[Lady Tuesday]

Sun-faded solid black/ lilac roan spotted blanket appaloosa with rabicano and grease spots (chimeric)
genotype: (Ee/aa) / (ee/Rr/Lplp/Rbrb + grease spots)

*If you ever rehome this bab, please consider me as the first home. This was going to be my GA custom but I felt it would be too selfish to keep them<3*

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My first tolt as a GA!<3 This bab is based off of my first entry for becoming a GA.
(They were supposed to have hair edits, and I might still add them later.)

This is going to be an Impress Me comp! Below is the basic form needed to enter, but I expect that you guys put some really good character development into your form because this gal is so special.

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End date is May 28th
(Exstensions may be requested no later than three days before the end of the comp.)

[osteoh]

mark!

[certified]

WIP! <3 You did so amazing Tues!

Username: CertifiedFreak1620
Name: Love a Lost Illusion // Zefeni (meaning song in Amharic)
Gender: Mare
Personality:
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With everything going on right now, I honestly don't have time to complete this. :c

[DarkestWerewolf]

Username:
DarkestWerewolf

Show Name:
Operation Ghoul

Barn Name:
Uta

Gender:
Stallion

Age:
8 years old

Personality:
Uta is a silent and smart stallion who quietly enjoys the company of others. He is friendly to others and actually likes to tease them every now and then. At first, Uta might come of as intimidating and aloof but he's actually a very nice stallion. He is ambitious and very determined to succeed and achieve his goals, something many horses admire about him.
When Uta was younger, he was wild. He lets no one ride him and refused to be broken but he was eventually broke when a gentle person touched his heart. From then, he developed a love for show-jumping and slowly worked his way to be one of the top horses for show-jumping.

Backstory:
Uta was born a wild horse into a large herd. He barely remembers a lot but whatever memories he had as a wild colt was fun. Even though he had that odd coat that makes him stand out, he still had many other horses around that were willing to be his friends. Despite some being very unfriendly to him, he still continues to be nice to everyone, as his mother had taught him.
However, there was one day when the herd encountered some horse wranglers. Chaos broke out as everyone bolted for the safety of the forests. Uta, however, sacrificed himself to get caught to help a younger filly escape. Being just a little over 3 years old, he was still immature and resorted to violence in order to escape. He heard a shot, something hitting his rump and soon, everything became dark.
The following months were vague. All he remembered was being sold from auction to auction. Many people want him at first but when he proved to be almost impossible to break, they sold him back. Once more, he was sold to another stable. They attempted to break him but he refused. However, they never sold him. He was puzzled but thought of nothing much. Eventually, he started warming up to the horses there and slowly, the people. It took almost a year and a half before he was broken. His rider slowly introduced him to show-jumping and he immediately fell heads over heals for that discipline.

How he was broken:
"Hey Uta! How are you?" She greeted.
It was something that she kept saying to him everyday since he got here. He absolutely refused to be broken and many have tried but failed. Some got out with bruises, some had to go to the hospital and those lucky ones got out unscathed. He snorted a greeting at her. He was puzzled as to why she always greeted him and only him. She never pays as much attention to the other horses as compared to the attention he got.
He was neutral with a bridle, though the bit was irritating at times, it never really bothered him.
"Let's go on a trail ride, okay?" She said as she got her horse, Thea, ready. Thea was a nice mare in Uta's opinion, she has a great sense of humour but she can be a stubborn girl at times. Once she was tacked up, he was fastened next to her by his bridle.
With that, they were headed off. The trail they went led them through the lush forest not far from the stable. Nothing really caught Uta's attention throughout the walk, he thought of it as extremely boring. As they headed down the trail, Uta started getting a bad feeling. Just as they she was about to go forward, Thea reared up, causing Uta to get caught in it. Her rider was thrown off and amongst Thea's sudden action, the bridle on her was caught in the branches and was torn from her. She broke into a gallop off the trail and deep into the woods. Uta's bridle somehow got tangled on a low hanging branch. The rider got up and got nervous as Thea was already out of sight.
"Uta, you okay?" She said as she checked him for injuries.
The stallion was unfazed and not hurt.
"Listen okay? I'll have to get on you to go find Thea."
He couldn't really make out what she said but the moment he felt her hands press his back, he slowly backed off. She continued to whisper and give soft encourages but he refused. She sighed and strokes his muzzle, tears started to well up in her eyes. He never understood human emotions but he could tell she was upset. He nickered the sobbing girl and gave her a reassuring look. She tried to get on his back and this time, he didn't struggle. She never put a saddle or a saddle pad on him so she slowly got on him, bareback. He felt her weight and was uncomfortable with it but she kept saying he was doing well. After a while, she was on him. He was broken but there was no time for the bittersweet emotion. They had to find Thea.
They bolted for the direction where Thea went and after following tracks of broken branches, crushed bushes and flowers, they found her. Thea recognised her owner and trotted over. She smiled at Thea as they slowly headed back to the trail. She turned the broken bridle into a make-shift rope, put it around Thea and headed back to the stable, receiving shocked looks from the other stable-hands.

