Post by angel on Aug 2, 2011 21:19:39 GMT
EQUINE APPLICATION.
name: Angel.
colour: Grey appaloosa.
markings: Snip, appaloosa speckles on rump and part way up back.
breed: Appaloosa.
age: 5 years old.
gender: Mare.
height: 15.3 hands high
alliance: Plains herd leader.
sire: N/A (not on site)
Juniper, 10, grey, few spotted appaloosa, male
dam: N/A (not on site)
Marie, 8, chestnut, blanket appaloosa, female
siblings
none
foals: ( if on site )
none
personality:
She is beautiful, and she knows it. A tad arrogant, she thinks that she can get any stallion she wants, or even a colt or mare if she chooses, even though she does not swing that way. She thinks the world loves her, and has a mischevious glint to her eyes almost all the time. When one gets close to her, they will find she is a kind hearted mare, and in reality a real softie. But on the cold exterior she appears to be a heart breaker. Deep down she just wants someone to love her for who she is, not for her leader status or dashing good looks. She hopes to find someone special, but has not as of yet. When she sees a foal or stallion she likes she will get a dreamy look in her eye, imagining her own future. She does have a motherly nature, although she is not a mother herself. Often you will find her standing up for the bullied, and bullying the bullies. She does not tolerate bullying, and will teach the kid a lesson or two in her own way. Of couse, once it stops all is forgiven and she goes back to being her sweet, somewhat sassy self.
history:
She has led a good life for the most part.. but like most horses lives it got harder and harder as she went along. Most of her heritage was spent in the indian camps, most of her ancestors never knowing what it was like to run free. Her parents were different, determined to be free. And they wanted to plan a life together, a spoiled, goody too shoes life outside the camp. So, even before she was born, she was dreamed of and her life planned out for her. Her parents met in captivity, in the indian camp. They were set free and took refuge in the cimarron herd. There they had a midnight fling and found that they had knocked up the future mother. Of course this was what they had been dreaming of, but they had not expected it to happen on this night. Still, the parents decided their foal would know no authority, and answer to no body except herself. She dreamed of her baby having a good life, leading a herd away from having to bow to leaders. So they treated her like a princess from the day she was born, never forcing her to bow to her superiors. Instead they made her believe she was superior to the leaders, and this got her in trouble. They kicked her out, but of course, her believing she was superior, she went to the plains and claimed the territory, trying to start her own herd. A few stray horses come by now and then, but now is the struggle of her life to survive on her own and form her own herd.
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