Post by twiztid on Dec 7, 2014 22:12:23 GMT -5
Name: Jolin
Gender: Stallion
Alliance: Light
Breed(s): Andalusian X Friesian X Marwari X Thoroughbred X Welsh Pony X Gypsy Vanner X Lusitano
Age: Four Years old
Height: Sixteen Hands High
Pelt: Amber Champagne
Mane/Tail: frosting on top of mane, though mane and tail are a dark brown that fades down to a amber-brown color
Eye Color(s): Amber
Marking(s): Dark Brown Legs, Blood Marking on left neck and a little on shoulder
Scar: front of his nose down the left side of his face down his neck back up to his withers and then down his spine
Personality: loving | caring | respects others | doesn't take sh*t from other stallions | stands up for those who are weak | very loyal |can be really hateful when needed | will fight to the death | always loves to be around foals only because they give him some kind of peace in his mind when he is around them.
History: Jolin had start his life in a place where all seem to love and want to be in. Though things changed slowly as he pushed his way forwards in his life time. Growing older and older as time came over this very place. Though that meant that soon he would have to get out of the herd only because the lead stallion did not want to lose his spot. He knew that if Jolin reached a mature age and was ready to be lead than he would be placed as the lead only because his father had been lead before this stallion and the only reason he held the rank was because Jolin's father had died when he was just being born.
So once he was close to that age and he did not feed from his mother anymore. The lead stallion had hired two outside stallions to come and chase him off. Sending him into a direction all knew not to go into .For this was the path that Jolin's father had fallen into and had never returned. An as Jolin ran through these small place. He saw the sight of his father's rotten and decade figure. Seeing that he was wrapped in something, but Jolin could not see what as he had to keep running. If he was to slow down at all than these stallions would kill him right away. Though as he pushed himself further and further over the terrain. He found his pillars getting cut, but as he looked down he saw no thorns, but the shining look of barb wire. It was beginning to wrap around his pillars and when that was happening. He could no longer hear the sound of daggers behind him. His eyes looking back and then all of a sudden he found himself flipping and falling onto his back side.
Feeling as it felt like a knife was cutting down his body. Starting from the tip of his nose than sliding down his neck and over his withers and of course if found its way down his spine. His mug letting go of a loud scream that pushed his way through his mug. His body full of pain and blood all around his figure as he laid there. Body full of pain, but some how his figure was able to get up and slowly walk him forwards. Then his body had fallen over and he had passed out from the lose of blood. Later he had found himself waking up in another herd. They seemed to have found a way to stop the bleeding, allow him some time to read and to recover.
Years had finally past and his body had recovered with a scar now laying upon his figure. An he was now making his way over the land. Hoping to find some kind of propose with his life. Pushing his way over the land and finding himself walking right into Galloping Free's terrain. Looking around the place and now hoping that this was the place for him and that no other harm would come to his figure. Even though he knew some mares like scars like what Jolin had upon his figure.
Gender: Stallion
Alliance: Light
Breed(s): Andalusian X Friesian X Marwari X Thoroughbred X Welsh Pony X Gypsy Vanner X Lusitano
Age: Four Years old
Height: Sixteen Hands High
Pelt: Amber Champagne
Mane/Tail: frosting on top of mane, though mane and tail are a dark brown that fades down to a amber-brown color
Eye Color(s): Amber
Marking(s): Dark Brown Legs, Blood Marking on left neck and a little on shoulder
Scar: front of his nose down the left side of his face down his neck back up to his withers and then down his spine
Personality: loving | caring | respects others | doesn't take sh*t from other stallions | stands up for those who are weak | very loyal |can be really hateful when needed | will fight to the death | always loves to be around foals only because they give him some kind of peace in his mind when he is around them.
History: Jolin had start his life in a place where all seem to love and want to be in. Though things changed slowly as he pushed his way forwards in his life time. Growing older and older as time came over this very place. Though that meant that soon he would have to get out of the herd only because the lead stallion did not want to lose his spot. He knew that if Jolin reached a mature age and was ready to be lead than he would be placed as the lead only because his father had been lead before this stallion and the only reason he held the rank was because Jolin's father had died when he was just being born.
So once he was close to that age and he did not feed from his mother anymore. The lead stallion had hired two outside stallions to come and chase him off. Sending him into a direction all knew not to go into .For this was the path that Jolin's father had fallen into and had never returned. An as Jolin ran through these small place. He saw the sight of his father's rotten and decade figure. Seeing that he was wrapped in something, but Jolin could not see what as he had to keep running. If he was to slow down at all than these stallions would kill him right away. Though as he pushed himself further and further over the terrain. He found his pillars getting cut, but as he looked down he saw no thorns, but the shining look of barb wire. It was beginning to wrap around his pillars and when that was happening. He could no longer hear the sound of daggers behind him. His eyes looking back and then all of a sudden he found himself flipping and falling onto his back side.
Feeling as it felt like a knife was cutting down his body. Starting from the tip of his nose than sliding down his neck and over his withers and of course if found its way down his spine. His mug letting go of a loud scream that pushed his way through his mug. His body full of pain and blood all around his figure as he laid there. Body full of pain, but some how his figure was able to get up and slowly walk him forwards. Then his body had fallen over and he had passed out from the lose of blood. Later he had found himself waking up in another herd. They seemed to have found a way to stop the bleeding, allow him some time to read and to recover.
Years had finally past and his body had recovered with a scar now laying upon his figure. An he was now making his way over the land. Hoping to find some kind of propose with his life. Pushing his way over the land and finding himself walking right into Galloping Free's terrain. Looking around the place and now hoping that this was the place for him and that no other harm would come to his figure. Even though he knew some mares like scars like what Jolin had upon his figure.
