by Galaxy Thoroughbred » Sat Oct 22, 2016 8:56 pm
Username: Galaxy Thoroughbred
Show Name: If You Really Think Something Made Of Plastic Could Kill You, You're Stupid
Barn Name: Chucky
Personality:
Chucky is overall a narcissist and highly violent stallion, with some unsolved anger issues and Colt trauma that sustains this hot head his temper. He is known to be impatient, only allowing you the bare minimum time to groom him, walk him around and then tack him. You have to do all this, excluding the walking, in his set time of 6 minutes, sometimes less. Otherwise he's been known to gallop off, Buck and kick and one time he went around and unlocked every large box stall lock. He is unsettling and most visitors either look away to the paddock next to his or stare in nuttier disgust at all his scars. He has been known to pick many fights with stallions, seducing a few of his scars onto his scarred body. However he is very kind to mares and foals and does have a sweet side to him, even if it is only to his foals and herd.
Story:
He started out a delightful and good natured foal, with a funny sense of spirit and optimistic attitude. That all changed when one day a fence was knocked down by the newest arrival and resident wild stallion. He raced like a bullet out of his stall, scattering visitors and stable hands, and wreaking havoc. That's when he came to Chucky's pasture where upon seeing the pasture full of mares and the one stallion they had been assigned to sire foals from his instincts kicked in. He leapt like a scurried rabbit and flung himself towards the herd and the rocky center that was the stallion. They tore at each other but because the wild stallion had more experience he won. With that he had knocked the fence in the pasture and was escorting the mares out. Chucky was jostled to the back and then in the stallions aggressive call to hurry up was scraped against the wood. Thus created his biggest scar. As he grew he was soon kicked out as natural and left to fend for himself. Heck he was lucky, after all, he hadn't been killed like the most arrogant co,ts had been. His friends had all been struck down, himself crying into his mother's fur as they were slaughtered. Many mares lost their foals. His mother, as lead mare, kicked him out to save him. He ran into a young cougar to pay with more skin and flesh. He grew and eventually was caught again and once DNA tested to be proved was imported here.
I've been on like a 6-7 month hiatus..... soooo to all that know me sorry. And Boop! I'm revamping??? Everything??? Idk what you would call it. I've found myself I think, through fan fiction, high school drama and a whole lot of maturing. Have a new room, new sense of humour, yeah. Ready to start helping the world. I think??? Still questioning my messed up life where I'm pretty sure my old cat is my spirit animal, I have a tea addiction (weak and sweet mind you!) and possibly building a author/ artist career??? There's a lot of question marks but that's life.
Always expect more questions than answers and you might just find yourself. xoxo
