Raynhart

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Name:
Raynhart (German; means 'judgement that is great')
Gender:
Stallion
Breed:
[Welsh section D x Arabian x New Forest] x [Percheron x Irish Draught x Warmblood x Holsteiner x Trakhner]
Genetics: Optional
Age:
Eight years old
Arrived in MUSTANG: Summer, year nine
Coat Color:
Dark bay clicky
Height: 16.3hh
Eye Color: Grey


Personality:
Raynhart was once lively and immature. He enjoyed staying up late and staying out all night all at once. He was loud, with a big persona. He loved people, a true socialite, but he would never step on people to get where he wanted. A huge heart, some tried to take advantage of him but the people he surrounded himself with were true friends and stood up for him. You can't please everyone, and he never tried to. Raynhart understood that, and tried to teach it to those around him, telling them it would make their lives easier; he was respected and admired. He could have had all the girls he wanted, but instead he was happy to wait for his girl. 

But now, he wanders with no purpose, no friends and a broken heart. He's a broken man, with more pieces falling from him every minute. He desperately needs fixing, and stumbles closer to the cliff edge every day.

History:
Raynhart took joy in his youth, living life to its fullest, finding no misery (include the mixture of history and personality above). And then he met Reigna. She had white skin, and they were a striking pair. It was love at first sight, the moment she walked into his friends' group with her own friends, they locked eyes and both their hearts escaped their mortal bodies and twined together somewhere up in the aether. They savoured four years together, too in love with each other to consider a child. They were both too young. But someone like Raynhart (popular, confident, attractive) doesn't get through life without making enemies. 

One day, he found his love contorted beneath a willow tree, its feathery boughs trailing over her angelic bodice with soft fingers. Her neck had been snapped, and her form was spattered with cuts, scratches and bites, blood spiking her fur. A single vertical line had been scored into the bark of the old tree, and the person that had done this had left his scent to where the score pointed. Raynhart memorised that scent, and is still looking for it this day. He will avenage his beloved Reigna's murder, or die trying. 

Extra: I've been cooking him awhile, and I'm quite please with how he turned out

[WICKED♪ ♫]

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