Post by Splashs on Sept 13, 2014 22:43:41 GMT -7
Name: Ivy
Gender: Mare
Breed: [Australian Brumby x Quarter Horse] x Arabian
Genetics: ee/aa/nCr/Dd/nF/nSpl
Age: 3 years old
Arrived in MUSTANG: Spring, Year 11
Coat Color: Dunalino Super Minimal Splash // Light, almost white mane
Height: 15.0 hands high
Eye Color: Green with amber ring around iris
Personality:
Ivy is a seriously sweet little girl with a big heart. She tries to see the good in everyone, no matter how evil they are. Though scared of the dark and needing a cuddle buddy at night, she'll make anyone's heart melt. She's easy to love and get along with and very friendly. Ivy usually puts others needs before her own and usually puts up a stink if others try to put her needs first. Though kind, she's one mighty girl. She can talk back or strongly disagree with someone or what they're doing/plan on doing. If you're planning on being a rebellious two year old, she backs out of it. She doesn't like being caught doing something bad and will try her hardest to stay out of trouble. She's attracted to older men; liking how mature they are and how sensitive they can be, as well as loving.
History:
Ivy was raised in a Master-Slave household where her father and mother owned a nice, secluded ranch. She had a few foal friends who were born half-bloods (Master-Slave blood), but wasn't often allowed to interact with them. Her father tried his hardest to make her the proper Master he knew she could be. Her mother, on the other hand, spoiled her by letting her play with the half-bloods. She knew she was special; she wasn't trapped in a stall or corral twenty-four seven. Her father took her to the auction house when she was a yearling, showing her how they worked and how to earn respect from the workers and slaves trapped in their stalls. She was disgusted by it and often argued to not go when she was told she had to go. Why be forced into such a cruel place where she was forced to look at all the tortured souls in their small boxed pens.
When the girl turned two years old and was still arguing, her father started to threaten her. He would tell her on a daily basis that he would take her to the auction house and sell her. The young girl hadn't believed him until he finally took her there. He had locked her in a stall and left. There had been a note on her stall stating her name, rank, and abilities. No one asked to buy her; knowing full well that when she was fully matured, she'd have the free will to leave. She spent a good year in the auction house before she was moved to the mountains. She hadn't understood why, but when the head worker of the barns told her to run and never come back, she left. There was no hesitation on her part. Her fear of the dark had quickly come, unfortunately, and since her being set free it hasn't gone away.
Gender: Mare
Breed: [Australian Brumby x Quarter Horse] x Arabian
Genetics: ee/aa/nCr/Dd/nF/nSpl
Age: 3 years old
Arrived in MUSTANG: Spring, Year 11
Coat Color: Dunalino Super Minimal Splash // Light, almost white mane
Height: 15.0 hands high
Eye Color: Green with amber ring around iris
Personality:
Ivy is a seriously sweet little girl with a big heart. She tries to see the good in everyone, no matter how evil they are. Though scared of the dark and needing a cuddle buddy at night, she'll make anyone's heart melt. She's easy to love and get along with and very friendly. Ivy usually puts others needs before her own and usually puts up a stink if others try to put her needs first. Though kind, she's one mighty girl. She can talk back or strongly disagree with someone or what they're doing/plan on doing. If you're planning on being a rebellious two year old, she backs out of it. She doesn't like being caught doing something bad and will try her hardest to stay out of trouble. She's attracted to older men; liking how mature they are and how sensitive they can be, as well as loving.
History:
Ivy was raised in a Master-Slave household where her father and mother owned a nice, secluded ranch. She had a few foal friends who were born half-bloods (Master-Slave blood), but wasn't often allowed to interact with them. Her father tried his hardest to make her the proper Master he knew she could be. Her mother, on the other hand, spoiled her by letting her play with the half-bloods. She knew she was special; she wasn't trapped in a stall or corral twenty-four seven. Her father took her to the auction house when she was a yearling, showing her how they worked and how to earn respect from the workers and slaves trapped in their stalls. She was disgusted by it and often argued to not go when she was told she had to go. Why be forced into such a cruel place where she was forced to look at all the tortured souls in their small boxed pens.
When the girl turned two years old and was still arguing, her father started to threaten her. He would tell her on a daily basis that he would take her to the auction house and sell her. The young girl hadn't believed him until he finally took her there. He had locked her in a stall and left. There had been a note on her stall stating her name, rank, and abilities. No one asked to buy her; knowing full well that when she was fully matured, she'd have the free will to leave. She spent a good year in the auction house before she was moved to the mountains. She hadn't understood why, but when the head worker of the barns told her to run and never come back, she left. There was no hesitation on her part. Her fear of the dark had quickly come, unfortunately, and since her being set free it hasn't gone away.
I'm still Splashs on there!
I miss rping.
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