Alexis

[ℳissParadox]

Name: Alexis
Gender: Mare
Breed: Quarter Horse x Thoroughbred x Morgan
Age: Five
Arrived in MUSTANG: Spring, Year 8
Coat Color: Black, four white socks
Height: 16hh
Eye Color: Brown

Personality:
Alexis's wasn't allowed a personality. She was expected to speak when spoken to, do as she was told and never question anything. She slept when told to and killed when asked. She hasn't been free for long, and even now she misses the control. This freedom has made her withdrawn and quiet. Now that she doesn't have to hold her tongue or do as she is told Lex is cautious in a way she has never been before.

History:
Alexis was born as a twin, Lex was born first with her mother dying shortly after and her sister almost not making it. From that moment on it had been a war between the two of them. Alexis was born strong and healthy, the right colour and the right strength. Her sister was the wrong colour and the wrong strength.

They were born into the coldest Winter that area had seen, the snow had covered the floor weeks prior to their birth. They were soldiers from the moment they stood, if they did not stand they were killed. All foals faced the same fate, nocked down to see if they kept rising. It was pure determination to live that they wanted. Anything less was to be destroyed. Always weaker than Alexis her sister rose time and time again just to prove that she was the greater sibling. This infuriated Alexis and it was nothing but sibling rivalry that drove her to be greater than.

From birth through to adulthood the rivalry continued. Her sister was born and bred for this life, at three when they where named she was the one who got the royal name. It was she who rose to the top, it was she who was favoured. She lived and breathed the soldiers life, her conscious stamped out at birth, forged to perfection. She did exactly as she was bid and she did it perfectly. Alexis had never been so dedicated, she recognises now that it was the long lived rivalry between them that had saved her. Without it she wouldn't have risen to the challenges, performed and trained as well as she had. She probably wouldn't have even stood straight away after birth and been killed then. With this realisation she knew that her time was short, her competitive side could only drive her so far. With that she stole away in the light of the day when most slumbered, she was not followed or hunted down. She had been spared, spared by what she knew not. She didn't care.

This place is foreign to her, her life has been sheltered in the strangest of ways. She is quick on her toes, silver tongued, battle trained, stealth trained. Can follow orders and put her own life before others. Yet to follow her own path, make up her own decisions and not have a goal ... that is something new. Even a simple meet and greet is foreign to our little black mare.

[RED&BLACK !]

Accepted!