Crixus

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Name: Crixus
Gender: stallion
Breed: [tennessee walker x shire x kiger x noriker x thoroughbred x marwari x rocky mountain]
Genetics: EE/aa/nCr/Rr/Dd
Age:5
Born in MUSTANG: Fall, Year Five
Coat Color:Smoky Cream Dun Roan with a darker colored Celtic cross on shoulder.
Scars: A triple K connected brand on left hip, Flying 37 brand on his right hip. White saddle sore scars on his withers. Severe spur scarring both sides of his flanks. Harsh bit scarring all around the corners of his mouth. Nose band scarring. Fully healed burn scars over his right shoulder and neck, mostly hairless. Random deep tissue whip scarring over his whole body, a main one is slanted across his forehead making his left eye a bit damaged on sight.
Height: 17hh(Charlie bought height change back in the day for him)
Eye Color: Dark Ocean Blue
Generation: 2nd

Sire: Charlie
Dame: Ambrosia

Personality: Once sprightly and obnoxious. Loving to cause trouble piss off his unloving mother. Crixus once held a similar personality to the mischievous Greek God Hermes in every aspect of well endowed to thieving and loving music while loving to pull a good trick on another for self entertainment. Though a trickster he was a kind individual. But his traveling adventures and curiosity did not do him good.

Crixus's buoyant personality did not serve him well when he was enslaved to mankind. They didn't take well to his games. Beaten, whipped, traded, branded and repeated has broken his soul. He's a complete ghost of his former self. Hollow, hopeless and mentally wracked with severe PTSD. Crixus hates being touched, hates anything behind him. Hates hearing things before he sees them. Hates small places. Despises crowds. Hates fire. Hates adventure and the unknown. Everything human could make a horse hate and despise, he does.

Only a small spark of his former self is there, hidden by his sour hardened shell. He knows mainly fear and pain now, as well as submitting to another's wishes or demands. He lost his will to fight for himself so he sees himself as a hideous scarred monster meant to do as told. He doesn't remember his life in the wild very well. Does not remember faces or names, his own family is dismissed from memory. The only connection he has to the wild is the cross on his shoulder, he just knows that wasn't given to him from the humans. He's not sure of its meaning, he just knows it means he did have something before the humans.

History: Raised by an ornery sow of a mother, Ambrosia, a mare that seen herself as a goddess. Crixus had a father by the name of Charlie. His purpose of being created was to supply Charlie a proper heir for thrown means Charlie's lead mare at the time Annabelle had produced whimp of a son. But before the deal between Ambrosia and Charlie was complete, the dunskin brute had disappeared completely for a time. Leaving ambrosia to raise Crixus with distain for his wasted existence. The colt didnt care and more enjoyed bothering his mother often. And briefly met a full of himself half brother, Thrace, that his mother glorified over. He wasn't sure if it was him the pushed the final straw but Ambrosia decided to leave just as Charlie had returned.

Crixus hardly bothered with his father as he was to interested in adventuring. In which case he learned could be extremely dangerous to keeping his freedom. Captured by a band of cowboys, Crixus was then beaten and dragged back to human civilization. Sold off and branded quickly to a rancher, he was broken in the cruelest ways. Forced to take a harsh bit, tight girth strap and spurs deep into his flanks. Used for corralling other horses and livestock. He only lasted a year there before being sold off as bad behavior.

A livery bought him for his charming coat, not caring about his wild temperament. They'd let anyone rent him out, all of whom were cruel at the reins, enjoying the use of the whip on him. His mouth was bloodied every day. But one day he had had enough as they tried to hitch him up to a buggy. Freaking out, knocking lamps into the hay as he fought the restraints of the harness. Soon the barn was in flames, he was lucky to escape with only a torched shoulder.

Crixus was sold to another livery after the fire, his recovery was short lived there as well. Being rebranded by them immediately the cared for having well mannered horses. So he was given to a horse hand that was to ensure every horse they owned was guaranteed broken with no problems. Well Crixus of course had a problem about that. He fought this heartless individual every step of the way. But he could not last, mutilated with the whip till he was a bloodied mess backed into the corner. Crixus's soul died as one more beating was given across his face, the sting worse than any he had endured before. His eye in complete searing pain, the might horse of the wild had finally fell to his knees. Submitting completely to man kind that day, he became the most perfect stable pony that livery ever had after that day. He was a demand for most people but his scars did bother a few not to use him.

Crixus endured this for the last few years of his sentence. Only by a whim did one sunny day did a young lady decide to rent him out for the day. His escape is no grand story of triumph to return to the wild. It was this sympathetic girl. She seen deep into his soulless deep blue eyes that he once upon a time had a home free of human hands. Taking him far out in fields beyond the city limits, she untacked him completely with not halter or rope holding onto him. And yet he stayed, he didn't understand what she was doing or why. It took simple deep words and a gentle touch of this girl touched deep into Crixus's core reigniting the tiniest ember of his old self. With a touch to his cross even the girl knew it meant more than just a marking.

It felt wrong walking away from everything he knew. Looking back at the girl multiple times, of whom insisted his departure to the wild. Yet something still drove him on to continue on away from the only life he knew of and how to act.

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