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Description
Name: Alex
Gender: Male
Breed: Andalusian(1/2) x Arabian (1/4) x Spanish mustang(1/4)
Age: 28 years
Colour: Sooty bay dun sabino
Height: 16.2 hh
Rank: Infantry
Orientation: Straight
Mate: none
Parents: Heracles x Leanna
Siblings: Tierra(half-sister)
Offspring: none

Looks:
Strong, muscular and compact build with long, strong legs. Physically he has the whole package. He's strong, fast and agile.
His mane are long and wavy with a tendency to curl when the air is moist. He HATES his curly hair and unless you have a death wish you should not mention it...
He keeps his mane short by scraping his neck against trees and rocks.
He has almost silver coloured eyes that seem to look right trough everything.

Personality:
Observing/Insightful/Intelligent
  Alex likes to watch others. He is quite perspective and a quick thinker. He mostly gains insight into the horse's psyche before ever even talking to them. This way he keeps an eye   on what is going on in the herd. It helps with doing his job and it gives him leverage over annoying herd members.

Uncaring
   Alex finds almost everyone annoying. Though he observes, he barely reacts to anything. He doesn't feel it is his business or worth the energy. He is bored extremely fast and doesn't   hesitate to walk away in the middle of a conversation if he loses interest.

Sarcastic
  He doesn't say much, but when Alex opens his mouth every word drips with sarcasm. He has a sharp tongue and he'll use it. Alex rarely becomes mean however... He just likes to   provoke you.

Confident
  He is strong, fast and intelligent and he knows it. He really can be a cocky little bastard and the fact that his father was an elite doesn't help. He won't go around telling everybody how   great he is, but that smug smirk of his says enough.

Charming
  He isn't a flirt and his daily routine doesn't consist of constantly trying to woo the mares. Yet still Alex has something of a boyish charm about him. Maybe it's his silver-grey eyes, his   confidence or maybe the mysterious and sometimes dangerous vibe he gives off. Whatever it is, many hearts can't help but skip a beat when his attention concentrates on them. Alex   himself is rather oblivious of this fact.

Loyal
  Alex has morals and values that he holds high. He is loyal to his herd and it's laws and he will go through fire for those he cares for.

Controlling/Possessive
    If something or someone does kindle his interest Alex can become controlling as he feels he knows what to do to keep it/them save. He will also become possessive and even jealous if   he feels that the object of his interest won't stay with him for whatever reason. He can get a little clumsy in his attempt to protect and keep who he cares for close to him.

Dangerous
  It is the remain of a not so distant past. He has killed before and though he's not so eager anymore he will kill again if he has to. He seems calm and in control, but the moment he losses his temper he losses it good.

History:
My father is an Elite scavenger my mother was a captive brood. The only purpose of their relationship was to conceive me, as it is with most bachelor relationships.
My mother wasn't treated harsher than any other brood, but she was weak of mind. Unlike the other mares she had no motherly bone in her body.
She didn't bother with me much after my birth and I have to say that I barely remember her today.
I was a few months old when she disappeared and according to the talking I heard she was found a day later, drowned and washed up on the beach.
Some say she tried to escape by swimming to the Southern Isle...I doubt she even tried to reach the shore.... Like I said; weak.

Though the foals are supposed to be raised by the broods I stuck to my father like glue and followed him everywhere. I was a hyperactive annoying little brat back then and in my eyes my father was everything a bachelor should be and everything I ever wanted to be when I grew up. My father wasn't used to raising his own children, but I guess I didn't really give him a choice... Either way my presence among the stallions was accepted and  my father started to teach me everything I needed to know.

Things changed when my father killed his sisters murderer. Not that stupid little me understood that it had anything to do with that brood. In my mind father had full right to kill anyone weaker than him and this was just prove that he was unconquerable. I was about 4 years old when this happened and after that my father distanced himself. So naturally I started to terrorize play with the other foals in the herd. My head goal was training with the other foals to become stronger so I could become a scavenger like my father. I also liked to 'mentor' the other colts into becoming stronger, though some of them prefer to use the word bully.

I was 9 when my grandmother got convicted to death. In my desperation to be the perfect bachelor stallion I shouted the hardest that what she had done was unforgivable. I remember looking up to my father expecting pride or agreement, instead I saw a hoof. He didn't hit hard, it just left me with a black eye for two weeks. It was the first time father ever hit me and looking back... I deserved it. Ironically the black eye finally made me see the respect my father had for the now deceased broods he called family. So when my father unexpectedly claimed a mare a year later, I attached to her like a colt to his mother.
Flora was different from any mare I ever met. She was unstained, kind, naive and beautiful. She talked differently, moved differently and smelled differently than any of the broods in the herd. I will admit I enjoyed spending time with her. I enjoyed bragging about my strength and fighting skills to her and listening to her ridicules but entertaining stories about unicorns. At night I would crawl up against her and fall asleep while listening to her humming while my father held watch over us. For a short while I allowed myself to dream that we were a family and that we would stay like this forever. My happiness was short-lived as ten months later Flora escaped. I always regretted telling her about the law that a mare would be banished if they birthed a filly.

