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Name: Aisha
Age: 4
Gender: Mare
Breed: Kiger mustang XX Anglo-Arab.
Color: Shiney white.
Markings: liver chestnut stockings and dun stripes. Liver chestnut ears and liver chestnut cirlces around her eye's, along with a liver chestnut nose. Her mane and tail are Liver chestnut with light chestnut highlights in them.
Alliance: She doesnt really have one.
Foals: None.
Personality: Aisha is a spunky little mare. She loves to mess with others heads and just confuse them all together. She is completly and udderly self absorbed. She loves herself and thinks she is just an amazing beauty to the world. The loves to flirt, but never really goes through with the action, she just loves to tease the little stallions. She can snap at anyone at any given moment. If you upset her its like lighting a dynamite. She isnt very fast to forgive and forget, she holds on to things for a very long time and doesnt mind holding grudges.
History: She doesnt ever speak of her history. The only thing anyone knows about her is that she came from a very prestigious riding stable. A privatly owned stable where champions and beauty's were bred and showed. She got here by roaming around and getting herself into more than she bargained for when she ran into another equine, a wild one though.
Sample Post: Character on CI.
the plan was working out great and so far he was getting somewhere as far as he knew. His thoughts traveled to when he would take out the old king and kill him with his own hooves becoming the king that he was always meant to be, the reason he was born. His fathers only reason for having him was because he needed a son to take over his life plans that he was to old to try and take on himself.

His father was almost 11 by the time he was born, and he knew that his father was to old to take on a king who was half the age of him. He was a big bastard, his father, and even in old age he was still a strong bastard to mess with, and even Mohikan would not try and take on his own father if he were still alive today. He had alot of respect for his father. His mother he had met once and she had his little sister with her, Mohikan couldnt remember his sister's name or to much about her, it was a while ago the first and only time that he saw her. His mother knew of his plans and she had seemed to make her own plans, and he knew nothing of where she had dropped his little sister off. But he really wasnt that worried about it, he didnt know his sister, sure he cared about her a little since she was hit only full sister, and she was his fathers daughter but she knew nothing of him and thier father.

Mohikan had no idea how his father had died and would probably loose repsect for his old man if he ever found out that he had killed himself. Suicide was a unworthy way to die taking your own life was not a very respectful way at all. The only thing that would ever make it respectful was the fact that you knew you were over with and you wanted to take your own life instead of giving someone else the right to try and take it from you. As far as he knew his father was suppose to die in battle with the fractured king, but Mohikan had heard nothing about a battle of such. So he was not sure at all how his father had ended his life wether he had done it on purpose or if he had not meant to die and it just happened. All he knew was that his father was dead because he would have heard from him if he hadn't died, but he hasnt heard from him so his father was dead for sure.

Short thick tendons moved the large dark multi-colored brute along the dirt of this earth and island. He wasnt to sure where he was going but he was bored and the fractured land had nothing for him to do there, so he was wondering around trying to find somewhere for him to cause come mayhem. His bold green orbs searched around, he found nothing that seemed of any interest to him in this place. the large brute was bored out of his mind, this island did nothing but bore him since his training had ended and he had made it into the fractured land. He had nothing to do until he got closer to the king and he really had to wait until the raids were over to do that. Slowly his full bodice moved along the falls, they were very pretty and the sound was medolanious to his audits but it sort of disgusted him. The only good thing about this place is that it sort of had a shadow over it all the time, it had a dark omen to it.

The leaves were falling and changing, it was fall, and the island was getting ready for winter again. Walking his large bodice through the forest area of the falls, his large nostrils picked up a familiar scent, something that he hadn't picked up in a long time, and it was faint in his memory. He followed the scent to its source, and the source was a small female, there was something familiar about her but Mohikan didnt know why. "Hello, are you alive?" His deep tones rang out at the familiar female. his bold green orbs examined her from head to tail, she was very familiar.

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