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EDIT
I changed his color and made him more like how he should be xD haha

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Basic Information
Name: Song Bird
Nickname: Song or Bird never both
Age: 15 years
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Lusitano Buckskin mix
Sexual Orientation: Bi
Height: 15 1/2 hands
Herd Affiliation: Exile Herd
Location: The Southern Isle
Rank: Stallion

Tier System: tree-branch.deviantart.com/art…
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{Could my family ever except me for what I am?}
Family
Mother: Jaybird
Father: Iron Hammer
Lover None
Foals: None
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{Do You See The True Me?}
Physical Appearance:

Song is unlike most stallions born to the isles. His frame is a bit more narrow and his long eye lashes often gets him mistaken as a mare. Though despite him being a stallion he has never really taken offense to that. He is dark colored stallion with a lighter face, making it easy for him to travel at night and blend in with his homeland. His eyes are a deep honey gold and his mane is a mixture of light and dark colors with a few dark streaks thrown in. Bangs hang over the side of his face, only adding more to his mare like appearance.

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Items:

None

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{Dare To Enter The Mind Of A Lost Soul?}
Personality:
Shy || Wallflower || Timid || Locked Mind || Secretly Romantic || Depression

{Shy}
Song tends to be quite a shy fellow amongst the other others in the herd, due to him leaving his small family of loners and joining the herd. This tends to make it a bit hard for other to interact with others as he feels as if his tongue is unable to make the words, so he ends up clamming up and shutting down

{Wallflower}
Due to his shy attitude and his desire to be unnoticed and set away, he has become the wall flower. Without anything about him that stands out, he can easily be looked over and not noticed. With this he tends to be an excellent listener and knows quite a bit of the news that travels through the herd. Song knows everyone's name and face and yet many seem to know his own. With this he can be a great add to the herd with his knowledge within the herd.

{Timid}
Song is not very aggressive and can easily be pushed and bullied, his meek attitude makes him a prime candidate for being picked on and bullied. Song will never be the type to raise his voice or get in the middle of a fight. He much prefers to turn the other cheek and walk away letting their words do as much damage as they can.

{Locked Mind}
His mind is a fortress to which he lets none enter. Song keeps everything about him all locked up and even represses what situations he found to be difficult. This also makes it harder for him to interact with others and make friends. He normally is very passive about his past and tends to leave out details of it.

{Secretly Romantic}
Like many on this Isle, Song hopes and dreams of someone to come and sweep him off his hooves, to show him that everything that happened in his past, lead him to this moment to this horse. He wants to be protected in a way, to fight of all his fears of this world and to show him that magic still breathed here.

{Depression}
Due to his lunatic of a mother and harsh past, he can show signs of depression. With him not moving much in the warmth of the sun and sad expression on his fast. Though his inner mind is what causes him the most trouble, always putting some sort of doubt there, that tends to drive him up a wall. Yet even with his depression it is hard for others to looks past the shy horse.

_______________________

{The Past Does Not Show You Who I am, But What I am}
History:

Twisted Fate
Before my story must start you must know about my parents, well you see... My father was a wonderful stallion, or so I heard. Destined for great things, never knew what herd he was apart off, all I know is the day he met m mother, a loner. He forgot everything. Honor duty and of course his own family. She was a beauty, they all told me. The Oasis of the Desert. The more I heard about her and the ill things I know of her, I decided she was not an oasis, but a mirage, a trick of the eye that lead to death. Anyways, my father left the herd and traveled with Jaybird, my mother. Thus started the pair as their life as loners, little did my father know that was the biggest mistake of his life.

As the time passed, my father and mother seemed quite inlove for those that saw them. Soon they spoke fondly of having foals, my mother of course was obessed with having a filly someone to fill that empty void in her. Something that needed her for once. Finally my father gave in to her plees and soon their love was complete. My mother soon was pregnant with me, the ever growing baby within her womb.

The months flew by it seemed and soon any day I would be born. My mother and father were so eager for their little filly to be born, their hopes was to make a herd of their own and soon battle for lands, but of course their wish and dreams vanished, the day I was born. They were so eager for me to arrive until the realized their filly was a colt instead. My father was disgusted by me and how I ruined the dreams of my mother, yet my mother seemed not phased by this. "Isn't she beautiful? Gorgeous?" she asked him. It was then he realized how love and lust had blinded him, how he feel inlove with a true nightmare. It was the birth of me that lead my father to his fate to realize what a fool he was, how he gave up everything to be with... Jaybird. Finally, he snapped. With the disappearance of my father, my mother was left to raise me alone and tell me I was born wrong, that I was indeed a filly

Moon raised and set and soon I was a young foal, living my life to the fullest. I was taught how to act like a true mare and how to have my manners and never speak unless spoken too. I soon believe I was indeed a filly and despite the fact I was indeed a colt nothing really changed as the life of a loner, with only my mother to guide me. What was I to say elsewise? I was a mare, a filly, a female. That was what I believe I was, even now it is hard to shake away those thought of me being a mare, at times I find myself gender confused.