5 years went by without anything special that happened. I trained, got into fights, shouted that I would become the greatest scavenger ever...you know, the usual. Father wasn't around much anymore after Flora left, so from time to time I sought him out to check if he was still alive and to update him with the details of my training and current fights.

My behaviour took a turn for the worst after I found Flora on the beach on night breathing out her last breath. Her last word was the name of her filly and looking at the land bridge I understood that my little sister was on her way to Olde. Something snapped inside of me and I took it out on the broods in my herd. Not that my peers got treated any better as my constant anger and overflowing aggression got directed at anyone who got to close. I had a difficult puberty..

My 17th Year Ceremony was a dark day for the broods as I didn't just choose one mare to mount. I was now officially a stallion and a scavenger and the whole herd had to know preferably in a way that would be locked in their minds forever. So I raped, fought and even murdered a couple of loners that were in our territories. The actions itself weren't all that terrible for bachelor standards, but I was out of control and I fancied myself indestructible. One day after I almost beat another bachelor to death for a reason I do not remember, my father was fed up with me. He beat me up in front of everybody and put me right back in my place. The old man still had a ridicules amount of strength in him and had I lost all respect for anyone before, he beat it right back in me. Or at least I regained it after fixing the crater in my ego.

For weeks I stayed on the outsides of the herd just moping and feeling sorry for myself like the pathetic little colt that I was. Until on one of my strolls I ran into a young infantry stallion trying to protect two broods from some grassbeasts. Without thinking about it I rushed in to help my fellow herd members. After we chased off the grassbeasts the stallion smiled his stupid-looking wide grin at me and said 'You are a good fighter for a smooth-talking scavenger'. I should have beaten him up there and then...but I didn't. And when one of the mares THANKED me after we returned her to the herd my mind cleared up, all the bottled up anger from the past years just vanished into thin air. I suddenly saw my herd through other eyes, saw everything I had been so proud off as a foal and everything I wanted to protect.

I begged the leader and he let me switch rank to Infantry. My name proceeded me and though surprised with my decision the Infantry stallions accepted my in their midst. The most surprising reaction was from my father who nodded and smiled with pride in his eyes.

Now I am living a easy live protecting my herd and doing my job with as little bloodshed as possible. War is on the rise and though I have my doubts about our new leader, I will fight to protect my home!

Description
Name: Alex
Gender: Male
Breed: Andalusian(1/2) x Arabian (1/4) x Spanish mustang(1/4)
Age: 28 years
Colour: Sooty bay dun sabino
Height: 16.2 hh
Rank: Infantry
Orientation: Straight
Mate: none
Parents: Heracles x Leanna
Siblings: Tierra(half-sister)
Offspring: none

Looks:
Strong, muscular and compact build with long, strong legs. Physically he has the whole package. He's strong, fast and agile.
His mane are long and wavy with a tendency to curl when the air is moist. He HATES his curly hair and unless you have a death wish you should not mention it...
He keeps his mane short by scraping his neck against trees and rocks.
He has almost silver coloured eyes that seem to look right trough everything.

Personality:
Observing/Insightful/Intelligent
  Alex likes to watch others. He is quite perspective and a quick thinker. He mostly gains insight into the horse's psyche before ever even talking to them. This way he keeps an eye   on what is going on in the herd. It helps with doing his job and it gives him leverage over annoying herd members.

Uncaring
   Alex finds almost everyone annoying. Though he observes, he barely reacts to anything. He doesn't feel it is his business or worth the energy. He is bored extremely fast and doesn't   hesitate to walk away in the middle of a conversation if he loses interest.

Sarcastic
  He doesn't say much, but when Alex opens his mouth every word drips with sarcasm. He has a sharp tongue and he'll use it. Alex rarely becomes mean however... He just likes to   provoke you.

Confident
  He is strong, fast and intelligent and he knows it. He really can be a cocky little bastard and the fact that his father was an elite doesn't help. He won't go around telling everybody how   great he is, but that smug smirk of his says enough.

Charming
  He isn't a flirt and his daily routine doesn't consist of constantly trying to woo the mares. Yet still Alex has something of a boyish charm about him. Maybe it's his silver-grey eyes, his   confidence or maybe the mysterious and sometimes dangerous vibe he gives off. Whatever it is, many hearts can't help but skip a beat when his attention concentrates on them. Alex   himself is rather oblivious of this fact.

Loyal
  Alex has morals and values that he holds high. He is loyal to his herd and it's laws and he will go through fire for those he cares for.

Controlling/Possessive
    If something or someone does kindle his interest Alex can become controlling as he feels he knows what to do to keep it/them save. He will also become possessive and even jealous if   he feels that the object of his interest won't stay with him for whatever reason. He can get a little clumsy in his attempt to protect and keep who he cares for close to him.

