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Name:
Moxie
Age:
5 years
Gender:
Mare
Breed:
American Quarter Horse
Color:
Sorrel
Markings:
White blaze; White ankle sock on front left and a coronet sock on front right. Both back legs have white stockings almost all the way up to the hock. Very flashy.
Alliance:
Neutral
Foals:
None

Personality:
This mare has a lot of personality. Very high energy and rambunctious. She also has a lot of courage and determination. Moxie is almost airy and aloof sometimes, but that is what makes her all the more lovable. But that’s just the cheery happy-go-lucky side of her. The equine does have a more settle side that is very mellow and calm. When she is not bouncing around the country side, Moxie prefers to slow things down and relax. Enjoying a lovely day in the sun, or sulking about the rain. The sorrel can also be very tentative about things, though she’ll be the first to go investigate and be nosy the moment things turn to a more dangerous side she will find the quickest path out of the way.

History:
There is not much to be told of Moxie. She has lived a very normal and neutral life. Nothing exciting, and nothing too dangerous has ever befallen upon her. Basically a healthy and sheltered life. But that is what makes her who she is. The high spirited, energetic, loving, rambunctious creature that enjoys her life. If there was a dark secret in her past, there is a high possibility that she would not be as ‘peachy’ as she is.

Sample Post:
Ooc: Post from GF3 under another character of mine.

The illumination of the day was beginning to fade, and the lids of Taz’s orbs were starting to grow heavy. The black shadow had lain down upon the supple and luxuriant emerald grass. With her front legs folded under her and her back legs curled up the mare’s soft muzzle rested tenderly upon her knees. Hiking the peak had taken a lot of vigor out of this filly. Black strands of her banner flittered lazily with the gentle wind, and her train was spread elegantly upon the earth.

Tazanna’s head bobbed slightly as she opened her dark opticals. Glancing about the area she saw many equines wandering around, though they seemed to be consumed in their little groups. Taz on the other hand had no cliché to belong to. This saddened her slightly, but it was nothing new to her. The female had spent many a nights and days traveling and grazing alone. But still she longed to belong somewhere. The Friesian pushed that thought into the back of her mind, at the moment she was more tired than anything.

The filly let her cranium drop back down to rest upon her knees, and once again closing her orbs. Her ears flickered around like her own personal sonar detector. Taz could hear most of the sounds emitting from the surroundings, and her nostrils gently expanded and contracted as she smelled the freshness of the pasture beneath her.

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[moxygurl♥]

Name:
Jericho
Age:
5
Gender:
Stallion
Breed:
American Quarter Horse
Color:
Liver chestnut
Markings:
White star, strip and snip facial markings.
Alliance:
Neutral
Foals:
none at the moment

Personality:
This sturdy stud is very protective on the ones he cares about, but not over protective to the point where he won’t leave them alone. Jericho can be quiet the gentleman. Charming and handsome at times when it is most useful. However, as with any creature there is a darker side. He can be quiet moody. Dark and inconsiderate, but he will be the first one to admit his mistakes and ask for forgiveness if he said something wrong. Other than that Jericho is an overall good guy, who likes to dabble on the dark side a little bit.

History:
This chestnut was born to Kronos and Belle-Belle of a herd far away. As a foal leadership was installed into his mindset. Keeping the other colts in line was something he was good at. But of course as with playfulness of each young buck, fighting skills were learned at an early age. When Jericho turned the age of two he was cast out of his father’s herd, along with other brutes his age. The small group stayed together for a short time. However our boy here decided that hanging out with boys all his life was not something he wanted to do. And so began a journey all his own.

Sample Post:
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[moxygurl♥]

Name:
Tazanna
Age:
3 going on 4
Breed:
Friesian
Color:
Pitch Black
Height:
14.3 hands
Gender:
Filly
Alliance:
dark

Personality:
Strong willed and head strong. To beat down this mare would be and accomplishment so say the least. A fiery temper can explode into a flaming rage when the situation calls for it, and sometimes her temper gets the best of her. Her stance is that of a proud and unmoving animal. There is hardly anything that can frighten this Friesian, even the unknown is something she is willing to jump into. Yet curiosity can often kill a cat, but so far for this mare, it has gotten her in trouble a few times but she has always learned and become wiser because of it. But this is the filly known as Tazanna, up and ready for anything that might come her way, with the attitude to face it.

History:
History is a funny thing. And it has a funny way of shaping ones future. For Tazanna, everything revolves around her past. Born of Ambrose, her father and leader of the forgotten heard, and Eris, her mother mistress of Ambrose. Her bronze and features are that of her sire, with the feminine twists of a female. The mind-set she gained from her dam. Her blood lines are of the purest Friesian blood. And the nobility of such was of the highest honor in her past herd. Though because of egotistical and self centered thinking the herd slowly began tearing itself apart, each taking down another all in search of bettering themselves. Every time one of her companions fell at the power of another her heart was squeezed by the pressure of pain and depression. But with the cracking of pain, what was left was stone, where emotion had no control. Her mother fled with the little filly to save Tazanna from anymore heart break and to protect her from those that wished to dispose of her. Ambrose however stayed behind to try to salvage his once magnificent herd. He later fell by the teeth and hooves of his own subjects. When Tazanna left her mother at the age of one, Eris was in perfect health and searching for yet another group to join. And so the filly wanders on her own, a horse able to stand her ground if need be, but show respect to those who deserve it.