Within many passing season I turned into a young adult, or teenager to what some would still call me. My mother and I stumbled across the Exiled Herd, we were greeted of course as being to small and mares, we possed little to no threat to them, yet as I came closer I sensed a bit of hostility towards me, I was confused as to why and looked to my mother, only to see her galre those dark eyes towards to them. "Leave my filly be." she remarked taking a bold stance infront of me. I must admit, for my mother being clearly insane she was willing to protect me. The herd merely looked about each other stunned, and soon asked to speak to me and have me them tell me what I truly was. With shakey steps I trotted infront of them. "I am Songbird, my mothers daughter her only blood." I remarked as proudly as I could. If I only understood then how my mother brainwashed me, I wouldn't be as upset as I was when I saw their faces, how they looked at me shocked and silent. It was enough to send my mother into a fury. It all happened so fast you see... it was hard to recall it all... The screams and cries, I remember my mother, her screaming those haunting words. "Remember who you are." it was to much for me to take and soon, my world turned black.

I awoke to a start and find I was within the planes of the herd, the Exiles. They seemed to gather about me and it was then, my world truly turned black. It was if my whole life was a lie and I didn't know how I was. I am ashamed to say I cried that day, cried to much I swore all the water was gone from my body. Yet as the explained everything to me, the never told me what happened to my mother, what happened to Jaybird, the nightmare of the isles. Yet maybe I never needed to know, she was gone, she could no longer rot my mind. Maybe that was what was for the best? Who would know. The Exiles offered to let me join, maybe out of pity or a desire to set my straight, I would never know.

This is where my story ends for now, how I ended up where I am. Sad story, yet it wont define me, I refuse to let my life be tragedy. I refuse too....

More To Come When Roleplayed

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Likes
♦ Flowers
♦ Clear night skies
♦ Rainfall
♦ Talkative Horses
♦ Learning

Dislikes
♦ Heat waves
♦ Bullies
♦ Pruds
♦ Mud

_______________________
Strengths:
Passionate || Quick Learner || Flighty

Flaws/Weakness:
Weak Willed || Quiet

______________________________________
{I've got my eyes on you}
Relationships
= Apprentice
= Family
= Dead
= Uncertainty/Neutral
= Acquaintance Friend
= Good friend Best friend
= Crush/Attraction
= Mate
= Lust
= Discomfort Despise

Hot List

Sexual activity
Minor activity
Regret

_________________________

For the group

Description
EDIT
I changed his color and made him more like how he should be xD haha

____________________
Basic Information
Name: Song Bird
Nickname: Song or Bird never both
Age: 15 years
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Lusitano Buckskin mix
Sexual Orientation: Bi
Height: 15 1/2 hands
Herd Affiliation: Exile Herd
Location: The Southern Isle
Rank: Stallion

Tier System: tree-branch.deviantart.com/art…
_____________________
{Could my family ever except me for what I am?}
Family
Mother: Jaybird
Father: Iron Hammer
Lover None
Foals: None
_____________________
{Do You See The True Me?}
Physical Appearance:

Song is unlike most stallions born to the isles. His frame is a bit more narrow and his long eye lashes often gets him mistaken as a mare. Though despite him being a stallion he has never really taken offense to that. He is dark colored stallion with a lighter face, making it easy for him to travel at night and blend in with his homeland. His eyes are a deep honey gold and his mane is a mixture of light and dark colors with a few dark streaks thrown in. Bangs hang over the side of his face, only adding more to his mare like appearance.

_____________________
Items:

None

_____________________
{Dare To Enter The Mind Of A Lost Soul?}
Personality:
Shy || Wallflower || Timid || Locked Mind || Secretly Romantic || Depression

{Shy}
Song tends to be quite a shy fellow amongst the other others in the herd, due to him leaving his small family of loners and joining the herd. This tends to make it a bit hard for other to interact with others as he feels as if his tongue is unable to make the words, so he ends up clamming up and shutting down

{Wallflower}
Due to his shy attitude and his desire to be unnoticed and set away, he has become the wall flower. Without anything about him that stands out, he can easily be looked over and not noticed. With this he tends to be an excellent listener and knows quite a bit of the news that travels through the herd. Song knows everyone's name and face and yet many seem to know his own. With this he can be a great add to the herd with his knowledge within the herd.

{Timid}
Song is not very aggressive and can easily be pushed and bullied, his meek attitude makes him a prime candidate for being picked on and bullied. Song will never be the type to raise his voice or get in the middle of a fight. He much prefers to turn the other cheek and walk away letting their words do as much damage as they can.

{Locked Mind}
His mind is a fortress to which he lets none enter. Song keeps everything about him all locked up and even represses what situations he found to be difficult. This also makes it harder for him to interact with others and make friends. He normally is very passive about his past and tends to leave out details of it.

{Secretly Romantic}
Like many on this Isle, Song hopes and dreams of someone to come and sweep him off his hooves, to show him that everything that happened in his past, lead him to this moment to this horse. He wants to be protected in a way, to fight of all his fears of this world and to show him that magic still breathed here.