Dangerous
  It is the remain of a not so distant past. He has killed before and though he's not so eager anymore he will kill again if he has to. He seems calm and in control, but the moment he losses his temper he losses it good.

History:
My father is an Elite scavenger my mother was a captive brood. The only purpose of their relationship was to conceive me, as it is with most bachelor relationships.
My mother wasn't treated harsher than any other brood, but she was weak of mind. Unlike the other mares she had no motherly bone in her body.
She didn't bother with me much after my birth and I have to say that I barely remember her today.
I was a few months old when she disappeared and according to the talking I heard she was found a day later, drowned and washed up on the beach.
Some say she tried to escape by swimming to the Southern Isle...I doubt she even tried to reach the shore.... Like I said; weak.

Though the foals are supposed to be raised by the broods I stuck to my father like glue and followed him everywhere. I was a hyperactive annoying little brat back then and in my eyes my father was everything a bachelor should be and everything I ever wanted to be when I grew up. My father wasn't used to raising his own children, but I guess I didn't really give him a choice... Either way my presence among the stallions was accepted and  my father started to teach me everything I needed to know.

Things changed when my father killed his sisters murderer. Not that stupid little me understood that it had anything to do with that brood. In my mind father had full right to kill anyone weaker than him and this was just prove that he was unconquerable. I was about 4 years old when this happened and after that my father distanced himself. So naturally I started to terrorize play with the other foals in the herd. My head goal was training with the other foals to become stronger so I could become a scavenger like my father. I also liked to 'mentor' the other colts into becoming stronger, though some of them prefer to use the word bully.

I was 9 when my grandmother got convicted to death. In my desperation to be the perfect bachelor stallion I shouted the hardest that what she had done was unforgivable. I remember looking up to my father expecting pride or agreement, instead I saw a hoof. He didn't hit hard, it just left me with a black eye for two weeks. It was the first time father ever hit me and looking back... I deserved it. Ironically the black eye finally made me see the respect my father had for the now deceased broods he called family. So when my father unexpectedly claimed a mare a year later, I attached to her like a colt to his mother.
Flora was different from any mare I ever met. She was unstained, kind, naive and beautiful. She talked differently, moved differently and smelled differently than any of the broods in the herd. I will admit I enjoyed spending time with her. I enjoyed bragging about my strength and fighting skills to her and listening to her ridicules but entertaining stories about unicorns. At night I would crawl up against her and fall asleep while listening to her humming while my father held watch over us. For a short while I allowed myself to dream that we were a family and that we would stay like this forever. My happiness was short-lived as ten months later Flora escaped. I always regretted telling her about the law that a mare would be banished if they birthed a filly.

5 years went by without anything special that happened. I trained, got into fights, shouted that I would become the greatest scavenger ever...you know, the usual. Father wasn't around much anymore after Flora left, so from time to time I sought him out to check if he was still alive and to update him with the details of my training and current fights.

My behaviour took a turn for the worst after I found Flora on the beach on night breathing out her last breath. Her last word was the name of her filly and looking at the land bridge I understood that my little sister was on her way to Olde. Something snapped inside of me and I took it out on the broods in my herd. Not that my peers got treated any better as my constant anger and overflowing aggression got directed at anyone who got to close. I had a difficult puberty..

My 17th Year Ceremony was a dark day for the broods as I didn't just choose one mare to mount. I was now officially a stallion and a scavenger and the whole herd had to know preferably in a way that would be locked in their minds forever. So I raped, fought and even murdered a couple of loners that were in our territories. The actions itself weren't all that terrible for bachelor standards, but I was out of control and I fancied myself indestructible. One day after I almost beat another bachelor to death for a reason I do not remember, my father was fed up with me. He beat me up in front of everybody and put me right back in my place. The old man still had a ridicules amount of strength in him and had I lost all respect for anyone before, he beat it right back in me. Or at least I regained it after fixing the crater in my ego.

For weeks I stayed on the outsides of the herd just moping and feeling sorry for myself like the pathetic little colt that I was. Until on one of my strolls I ran into a young infantry stallion trying to protect two broods from some grassbeasts. Without thinking about it I rushed in to help my fellow herd members. After we chased off the grassbeasts the stallion smiled his stupid-looking wide grin at me and said 'You are a good fighter for a smooth-talking scavenger'. I should have beaten him up there and then...but I didn't. And when one of the mares THANKED me after we returned her to the herd my mind cleared up, all the bottled up anger from the past years just vanished into thin air. I suddenly saw my herd through other eyes, saw everything I had been so proud off as a foal and everything I wanted to protect.

I begged the leader and he let me switch rank to Infantry. My name proceeded me and though surprised with my decision the Infantry stallions accepted my in their midst. The most surprising reaction was from my father who nodded and smiled with pride in his eyes.

Now I am living a easy live protecting my herd and doing my job with as little bloodshed as possible. War is on the rise and though I have my doubts about our new leader, I will fight to protect my home!