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[Sonya]

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Hello, I am Sonya I've been rping for 8+ Years My favorite song is Only Prettier - Miranda Lambert and my favorite hobby is Horse back riding I am 22.

I feel I going down and so disconnected
I know that I am haunted to be wanted

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Name: Twitch
Breed: Quarter horse x Mustang
Gender: Stallion
Age: 4
Height(In hands): 15.3
Color: Silver Grullo
Color Genetics: EE,aa,nZ,Dd
Personality: Twitch is protective, he will fight for whats his tooth and nail. He is aggressive towards other stallions but seems docile towards mares. His tolerance level for foolishness is very low.
History: Twitch was like most other stallions born into his fathers herd. His mother was an outsider, one of the outcasts of the group who only stuck around for protection. She was a purebred Quarter horse who'd gotten loose from her master and disappeared into the wilderness. It was for this reason Twitch grew to be docile towards mares, for he was his mothers main company growing up. She was quick to put him in his place if he attacked one of the fillies in the herd. When Twitch came of age his father like many others chased him from his home. For years he has wandered the lands seeking a place to settle down and strike up his own herd. His frame has few blemishes such as scars, despite living on his own until three when he found a bachelor herd.

Now he has arrived in Almas Rotas and seeks to begin a new life, far away from his childhood home. It is here knows none will know of his shameful heritage - or thats what he was told back home - a fresh start just what he needs.

I've been living
For tomorrows all my life

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Likes: Mares, rivers, foals that are his/related to him, Downpours.
Dislikes: Stallions, Cougars, Foals that aren't his/related to him, Snakes
Strengths: Loyal - If he considers you his he will do whatever he can to help you.
Protective - He'd put himself in danger to protect one of his own.
Smart - After years on his own he has learned how to navigate a variety of terrains. He is quick to learn his way around.
Weaknesses: Protective - He can be a bit over protective, and thus can get on his mares nerves...nothing worse then a ticked off mare.
Cocky - He can appear cocky at times, and is bound to get him into trouble with another stallion.
Temper - His tolerance for foolishness is low, and his tolerance for unwelcomed visitors is even lower. Can be a 'attack now ask questions later' type guy.

That i must learn to kill before i can feel safe
I rather kill myself then turn into their slave

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Other Characters you play: None
Sample Post: There was a slight chill in the wind while the light hued grullo stud moved across unfamiliar terrain. Ears swiveled atop skull as rich brown gaze focused on the path ahead. A fresh start, this was just what Twitch needed. Perhaps here he would catch a break and start a herd, after all it was unlikely anyone would know of his heritage. Low snort ripped from vocals as pace slowed from the trot to a walk. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. His steps echoed in his mind as he edged closer to the lush meadow ahead. Nostrils flared scenting the air, though no other scents seemed to be carried upon the winds.

Silence stretched beside his steps as limbs carried stout brute up the hill that over looked the meadow. Chocolate hued gaze swept across the field, a mental sigh issued when gaze confirmed what he already knew…there was no one here. Instead of getting depressed though, he saw promise. Perhaps no others had found these lands yet, perhaps if he settled down and waited long enough? Yes that was what he would do, he needed a break from his travels anyways. Life had been none stop movement since he’d departed from the bachelors, striking out on his own once again.

It was lonely being on your own, with only your thoughts and if you were insane enough….voice to keep you company. With this in mind he began the descent into madness the meadow. As brute moved forth he took in the trees which were changing from green to orange and yellow and brown, falling from the trees that surrounded the grass. Oh the grass, it was no longer the lush vibrant green but yellowing as though someone had forgotten to water it. He knew that though he could not smell any there were predators lurking in the trees, watching his every move and waiting for his error. Oh his error he’d do his best to make sure that did not come. It would be but a shame to meet his demise after just arriving at his future.


This application template was made by Sonya with lyrics from In The Shadows - The Rasmus
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[Sonya]

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