Post by prissy on Mar 11, 2009 17:50:43 GMT -5
Name: Chance
Breed: Mustang
Age: 4
Height: 14
Alliance: Moon
Sex: Stallion
Markings: Chance stands at a proud fourteen hands high,his pelt is colored buckskin. His eyes are the color of dark mud, he has a snip on his nose. His mane is a deep rich brown, his tassle is brown and white. He has two white socks on his rear hooves. He has a scar across his rump and one on his chest. He stands proud and walks like a king, he bears his height and weight with pride. He has black tipped ears, he also bears a few marks on his body.
Chance has scars on his stomach as well one that he got when he was younger and wrestled around and allowed to fight with the other colts. He liked to fight and still does but he wants to live in peace as well.
Personae: Chance is a sweet fellow when you first meet him. Once you get to know him however you know that he does have a darker side. He can switch between the two quite often. He has a mental disorder that can make him seem odd, he hears a voice in his mind.
This voice calls itself Reaper and is completely dark there is no light in that voice. It is all about killing and fighting, something Chance is trying to avoid.
History: Chance was born to a force bred mare, who was then forced to abandon him. He wandered as a young colt for a day before he was found by a Light mare who raised him. He never really caught on to the love of life thing, he also had a voice inside his mind that showed up when he was a yearling. He grew up being raised as an heir, then he was forced to leave when he was two by the colt he had been raised with as a brother. He wandered aimlessly for a year then he found this place where he knows he will make a home.
Reaper however will not let him rest not easily not without a fight and not without trying to get him to kill. Reaper has not made it easy for this slightly demented stag to get on with life but he is now fighting Chance for the right to maintain his place in the world.
Breed: Mustang
Age: 4
Height: 14
Alliance: Moon
Sex: Stallion
Markings: Chance stands at a proud fourteen hands high,his pelt is colored buckskin. His eyes are the color of dark mud, he has a snip on his nose. His mane is a deep rich brown, his tassle is brown and white. He has two white socks on his rear hooves. He has a scar across his rump and one on his chest. He stands proud and walks like a king, he bears his height and weight with pride. He has black tipped ears, he also bears a few marks on his body.
Chance has scars on his stomach as well one that he got when he was younger and wrestled around and allowed to fight with the other colts. He liked to fight and still does but he wants to live in peace as well.
Personae: Chance is a sweet fellow when you first meet him. Once you get to know him however you know that he does have a darker side. He can switch between the two quite often. He has a mental disorder that can make him seem odd, he hears a voice in his mind.
This voice calls itself Reaper and is completely dark there is no light in that voice. It is all about killing and fighting, something Chance is trying to avoid.
History: Chance was born to a force bred mare, who was then forced to abandon him. He wandered as a young colt for a day before he was found by a Light mare who raised him. He never really caught on to the love of life thing, he also had a voice inside his mind that showed up when he was a yearling. He grew up being raised as an heir, then he was forced to leave when he was two by the colt he had been raised with as a brother. He wandered aimlessly for a year then he found this place where he knows he will make a home.
Reaper however will not let him rest not easily not without a fight and not without trying to get him to kill. Reaper has not made it easy for this slightly demented stag to get on with life but he is now fighting Chance for the right to maintain his place in the world.