Quirk:
Uta is prone to spacing out. Sometimes when he's grazing, he would just stop and space out. He would snap back on his own but there are times when others would snap him back into reality.

Likes:
-Grazing
-Spacing out
-Show-jumping
-Being free
-Helping others

Dislikes:
-Being forced to do
something he dislikes
-Being dolled-up
-Insults
-Loud noises

Theme song:
This amazing mash-up

One of them is not like the others...

[heyheygirl101]

Username: heyheygirl101
Name: The Darkest Parts of My Soul // Lilith
Gender: Mare
Personality: Everything can be found here

[buckskin.]

Username: MiloThePitBull
Show Name:Broken Arrows In The Dark
Barn Name:Delilah
Gender: mare
Height: 13.3hh
Broken: yes
Age: 5 years
Theme song:If everybody cared-Nickleback(i don't care if you don't like Nickleback, cause i do)

Personality:
Delilah is an adventurous and curious mare. She has a heart of gold and a soul of silver, her mind set often seems positive and is often set on pleasing those around her. This little mare isn't all cheer though, under her positive and outgoing front is a soft, shy and scared little horse who only wants to be loved like she loves everyone else. Delilah isn't Miss Popular and often tries too hard to make new friends, sure they'll be nice to her but she knows that deep down they don't like her for her. With a good ability to pretend that she is okay when in reality she just wants to be truly happy and to be accepted for the horse she is and not what she gives to get others to like her. Saying this she is a very generous and forgiving horse who blames herself for every little thing that goes wrong, whether it's a leak in the barn or a disaster in the paddock she always finds a way to blame herself for it, even if she had nothing to do with it. Delilah needs to stretch her wings and fly as she could go so far with her natural talents, but instead she brings herself down and lies about her true feelings.
She tends to find herself alone and worrying about her problems when she should be running with the other horses and is often the last one to the feed as she gets so caught up in trying to find a way to make the others like her that she is unintentionally excluding herself from the rest of the group. She needs to tear down the walls around her heart and let those who will love her in and not just assume that everyone around her hates her and doesn't want anything to do with her. Delilah knows that sometimes she'll win and sometimes she'll loose but often feels like that nothing is every in her favor and that she would better off be away from the others so she can't bring them down with her own entangled emotions.

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Art:


Short Story:
My hooves planted hard onto the dirt, I could feel my body pulsing as I regained my speed and headed towards the oncoming hill. I could feel the message change on my back as the feeling of fear and anxiety was transferred, I could feel myself tensing as I felt the metal lump in my mouth pull back, instantly I fell back to a trot.

I could smell it now, it was fire, I could see it aswell, the bright orange, red and yellow maze reflected from my glass like eyes. The smoke was heavy in the sky, my body tensing even further, like I couldn't move. An instant snap back to reality sent my galloping away, i felt the weight shift and the cue to go faster made my legs go into overdrive. I was galloping full out, I could feel the heat against my rump. There was no going back now. I knew where my human wanted to go, the lake wasn't too far away. We would be safe there, in the water where the flames couldn't reach us anymore. We pasted many jumps that I had cleared before but for some reason they seemed bigger, thicker, like predators as the flames engulfed them too.

We were in the middle of it now, surrounded by danger but I kept going even as my brain told me to stop, my heart fought the erg and told me to gallop on. I had done this track before, the one down to the water but it had never felt so long, it never felt so tiring and the ground had never felt so hard. Signals of pain hit my body as the flames licked my side, sending me faster and faster in a blind gallop out of pure fear. Through the trees and over the rocks I went, the smoke filled my nostrils even as we started to escape it's evil clutches.

