Name: BlackWillow "Willow"
Age: 3.8 years
Rank Wanted: Lead mare
Horse Breed: Gypsy vanner
Coat Color(s): She is all black
Mane and tail Color(s): Her mane is white, while her tail is black.
Markings: Her coat color is covered with white dots everywhere
Scent: Unmated
Personality: She is very energetic and loves to race other horses, she has to be doing something. She is fierce, brave, daring. While she is quite spirited and believes in what she thinks is right, even if its dumb.
History/Backstory: Her parents where born on a farm, until it burned into ashes by a fire. They escaped. A few weeks later, I was born. Once I was able to be on my own, my parents dumped me because they thought I looked weird. So I had adopted parents, witch died from old age.
Roleplay example: Willow nodded her head and follow her to meet the others, she swayed her tail "Hello" every time she passed a fellow horse. She admired how beautiful the place and the horses look. Once Willow was done admiring the place, she neighed, "Er... nice herd you have." She said glancing at the pretty mare that welcomed her. She flicked in ear, signaling she was going to explore the place, if that was fine. She trotted out and off out of the camp. She stayed close, not knowing what was out here. She stopped and sniffed some flowers and sneezed. She shaked her head. She galloped back to camp. She found a shady spot, she laid there. She got lost in thought.
Other: Willow is 5.7 feet tall, her tail touching the ground, with her mane at 26 inches long. She has one blue eye and the other silver.

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NAME| BlindFeather
Blind for her icy, nearly white eyes and feather for her light movements, main and leaping skills.

AGE| 4.00 Years Old

RANK WANTED| Healer

HORSE BREED| Brumby / Mustang

COAT COLOR(S)| Light Palomino with a white mask covering both eyes. She has long, wild, and a fairly smooth main with a nearly buttermilk coloration. Her short, thick coat shines in sunlight yet easily stains. She is fairly short, yet oddly lean for a brumby.

MANE AND TAIL COLOR(S)| She has long, wild, and a fairly smooth mane with a nearly buttermilk coloration. Her tail flows behind her as she gallops, and is about knee length; her mane falling right near her neck.

MARKINGS| She has one knee length white sock on her left back leg, and two shorter socks on each front leg.

SCENT (MATED,UNMATED,IN HEAT, ECT.) | Unmated but in heat.

PERSONALITY| She is a fairly teasing mare, and often unintentionally makes insensitive remarks. Well, because she is insensitive. It's not like she goes out of her way to offend others, its just a skill of hers... She always has witty remarks planted on her sharp tongue, and so if you dare offend her, or another horse in her ear-reach, be prepared to be shut down with a single snarky comeback.

HISTORY/BACKSTORY| As a filly she lived a fairly usual life, trotting around wild-daisies, causing havoc by running out of the herds reach and battling with her siblings for fun, but when her older brother Leafwhisper was caught by horse-trackers, she was left broken for moons. She barely ate, and didn't often willingly speak. After she realized that the wild offered more danger for her older brother, she settled slightly; realizing he was probably healthy, and happy.

ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE (AT LEAST 1 PARAGRAPH) |
The young mare trotted through the brambles, her muzzle eagerly sniffing around for a certain thing. ''Aha!'' She neighed, backing up slightly with a single ivy-leaf in her mouth. ''Finally.'' She muttered, barely making a sound due to the muffler in her jaws. With her tail and head held high, she cantered back to where her stash of medicine was hidden under a large root, placing the single leaf near a batch of juniper berries, and gently wrapping the yellow blobs with the leaf. After it had been wrapped, she placed the bundle in her mouth and galloped over to where her mother, Ripple, was awaiting expectantly. Gently placing the bundle down at her russet mother's hoof's, her ear twitched with nerves. ''Here. It'll help your stomach pains, just swallow it.'' She instructed, and Ripple nodded, placing the yellow berries into her mouth reluctantly, and swallowing it with a disgusted expression. BlindFeather smirked at her mother's expression, silently chuckling. ''You better get used to being hated by everyone, Feather, everyone hates the healers.'' Her mother snorted, jokingly.

OTHER | I was wondering if I could have two characters, and if healer's could have mates?

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NAME| Flurry
Flurry for her soft grey dapples that speck on her pure white coat

AGE| 7 years old

RANK WANTED| Pregnant Mares

HORSE BREED| Arabian / Mix

COAT COLOR(S)| Flea-bitten grey with a soft pink muzzle, and warm amber eyes.

MANE AND TAIL COLOR(S)| A light golden-grey shade that seems like it could nearly be translucent,

MARKINGS| Flea-bitten specks that cover her coat, only not touching her main

SCENT (MATED,UNMATED,IN HEAT, ECT.) | Unmated But Heavily Pregnant

PERSONALITY| Flurry can come off as an arrogant, snobby mare and she surely seems like one. Under her rude exterior is a protective mare that will fend for her herd in anyway possible, and is not one to gossip, unless its about a horse she strongly dislikes.

