The X Factors

[Xenan]

Hullo! My name is Xenan, but you are welcome to call me Jace =] I am relatively new to rping, but not writing. I have been writing things since I was in high school, but I get writer's block all too often. It is very frustrating. But then I heard of this fun thing called RPing, where you can go online and create stories that others can contribute to and I was intrigued. So I looked it up and found a realistic wolf rpg a few months ago, joined, learned, and found that it's pretty fun! But, since then the site went inactive and then I got busy and.. bleh. So I decided to try wild horses, and found my way here! I love it =]

Me: I'm one of the few men on the planet that has a brain and a desire to use it! Yeah, I know. I'm weird lol. But, I love to read and write. I also love canines and equines alike. Myself, I have one Friesian gelding, 8 years old RIP Titan. I have two dogs: Rocco- blk/tan Dobie(Doberman Pinscher), male, 6yo. Lily- white Husky, female, 1yo. I love them like they are my children, and you will often hear me refer to them as my "manimals". I call them such because they have such intelligent dispositions that seem to match my own in various ways that sometimes scare me xD

SO, now meet Xanthian, my first Wild Horse character ever created, and not likely the last ;]



Other Pic: By Hatness =]

//Xanthian

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Pronunciation: Zan-thee-an
Alias: Xan or Ian
Age: Six years
Birth Season: Summer
Species: Equine
Gender: Stallion
Breed: 75% Friesian / 25% Saddlebred
Height: 17 hh
Coat Color: Black minimal tobiano
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Body Type: Warmblood
Genetics: EE/nT
Appearance: Xan is a large brute, very bulky but proportionate in his musculature. His head is set high over a thick, arched neck. He has white spots up by his mane and around the base of his tail, a very small, almost unnoticable spot on his bottom lip, and a small spot on top of his left hindquarter. Mane is white, while forelock is black. Tail is predominantly white with a black streak. He also has two white socks on his forelegs, high sock on his back right leg, and a stocking on the back left. His banners are long and thick, his mane reaching his mid-shoulders and his tail grazing the ground when he is at a stand-still. He has light feathering on all lower limbs as is custom for his breed. He has no real noticable scars.

Personality: Despite everything in his past, he can still be a high-spirited stallion and has his playful bouts.. He is strong in mind and body, resilient, and optimistic most of the time, but he does have his moments when he is more mellow and subdued. He chooses to look at the bright side of things when he can find the silver linings, but memories sometimes blur it from his sight. He has a hard time truly trusting others, but everyone is a friend until proven otherwise. He is the bold, outgoing type. Unafraid to speak his mind, but at the same time knows when to shut up and listen. His intelligence and patience allows him to stop and measure every angle of any given situation before making any kind of decision. Xanthian is intensely loyal- when one makes a good enough impression, respectful, and quick to jump to someone's defense when the time calls for it. He prefers to settle disputes of any kind in a civil manner, but isn't afraid to fight for what he believes is right and is fully capable of doing so.

History: Xanthian was born in a small herd of six horses, including himself, his sire- a Friesian stallion of huge muscles and a pure ebon coat, his dam- a half friesian/half saddlebred mare of sleek muscles and a beautiful black tobiano pelt, and three other mares who kept close to his sire for protection. Ian's sire, Xcaliber, was a kind soul who stood for what he believed in with an iron hoof. He took in any poor female who sought protection from a world that could be very cruel to them. To many, he was seen as a hero, but to Xan, he knew his father for who he really was. Xcaliber hated all males for everything that they were, even if they had done nothing to him. In the brute's eyes, all stallions were abusive slime who were undeserving of their own hides. Xanthian was often stunned to see the stark contrast of his father's personality in front of his feminine herdmates versus any steed that crossed his path. The eerie way that he could be so kind and gentle one moment, but then totally fierce and hostile the next. So naturally, when his love gave birth to a colt, Xcaliber hated him from day one. If it weren't for his mother, he would have killed his son on sight, but fortunately Xadel's pleas for his life were successful.

For most of Ian's youth, his dam kept him close to her side, just in case his sire got in one of his 'moods' but there were too many close calls for comfort. And of course, the young colt had far too much energy just to sit still beside his mother. Despite her requests, he would often run off to wander and explore, sometimes without her supervision. It was the trips back that he often found himself in trouble and forced to face his father's wrath. However, it wasn't until he was a yearling that his mother fell ill and passed away, and then Xan felt truly threatened. As expected, when the large obsidian brute let out a scream of denial after she'd taken her last breath, he came straight after his despised whelp with renewed hatred. For whatever reason, he blamed Xan for her death. Unfortunately, under the circumstances, there was no way the yearling colt could defeat his father in any kind of battle and so he was forced to run from everything he'd ever known. He never even got to say good-bye to his sweet mother. Xanthian only considered himself lucky that he was far lighter and faster than his sire and was able to get far beyond his reach.

Knowing that as young as he was, he was at a high risk of not making it very far on his own, it became his number one priority to find another herd that would accept him until he could take care of himself. The task didn't seem as difficult as he'd anticipated when only a few hundred miles west of his sire's territory he found a larger band of fifteen horses. After meeting with the lead pair and explaining he needed safe-keeping and that he meant them no trouble, they agreed to let him join their ranks. It didn't turn out so bad, either, when he befriended a couple of the herd's own yearling colts with whom he practiced social behaviors and fighting skills. And then there was Jubilee, a cremello filly who was the most beautiful, sweet, delightful thing he'd ever laid eyes on. From the day he met her, Xan had trouble keeping his eyes off of her. She was the daughter of the lead pair and knew he should probably stay away from her, but the longer he knew her the more he fell in love. Upon Ian's second summer, the two became inseperable and by age three, and with her parents' permission, the two ran off together to start their own family. She carried his first babe before too long and the two of them couldn't have been more excited.

Trajedy struck, however, when it came time for the baby to come. Something went terribly wrong during the delivery and neither mother nor child made it through. It tore a huge hole in his heart and for the longest time, he thought he could never recover, but after three years of wandering alone, he missed companionship and eventually found himself in a new region of the Homeland, where he hoped to try again and put the past behind him at last.