The water was insight now, the final break to safety was close, I could feel my heart starting to soar as I cleared a fallen log, hot embers floating all around me, it was sort of beautiful in a dangerous way, if it was a movie people would watch in awe. But no. This was real, it was not beautiful as I fell and felt the pain of fire, it's beauty was deceiving, the way it dances and the way it mesmerized the mind. As quick as I found my feet, I jumped forwards as my rider regained her balance. Together we ran to the safety of the water. Together we survived and together was the only way wither of us could recover from the once in a lifetime event.

Secrets Of The Past:
Delilah was born on a wet and rainy winter day, her earliest memories are of the rain drops, cold and new, forming little puddles on her muzzle. The little filly grew quickly, she became strong and playful like the others but she was different and she knew that. It wasn't her spots or her tail, it was the two big black patches that hung around her neck. She felt out of place as the other foals didn't have this, sure they all were different but this? This was too different in the eyes of the others, she wasn't normal according to the other foals and often chased her off when she wanted to play.

This discouraged the little filly, making her sad and lonely as she stood under the tree with her mother. Things only got worse as she was weaned off her mothers milk and put into a paddock with the other colts and fillies. Poor Delilah was at the bottom of the pecking order, the others picked on her because of this difference in her colouring. A year or so pasted and it was Autumn again, the now almost 2 year old was used to human and had became comfortable with the halter over her head but little did she know what was going to come.

As strange humans came and went through the following weeks she found that they payed special interest in her, who they called the "chimeric" mare. Whatever this meant she didn't know, all she knew is that she was special but did she want that to be a good thing? Delilah soon found herself as the center of attention on one faithful day, people watched on as a man in black suit looked over her, she was confused, what did her want with her? She wondered as he picked up her feet and chucked several normally scary objects at her, finally she heard him speak "She's perfect." the strange man said, his voice was deep but not intimidating, something felt comforting to the filly. She watched as the strange man scribbled something into a small book and handed it over, son enough she found herself in the back of a horse float.

Delilah didn't know how long she was in there for but it was a nice temperature in there and she had plenty of hay to keep her belly full. Over bridges and highways she went and was walked around at several petrol stations, people watching in awe of the rare coloured pony. After what must have been hours she arrived at a stable, her ears pricked as she was unloaded and walked into the fancy stable and put into a large box stall, the name 'Delilah' on a gold plate on the sliding door.

This was her forever home, after months of training Delilah became the man's daughters favourite horse. They formed an unbreakable bond and often went for peaceful rides over the many trails. The once different and pushed away filly soon became the beautiful star of the ring and she finally had her answer. Being special was a good thing.

Of Sugar Cubes and fairy lights:
Like every living thing, Delilah has likes and dislikes. These vary from subject to subject but all have the same meaning, whether it's the breath taking beauty of her hide-away or the dark and unsettling light of the grounds cemetery, here is a list of likes and dislikes.

Dislikes:
Watermelon
hate and discrimination
bikes
thunder
the dark but not generally the night
the stall

Likes:
Pomegranate
Love
Swimming
dogs
humans
the day time
freedom

Friends and Enemies:
Everyone has friends and everyone has enemies, no matter who you are you will have both somewhere along the line and just because you know someone really well doesn't mean that you like them one little bit.....
-Xavier and Delilah are friends, best friends to be precise. They are always at each others sides and can always depend on each other no matter what. Xavier was the first horse to greet Delilah and the first one to actually attempt to get along with her, they have been friends ever since.
-Amity and Delilah get along, they are friends but don't spend alot of time together as Amity hangs out with the higher ranking horses unlike Delilah who would rather hang out with the lower ranking Xavier. They always have a good time when they hang out with each other but always go their separate ways with no regrets.
-The head-strong leader and the more reserved mare don't really get along, Delilah and Brochan are very different as Brochan doesn't care about alot and Delilah is quiet and reserved. But who knows maybe someday they will get along and then maybe ranks won't be a thing.
-Best friends is an understatement for these two. They might as well be related due to how close they are, Delilah and Nahla alone make each other smile but add in the happy gelding, Xavier you have quite they friendship.