HISTORY/BACKSTORY| Before Flurry joined RiverWind's Herd, she was mated with a stocky grey Frisian Stallion that was surprisingly handsome. On the night she had discovered her pregnancy, she had told the stallion, Wasp, and he had instantly broken up with her. Distraught, lost and betrayed Flurry ran from the herd and River was there to find the broken mare just in time.

ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE (AT LEAST 1 PARAGRAPH) |
Flurry let out a low snort, her tail swatting away blue horse-flies. ''Are you alright?'' A foal asked, its slender body prancing around. ''Of course I am! Why wouldn't I be?'' Flurry huffed, her hoof scratching at the dirt ground. ''Oh I dunno why I even asked. Why would someone like you tell anyone anything.'' The foal scoffed, and the arabian mare lowered her head. ''Shut up little foal, or i'll have the herd knowing about you eating your own fleas.'' She seethed, her tail swaying. The foul gasped, before galloping away. ''Rude little prune.'' The pregnant mare scoffed, taking a chunk of slightly muddied grass into her mouth and swallowing it quickly. ''And to think soon i'll have to deal with one just like that.''

OTHER | Her foal is going to be an NPC

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NAME|Sunrise

AGE|4

RANK WANTED|broodmare

HORSE BREED|Gypsy vanner

COAT COLOR(S)|palamino and white

MANE AND TAIL COLOR(S)|black

MARKINGS|she is almost fully palamino

SCENT (MATED,UNMATED,IN HEAT, ECT.) | unmated but in heat

PERSONALITY|she is loving more towards other mares and foals but can be a real bitch when she wants

HISTORY/BACKSTORY|Sunrise came from a small herd only consisting of her, her mother, her father and her aunt. Her mother ended up very sick with colic and unfortunately passed away within days. Her father was never quite the same when his mate died and left one night. He was never seen after that. So sunrise was left in the care of her aunt who cared for her until she died of age. Then sunrise was left to fend for herself at the age of 3 and a half.

ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE (AT LEAST 1 PARAGRAPH) |
Sunrise stood on a hill over watching the herd more so the foals than the others. Knowing they could handle themselves and the leader would warn them of the danger. While she stood there watching the filly’s and colts play in the grass the pondered what it would be like to have grown up in a herd and to play with other younglings like them. Seeing an argument break out between two of the older colts she muttered to herself “Why is it always the older ones. They should be setting an example!” She cantered down the hill to stop the fight. Arriving at the small group of foals she neighed at the foals yelling “Boys!” after yelling at them multiple times and seeing that they weren’t acknowledging that she was there she decided to take extreme measures. Rearing up between them careful not to hit them with her hooves she yelled “Enough. There will be no more of this foolish squabble” she finished as she set her front feet back on the ground.

OTHER |She is confident around males and is not afraid to stick up for herself

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NAME| Hayden

AGE| 2 years old, almost 3

RANK WANTED| warrior

HORSE BREED| Clydesdale

COAT COLOR(S)| black

MANE AND TAIL COLOR(S)| black

MARKINGS| N/A

SCENT (MATED,UNMATED,IN HEAT, ECT.) | unmated

PERSONALITY| short-tempered, overprotective over his items, cold, fearless, semi-loner

HISTORY/BACKSTORY| Hayden was birthed into a very large, wild herd. If every horse were to join together to run, the mass of hoofed animals would stretch for miles. They had plenty of land, and it was like a haven. Hayden, however, was too curious. It was common for the horses to travel beyond the mountains that encircled their lands, but other than that, they didn't go much of anywhere else besides their widespread grassy plains. So Hayden set off when he was only 7 months old, spent his days traveling, not missing his family or herd, and learned to fend for himself.

ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE (AT LEAST 1 PARAGRAPH) |
On a simple and humble marsh, Hayden slowly made his way through, his head bobbing as he tread along the soaked soil, weird mixtures of mud, moss, and whatever else sucked at his hooves. He took his time, relishing the chilled breeze. He loved cold winds, and today was the perfect day for such.
Mosquitos picked at his hide, flies buzzed around his nose curiously, and worms squished underhoof , but he didn't mind. He simply shook his pelt - as it was short, and both it and his skin were thick - and clambered into a shallow pond. He could see an alligator resting in the other pond next to him, staring at him with wide, hungry, slit irises, but the stallion was more excited and curious than afraid or wary, yet he simply walked on, knowing that soon, he'd be out of the marshlands.
After stepping out of the small water body, Hayden began chewing absentmindedly at the damp grass, relaxed.

OTHER | Hayden is 6'2 and weighs 2,280 lbs. He's horrifyingly fast, and hates ducks.

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