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History in the Making

Friends: Muse
Foes: None
Mate: None
Crushes: Sacha
Acquaintances: None
Offspring: Eolande, adopted daughter

Muse Level Low

Portals:

x.) Don't Stop Dancing w/ Sacha [On hold w/ Angel]

x.) Into the Night w/ Muse [dead w/ Thoxic]

x.) Filling the Void w/ Eolande [on hold w/ Sauda]

x.) You're Not the One I Thought w/ Sacha [In progress w/ Angel]

PLOTS
-Adopt Eolande
-Fall in love with Sacha and help her raise Twitch, raise their own family
-Find a home for him and his family

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[Xenan]

Told ya Xan wouldn't be the last xD



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//Zafira

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Pronunciation: Zuh-FIRE-uh
Alias: Zaffy, Z, Fira
Age: 5 years
Birth Season: Spring
Species: Equine
Gender: Mare
Breed: Gypsy Vanner
Height: 15.1 hh
Coat Color: Flaxen Chestnut Tovero
Eye Color: Blue
Body Type: Coldblood
Genetics: A^Aa/ff/Tt/Oo
Appearance: Fira is a heavy-built female, so though she is stocky her muscles are sleek and still managing to be feminine. Her muscles and metabolism allow her to handle endurance very well, and so she has some energy build-up. Her bodice is primarily a pearly white with very few patches. She has one near her right flank that stretches a bit toward her belly, one on the right side of her breast, a small spot on her left ribcage, a patch on her left flank that touches her belly, a small splotchy patch around the base of her tail, and her head is symetrically patched on either side with chestnut coloring around her poll, ears, and cheeks down to the corners of her lips. Mane is creamy white, tail has splotches of chestnut but is creamy flaxen in general.

Personality: Zafira is a generally calm and mellow mare. She is usually very sweet once she gets to know another, but at first she can be a bit testy. Zaf has her mood swings and can be a very smartass, sassy and playful female. She has a lot of energy and takes kindly to expending it in whichever way she pleases, but she by no means has the desire to wreak havoc upon anyone. Her energy level tends to be directed more at the opposite gender, although she is very picky at who she chooses to do more than flirt with.

History: Nothing too exciting.. Zafira came from a land outside of Equorum, off of its northwestern borders. She is used to cold, but can stand any conditions. Zaf lived with her mother in her father's herd for most of her life and is considered quite spoiled, as she was the youngest-born of her dam and the most looked-after. Even so, her personality does not truly reflect that of a spoiled and naiive brat. True, she does not always bend well to the authority of others, but she knows not to push her luck in these matters. At age four, Zaf wondered what the rest of the world looked like, so she took off to explore and has been wandering Equorum for a few months. She's five now, and seeks a home for herself and maybe a mate if she can find one deemed worthy.

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History in the Making

Friends: None yet
Foes: None
Mate: None
Crushes: None yet
Acquaintances: None yet
Offspring: None yet

Muse Level: Fair

Portals

x.) Turning Over a New.. Icicle {the King} [pending with Scar's Vlad]

x.) [Post Title goes here]

PLOTS
- Meet Asphyx, Befriend, and teach her some sass
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Other pics: Here, Here, and Here

//Zephiathon

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Pronunciation: zeh-FI-ah-thun
Alias: Zeph, Zephi
Age: 8 years
Birth Season: Mid Fall
Species: Equine
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Gypsy Vanner
Height: 18 hh
Coat Color: Black Tobiano
Eye Color Blue
Genetics: EE/Tt
Appearance: Zeph is a very large, muscular stallion. Bulky in all the right places. He has a white face, stockings on all legs that travel in thin lines further up his legs to connect with the patches covering his body. FR travels in a jagged line up to his shoulder where it fans out into a large white patch over his right ribcage that covers the saddle area of his back, travels in a jagged patch up the crest making the majority of his mane white, but also travels further down his back and fans out over his entire rump, which follows down the backs of both hind legs and connects with the stockings. Tail is white, but fades a little to black down the middle. Patch of white over crest extends down in a thin line on left side of neck and back up toward his head in a jagged line. Cloud shaped spot on underside of ribcage to the right, connects in a jagged line to the left side where there's another cloud shaped spot which connects to the white from his FL leg to the patch over the left ribcage and neck. Black spot on otherwise pink muzzle, though there are black spots over the top of his lips on both sides. Forelock and a bit of the mane toward poll are black. He has heavy feathering on all legs, and mane, tail, and forelock are all thick and massive. Tail almost always is touching the ground. Mane reaches down passed his knees, and forelock almost reaches his shoulder.

Personality: Zephi is generally a kind stallion with a calm persona, however he can easily be described as.. Bipolar. He has a number of random triggers that, once pulled, can set him off in various states of upset. He is not one to get on his bad side, as he is large and powerful and if he lands a blow it could cause some definite damage. Downside (or upside, depending on your perspective) is that he is large and rather slow as compared to a smaller horse with less bulk. Though Zeph could cause a lot of bodily harm, he tries hard to keep these urges under control and only really loses it if one really pisses him off. When calm though, he is rather sweet, but generally only to those he cares about. Upon first meeting another, depending highly on his current mood, he can either be calm and quiet or standoffish and rude. He is definitely choosey about who he allows to accompany him, and can often be rather judgmental, but in his eyes, no matter what he thinks of others, if they are strong they should stay true to themselves. He highly favors strength in anyone, stallion or mare, and more often than not is attracted to a female who will stand her ground to him rather than crumbling under his intimidations.

History: Nothing too major. His sire and dam were both famous in his homeland for their cold demeanors and hot tempers. Though they were kind to him, they were both highly untrusting of others. The few times Zephiathon wandered off and made friends, sometimes bringing them home to meet his parents, he was beaten by his sire for assuming the right to give away the privacy of their forest home. He soon gave up on making friends. The young colt's father was very strict and wanted his son to grow as large and as strong as he was, so often he would take Zeph to the thickest parts of the forest and even up to the mountains to teach him strength, balance, and as much agility as a coldblooded body would allow. By age 3, his father forced him to learn to fight or otherwise be beaten to death, claiming that life would not be so gentle to him. In the coldest of winters, Zeph was taken to the mountains even in the fiercest of blizzards, his sire wanting him conditioned for just such an occasion. And though Zeph had never aspired to be anything like them, after leaving them at age 5, he recognized them in himself. But, he noticed, their personalities only reflected his own when his temper was really provoked. And rarely, did he really need to use the practices his sire had forced onto him. Still, more often than not, he did not regret his teachings. Discipline was always better than none. Since leaving his herdland, he seeks a life on his own and, two years later, still searches for a place he feels comfortable.

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Voice of: Gerard Butler, accent and all

History in the Making

Friends: None yet
Foes: None
Mate: None
Crushes: Miesque
Acquaintances: Ilina, Kibibi
Offspring:
-Sari, daughter with Miesque. He hasn't met her yet, and hunts for both of them.

Muse Level: Good!

Portals

x.) Headstrong- Miesque [Finished w/ Toast]

x.) Too Bad [open for anyone]

x.) Her Only Chance w/ Ilina [In progress w/ Skibbeh]

x.) Here Without You.. w/ Kibibi [In progress w/ East]

PLOTS
-Actually befriend Kibibi
-Find Miesque and their daughter
-Meet Ulmbiri, see what happens
-Meet Machiamia, see what happens

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//Osiris

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Pronunciation: Oh-SIRE-iss
Alias: Os, Osi
Age: 6 years
Birth Season:
Species: Equine
Gender: Stalliion
Breed: 75% Friesian/25% Arab
Height: 16.2 hh
Coat Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Genetics: Ee
Appearance: Osi is a handsome devil, with a pure ebon pelt covering muscles abound. No markings mar his features, though there are sun-bleached areas where it's obvious he carries some agouti in his genes. There is a 3" scar on the left side of his neck, long-healed, so the hair there has grown back white.

