano.
Markings: Tobiano.
Eye Colour: Light Hazel.
Height: 13.7 hands high.


Personality and History
Personality: Mala is a reasonably tolerable and understanding filly, with that natural lust for knowledge and fairness of the world beyond. Such an outgoing, curious young one, however, could not last. Her tribe, belonging to that of the Indians, was attacked, the typical tale of her rider being killed and such. She has been twisted into an evergoing saddened state, wandering on her own. More information below in history.

History: Mala was born as part of an Indian tribe, yet she received very low attention, due to her mother's over protectiveness. She knew of the dangers her young one could face. Life went on as such, and little by little, the humans began to attempt to get closer, yet she could tell they meant no danger.

When the filly was a yearling, in the spring, it became apparent that the humans had been watching closely. However, they were not like her parents described them. That had no long sticks for poking the horses with, or sharp points to cut flesh. Just the horses, and them. There wasn't even any of those odd devices they used to control the horses. Now, Mala was inspired greatly by the seemingly unbreakable bond between the humans and their equine companions.

Slowly, as the days passed, she began to approach them whenever she could, interacting well. They thought she was that beautiful, amazing filly that everybody loved. True, she was, however she refused to allow herself to be spoil, and always shared out any treats she may have gotten. The other colts and fillies didn't take too kindly to her, though, and she was often left alone. In spite of that, with her good nature and toleration, she let it slide; she never let anything get her down, even if it meant seeming like a total loner at times.

Gradually, the days further progressed, and she was growing into a beautiful young one. The interactions between the humans suddenly sky rocketed in preparation for the chief's son to choose his mount. She was painted with special markings, to make her look all the more stunning. These included the painted circle around the eye to illustrate the filly's keen sense of smell and eyesight, and the thunder stripes on the horse's legs to please the gods. On the day of the choosing, a fine young man was edging around the horses, examining them, interacting, yet somehow Mala kept catching his eye. She remained calm as he moved over to her, and after a swift examination of temperament (which went splendidly), she was chosen as the new chieftain's mount.

She was happy for a year, gradually growing up until she was 3 years of age; old enough to be ridden. She was quickly trained bareback, responding positively to the gentle movements of her rider, and never went anywhere without him by her side. They had formed such an unbreakable bond, it seemed nothing could separate them. Well, here comes the classic twist in the story; it didn't stay like that for long.

Mala, now at a mere 3 and 7 months, was training, when war broke out. In the final hours of their time together, her rider painted Mala, just as she had been previously, with markings designed to protect her from harm. Feathers were braided into her mane, before she was set out to graze for the night. It was early morning when gunshots rained down upon her tribe. She was quickly ridden towards the attackers with their finest men and horses, the chief upon her back, yet many fell around them. Mala and her rider were one of the last, before...
He was shot. He fell straight from her back. Onto the ground. Bleeding...
In a final desperate gasp, he pulled his hand onto his bleeding chest, placing the bludgeoned hand onto her shoulder as the death message to any tribe members that survived. Not that any did, of course, it was just typical of these stories. In horror of the sight of her village burning to the ground, she was stricken with fear, suddenly becoming aware of all the writhing humans on the ground, some crushed by deceased mounts, others... Stood no chance. She ran... Ran as far as possible... Tried to run from the pain.

Now out in the wild just days after, still stained with the war paint, she has no choice but to move on, but where can she go? How can she throw away the only life she had ever known?

Important Info
Discipline: None.
Owner: Read the history.
Rider: Repeat previous step.

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