GORGO

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NAME: Gorgo
GENDER: Female
BREED: [American Paint x Andalusian x Paso Fino] x [Friesian x Morgan x Thoroughbred]
GENETICS: Ee/Aa/ZZ/Sb1 (Silver Dapple Bay Sabino? I'm new at this, used this to configure the genetics, please correct me if I am wrong based on the reference I created!)
AGE: 4
ARRIVED IN MUSTANG: Spring, Year One

COAT COLOR: Silver Dapple Bay Sabino.
HEIGHT: 15.2 hh
EYE COLOR: Green

PERSONALITY: Upon first impression, Gorgo exudes an air of careful kindness and calculated curiosity. While there is nothing particularly stony or abrasive about her (lest you evoke the wrath of a King's daughter), she is not one to forgo the formal education that she has received since her birth. Formalities are essential to creating a strong bond with prospective allies and/or companions; and the formalities do not stop with a simple utterance of a name. Ascertaining an individual's motives is the first step to becoming familiar with them, for there is no point in furthering the conversation itself if their ideals do not correspond. There is a frighteningly intelligent mind hidden within her, one that has ruined many friendships before they even had a chance to begin. Such a mind has kept her alive for this long though, even if it were beneath the reigning teeth of her father, and so she sees no reason to stray from the path given to her.

Still, Gorgo is a gentle she-beast. A tactician who can count the ways she can kill you when she meets you, but will not actively think of such things until it is entirely necessary. Her manner is one that could be described as cautious, but not stoic. There lingers an undeniable sense of peace in her eyes, an unending joy that she is sure to find wherever she goes. She will romp in a field of flowers or chase a storm simply to make herself smile. What is life without the little things? Nothing, she says and she knows; nothing until the day you take yourself from the world. Her father, her beloved Cleomenes, taught her that long ago.

HISTORY: Not too terribly long ago, a painted stallion called Cleomenes gained the title of King in a land whose name shall not be mentioned. Here, a plethora of tasteful flora grew, the land's existence barred from trespassers by sheer walls of stone. Danger did not venture here often, and if it did then Cleomenes struck it down under the watchful gaze of his beloved Gods. After three years of careful and kind but stern ruling, the King had gained himself an impressive harem of mares as well as a fellowship of loyal stallions. While Cleomenes was aggressively sought after by many, he fell in love and was content with a single wife. He allowed his herd to have their own love and families, their collective offspring helping the herd to become strong and prosperous for more years than even the King himself would live. Cleomenes and his wife bore a single child in their shared lifetime, a girl named Gorgo.

As any girl of nobility, Gorgo was trained in singing, dancing, poetry, diplomacy, and (especially) physical education. Stricter training was provided for the colts of the herd, though in all they (the children) grew as one with the shared goal of continuing the legacy that had become of Cleomenes' herd. With time the herd held a powerful name in rumor, its' ranks growing steadily, their capabilities furthering as the generations followed generation. Cleomene was a diplomat in all things, but their herd had proven time and again that when war was evoked on them, their ranks would overwhelm and destroy all that opposed them. This fact brought to them a stallion named Aristagoras, a plea for help dripping from his blood-stained lips. This happened when Gorgo was a mere year in age, but even so young she showed the promise of just how prominent of a presence she would be.

Aristagoras (unfortunately for himself) owned one of four small herds that existed beneath the rule of a supreme King, in lands nowhere near to Cleomenes' own. These four herds wished to be free of their tyrannical leader, but did not have strength of their own to dethrone he and his legion. Aristagoras fled to follow the rumors of Cleomenes' army, offering all that he could to enlist the assistance of who could have made a great ally. Cleomenes was wary of the offer (not only the offer of countless mares and children, but of taking his soldiers into battle in a distant place) but was tempted nonetheless. Gorgo, fond of her father but old enough to understand such politics, was in attendance of the meeting in their homeland. She witnessed her father's resolve waning as Aristagoras' offer of payment increased in desperate increments.

Finally, after deciding she had seen too much, Gorgo stepped forward to speak though it was not her place to do so. "Father, our visitor will corrupt you if you do not send him away." Cleomenes took his daughter's advice, as though her voice had been a burst of clarity, and Aristagoras was escorted out of the land. Word of the revolutions failure later reached them, but by this time Cleomene had committed suicide for reasons unknown and Gorgo had left her homeland forever.

SAMPLE:

These mountains, just as any mountain range would when it was all an individual knew, seemed familiar. Across the peaks and into the valley below she traipsed, moving steadily further away from all she had ever known. No amount of regret lurked in her heart or clouded her mind; this was a new phase in her life, one she welcomed like a newborn's first breath. Mindful of where she placed her hooves, the mare continued onward across stone-strewn ground, eager to escape the looming shadow of the ridge behind her. A rolling expanse of grass stretched for as far as she could see, waves of heat lifting from the ground. It was a subtle change of scenery from what she was used to. Back home (how she loathed to call it home now) there had been a meadow, but it was encased by a mountains on all sides, once comforting protective walls that became stifling as she aged. Gorgo yearned to be free of it, free of that land that had ruined her father's name.

Vibrant green eyes strayed not from the path ahead, with an occasional glance down to ensure proper footing. Curly locks of silver hair tickled her skin as the wind tossed her mane and tail, and against her knees danced blades of grass that rivaled her eyes in color. The sabino mare had been traveling for little more than a month at this point, searching loosely for an area she felt comfortable inhabiting for a time. This grassland held potential since it had a plentiful food supply, but its' northern location would cause a herd (or even just herself) to suffer during the winter. Besides, Gorgo had yet to stumble upon a water supply. Flaring her pink nostrils wide, the mare sniffed greedily at the oxygen-rich air, finding a barely detectable waft of a stream's clean scent on the wind. She could smell various prey animals here as well, large and small, which meant potential predators might lurk among the tall grass. She was becoming more unsatisfied with these plains as she moved, but stopping for the opportunity to drink was inevitable.

It did not take her long to find the source of the delectable scent, and when she came within sight she recognized the serpentine course of a stream through the grass. Gorgo approached warily, erect ears twisting to catch any possible noise around her. The mixed-breed lady paused at the edge of the water, her elegantly curved neck lifted high in its' natural position, skull turning as she roved her eyes over the landscape around her. She stood as such for moments on end, somehow certain that her mind was playing tricks on her. Nothing moved aside from the waving grass, there was no sound, no scent out of the ordinary - but she was certain there was something out there. Just as she was beginning to turn her head to the water and sweep it down to rest her muzzle in its' cool delight, a bird lifted itself from the grass not far to her right. Startled, the mare snorted loudly and sidestepped so that her rear faced away from the offending creature, staring with narrowed eyes at its' swiftly disappearing shape. "Foolish," she muttered to herself before finally lowering her head to drink in those great gulps that only a horse could achieve. After she was satisfied, Gorgo splashed through the water and continued onward to continue the search for her new home.

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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?: it seems to me that y'all have thoroughly handled the necessities on the forum. maybe an event feature to add some surprises to the site if you don't already? could be weather (blizzards in winter, wildfire in summer, etc), predators (cougars to rile a herd up or summin'), etc. little herd-based or site-wide events to add some spice w/o ruining the roleplay for peeps.
Where did you find us?: y'all advertised on my site!
What would you like to be called?: a real freakin' lion Lionne

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