Personality: Osi is the type that allows everyone to be a friend to him until proven otherwise. He's loyal and respectful, though he has a flirty side. He can be bold and brazen when it comes to a pretty mare, and loves when they play hard-to-get. However, he's not the type to screw and leave, so to avoid phantom children he is careful about it. He's iffy about children as a whole, but Os is the type that- should he sire a child- would man up and do what he could for it. [Still working out the kinks with him]

History: Work in progress

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History in the Making

Siblings: Isis- Half sister by the same sire, but even though they were birthed by different mothers, they were very close through their younger years until they went their separate ways.
Friends: None yet
Foes: None yet
Mate: Sati
Crushes: None
Acquaintances: None
Offspring: None yet

Muse Level: Good

Portals

x.) True is the Color [In progress w/ Thox]

x.) (post title goes here) [status goes here]

PLOTS
-Reunite with Sati and confess his love for her after realizing he has all along.
-Come to terms with starting a family with Sati
-Meet another mare (or two) that makes him realize that old habits die hard

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//Zamara

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Pronunciation: zuh-MAR-uh
Alias: Mar, Mara
Age: 4 years
Birth Season: Early Spring
Species: Equine
Gender: Mare
Breed: Miniature Horse
Height: 36.8 inches (9.2 hh)
Coat Color: Chestnut Tovero
Eye Color: Left-Blue, Right-Brown
Genetics: A⁺A^A/Tt/Oo
Appearance: Being a miniature horse, Zamara is small but stocky, somewhat like a quarter horse. Her legs, while shorter than an average horse's are in good proportion to her body and sleek muscles allow her to be a fast little girl (though not as fast as some, of course, and mainly over short distances). She has a crooked blaze that curves over her left eye and reaches down around her nares. Pink between her nostrils to upper lip. Black skin on both sides of mouth and bottom lip. White "necklace" all the way around her jugular and crest a few inches from poll. Both front legs are white until just below front of arms. White from right front leg reaches up to the underside of her chest and up in a miniscule line connecting to a larger patch over her shoulder (shaped a bit like Texas) where top reaches to her crest and over to the other side, down the left shoulder in a concave marking, connects to left front leg and underside of chest. Also connects in very thin line over ribcage up to a patch on her back that runs back to the large area of white covering her entire rump which follows down the backs of her hind legs into the gaskin-high stockings. Mane is mainly white, laced with thin strands of chestnut. Tail is white but turns chestnut a quarter of the way down.

Personality: Zamara is a very sweet and friendly young mare, but for being as small as she is, her persona is huge. She is bold, outgoing, and sometimes fearless, which gets her in trouble more often than not. She is very social and has to have friends or she gets depressed overtime, but otherwise she is sassy, spunky, and playful. Always with a bright attitude and a desire to make others smile. In many ways, she is much like a permanent foal.

History: Her mother and father were both minis and wanderers. When her mother became pregnant with Mara, her father ditched them and saught death, being a depressed sort who hated being so small. He had wanted Mar's mother to do the same, but she wasn't nearly as put off by her size as he'd been and refused, especially with the life then growing in her womb. Her mother had always been there for her throughout her life, until she'd turned three. It was then Mar lost her mother when she'd died protecting her from a mountain lion. The last thing she remembered from her mother were the words she'd yelled to her. "Run, Mara! Stay strong, run fast, and be free." And she had. Scared for her life, and crying for that of her mother's, she'd run as fast and as far as she could. And she lived. A year now since then, she wanders where ever she can find a safe place to sleep, always with one eye open. She misses her mom, but she knows she must stay strong and be free as she'd been told, and she does her very best to do so.

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History in the Making

Siblings: None
Friends: Maro
Foes: None
Mate: She can only dream for now.
Crushes: None yet
Acquaintances: Faith
Offspring: She wishes.

Muse Level: Fair

Portals:

x.) Carefree {Maro} [In progress w/ Tea]

x.) Under the Big, Blue Sky [Open for anyone]

x.) Mind Garden w/ Faith [On hold w/ toast]

PLOTS
-Meet and befriend Maro.
- Meet Ulmbiri, see what happens
- Meet Aebloc and (Zander?) and maybe develop a crush with one of them, see where it leads

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//Renzo

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Pronunciation: As spelled
Alias: Ren
Age: 2 years
Birth Season: Early Fall
Species: Equine
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Spanish Mustang
Height: 16.2 hh
Coat Color: Grullo Sabino; Bay Maximal Splash (Chimeric)
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Genetics: Ee/Dd/Sbsb; A^ta^A/SplSpl
Appearance: Average sized, stocky build. Typical black grullo points, nose is black from front of cheeks down. Thin interrupted stripe from a star between his eyes to stripe down nose to a snip between his nostrils. Splash of white on bottoms of both cheeks. Sabino splashing on both sides of neck. Sabino markings on both sides of chest, left side of belly, both flanks. Front high socks up to below knees with sabino markings up the backs of legs up to just above elbows. Back stockings up to hocks with sabino markings up the fronts of hind legs up to stifles. White brindling over lower neck/point of shoulder (both sides), down both sides of torso, hindquarters and rump. Mane and tail are black, but Mane has thin streaks of white where brindling touches crest. Tail has white only around dock. Prominent, curved scar over throat.

Personality: The 'knight in shining armor' type, Ren is very protective of others- especially mares- who he thinks are in distress. He is a kind and friendly stallion, though if rubbed the wrong way can get ugly fast. He is honest, loyal, dependable, and very passionate. He is the patient sort, one to listen to all one's problems, and then determined to find solutions for said problems. Ren is an oddball with a goofy personality, but one quirk about him is his mild interest in males.. He doesn't realize it yet, but he is just a teensy bit bisexual. (Working out the kinks)

History: Renzo was born in a small family herd, and raised to be strong, happy, and respectful of others. When his younger sister, Sicarian was born, he and his family were more than welcoming of her. Ren had always felt close to her and wanted to help and protect her whenever he could. When she was around five months of age and about six months before Ren's second birthday, a stallion came to challenge his father and killed him. When he then came after his mother and sister, Renzo stood to protect them, but did little good as a mere yearling. Far more experienced, the stallion had easily managed to clamp his teeth around Ren's neck and held it until he passed out. When he awoke the next day, his mother and Sicarian were gone. Presuming them all dead, Ren now wanders around seeking ways to better himself so that the next time he faced such a vicious threat he wouldn't be taken out so easy.

