Charlotte

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Name: Charlotte
Nickname: Cherry
Breed: Paso Fino / Mustang
Gender: Mare
Age: Six
Season Born: Summer
Year Created: First
Description: Dappled Buckskin Dun (see picture below!)
Weight: 995 lbs.
Height: 14.1 hands
Personality: From a young age, Charlotte has always seen the bright side of things, even through rain. There's always a solution and if she sees a frown, be sure to know that she'll help you turn it upside down. Charlotte was also a bit spoiled young, she has never liked not getting her way. Most times, it is guarenteed that she will bicker and argue until she's right or gets her way. She can be quite the persuasive mare too. Since she likes having her way and has a good outlook on life, she doesn't like standing in the back or being a follower. In the group of foals she used to frolick with, she'd always be the one to pick games or be the first one it. It's stuck with her today and she would be fearless in a challenge for top mare. Contradicting her other attributes, she is quite easily confused, fooled, gullible, whatever word you'd like to pick. Sure, she has the words to fight you off, but when it comes to intelligent, you have to have good back up information to win arguments, she's most likely to become speechless if you got the tongue to win. It makes her seem a bit childish, but she'll get back up on her hooves in no time.
History: Born in a time of sun, she grew up happy and content. Not a lot of things went wrong in the valley where she lived, protected by high mountains and thick forests. Of course, that was the sheltered life. No one came in and only few went out. Her mother loved her and she loved her mother, her father had always been a bit faded in her memories.
Around the age of four, a rouge stallion happened to wander into their valley of peace and security. After being beaten, he stayed until night to swoon many of the young mares, including Charlotte. She followed like a puppy, her mind clouded by his fancy words.
It was only a year and a half later, when she didn't get way and wasn't chosen to be his lead mare, was it that she realized she needed to find her home valley again. Six months of harsh weather and far traveling, she still hasn't found her valley or another for her to love again.
Sample Post:
Time seemed to freeze as she made her way through the tall grass. Eyes of dark brown swept from left to right, inspecting every bit of pollen and dust that hovered in the warm, spring air. Life teemed at its peak, her heart raced with excitement as she hoped for a good spring. She hoped for one that hadn't been as lonely as last. Her hormones coursed through her veins, she stepped carefully over dirt and rocks. Now and then, her teeth and lips ripped up grass and chewed it slowly, thoughtfully. Where could everyone be?
She couldn't have really traveled that far from her valley, could she?
Flicking long hairs on her rump to rid of the flies, her dappled coat warmed quickly in the rising sun. It was barely noon and the crook gave off a nice sparkle, it was clear and clean. The fresh taste rinsed the grass and dryness rom her mouth and filled her stomach. As content as she could be, she shook out her dark colored mane and set off at a sloth-like walk. There was no direction for her, she had no trail to follow or a destination in mind other than home.
"Home," she mumbled, her muzzle pointed down with eyes barely on what was in front of her. Making a zig zag pattern, she made extra careful not to trip or slip up. Last winter, she had gotten a nasty cut along her shoulder, she had been foolish enough to cross a pass deep with fresh fallen snow and thick, black ice. Another shake of her head, she let her eyes roll. There was no use in being down when there was no reason to be.
"I'm alive ain't I? There's someone waiting for me, I know it. That's why I'm still here," her voice was quiet and melodic, a true female's voice. A voice that longed to be next to a smile. Continuing on across the crook, through some trees, her dappled coat carried on.
Picture: click hurrr

[Trillian]

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