TO HIDE BEHIND THE MASK THIS TIME ^basics

Full Name: al Hital
Nicknames: Hital; Pistol (his name when he was a race horse)
Age: 7
Breed: Arabian
Date of Death: 3/30

cause of death: put down on the race track, bullet to the head

THEY ALL DESERVE TO DIE ^personality

Likes: aside from himself, he likes herds.  He hates being alone, but only wants to be part of something where he is revered, so he is far more likely to start a herd then to join one.
Dislikes:  insults and rudeness.  he hates when people insult him, for he know he is perfection.
Strengths:  speed.  being of the arabian breed this horse is amazingly fleet footed and can outrun even some of the best thoroughbreds.
Weaknesses:  cold.  again, due to his breed, he is meant for desert living, and does not do well in the cold.  he tends to stay in the Endless Desert, and likes to think he is in charge there.
Phobias:  Guns, not that there are many of those in the after life, but it is natural for a soul to fear that which killed it.  Hyenas, in the desert they are everywhere, in life and in death they hunt the Arabians in the sand.
Obsessions:  grooming.  Hital is a true narcissist with his appearance, he is perfection, he has been told so since he was born... and so he believes it, and must be beautiful at all times.  He is not afraid to get dirty if he must, but he will obsessively wash himself afterward until he is clean again.

Overall Personality: al Hital has a very Bedouin personality. Not surprising considering that they raised him. He does not understand the fact that herds are run by some females here in the after life, but then again, he was a herd stallion before he was made into a race horse. If there was ever a horse with a god complex it was him, he had been told he was perfection since the day he was born, so why would he not believe it.  He does not react too horribly violently when someone challenges that, but when it is challenged red smoke tends to waft from his nose, and sometimes his mane and tail with light aflame, showing the fire within that will not die, will not be taken down.  He is a bit mad, but what dead thing isn't?  Not innocent, not evil, Hital rides a close line between perfection and insanity.

WE'RE NOT MAKING PROMISES WE KNOW WE'LL NEVER KEEP ^history

Parents: al Hideral and Miserra
Siblings: al Metar, Mohedib, and Usil
Mate: was a stallion, had many
Children: again, was a stallion had many
Other Relatives:  none of note
Best Memory: The first time that he rode with his Bedouin handler, two years old, racing over the sands like the wind, wild, free, and ready to take on the world
Worst Memory:  The bit.  Taken from the desert, where the only guidance needed was a word and a press of a reign against his neck, and forced into a small box, his head restrained, humans pulling his mouth open and shoving this peice of cold metal deep into the back of it where it rubbed raw the corners of his mouth and dug into it... and there was nothing he could do to get it out. 

General History: Hital was born a wild horse.  Owned by the Bedouin people he was treated like royalty among them, and so he believed himself to be.  He was riden by their men, and called... equine perfection.  However, the camp was raided, and the horses stollen, sold, and he was shipped to an unfriendly land where he was kept in a small stall when he was not strapped up into a horrible get up and forced to run against other horses in a circle.  After running for a year, trying to shake the feeling of being broke... and he made a choice, kill or die here.  He rose up against his rider and managed to shake him... but his flight for freedom was short when he misjudged his jump into the stands and landed on a seat, breaking both of his front legs... he was in horrified pain before they put a bullet in his head.

”Personal Quote”

Fur Color: black
Eye Color: white
Body Type: slender, long legged, long elegant neck and a small narrow head, small ears, long tail carried high, short mane
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General Appearance: Hital is a large stallion.  Not abnormally large, he was in the prime of his life, a seven year old male with his life in front of him.  His coat is completely black, no marring of white touching it, though in the sun there are some blazes of reddish brown.  He has long well muscled legs that can carry him and a rider at amazing speeds.  Heavily muscled shoulders lead to a long elegant neck, that holds up his small narrow head.  Wide nostrils take in the air, while small ears stand tall upon his head, that long tail carried high, swishing in the air behind him.

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