Ragen - wild stallion.

[resaa ❤]

Name: ragen
Age: six
Herd: tbd
Rank: tbd (most likely warrior)
Owner: - - -
Gender: stallion
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Breed: mixed breed
Eye color: brown
Fur color: bay paint
Mane & Tail Color: black
Markings: Tabiano
Height: 16.3

Personality: he comes from a long lines of mixed bred mares and stallions that roamed the lands for years, decades. the blood lines have a variety of mixed characteristics, but one is something that runs through all the stallions. aggression. this is a trait that ragin has picked up, living up to the father, and grand fathers to their standards. he temper is short, and he never takes the time to understand another horse, unless of course he finds a soft spot for them. he had his fair share of battles, and believes it won't be the end for a long, long time.

ragen's known for also being greedy and selfish. he disagrees with sharing his mares, and puts most of his life into a battle in order to keep, or gain more mares. he's also very territorial, making sure his lands are always clean, and the only equines wandering on them are other mares. he's always clashing heads with other stallions, demanding their herd as well as their land, and an amount of times, he's lost his battles as well as his land and herd. paladin's learned to treat himself carefully over the past year however and has been working upon his fighting techniques.

although more evil is within the ebony paint, he does have his positives within him. such as, if you're apart of the group, he'll put his life up in order to make sure the equines apart of his group are safe and free from a uncomfortable environment. also, once you get onto his good side, he is much more understanding and willing toward you, yet sympathy is till unknown to him, and a little tough love is sometimes all he'll give. he also has a friendly side, when he'll be happier than normal, more social and willing to get to know his herd, but thats very odd, usually when battling has become less and his stress levels level out a little more.

he's very, very anti-social. ragen isn't into being around the herd, mingling between horses, he enjoys just settling into the thick wilderness, or a place where he can watch over the herd. he believes that the more social he is, the less aware of his surroundings will be. however, every now and then he does get a soft spot for his herd and will pay more attention to him, and said above.

if he doesn't have land of his own, or a herd of his own, he'll join another herd in order to keep his battling skills updated. many herds enjoy his presence because he'll always make sure everyone is safe. he may not get along with everyone, or anyone, but they usually all have a small desire for ragen because of how unique and original he is. lead stallions even find a use for him, although they may get easily frustrated from his lack of understanding rules, or just the carefree attitude, but they somewhere, deep down enjoy him being around.


Limitations: - - -

Family:
Rwanda ; mother ; deceased
Lincoln ; father ; deceased

History: i suppose it would have all started that february morning, when the little gremlin was born. he was born early, in late febraury - the day was rather cool and crisp. as he came into the world, he was rested on a thick white blanket of frozen water particles, giving him a chill that would give him a rough start to his life. he was unhealthy from the start, but not mentally - just physically. he had come up with a simple cold, and being such a runt, the family left him in the forest to come to his death.

though the small spark of fire that had bundled up in him had given him a second chance at survival. as far back as he could remember, he was alone and cold in that forest - not another sign of life to be seen for miles to be seen. left alone that morning to fend for himself, he did the unthinkable - he did. he went hours without food, something he wasn't exactly prepared for, but after hours of meandering through the heavily treed forest he found a source a life.

it was a small band of equestrians that had taken home into a deep valley. still ill, and fatigue beginning to take over his energy, he vaguely remembered talking to a yearling before he had curled up in the deep snow, and gone into a light sleep. it must have only last an hour, at least before he was awoken by the soft touch of warm breath along his muzzle. the feeling was greatly desired, the soft touch of warmth had woken the small body, only to be greet by a large amount of other horses, intently looking at him, as if he was a strange creature - as if he was there to do tricks.

it turned out, all the once terrifying eyes were there for a reason, and a rather positive reason at that. he grew up to know an older palomino mare was his guardian. his mother and father still yet to know that he was still alive. he grew up with a short temper, the older he got, the more snippy and anti-social he became. he also had grown into being quite the jerk. something that has been mastered through the history of his bloodlines, as if aggression was suppose to be a body part of him and his relatives.

for the fallowing two years, no one had spoken to him about his family, or relatives - though deep down he knew the old palomino who had taken him under her wing knew his history. he had spent hours trying to persuade her to speak about them, though she had gone quite and almost seem intimidated by the paint colt. soon, frustration grew within him that the elder members of the herd knew about his true family. the aggression had grew so tremendously that the lead stallion had banished ragen from the herd, forever.

all he's ever known was taken away from him. and for month it was anger he expressed about the herd that raised him, though deep down he felt betrayal and disappointment. how they could hide such valuable information from him, and yet expect him to act like nothing had happened. before long he had become allies with another equine, one that was educated to ragen's standards. the young filly, near to his age, if not a little bit older had just been banned from a herd that slowly rattled his memory. right away, the young filly had recognized the paint stallion, she spoke of him as if he was dead to her past life - and it was then he realized that she was useful.

with the hot temper of a tasmanian devil, he had plotted out a way of revenge to get back at his parents for just leaving him. and it only took a day for the two to learn about one another and to have the missing details filled in. once he got what he needed to know, he had decided that it would be time to go through with his plan. he began his journey to his home lands, which he was yet to become familiar with. many of the horses had a flared temper like himself. he'd trip across them on his trail and they were nothing but a pile of rampaging meat, they looked at him as if he was meat, with such disgust that ragen simply returned the glares with one that resembled his father - apparently.

once he had finally tangled with the group, he looked for the two familiar faces that would soon be seeing the end. the bronc had all his energy built up, and year of aggression that had been built up right from day one. it was then that he saw the male and female, age had shown on them, but the brute was familiar, looking much like ragen. they shared the same facial expressions, and the killer energy the stallion expressed, within moments had started their battle. ragen won, taking the lives of his mother and father yet he went out with his own battles. he took a hoof to his left eye, taking his vision for a few months but with a little bit of healing time, he got some of the vision back.

now, his left eye is rather foggy, and is constantly creating a yellow and white liquid that is constantly coming from his eye. he was also left with a wheezy breath, due to broken ribs that didn't heal the way they should have. after his recovery, his life had little drama and events. it consisted of constantly battling in wars for other herds, herds of his own and of course, getting kicked out of herd. he had been banned from his own herd, due to his flared temper.

now, he's roaming new lands, not in at all, good shape but he's there and the snappy temper is still bundled inside, though he hasn't been around equines for just over a year. his voice is hoarse, and doesn't has the patients to deal with anyone.

[micino]

Sorry dear, but you need to actually state the horses mixed breeds, not just "mutt"

then it will be accepted <3

[Stella]