{Depression}
Due to his lunatic of a mother and harsh past, he can show signs of depression. With him not moving much in the warmth of the sun and sad expression on his fast. Though his inner mind is what causes him the most trouble, always putting some sort of doubt there, that tends to drive him up a wall. Yet even with his depression it is hard for others to looks past the shy horse.

_______________________

{The Past Does Not Show You Who I am, But What I am}
History:

Twisted Fate
Before my story must start you must know about my parents, well you see... My father was a wonderful stallion, or so I heard. Destined for great things, never knew what herd he was apart off, all I know is the day he met m mother, a loner. He forgot everything. Honor duty and of course his own family. She was a beauty, they all told me. The Oasis of the Desert. The more I heard about her and the ill things I know of her, I decided she was not an oasis, but a mirage, a trick of the eye that lead to death. Anyways, my father left the herd and traveled with Jaybird, my mother. Thus started the pair as their life as loners, little did my father know that was the biggest mistake of his life.

As the time passed, my father and mother seemed quite inlove for those that saw them. Soon they spoke fondly of having foals, my mother of course was obessed with having a filly someone to fill that empty void in her. Something that needed her for once. Finally my father gave in to her plees and soon their love was complete. My mother soon was pregnant with me, the ever growing baby within her womb.

The months flew by it seemed and soon any day I would be born. My mother and father were so eager for their little filly to be born, their hopes was to make a herd of their own and soon battle for lands, but of course their wish and dreams vanished, the day I was born. They were so eager for me to arrive until the realized their filly was a colt instead. My father was disgusted by me and how I ruined the dreams of my mother, yet my mother seemed not phased by this. "Isn't she beautiful? Gorgeous?" she asked him. It was then he realized how love and lust had blinded him, how he feel inlove with a true nightmare. It was the birth of me that lead my father to his fate to realize what a fool he was, how he gave up everything to be with... Jaybird. Finally, he snapped. With the disappearance of my father, my mother was left to raise me alone and tell me I was born wrong, that I was indeed a filly

Moon raised and set and soon I was a young foal, living my life to the fullest. I was taught how to act like a true mare and how to have my manners and never speak unless spoken too. I soon believe I was indeed a filly and despite the fact I was indeed a colt nothing really changed as the life of a loner, with only my mother to guide me. What was I to say elsewise? I was a mare, a filly, a female. That was what I believe I was, even now it is hard to shake away those thought of me being a mare, at times I find myself gender confused.

Within many passing season I turned into a young adult, or teenager to what some would still call me. My mother and I stumbled across the Exiled Herd, we were greeted of course as being to small and mares, we possed little to no threat to them, yet as I came closer I sensed a bit of hostility towards me, I was confused as to why and looked to my mother, only to see her galre those dark eyes towards to them. "Leave my filly be." she remarked taking a bold stance infront of me. I must admit, for my mother being clearly insane she was willing to protect me. The herd merely looked about each other stunned, and soon asked to speak to me and have me them tell me what I truly was. With shakey steps I trotted infront of them. "I am Songbird, my mothers daughter her only blood." I remarked as proudly as I could. If I only understood then how my mother brainwashed me, I wouldn't be as upset as I was when I saw their faces, how they looked at me shocked and silent. It was enough to send my mother into a fury. It all happened so fast you see... it was hard to recall it all... The screams and cries, I remember my mother, her screaming those haunting words. "Remember who you are." it was to much for me to take and soon, my world turned black.

I awoke to a start and find I was within the planes of the herd, the Exiles. They seemed to gather about me and it was then, my world truly turned black. It was if my whole life was a lie and I didn't know how I was. I am ashamed to say I cried that day, cried to much I swore all the water was gone from my body. Yet as the explained everything to me, the never told me what happened to my mother, what happened to Jaybird, the nightmare of the isles. Yet maybe I never needed to know, she was gone, she could no longer rot my mind. Maybe that was what was for the best? Who would know. The Exiles offered to let me join, maybe out of pity or a desire to set my straight, I would never know.

This is where my story ends for now, how I ended up where I am. Sad story, yet it wont define me, I refuse to let my life be tragedy. I refuse too....

More To Come When Roleplayed

_______________________

Likes
♦ Flowers
♦ Clear night skies
♦ Rainfall
♦ Talkative Horses
♦ Learning

Dislikes
♦ Heat waves
♦ Bullies
♦ Pruds
♦ Mud

_______________________
Strengths:
Passionate || Quick Learner || Flighty

Flaws/Weakness:
Weak Willed || Quiet

______________________________________
{I've got my eyes on you}
Relationships
= Apprentice
= Family
= Dead
= Uncertainty/Neutral
= Acquaintance Friend
= Good friend Best friend
= Crush/Attraction
= Mate
= Lust
= Discomfort Despise

Hot List

Sexual activity
Minor activity
Regret

_________________________

For the group