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Voice of: Dallas native, like me- Jensen Ackles w/ the slight Texan accent as well

History in the Making

Siblings: Sicarian: Full-blooded sister
Friends: None yet
Foes: None yet
Mate: None
Crushes: Zow {doesn't realize it yet}
Acquaintances: None
Offspring: None

Muse Level: Good

Portals

x.) Fallin' Up w/ Zow [On hold w/ Toasteh]

x.) (Post title goes here) [Status goes here]

PLOTS
-Meet and befriend Zow; develop crush
-Meet Dask, see what happens (maybe helps him realize his bi tendencies)
-Meet Ulmbiri, see what happens
-Realize his bisexual nature
-Reunite with Sicarian?


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//Vivanna

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Pronunciation: vih-VAW-nuh
Alias: Viv, Vanna
Age: 3 years
Birth Season: Late Spring
Species: Equine
Gender: Mare
Breed: QH/Paint/Appy
Height: 15.3 hh
Coat Color: Flaxen Red Dun Near-Leopard Appaloosa
Eye Color: Dark Brown, pupils are clouded blue {Blind}
Genetics: A⁺A^t/Dd/ff/Lplp/Sd^Ssd^S
Appearance: Streaks of red and white laced into flaxen mane and tail. White blanket covering rump and leads down backs of gaskins, hindquarters, stomach, and blending into the red over ribcage, withers, chest, and shoulders. Largest spots are on the blanket, and get smaller and more spread out toward her head and legs. Spots on the white are red like the rest of body. Spots on the red are white. Spots lightly speckled along hocks/knees and down. Face is sparsely speckled, the most noticable being the dime sized spot next to right eye and a scar on left temple that could pass as a spot. Muzzle is black and there's black "eye-liner" around both eyes.

Personality: Sweet and shy, this mare is one to steal your heart. Though she is blind, she can see shadows in the otherwise dark abyss, but most of the time her major disadvantage does not get her down. It does leave her vulnerable, however, and she does get her fair share of flightiness. Partly because of her blindness, and also in part of her nature, Vanna loves company. She 'sees' best by touch and feel, and often uses this an excuse for her level of intimacy, passion, and need for affection. Viv's dream is to find a mate who shares this with her and who she can trust enough to depend on at times.

History: Vanna grew up as a happy, healthy filly in the Eastern Forest. She had never known her father or what had ever happened to him, but she was happy enough with her mother not to care. Before she was a yearling, she'd been out exploring and wandering through the trees when something scared her and she went running blindly. Calling for her mom and looking behind her for whatever it was, she hadn't seen the cliff in front of her and fell over it into the river that awaited below. The cliff was only a good 8 feet, but it was enough of a drop that when Vanna hit the side of her head on a rock upon impact of the water it knocked her clean out. When she woke up, her mother was there- having saved her from drowning- but Vanna could no longer see anything but shadows. She'd been scared at first, and getting accustomed to the change was a struggle, but it helped that she'd had her mother. By her second year of life, Viv was functioning as well as a blind horse could, and no longer truly needed a guiding companion. Still, her mother was like a security blanket and she clung to it until the day that her mother colicked and died four months after her second birthday. Eight months later, Vanna was adjusting well, but did not have the courage to leave the Valley.

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History in the Making

Siblings: None
Friends: None yet
Foes: None yet
Mate: None
Crushes: None
Acquaintances: None yet
Offspring: None

Muse Level: Good

Portals

x.) Running Blind w/ Balkir [In progress w/ Snowster]

x.) (Post title goes here) [Status goes here]

PLOTS
-Get 'rescued' by Balkir
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//Kovarik

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Pronunciation: koe-VAWR-ick
Alias: Kov, Kova
Age: 6 years
Birth Season: Early Winter
Species: Equine
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Quarab (25% QH/75% Arab)
Height: 16.1 hh
Coat Color: Sooty Dark Bay
Eye Color: Black
Genetics: Ee/Aa^t/Stysty
Appearance: With a frame that of a stockier arabian, he has a more muscular body, thicker legs, and not so delicate features. The quarter horse also gives him high-speed while the arab gives him the ability to maintain the speed over long distances. The combination makes him one high-energy horse. Not including his personality.. No white markings mar his coat, though he has many scars which are healed over but are black from where hair did not grow back: the most prominent being one crossing downward over right eye, three claw marks down left shoulder, diagonal foot-long scar on right ribcage that points down to his belly, crescent-shaped scar on hind left gaskin, and another crescent-shaped scar on rump by dock that leads down in a thin 6" line over left side of rump.

Personality: In short, he is a psycho sociopath. This stallion hates the world and everything in it, pretty much. He can easily be described as a sadomasochist, which means not only does he enjoy giving pain, but very much enjoys receiving it. He's a believer of the phrase "what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger." If something doesn't hurt, not only does it mean he's strong, it means he's not getting any stronger. He's very odd, a thrill-seeker, but doesn't have much of a kind bone in his body. His eyes are completely black and said to seem soulless; as cold as his heart, though it was rumored he didn't have one of those either. Kova is definitely not the type of horse to cross, especially for the light-hearted, because he has a sick, twisted love for destroying them.

History: Kovarik was born and raised in a small herd residing on the desert just off the far north borders of EQ, adjacent to Shahir. From the moment he could form a personality, he had been a dark one. In his earliest days he was always the silent and watchful type. So much so, in fact, that everyone seemed to grow to hate him rather quickly, which was fine by him. He hated them all just the same. He grew fast, though never fast enough for his own liking. His very first goal ever had been to kill his father, the "king" of the herd. He'd had to interest in the crown at all, only wanted to kill the stallion for spawning him, just to prove he could. The fact that the stallion seemed to take pride in beating him, as well as the others in the herd, to show his strength made Kov all the more anxious. Unfortunately, he could not wait longer than two years to carry out his self-placed sentence, and tried way too soon. And failed. As his sire taunted him for it, he grew more and more angry and anxious. Repeated attempts earned him most of the scars he bears today, and exile from the herd. He was seen as an abomination to the herd and always the outcast, so out they cast him. And Kova could have cared less. The next four years he spent gaining strength, earning more scars, leaving death or just plain carnage in his wake. He found he loved to force-breed innocent mares the most, the act two great benefits to him rolled into one. And now, he wanders into EQ to see what else he can do.

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Voice of: Jeremy Irons, as Scar, does have the british accent

History in the Making

Siblings: He doesn't pay attention to this, though he probably has a few
Friends: Pfft..
Foes: The world..
Mate: Meh..
Crushes: Zira, she's the only one who can even his temper at times
Acquaintances: Zira, though he's known her a long time. Just started paying actual attention to her.
Offspring: None that he's aware of, but probably has a few illegitimate spawn here and there.

Muse Level: Good.

