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Name:: Railway Hobo
Age:: Two
Gender:: Colt
Breed:: Hanoverian x Welsh Cob
Color:: Light chestnut base coat with unusually long black mane and tail that is very messy and all over the place. Pure white eyes will no pupil.
Markings:: Knee-high stockings on all four legs that end in a speckled way.
Alliance:: Light
Personality:: Overall is a very "dark" light, in the sense that he isn't usually in your face friendly, and often prefers to be alone. Though company is nice when he is in the mood. Has a bit of a temper, although its not easily set off, but when it is, best stay clear. When faced with a fear, he has the option to freeze, flight, or fight. He chooses fight. In a way he is very loyal, but when his trust is broken, all your secrets will be spilled, and it is hard to earn back his trust.
History:: Railway Hobo (aka Hobo), was born to a mare, and a messed up stallion. His dam was normal, and very sweet and loving. His sire was a total nut who raped his mother. Even though his damn feared having a foal, she loved Hobo very much. After breeding with Hobo's dam, the sire was never to be seen again, although it is guessed that he was murdured. Hobo left his mom recently, because he felt ready to face the world. That brought him to a place called Midnight Acres, where he hopes to find a home.
Sample Post::
RAILWAY HOBO
xxxi hope you know that
xxxxxxyou cant go back
xxxxxxxxxits broken like shattered glass

3,2,1 GO! Although his eyes caught some, his ears caught all. With no pupil, it was hard to see, and it was a strange wonder how he could even sort of see at all. Colors were there, motions were there, but shapes were hard to distinguish. To Railway Hobo, also called Hobo, everything was a large blur of colors. Because of this, he was forced to rely on much other than his sight. Hobo felt his way around the ground before him, in case there was a rock that was molded into a blur that he could not see, tripping could be harmful, a stone bruise could be fatal. If he went lame, a predator (or another horse) were to attack him, little to no defense would be of use. The wild was not an easy place to be, especially for one as young as Hobo, and one who's mother died shortly after his birth. It was agonizing to him to see the only one he's ever loved to die. In a sense he loved his twin brother too, but his brother only loved himself, and could love only himself. But at least he had a home...for now.

3,2,1 GO! With Hobo's delicate ears, he caught the soft sound of voices. He didn't recognize either, but he assumed that one of them was the lovely Evernight, his queen. In his insane, young imagination, he dreamed of being king. Not because he loved Evernight (at least not at the moment), but because it was every child's dream to become royalty. However, he wasn't exactly young anymore, as he had grown to be around fifteen hands, but he was only two, so there was still growing to do. Compared to some in this strange new land, his coat was boring and average. His queen was partially blue for crying out loud. The horse's here were all so unique, and some were simply insane. With a chestnut coat and speckled stockings, he was fairly simple. His unusually long, and always messy mane and tail were one of his key features. Aside from his pure white eyes that seemed to scare some horses in their inability to make eye contact. Railway Hobo continued his careful trek across to see the other horses, even if he wasn't in the mood for company.

3,2,1 GO! Just in sight, was a faintly blue colored blur. At once he knew it was Evernight. Who else in this land was colored like she? His eyes softened at the sight of her. She had made his life worth something a bit more. Now, Hobo had the role of The Groom. In the same announcement, she had appointed General Jett as her king. Hobo had no problem with it. In fact, he was happy that a former king now stood by to help these lands in their greatest need. The young colt swallowed roughly as he imagined the scene he had witnessed only days before. In the midnight sky, a roar awoke the sleeping herds. A flash of light zipped across the sky to a point in the ground. The sound was deafening, and even from miles away, the ground shook ever so slightly. Hobo had not seen it himself, but apparently the creator was quite impressive. It had fallen from space, and tugged along toxins. Radiation crap to be exact. The temperatures in the Cimoron Islands skyrocketed, and the slight sheen of sweat on Hobo's neck was evidence to the point. He swallowed, the motion pulling pain into his throat, and he continued toward the four blurs.

3,2,1 GO! Hobo knew there were more horses, the blobs told that much. As he became closer, he could tell two of them were foals, as they were smaller than Hobo. Twins perhaps? He knew what that was like, he himself being a twin. He was no more than a few meters away from the horses now, since Hobo had picked up his pace. It was surprising how eager the horse was, since he usually was fairly placid. Lovely twins you got there. Ah! So they were twins. Although young, Hobo's voice was very deep and sandy. "Hello Evernight." Although his eyes looked at her, there was no chance he could make eye contact. Hesitantly, his body language directed to the three horses near. "Good day." He said simply, addressing them as if he had met them before. "My name would be Railway Hobo." A silence followed his words, and his manly voice cut through it. "I would be The Groom of the L'aux." However straight-faced he had been before, Hobo couldn't resist the slow smile that lit up his face. "Thank you Evernight. For this position, I mean. I will do my best, and thats all I can offer." If horses could shrug, he would have shrugged on his phrase. "I am not your king, but I do feel the need to ask how we will help the horses in this state. The water is toxic. Where will we get it? How will we survive. I have a few ideas, I suppose. But if you desire to talk with General Jett first, I completely understand." He dipped his head slightly in a nod, before grumbling, "Sorry if I seem to be attempting to take control. I just wish to help. And you three, may I ask your names?" Hobo was shocked, as he was usually not terribly pleasant to be around, and often took to silence. His eyes looked blankly at those before him.

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done! (sorry for the wait)
Railway Hobo
lyrics (c) their owners
character & post (c) kiko of CI2
i am still getting used to him, so the post is rather crappy xD
its longer than i expected, and he talked too much for his character, but perhaps he's just feeling rather upbeat since he was appointed the Groom.
Picture:: One should be coming soon.