Umber

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Name: Umber
Gender: Female
Breed: Morgan
Age: Five years
Arrived in MUSTANG: Fall, 7th year
Coat Color: Bay
Height: 14.2hh
Eye Color: Brown

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Personality:
- Quiet, reserved
- Independent
- Stubborn, determined
- Self-motivated
- Socially awkward, detached
- Static, unchanging
- Emotionally closed, private

History:
Umber was born to an unclaimed mare by the name of Sasha, in a land not so far away. Followed the next year by her younger half-brother Cedar, the two grew up with only their mother's example to follow and the occasional run-in with a structured herd to show them that their way of life wasn't exactly normal. Cedar lived for those social meetings, a chance to play with other youngsters and strut his stuff to impress the fillies, Umber did not. The other horses were strange, and unknown, unpredictable. If she had her way, she would live in the lowland brush with her mother forever, let the big herds have their free reign of the rest. All she wanted was the peace and quiet, her happy little family. 

Cedar was three years old when he left. The fillies he'd so fancied became his harem, snatched from one of the member-bloated herds on the northern grasslands. He tried to get Sasha and Umber to join him, to make a new life for themselves in warmer safer lands. Sasha couldn't bear to lose her son, she agreed to go north with him, to start over. Umber refused. 

Too proud to follow after her family, knowing that she would never be able to survive the coming winter alone, the little bay was left with no other choice. Turning south, Umber struck out on her own. She had to find a safe place for herself, a home. As a filly, her mother had told her tales of the southern lands, pure and uninhabited, lush and green; paradise. Little did she know that, since her mother's youth, so much had changed in the south, in the land now known as Mustang. Leaders risen, wars fought, blood shed and leaders fallen. Full of life. As the autumn days grew longer, she found herself in exactly the place she'd always hoped to avoid. Maybe this is her fate, her challenge. She has to adapt, she has to survive, and winter is coming.


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