Portals

x.) Faster then my Bullet w/ Zira [In progress w/ nala]

x.) Lunatic w/ Aoife [On hold w/ toast]

PLOTS
-Reunite with Zira and find out that she's the only one that he has a semblance of a feeling for
-Meet Aoife and bring her to the dark side
- Meet Havra
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//Dominik

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Pronunciation: As spelled
Alias: Dom or Nik
Age: 5 years
Birth Season: Mid Fall
Species: Equine
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Percheron/Friesian (Cold)
Height: 18.2hh
Coat Color: Black
Eye Color: Rich Brown
Genetics: Ee
Appearance: Dom is pure black, big, and packed with muscles. His only markings are a diagonal scar from left mid shoulder down to back of forearm, a scar along crease of hock and just above on gaskin on hind left leg, and a small scar along underside of chest.

Personality: [working out kinks] Chivalrous at heart, Dom is still young, fun-loving, and flirty to the core. He is intensely loyal to his brother, Donovan, even despite their sibling rivalry and playful jabs. His favorite game is when a mare plays hard-to-get, although if she teases too long he does lose interest. He's big, brawny, and tough, but he also has a brain and likes to use it. '"Suave" is also a good word for him. He can smooth-talk the females until the sun goes down, and then get intimate under the cover of night. His latest qualm seems to be sticking around long enough afterward.

History: Coming soon

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Voice of: Dominic Purcell

History in the Making

Siblings: Donovan (Half-brother by sire)
Friends: None except his brother for now
Foes: None
Mate: None
Crushes: None
Acquaintances: Isis
Offspring: None yet

Muse Level: Fair

Portals

x.) Obsidian Butterfly w/ Donovan and Isis [On hold w/ thoxic and toasteh]

x.) (Post title goes here) [status goes here]

PLOTS
-Meet Isis with Donovan and compete for her attention
-Become reacquainted with Isis
-Meet Futterwacken, see what happens
-Meet Miri, see where it leads

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[Xenan]

Ref pics: This body, but female | This color/markings, but darker where the brown is in mane/tail | These eyes

//Natari

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Pronunciation: Nuh-TAH-ree
Alias: Tari
Age: 4 years
Birth Season: Spring
Species: Equine
Gender: Mare
Breed: Tennessee Walker
Height: 17 hh
Coat Color: Amber Cream Dun Champagne Minimal Tobiano
Eye Color: Amber
Genetics: Ee/A^aa^A/Dd/nCr^prl/Chch/Tt
Appearance: Tari is very tall, sleek in muscle, and very beautiful. And she knows it. She has a star between her eyes, socks on her front- and back-left legs, a partial fetlock on her front right, and a pastern on the back right. She’s got off-white, gold streaks through an otherwise dark brown/black mane that fades back to gold toward the ends. Same off-white gold in tail, only at the dock. She has lighter patches of the off-white markings in a jagged line only on her crest, hidden by mane, and around the base of her tail. Black tail fades to gold toward the end as well.

Personality: Over her four years of life, she has developed an obsession, but only for one being. Eztli, whom she had only gotten glimpses of in her lifetime, was the one she believed herself to be destined for. Other than that, Tari can easily be described as a masochistic thrill-seeker. She doesn’t know it yet, but she has a penchant for getting herself into trouble, and liking her punishment, whatever it might be. She is capable of being sweet and kind, but it’s generally only when she gets her way. If her plans go awry, she can turn into quite the psycho bitch, and does anything she can to recover from it.

History: Grew up to be a healthy mare from Shahir, always wanting to slip into Mael borders, but restricted by her adoring parents, who thought it much too dangerous for such a pretty female as herself. They were right, but it never stopped Tari from dreaming about it. Occasionally, she would catch glimpses of the colt dubbed Eztli, and every so often- when her sire and dam weren’t looking, she would cross the borders just to watch him. She was a borderline stalker, and had never been caught, but she’d developed quite an admiration for the boy who had grown into quite the beast and she ever so desired to one day be at his side. Where her thrill-seeking nature came from, nobody knows. Her parents always said it was adventurous foolishness, but the truth was it went much deeper than that. Though the extent of it has yet to be discovered.

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History in the Making

Friends: None
Foes: None
Mate: None
Crushes: Eztli
Acquaintances: None
Offspring: None

Muse Level: Good

Portals

x.) Addiction & Satisfaction w/Eztli [In progress w/ Snow]

x.) (post title goes here) [Status goes here]

PLOTS
-Finally meet Eztli, the man of her dreams
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//Jaximus

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Pronunciation: As spelled
Alias: Jax
Age: 5 years
Birth Season: Early Fall
Species: Equine
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Belgian Draft
Height: 17.2 hh
Coat Color: Flaxen Chestnut Pangare
Eye Color: Brown
Genetics: A⁺a⁺/ff/Pp
Appearance: Big, brawny, and handsome. He is a light chestnut, lightened further by the pangare splash along his flanks, belly, chest, and a bit on the legs. His flaxen mane curtains much of his bulky neck, and an equally flaxen tail hangs to just below his hocks. Light feathering on each of his fetlocks. He has a thin blaze that runs down between his nostrils and around his chin. A dark splotchy birthmark also mars his right thigh.

Personality: Unfortunately, Jax is easily described as having more brawn than brain. He's a big goofy lug of a brute, and is kind and friendly to most he meets unless rubbed the wrong way. A bit quirky, though, as he suffers from short-term memory loss and unless there was a significant event in his past, Jax doesn't remember much before a few days previous to any given moment. He's easy to manipulate at times, though his temper is slow-to-rise, and trickery is often lost on him. Better to be straightforward with this guy, else he probably won't get the point trying to be made. That being said, he's very much like a big kid at heart and can be a pleasure or a pain to be around, depending on the company.

History: Born in Winril, and raised in the norm of society under the customs of any wild horse. He wanders as a bachelor now, and the rest is yet to be written.

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History in the Making

Friends: None
Foes: None
Mate: None
Crushes: None
Acquaintances: None
Offspring: None

Muse Level: Fair

Portals

x.) Forget Me Not w/ Chione [In progress w/ Thoxic]

x.) (Post title goes here) [Status goes here]

PLOTS
-Meet Chione, see where it leads
-Meet Miri, see what happens
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[Xenan]

What he currently looks like: here | here | here | here

//Zsasz

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Pronunciation: Zazz
Alias: none
Age: 7 months
Birth Season: Mid Summer
Species: Equine
Gender: Stallion (colt)
Breed: Shire/Andalusian
Height: 17.3 hh
Coat Color: Bay minimal sabino tobiano
Eye Color: Left-blue, right-brown
Genetics: Ee/Aa/Sbsb/Tt
Appearance: For now, he is a tall and fuzzy colt, muscles forming over a broad bone structure, feathering already growing thick. As he is, he is growing handsomer by the week and sprouting like a tree. When fully grown, he will be sleek but decked out in muscle. His mane and tail will flow long, and his coloring will set into it's permanent shading. His markings consist of a wide blaze reaching close to both eyes and down to lips, black on both sides of mouth. Four stockings with sabino fraying. Right front has black partial fetlock.