[kayynine]

possible reserve~
playing the trap card // spider
mare

[Tazaria]

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*trying so hard for first tuesday adopt*

[zomsith]

Username:
Name: guns 'n roses
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yesssss

[guilttripping]

But night is always darkest just before the new day
When you're facing the path that divides

Username: Wentz.
Show Name: Twilight When Your Time Has Come
Barn Name: Faythe
Gender: Mare
Height: 14.2hh
Headcollar: xxx
If you can't do it I will settle for a plain black one ^^
I can pay in points.
Theme Song: xxx

Personality
Faythe is a very strong willed horse. She is hot headed, powerful and quick witted. She is a natural leader and a character who is generally respected. Although she is hard to handle, Faythe is not a rude horse. This mare is very intelligent and you can just see it in her eyes. Coming from a rich stud farm, she was well brought up, pleasant to ride and trained well by top instructors. But first, if you want to ride this stunning mare, you'd have to earn her trust. Due to so many abusing her status and treating her like some house pet, she doesn't trust easily. Faythe is a mare to be taken seriously. You will never be the boss of this mare and you will never be able to be the boss of this mare. She simply won't allow it! You can only work with her - riding and handling -. Other than that, she's is a very friendly horse. She loves her herd members and even managed to win over the lead mare who stepped down for Faythe to take power of the herd. Even though the herd has split up, she still is in charge of every horse on my yard. Faythe makes friends very quickly with the others and it's very hard to hate her. Faythe is an excellent competition mount. She excels in every aspect as she is bold, flashy and a great partner. If you make a mistake she can correct it. The judges can't help but fall in love with her because of her mesmerising presence that simply screams that she is something special.


History

The night Faythe was born was a cool summers night in a well known stud farm in England, rumoured to have some of the best non-icelandic tolters. She was practically born with a silver spoon in her mouth and was treated like a princess from day one. Her mother was a flashy but sensible mare and didn't let Faythe grow into a bratty mare but brought her up well to respect her handlers. As time passed, Fayhte grew into a stunning mare. People came from around the world to watch her tolt and to see her beautiful coat. Shortly after she was broken, a handsome sum of money was offered for the young mare. A sum so large, the stud farm couldn't refuse. Although they didn't want to sell her, they knew the money would be better for the farm. Faythe's new owner was a rich American business man who had a daughter who had taken interest in horses merely a week before. The businessman's daughter was a spoiled 11 year old who demanded a pony from her father before she could even ride. The businessman felt compelled to buy his daughter the best pony money could buy. Two days prior to the offer of Faythe, one of the businessman's employees had caught wind of a stunning mare in the United Kingdom and told him and he was prepared to pay a lot of money for it. To him, money was no object. Faythe arrived in America three weeks later.
When the businessman's daughter first met the young mare, she was confused to why she had such a strange coat. The businessman was not happy. He didn't pay all that money for a pony looking like that! The girl demanded tack to be put on the four year old. Fancy, but ill fitting tack was badly put on her. The bit was too harsh, her noseband restricted her breaking, the throatlatch was too loose. The saddle rubbed and pinched and the girth wasn't even in the right place. Faythe braved through it. Then the girl - with no horse or riding knowledge - was put onto the pony's back and instantly started to flap her reins. The green mare didn't understand and was scared. She'd never been asked to do something like this and she was hundreds of miles away from home. Faythe reared up. She had had enough of this child kicking and screaming at her. Te child promptly hit the floor. Faythe stood still and pawed the ground, shocked at her own strength. The girl burst into tears and she was whisked away into a dark cramped stable with dirty water, no bedding or food. Her condition deteriorated. After a week of no contact, the businessman had finally managed to find a new owner for the mare and once again she was taken to a new home. Feeling a lot braver with herself, she now knew she could get results if needed. Her mother had always taught her to be patient with her riders. A slight sensation of unease writhed inside her.
As she was unloaded from the wagon, she was let out into a lush green field. Her new owner was a young woman with a kind face. Faythe thought that this was to be her forever home. She felt like she could trust her and finally she would be used properly. Over the next few months Faythe trusted the woman and she enjoyed her home but she was getting treated like a pet. She'd never be ridden, she'd be fussed over like a dog and eventually it got annoying. Soon Faythe after being in the woman's care for a year became bored. She went off her feed, her eyes looked dull and she didn't get excited over anything. The woman brought a vet out and the vet just told her that she'd been killing the mare with kindness and it was an idea to get her working again or sell her on. The woman felt bad but she was too scared to ride Faythe so she decided to find the five year old a new home. Before the mare and the woman parted ways, the woman plaited roses grown in her garden in her tail thus the tradition of Faythe wearing roses in her tail came to be.
Faythe's final home is now The Twilight Circus where she has new things to do everyday, other horses to interact with and gets ridden properly for the first time since being at the stud. All the other horses at TCEQ love Faythe and look up to her as a horse as she faced both scales of neglect from undernourishment to getting ruined in a field, she had really seen it all.

As the rose is a symbol of devotion, she connects to everyone of her herd mates but is yet to find her own mate.