Post by elkie on Nov 29, 2010 15:32:25 GMT -5
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rubix
unknown- 7 - stallion
The Basics
Name: rubix
Age: 7
Breed: unknown
Gender: stallion
Height: 16hh
Weight: 1200lbs
Allegiances
Herd: none
Rank: none
Family by Chance
Mother: maraj, 19 years, deceased
Father: jack, 15, alive
Siblings: none
Family by Choice
Mate: none, but i'd like one
Offspring: none
In-Depth
Appearance: i've been told i'm a very handsome stallion, with my mish-mosh of white spots splattered all over my pitch black body. i'm of a reasonable height, with slightly stocky legs and a very muscular hindquarters and shoulders. i guess i have the appearance of a quarter horse, even though i don't have any in my lineage. my mane is kinda long, to about the middle of my neck, and my tail is reaching my hocks. both are filled with knots and burrs, despite my attempts to keep them out.
Personality: i'm rather shy...i prefer to let others do the talking and just keep out of the way. most horses don't like me, even when they say they do. i know they're lying just to get something from me, and they won't even tell the truth when i call them out on it! why does everyone have to hate me? i'm not even sure what i've done. i'm not handsome, no matter what they say; maybe that's why no one likes me. i guess my jumpiness and insecurity gets annoying, and it drives away all of my so called 'friends'. i know they weren't my friends in the first place, so i guess i don't really mind to see them go. also, it's embarrassing but..i've been known to develop crushes on stallions in my mad dash to find love. those stallions usually just shun me or ignore me, breaking my already broken heart even more. maybe someday i'll find a mate that doesn't lie; one that'll just admit that i'm not perfect.
History: i don't like talking about my past...i've worked hard to block it out from my memory and i don't wanna remember it all now. but..i guess i could tell you, if you promise not to laugh or be mean or whatever..
i was born, of course, seven years ago in the wintertime. i guess i was a really big foal and it hurt my mama bad, so all of my memories of her are her limping along grunting about the horrible pain in her womb. i'd usually just hang my head and sigh, wondering why i had to hurt her. eventually she died of some sort of infection i guess, and it was just a few months after i was weaned. my dad was heartbroken; he was one of those types that only falls in love once. well anyway my father decided to take his anger and depression out on me, and he beat me. it was more emotional abuse than anything, he didn't have the stomach to really hurt me on the outside. i guess he's the reason i'm how i am today, but i still do believe that my mama's death was my fault. if i was never born she might still be alive.
Notes: (Anything else?)
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