Personality: It's a work in progress. He's still a young, peppy lil colt. But he's very impressionable and any personality could have an effect on his. He is also rather intelligent for his age.

History: Zsasz was born originally in Quul and was raised reluctantly by a single mother who didn't want him, but didn't have the heart to ditch him before he could be weaned. All he knew of his sire was when he'd first been born. Within a couple days of life, his father came to see him with his mother and said to her simply to come back to him perhaps when she'd gotten rid of him. Zsasz never understood why his father had done so, but he'd been happy regardless. When his mother told him she was leaving and he wasn't to follow her, he understood even less, but she'd told him he'd be strong on his own and could even find someone else to watch over him. So he went to do just that, though with the coming of winter in the tundra- even for a fluffy colt as him- the days were growing cold enough that he decided to move south to find warmer lands, food, and a guardian. The rest has yet to be written.

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History in the Making

Siblings: None
Friends: None
Foes: None
Mate: Too young
Crushes: None
Acquaintances: None
Offspring: Too young

Muse Level: Good

Portals

x.) Young Hearts & Foolish Dreams w/ Suli & Noor [In progress w/ Toast]

x.) (Post title goes here) [Status goes here]

PLOTS
-Meet Suli and her son, Noor, and become adopted into their little family.
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[Xenan]

Ref pics: here | here

//Atreus

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Pronunciation: Ah-trey-us
Alias: Tre
Age: 6 years
Birth Season: Spring
Species: Equine
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Anglo-Arab
Height: 16.3 hh
Coat Color: Black Frame Sabino
Eye Color: Dark blue
Genetics: Ee/Oo/SbSb
Appearance: Tre is tall, sleek, and well-muscled from living long years in the mountains of his homeland. He has a bald face that curls around muzzle to halfway up jaw line. White patch on left side of neck reaches down toward shoulder. Back right leg is bare, but rest of legs have sabino fraying and connects to the white that reaches up to shoulders and flank on left side. Underbelly/ribcages are covered with one big white splash. Left side, all is connected. Right side, shoulder and side patches are separated. Mane and tail are long and flowing, both completely black.

Personality: Tre is an oddball and always has been. He's the watchful type, mostly calm-natured, and very patient when he wants to be. Temper does rise when provoked, but mostly, he is very controlled. What makes him different from the others is the company he keeps, or prefers to keep, around him. Tre is not one to like the 'normal' ones, or anything even close to normal. They bore him. So, he's constantly seeking companionship from those with.. something special or unusual about them. The more extreme, the better in his eyes. He loves to interact with them, see what makes them tick, what keeps them calm; how far he can push until they snap. Sure, this behavior is often dangerous, depending on the other, but it's all in good fun for him. Atreus never goes looking for trouble exactly, but he's a highly intelligent and intellectual being and only wishes to make use of it. Just might not always be such a great thing, depending on whose eyes you look through.

History: Nothing altogether special. He was born and raised in the Mountains far north of EQ borders, even spent some time in the desert depending on how rough winters would get in the mounts.

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History in the Making

Siblings: None
Friends: None yet
Foes: None yet
Mate: None
Crushes: None
Acquaintances: None yet
Offspring: None in character

Muse Level: Good

Portals

x.) (Post title goes here) [Status goes here]

x.) (Post title goes here) [Status goes here]

PLOTS
-Meet Khyme, become fascinated with her, seek after her heart
-Meet Ouiamu, try to figure him out
-Meet Astarea, see what happens
-Find mares to follow him
-Meet Eztli and establish an agreement to lead a harem in Mael.

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[Xenan]

Ref pics: here | here | here

//Zarek

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Pronunciation: zuh-RECK
Alias: Zar
Age: 7 years
Birth Season: Early Fall
Species: Equine
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Egyptian Arabian
Height: 17.1 hh
Coat Color: Bay Tobiano Sabino
Eye Color: Brown
Genetics: Ee/A^ta^a/Tt/Sbsb
Appearance: Zar is the tallest of his brothers and sister. He is sleek and well-muscled, and always carries himself with obvious pride. He has a stripe that extends from his muzzle between nostrils, up to forehead where it fans out just the slightest bit. White lightning struck patches cover his neck, shoulders, ribcage, chest, hindquarters, and connects down to legs' stockings. All markings are frayed and pointed. His mane has one streak of white in it, tail has white streaked partially through a quarter of the way down. Both are long and flowing.

Personality: He is the boldest of the Four, the Leader, and the one who makes all the chief decisions. He's a firm believer in what they each have been raised by, so most everything he does revolves around that. He's sort of the serious type, but when it's just he and his brothers and sister, he is capable of smiling. He can be called selfish, but if one really pays attention, he does everything in regards not only to what they believe in, but to what his family desires. [working out the kinks]

History: Zarek and his brothers and sister came from a long line of very strict horses from the far Northwestern Mountains, beyond the borders of the Lands. This herd lived by the strongest of beliefs. They followed the ancient traditions of their forefathers, and they their forefathers before them, going back to a time when Latin was the chief language (and to them, still is). Their beliefs are that in order to achieve greatness, they must keep their blood pure. Being "Pureblooded" is all they were raised to believe was important; that those who weren't were low and doomed to a lowly existence, even after death. What lays beyond life after death has never been altogether certain for them, as the story varies too much between horse to horse, but they were taught to believe that Purebloods were superior, and would go to a higher place after death, and 'dirtying' the lines would lower your stance in the Great One's eyes. And so they were taught never to associate with those they naturally call "Mutts" or "Mudbloods". And now that he and Tariq are 7 years, and Mazurik and Xariah are 6, they decided to see what new place they could find for themselves, to start a new herd with all new bloodlines, and to spread the purity as well as their beliefs. And Zarek would be the one to lead them.

Being the oldest (even by just ten minutes to his twin, Tariq), the biggest, and the strongest, Zarek has always been the ones his brothers and sister looked up to when they were younger. Such did not change much as they grew, or even when the time came that Zar thought they should move on. He's the one, you could say, that believes the most in the ancient ways, and the others follow the intelligence and the ardor, the strength and the passion, that lives within him.

