The Royal and the Demon

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Name: Windsor
Gender: mare
Breed: Dutch Warmblood x [Thoroughbred x Quarter Horse]
Age: 4 years
Arrived in MUSTANG: Autumn, 6
Coat Color: Black - non fading - ref
Height: 17.0 hh
Eye Color: Amber

Personality: Windsor is many things. When you first meet her, she seems almost perfect; a glossy black coat, a powerful build, a razor sharp intellect, and a touch of class and charm all topped off by a light English accent. She doesn't take crap from others, and will stand up for somebody else if trouble arises and they desire it. She is an extremely loyal friend, and is the type to lay down her life for you. She was always a leading type, and is a strong fighter. However, she is not as perfect as she may seem. Although good at keeping her head in extreme situations, she is very much an adrenaline junkie. She grew up in an environment where you always had to be on your toes, so she is alert, and sometimes startles easy. She thrives on a dangerous lifestyle, and sometimes will go so far as to pick fights. If you try to insult her, she'll just brush you off - she is not vain, and neither is she extremely self-conscious, so it doesn't bug her if others seem to think her size makes her undesirable, or if other mares think her not dainty or pretty enough.

However, there are certain personalities that drive her up the wall. Manipulative, narcissistic, and especially the hero type. Chivalry for the most part is okay, but she cant stand when stallions (or mares) seem to think it their job to rescue her, or anyone. Sometimes she gets irritated by certain tones of voice, or even snide comments that might not even be about her. Those are the characters she picks fights with, and picking a fight with her is generally not a good idea for the opposing party. When she gets angry, or even mildly irritated, she slips into a blunt northern accent. However, the same thing also happens if she gets extremely excited. She is the rudest to her closest friends, often calling them horrible names and calling them out on the silliest things, but it's always affectionate - therefore calling a friend "bitch" is a term of endearment for Windsor. 

Despite many of her unusual characteristics, she is still full of youth. She is curious, and intuitive. She likes to figure things out, and she likes a challenge. She can cuss like nobody's business. She loves to laugh. And yet there is also a darkness in her. When provoked to a certain point, or feeling threatened, or protecting another, she can be extremely brutal. She has killed before, though she never speaks of it, and denies that it has affected her. She is no stranger to death, and torture, and loss, but she is still young, and therefore she is not completely broken. Just a little bit. 

History: Windsor's father was a believer in strength, both physical and mental. He was a massive horse, a thick warmblood standing at seventeen and a half hands. He was a leader, and was quite proud of that. Yet he only ever had one child, and that was Windsor. Two other stallions also lived in his herd, and fathered many foals, most of whom Windsor was friends with, but she was always set apart to some degree. Her mother was less imposing, a good hand and a half shorter, but she was not like the proper, calm, intelligent leader. She was something of a rebel, something that was passed on to her daughter. She liked adventure, had a heavy northern accent, and could drop a well placed f-bomb on a dime. She was nothing like the proper, English stud she had come to love, and perhaps that was why they fell in love. 

Windsor was raised like she was destined to be both a general and a queen. She was taught to fight, given complex scenarios to work out, and was often sent out with the other foals of the herd without supervision. They all learned excellent survival skills, they play-fought, and of course had many adventures that all foals should have. Yet her life was a notch more intense, and slightly more regulated than it probably should have been. She was taught to fight until the other horse backed down, and of course, it got her into trouble. When she was a year old, she was out on her own when she ran across a young bachelor colt who decided she was his to keep. She fought him off, but she went too far - of course, the brash colt wasn't about to quit trying, so he got himself killed by the little general. When she realized what she had done, she disappeared for weeks.

After that, her mother had a long discussion with her about how her father had grown up in a place where the average lifespan was only six years, so fighting to the death was a natural occurrence, something that didn't bother him. So she should not be alarmed when he acts like murder is always alright, just as long as it is self defense. Yet Windsor did not believe murder was ever right - it could be justified, and one would not be considered a horrible being if they killed out of self defense, but that did not make it right.

When Windsor was two years old, her father told her that she was to take his place when she was four years old. He never saw a problem with a female taking control, just so long as she always was able to take into consideration the desires and suggestions of others, including stallions. At first, Windsor fell in love with the idea. She thought it was brilliant, and she was ready for the challenge. Of course, that all changed when she was three.

Her father Polaris, had control of well over twenty horses - which made him quite the target, as well as his many mares, foals, and other stallions. So it was no surprise when what he had been preparing everyone for actually happened. They were attacked by a large group of bachelor stallions. They all fought, and viciously. Several were killed, and all were injured. The enemies were driven away, but when the fight was over, the unthinkable happened. One moment, Polaris was snorting, bloody, and wild with adrenaline and the excitement of a battle well fought. The next moment, he was lying on the ground, dead. Nobody ever figured out why he died, only that it had something to do with a injury from the fight. The only thing that really mattered was that it was Windsor's turn to take charge. Despite her preparations, the filly panicked. It was too much pressure, and she ran away, unable to face returning.

It took her a year of wandering to finally come to terms with her desertion. She finally returned, and discovered that her mother had taken her place. She was forgiven, and offered the position of leader, but Windsor realized that she couldn't live there anymore. She had to move on. And so, she did, and she has been wandering ever since.
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