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Name: Storyteller
Age: 9
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Thoroughbred
Height: 16.3 hh
Appearance: Storyteller is not your typicall throrughbred stallion. Unlike his kin his confirmation is not long and lanky, but thick and built for nothing but fighting. His head is normally held on the end of a regal, arched neck, his face slightly dished and his intelligent eyes reading everyone but giving up nothing. Along the middle of his nose runs a thick blaze that ends right between his eyes in a large star, and a long, untamed forelock falling over most of it. His coat gleams a glossy brown, deep enough to some to appear black, as his mane and tail truly are, and on three of his legs tall white stockings stand out against the darker canvas. His mane and tail, which like his forelock, are long and untamed, have a slight wave to them. And although tangled near the ends they keep a shine to them that counteracts the manginess.
Personality: Storyteller is a fairly calm stallion espically considering the hot throrughbred blood that runs through his veins. But the arrogance of the thoroughbred did not escape this one. As large as he stands he is not a force to be reckoned with, but if the challenge arises he will accept. He is a good fighter, and has learned his fair share from his own losses. Each battle adds on to his knowlege and skill, and it also contributes to his cockiness. And that does not help the fact that he is brutally honest and holds back for no one. If he does not like you he will tell you. If he thinks that he is better than you, you will find out. But this can also be a helpful thing in the right situations. He can help others see their flaws, and if asked he can help to correct them. He is just in the prime of his life now, not to old, not too young, so he plans to build up a home and a herd, and those are the two things he will protect with is life.
History: Storyteller was born on a warm fall day 9 years ago. His sire and dam were both there for his birth as they were to judge weather or not he was worthy to share their lineage. What they got was not a dissapointment. His ancestors, way back when the humans were still living, were great racehorses and eventers, and even now the arrogance of those people lived on within the spirits of his parentage. His mother, a solid chestnut throrughbred with no markings, was long and graceful, and his father, a light bay with four white socks, was on the thicker powerful side. And Storyteller was just big, even as a colt. He was fast, as was a trait of his breed, but he could run longer and farther than the others. And as he grew he fought among his playmates. He won some and lost some, gaining power each time, win or lose, and soon enough it was time for his to go out on his own. As a young stallion he was not so lucky. He aquired a mare or two over time, but they were stolen or ran off eventually. He would fight for them, but no matter what they always disappeared. So now after years as a bachelor stallion, he has decided to try again and so he is here to do just that.
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