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History in the Making

Siblings: Tariq- twin brother; Mazurik- younger brother, twin to Ria; Xariah- younger sister, twin to Maz
Friends: None yet
Foes: None yet
Mate: None
Crushes: None
Acquaintances: None yet
Offspring: None yet

Muse Level: Good

Portals

x.) (Post title goes here) [Status goes here]

x.) (Post title goes here) [Status goes here]

PLOTS
-Find a suitable home for he and his family.
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[Xenan]

Ref pics: here | here | here

//Tariq

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Pronunciation: tah-REEK
Alias: Tar
Age: 7 years
Birth Season: Early Fall
Species: Equine
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Egyptian Arabian
Height: 17.0 hh
Coat Color: Dark Buckskin Tobiano
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Genetics: Ee/Aa^t/nCr/Tt
Appearance: Tariq is just an inch shorter than his twin, but no less proud or regal in the way he carries himself, and just as sleek and proportionately muscled. He has an irregular blaze that thins and curves to favor the right side of nose/muzzle halfway down the nose. There is a bare spot in blaze, shaped like a diamond in center of his forehead. He has jagged, a bit frayed, tobiano patches down neck and shoulders, almost connects to frayed stocking on right front leg. Jagged and curvy patch over hindquarters, points up to withers in a thin line along back. Lightly frayed white stockings on all legs. His mane and tail are long and flowing. His mane has a lot of white in it, while his tail has just a little mixed in at his dock.

Personality: Second oldest of the Four, Tariq is like an advisor, or second-in-command to Zarek. He is one to look at all aspects of everything before making a decision on anything, and therefore helps Zar make the harder choices. While not quite as serious as his older kin, Tar is just as serious about their beliefs as Zar is. He is rather calm and proud, regal in the way he carries himself, but he enjoys rough-housing and taunting the younger twins. He is intensely loyal, and trustful only of those he believes worthy, unless given reason to think otherwise. [working out the kinks]

History: Tariq and his brothers and sister came from a long line of very strict horses from the far Northwestern Mountains, beyond the borders of the Lands. This herd lived by the strongest of beliefs. They followed the ancient traditions of their forefathers, and they their forefathers before them, going back to a time when Latin was the chief language (and to them, still is). Their beliefs are that in order to achieve greatness, they must keep their blood pure. Being "Pureblooded" is all they were raised to believe was important; that those who weren't were low and doomed to a lowly existence, even after death. What lays beyond life after death has never been altogether certain for them, as the story varies too much between horse to horse, but they were taught to believe that Purebloods were superior, and would go to a higher place after death, and 'dirtying' the lines would lower your stance in the Great One's eyes. And so they were taught never to associate with those they naturally call "Mutts" or "Mudbloods". And now that he and Zarek are 7 years, and Mazurik and Xariah are 6, they decided to see what new place they could find for themselves, to start a new herd with all new bloodlines, and to spread the purity as well as their beliefs. And he would follow Zarek to the end.

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History in the Making

Siblings: Zarek- twin brother; Mazurik- younger brother, twin to Ria; Xariah- younger sister, twin to Maz
Friends: None yet
Foes: None yet
Mate: None
Crushes: None
Acquaintances: None yet
Offspring: None yet

Muse Level: Good

Portals

x.) (Post title goes here) [Status goes here]

x.) (Post title goes here) [Status goes here]

PLOTS
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[Xenan]

Ref pics: here | here | here

//Mazurik

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Pronunciation: MAH-zur-ick
Alias: Maz
Age: 6 years
Birth Season: Mid Spring
Species: Equine
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Egyptian Arabian
Height: 16.3 hh
Coat Color: Red Dun Tobiano
Eye Color: Brown
Genetics: Aa^a/Dd/Tt
Appearance: Maz is an inch shorter than Tariq, but an inch taller than Ria. He is a bit more robust than the older twins, though he is no less regal, and is proportionate in his musculature. He has a broad white star in center of his forehead. Left side: Large, broad white patch covering neck, chest, ribcage, belly, and down to all of foreleg. Smaller splotch on side between the large patch and the one over top of hip/rump. Hind leg has a sock. Right side: Thin, streak of white from over back, down to ribcage where it fans out to larger patch over chest and connects to other side and down all of foreleg. Patch over hindquarters follows down and connects to where most of hind leg is white. Mane and tail are long and flowing. Mane is primarily white except up closer to poll and forelock. Tail fades to a creamy white further down to the tip.

Personality: Third in rank to the Four, Maz still carries a bit of youth within him, even at six years, and has the most humor in the group. Of the four, he is naturally most attached to his sister, however he is intensely loyal to Zarek and Tariq. He carries the same beliefs, knowing no better, and lives by them as they all do, but he is not nearly so serious about it as the older twins. [working out the kinks]

History: Mazurik and his brothers and sister came from a long line of very strict horses from the far Northwestern Mountains, beyond the borders of the Lands. This herd lived by the strongest of beliefs. They followed the ancient traditions of their forefathers, and they their forefathers before them, going back to a time when Latin was the chief language (and to them, still is). Their beliefs are that in order to achieve greatness, they must keep their blood pure. Being "Pureblooded" is all they were raised to believe was important; that those who weren't were low and doomed to a lowly existence, even after death. What lays beyond life after death has never been altogether certain for them, as the story varies too much between horse to horse, but they were taught to believe that Purebloods were superior, and would go to a higher place after death, and 'dirtying' the lines would lower your stance in the Great One's eyes. And so they were taught never to associate with those they naturally call "Mutts" or "Mudbloods". And now that he and Xariah are 6 years, and Zarek and Tariq are 7, they decided to see what new place they could find for themselves, to start a new herd with all new bloodlines, and to spread the purity as well as their beliefs. And he would follow Zarek to the end.

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History in the Making

Siblings: Zarek- older brother, twin to Tar; Tariq- older brother, twin to Zar; Xariah- twin sister
Friends: None yet
Foes: None yet
Mate: None
Crushes: None
Acquaintances: None yet
Offspring: None yet

Muse Level: Good

Portals

x.) (Post title goes here) [Status goes here]

x.) (Post title goes here) [Status goes here]

PLOTS
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[Xenan]

Ref pics: here | here | here (Has blue eyes)

//Xariah

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Pronunciation: zuh-RYE-uh
Alias: Ria
Age: 6 years
Birth Season: Mid Spring
Species: Equine
Gender: Mare
Breed: Egyptian Arabian
Height: 16.2 hh
Coat Color: Light Buckskin Splash Tovero
Eye Color: Blue
Genetics: Ee/A⁺a/nCr/Tt/Oo/SplSpl
Appearance: Ria is the shortest of the group, but as a mare she is taller than average. She is sleeker, rather delicate (in appearance only), but is pristine and elegant in stature, and no less proportionate in muscle-tone. She has a bald face that covers most of left cheek but only top rim of right cheek. Left side: white covers most of her body, especially by her neck, shoulder, ribcage, chest, and belly. It gets splotchier further by her rear end and connects to hind leg mostly on inner leg; extends down foreleg until mid-knee-length, leaving a 'bare sock'. Right side: Dominantly white, though it doesn't connect anywhere over her back. Rump/buttcheeks are bare as well as flanks and back of gaskins. White reaches down hind leg in front to connect to stocking. Foreleg is completely white. Mane and tail are long and flowing. Mane is intermittently smokey black and white because of the way the patches touch her crest. Tail is creamy/smokey black, but lighter than in mane, and fades to white just past mid-length.

