Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2015 23:50:38 GMT
Name: Tristen
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Paso Fino
Genetics: ---
Age: 5 Years
Arrived in Tathra: Spring, Year 1
Coat Color: Buttermilk dun
Height: 15.2 HH
Eye Color: Amber
Personality: Tristen is a tricky one to say the very least. He has a multitude of personalities that come out at different intervals. He is infinitely passionate about everything that he does and that sets his mind to. He steps up to his responsibilities and goes with what he feels is right in his heart. The strength and courage that he possesses can hardly be matched by any other horse. There is an inner light that he lets shine around the right people, though it's rare to see. Charisma and confidence aren't something that he lacks either. Sauntering up to another horse isn't a problem for him really. Those that become Tristen's friends stay Tristen's friends, regardless of the circumstances. It's just the initial stages that are hard to get by.
Tristen is blunt and points out the obvious to others, something that they may not always want to hear. Tristen is a temperamental beast occasionally, and his actions clearly express his anger most of the time. Loyalty is something that he struggles with, and with that, comes trust issues. Tristen is the sort of 'hit it and quit it" kind of guy, liking to dibble and dabble in fun stuff before taking off for the next amusement. This behavior has gotten him into trouble, but somehow he finds a way to work it out.
History:
Newborn to Foal: Tristen's parents were straight up wackjobs, only brought together by extenuating circumstances. His father was just looking for a good time one evening, and his mother had her own long list of problems. It wasn't long before their actions produced a life--that life being Tristen's. When he was born, he was considered a mistake due to the fact that he was sick. Tristen's father had his own ideas in mind and his mother wasn't in the proper state of mind to care for him. His father tried to sell him off to another herd, and in the meantime, he wasn't very friendly. When she could, Tristen's mother fought for his safety, but it was an uphill battle that she didn't frequently conquer.
Foal to Adolescent: When he was old enough to begin solid food, Tristen snuck away from home to find a foster home. It was a hard, prolonged process but he found a family. One that treated him how he should've been all along. Things began to look a little brighter for the young colt, and at least he'd smile every so often. Tristen had to grow up a lot faster than other horses his age, but that made him stronger.
Adolescent to Present: It wasn't long before little Tristen grew into a man. He loved and protected his foster family with all his heart. He actually was deemed next in line to inherit his father's herd. It was only increasing issues of paralysis that stopped him. Another young stallion in the herd challenged Tristen for the position, and won. At present, Tristen is making his own way and doing his own thing.
Sample Post:
It was the still of the night. The night that he’d made it up in his mind to leave home. There were two choices tugging on his heartstrings currently, and only one could win out. It was now or never; he’d either make it out alive or die trying. The first option he had would be to stay here and grin and bear it. Surely there were far worse situations and circumstances out there than his, right? Right.
The second choice seemed far more appealing at this point. It was the easy way out, or A way out he supposed. That was to leave under the cover of darkness, when the moon was hidden, to find something better. Tristen’s current condition couldn’t be all that was planned for his life, of that he was totally sure. Being born into a world where two parents who really didn’t love each other and dealing with sickness wasn’t part of the plan.
And so, he was stuck with a choice.
Tristen had been planning an escape for months now, essentially the day he could walk, talk, and eat on his own. The young colt was still wobbly on his legs and he didn’t know where he was going, but he would crawl out of here if he had to honestly. He had become fed up with this lifestyle, and was going to change it. This whole thing would probably be a little better without him anyways. Perhaps his mother would be able to make a run for it too without him in tow.
Tristen gently nuzzled his mother, just enough to feel her fur against his cheek one last time, but not to wake her. His amber eyes then turned on his father, and they burned with sheer, undying anger. It was time.
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From a rating of one to ten [ten being the best], what would you rate MUSTANG?: 9
What do you suggest we do next/improve?: Just some tweaking here and there. For example, 100 posts seems like a little much to try to steal someone in my opinion. *shrug*
Where did you find us?: I can't remember which site X.X
What would you like to be called?: Elmo
