Post by Whipster on Jun 24, 2013 9:48:57 GMT -7
► NAME Gisteren (pronounced hiss-tear-en)it means yesterday in Dutch
► GENDER male
► AGE four
► SEXUALITY bisexual
► BREEDS friesian x appaloosa x thoroughbred x clydesdale
► HEIGHT 17.1hh
► COAT grullo, blanket, lacing, skunk tail, brindle, stripe and snip face markings, all four hooves striped like that of the appaloosa's, stockings on backlegs and to his fetlocks on the front legs.
► EYES blue
► SCARS not any in particular
► GENETICS ?
► PERSONALITY Flamboyant, the giant of a horse sleekly and uselessly maneuvers himself though life. His simple-minded meanderings seem to land him in either the most fortunate, or more recently, the most unfortunate of places.
► HISTORY This prideful brute, always puffing his insanely colored chest out, was the result of a twisted forbidden love. His mother, an escaped mare from a barn living with a small harem. She had been bred by her leader once before. However, one particular Spring she took a liking to an enemy bachelor stallion. Actually, he had just won his harem, how attractive he was to her. It wasn't long until she was pregnant with someone else's foal. Her leader wasn't happy, but he wasn't about to lose authority of one of his scare mares over a lovechild. Anyway, he grew up with constant curiosity rained onto him by the horse horses. His coat just kept changing, one year it would look horrid and he would hide and get mercilessly bullied, another year we would gloat and shine with jealousy as his reward. His life was full of the wild horse experience at first, actually a bit harder then most. However, at a young age he watched in horror as his harem was mercilessly slaughtered by humans. He was young, and exciting to look at, therefore the humans spared him to auction. Where he was quickly sold to an old woman in England with a breeding farm. Most people couldn't for the life of them figure out why she'd want a crazy mutt of a horse for breeding. Of course when the colt grew and grew and grew, she found him to be magnificent. He was her favorite, always was. Thus, he became a spoiled breeding stock at a large farm. His ego grew with his height. However, the horses at the barn hatefully picked on him, trying out different nicknames from afar. Until one stuck; the bus. It was his least favorite nickname of time, but of course it stuck immediately. The only one who could use it and not bring hatred to his eyes was a little sorrel mare, in fact, strangely the two got along swimmingly. It wasn't until recently was the young stallion in the wild once again, with a few old memories to teach him how to live out in the world. A fire was what set the masterful stallion outside to the wild. It burned his home, his fields, his bullies, and most importantly the little sorrel mare. He stood by as he watched her crippled corpse burn, her eyes bugging out and mouth open. A noise behind him alerted him to the new dangers, yes, there were other things to worry about now. And so, the massive flashy stallion found himself wandering the world, alone and unchallenged. That is, until he stumbled into Mustang v2, yes there sure would be conflict here for the bus.
ORIG; by Freedon, adopted
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► GENDER male
► AGE four
► SEXUALITY bisexual
► BREEDS friesian x appaloosa x thoroughbred x clydesdale
► HEIGHT 17.1hh
► COAT grullo, blanket, lacing, skunk tail, brindle, stripe and snip face markings, all four hooves striped like that of the appaloosa's, stockings on backlegs and to his fetlocks on the front legs.
► EYES blue
► SCARS not any in particular
► GENETICS ?
► PERSONALITY Flamboyant, the giant of a horse sleekly and uselessly maneuvers himself though life. His simple-minded meanderings seem to land him in either the most fortunate, or more recently, the most unfortunate of places.
► HISTORY This prideful brute, always puffing his insanely colored chest out, was the result of a twisted forbidden love. His mother, an escaped mare from a barn living with a small harem. She had been bred by her leader once before. However, one particular Spring she took a liking to an enemy bachelor stallion. Actually, he had just won his harem, how attractive he was to her. It wasn't long until she was pregnant with someone else's foal. Her leader wasn't happy, but he wasn't about to lose authority of one of his scare mares over a lovechild. Anyway, he grew up with constant curiosity rained onto him by the horse horses. His coat just kept changing, one year it would look horrid and he would hide and get mercilessly bullied, another year we would gloat and shine with jealousy as his reward. His life was full of the wild horse experience at first, actually a bit harder then most. However, at a young age he watched in horror as his harem was mercilessly slaughtered by humans. He was young, and exciting to look at, therefore the humans spared him to auction. Where he was quickly sold to an old woman in England with a breeding farm. Most people couldn't for the life of them figure out why she'd want a crazy mutt of a horse for breeding. Of course when the colt grew and grew and grew, she found him to be magnificent. He was her favorite, always was. Thus, he became a spoiled breeding stock at a large farm. His ego grew with his height. However, the horses at the barn hatefully picked on him, trying out different nicknames from afar. Until one stuck; the bus. It was his least favorite nickname of time, but of course it stuck immediately. The only one who could use it and not bring hatred to his eyes was a little sorrel mare, in fact, strangely the two got along swimmingly. It wasn't until recently was the young stallion in the wild once again, with a few old memories to teach him how to live out in the world. A fire was what set the masterful stallion outside to the wild. It burned his home, his fields, his bullies, and most importantly the little sorrel mare. He stood by as he watched her crippled corpse burn, her eyes bugging out and mouth open. A noise behind him alerted him to the new dangers, yes, there were other things to worry about now. And so, the massive flashy stallion found himself wandering the world, alone and unchallenged. That is, until he stumbled into Mustang v2, yes there sure would be conflict here for the bus.
ORIG; by Freedon, adopted
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