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Name:
Gypsy
Age:
5
Gender:
Mare
Breed:
Gypsy Vanner
Height:
16 hands
Color:
Palomino
Markings:
A white blaze down her face, white stockings on each leg, and a random white spot behind her right elbow.
Alliance:
Light/Good
Foals:
none

Personality:
Gypsy is pretty sweet and kind, fighting is defiantly against her personal beliefs. She is caring and always looks on the brighter side of life. But she not a complete goody two shoes, you won’t see her always out picking daisies. This Vanner is really down to earth.

History:
There is one thing that carves out this mare’s personality, and that is her history. To be truthful she was raised by her father and other members of her original herd. Her mother died during birth, and so she was adopted by another mare that had lost her foal. But over the next year she was seen as belonging to everyone. She was a little ray of sunshine to add to the devastating winter that had fallen upon the herd earlier that year. Soon however it was time for her to either stay or leave, and regrettably Gypsy choose to leave. To get away from the sad memory of never knowing her mother, and the sorrowful look her father seem to have every time he looked at her. “You’re so much like you’re mother” is what the stallion use to always say to her. But now she is here to create a new life and a new past for herself.

Sample Post:
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[moxygurl♥]

Name:
Banshee
Age:
3
Gender:
Mare
Breed:
Paso Fino
Height:
15.0
Color:
Cremello
Markings:
none
Alliance:
Dark
Foals:
None

Personality:
Evil, vindictive, sarcastic, and invisible. Four words that easily describe this mare. She is the solid form of a ghost, a wandering specter that wreaks havoc wherever she goes. But it is not because she hates everything. Oh no, quite the contrary. She does it because she enjoys it. The thrill of chaos and causing trouble is what keeps her going. If it were not for this through process her life would be dismal and worthless.

History:
Born and raised within the lands of her father’s herd this filly. Named Banshee because of her malevolent antics and odd coloring, in some sense she was a fluke. A twist in the gene pool of blacks, browns, and palominos. So Banshee was their little ghost. She was the evil mastermind of the little foal group, and made her sire proud. However when one of her antics caused the death of a fellow foal, she was banished from her home lands and forced to wander aimlessly. That was until she stumbled upon Midnight Acres. Finally a new place to call home.

Sample Post:
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[moxygurl♥]

Name:
Panthea
Age:
3
Gender:
Mare
Breed:
Appaloosa
Height:
15.2 hands
Color:
A brown appaloosa with a large white blanket that consumes most of her hide. Then sporadic brown spots and flecks over the blanket.
Markings:
See Coat Color & picture
Alliance:
Neutral
Foals:
None

History:
Panthea was born just like any other foal. No problems or difficulties. No deformities either, thank god. There really isn’t anything that interesting about her past. However playing with her fellow foal-mates was one of her favorite past times. She was even known as a little trouble maker every now and then when things were dull around the lands. The appaloosa is the daughter of a far off land. As time went on she choose to leave her little abode in search of a life of her own.

Personality:
Pan is a tornado of feelings and emotions. Being divided between good and evil, most of the time she is quiet. But on the same note she is a proud equine, and tends not to let the words or thoughts of others penetrate into her mind. They are only the thinking’s of another, and they don’t matter. However, she still knows how to follow orders and behave herself. But there is always that hint of fire hiding in the background of her silent façade.

Sample Post:
See profile above this one. Thank yous ^-^

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[moxygurl♥]

Name:
Rapture
Age:
3
Gender:
Mare
Breed:
Mustang
Color:
Dun
Markings:
Black points; which means black around the ears, eyes, muzzle, and stockings. Black mane and tail, with a black dorsal strip following her spine from her whither to her tail. Her bodice is a light color of the buckskin sort, almost a doe skin kind of tone.
Height:
15 hh
Alliance:
Light
Foals:
None

Personality:
She has an acute case of equine ADHD as well as short term memory. This mare only remembers the extremely important thing in her life, other than that it’s a blank screen. Usually she is sweet and kind, but not the overly bubbly sort. On the same note she will fight back when confused or scared.

History:
To be brutally honest with everyone. She did not walk away from her herd on her own. No. Rapture was following a squirrel that was skittering across the ground. and the next thing she knew when she looked up was everyone was gone. The filly had no idea where she was or how to get back to where everyone was. Luckily this little stunt was done at the age of two when she could fend for herself, instead of at a younger age. So lost, and having no clue where to go. Raps ended up here at Midnight Acres. Don’t ask how, because she couldn’t tell ya.


Sample Post:
See profile above this one. Thank yous ^-^

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[moxygurl♥]

Name:
Whistler
Age:
8
Gender:
Stallion
Breed:
Standardbred
Color:
Black with brown/orange around muzzle and ears, slight brown tarnishing through barrel region.
Markings:
None
Alliance:
Neutral
Foals:
None

Personality:
Other than being little cranky and uncaring about things, whistler is an overall good guy. More of the strong silent type who doesn’t say much, but can back up whatever he does say. He is a ‘warrior of old’, think honorable and respectful. Is shadow blind and deaf on the right side.

History:
Born in a land far from here, he was nothing more than another colt of the herd. Nothing special, no prince to be, no mighty warrior in training, he was just himself. Caring, charismatic, and energetic Whistler. As the time went by he grew into his gangly legs and over sized head to fill out quite nicely. Then and argument broke out in between the herd, and they divided. Fight broke out here and there, but nothing overly horrendous. This all happened while he was around the age of 3. One day he was ambushed by a small group of colts and badly beaten. During this squabble is when he was struck in the face. Later the trauma caused to that region is was caused his blindness and deafness. Soon after this he left, and was left to wander around. Slowly his fighting skills got better, having to rage against a few wolves and other creatures here and there to protect himself. And it is now that he stumbled upon Midnight Acres.

Sample Post:
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