Personality: The youngest of the Four, and the only female, she is heavily protected and knows she is safe. Often Ria feels she is so safe that she can be bold and stand strong with little-to-no fear within her. Having never really been apart from the other three, it is hard to say if she would still be that way, but Ria likes to think she is just as strong as the males she wanders with. She is good with plants and herbal remedies for sickness or injuries, and is peace-keeper between her brothers. When testosterone takes them over and tempers loosen, Xariah is there to step in and take charge. Being the youngest, one would think she would act it, but the only time she really indulges humor is when she and her brothers play or tease, and she can be quite the sassy one. All the same, she believes in the ancient ways just as much as her brothers, but is a follower, and has a kind heart. She is the only one who questions whether being a "mutt" really means they won't go to the same place when this life is over as they will for being "pure," however she will not go out of her way to voice this thought, as she thinks highly of her brothers and is happy with her life. The only difference is that she does not belittle those who are "unpure" as much as her brothers, and will push them in their place when they get out of hand with others.[working out the kinks]

History: Xariah and her brothers came from a long line of very strict horses from the far Northwestern Mountains, beyond the borders of the Lands. This herd lived by the strongest of beliefs. They followed the ancient traditions of their forefathers, and they their forefathers before them, going back to a time when Latin was the chief language (and to them, still is). Their beliefs are that in order to achieve greatness, they must keep their blood pure. Being "Pureblooded" is all they were raised to believe was important; that those who weren't were low and doomed to a lowly existence, even after death. What lays beyond life after death has never been altogether certain for them, as the story varies too much between horse to horse, but they were taught to believe that Purebloods were superior, and would go to a higher place after death, and 'dirtying' the lines would lower your stance in the Great One's eyes. And so they were taught never to associate with those they naturally call "Mutts" or "Mudbloods". And now that she and Maz are 6 years, and Zarek and Tariq are 7, they decided to see what new place they could find for themselves, to start a new herd with all new bloodlines, and to spread the purity as well as their beliefs. And she would follow Zarek to the end.

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History in the Making

Siblings: Zarek- older brother, twin to Tar; Tariq- older brother, twin to Zar; Mazurik- twin brother
Friends: None yet
Foes: None yet
Mate: None
Crushes: None
Acquaintances: None yet
Offspring: None yet

Muse Level: Good

Portals

x.) (Post title goes here) [Status goes here]

x.) (Post title goes here) [Status goes here]

PLOTS
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[Xenan]

Ref pics: here | here

//Cheza

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Pronunciation: cheh-zuh
Alias: Chez
Age: 4 years
Birth Season: Early Summer
Species: Equine
Gender: Mare
Breed: Egyptian Arabian
Height: 16.0 hh
Coat Color: Palomino Blanket Appaloosa
Eye Color: Brown
Genetics: A^Aa^a/Crcr/Lplp/Sd^Ssd^S/PATN
Appearance: Cheza is tall and sleek with a conformation that holds true with her strong personality, though her bones are not as thick as she sometimes wishes. White blanket with bare spots that covers rump, hindquarters, and back up to- but not covering- the withers. The blanket reaches down to backs of gaskins, but does not reach hocks. Two socks on hind legs. There are splotches of white on both hind legs, but they don't connect to each other except on in and outside of the right one connects to sock. A frayed patch of white with bare spots covers bottom of chest/belly and is visible on both sides. There are three small, white spots on right side between the blanket and the lower patch. Two small, white spots on left shoulder. She has striped hooves in the front, as well as splotches that could be socks if they connected around the cannon bones, but they also don't reach down to the pasterns of her forelegs either. There is a stripe along her forehead, nose and muzzle. Mane and tail are long and flowing, both pure white.

Personality: She is proud, defiant, strong. She has the determination to stand up for anything she believes in, no matter what the cost. She's the kind of mare that stays loyal to the end and isn't above lying to protect those she loves, even if it means she'll die. She's intelligent, sometimes manipulative, but never to get anything for herself more than she would do so for others.

History: Born in the Valley. Separated from her parents when she was three, now is seeking a life for herself. She was raised normally, by normal parents, with good morals.

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History in the Making

Siblings: None
Friends: None yet
Foes: None yet
Mate: None
Crushes: None
Acquaintances: None yet
Offspring: None yet

Muse Level: Good

Portals

x.) (Post title goes here) [Status goes here]

x.) (Post title goes here) [Status goes here]

PLOTS
-Talk with one of Voltair's victims, get angry, and go off to learn more about the bastard
-Come to find that Volt has a brother, Socrates, whom he hates. (Enemy of my enemy is my friend) Seek out the stallion, befriend him, come to like him even. Tells him that his brother still lives.
-Seek out Voltair to become Socrates' mole and becomes his prisoner

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//Monachus (means "Monk" in Latin)

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Pronunciation: muhn-AW-kuss
Alias: the monk
Age: 5 years
Birth Season: Spring
Species: Equine
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Arabian
Height: 16.0 hh
Coat Color: Silver sooty pangare sable champagne dun roan varnish spotted blanket sabino-tobiano rabicano-based gray (whited out) with chubari spots.
Eye Color: Amber around the pupil in irregular amounts; blue otherwise (both eyes)
Genetics: Ee/A^Aa^t/Chch/Dd/Pp/Stysty/Lplp/Sd^Ssd^S/Sv^Ssv^S/PATN/Sbsb/Tt/nZ/Rbrb/Rnrn/Ff/cr^prl/Gg
Appearance: Monachus is tall, but not overly so. He's sleek, but packed with muscles. His body is coated with a completely white pelt, with some black and pink around his face and "man parts". Mane and tail are long and flowing, but also completely white.

Personality: Monk sees the world as one giant cluster of germs. He doesn't like most anything in the world. The worst part is that he knows he's different from everyone else, and most of the time he hates himself, but he simply can't help the way he is. He strives for order, cleanliness, symmetry. If anything does not fit that bill, it drives him nuts trying to straighten it up. One of his biggest issues is horses with patterns that don't match up on either side. Or horses with two different colored eyes. He is generally kind by nature, and very, very, smart. But when he comes in contact with something that isn't "right" he either runs away, just doesn't look them right on, or there have been times he's been known to try to kill them. Monachus tends to stay in a state of stress at all times, but it varies as to how much stress he endures at any one time. One other thing is that he simply cannot really stand to be touched.

History: Born outside The Lands. Never knew his father. His mother was a beautiful soul who loved him dearly, but passed onto him her perfectionism, her obsessive-compulsiveness, and her need for everything to have order. Now he just tries to live as best he can.

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History in the Making

Siblings: None
Friends: None yet
Foes: None yet
Mate: None
Crushes: None
Acquaintances: None yet
Offspring: None yet

Muse Level: Good

Portals

x.) Some Kind'a Crazy w/ Aoife [In progress w/ Toast]

x.) (Post title goes here) [Status goes here]

PLOTS
-Meet Aoife and try to befriend her
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