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Nᴀᴍᴇ: My name is 'King of a broken Land' however i'm mostly called King.
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: I'm a Stallion, i don't need any reassurance on that part
Aɢᴇ: I In the prime of my life at seven years old.
Hᴇʀᴅ: No herd, i prefer to keep to myself, rather than traveling with a bunch of other stupid stallions.
Rᴀɴᴋ: Bachelor, For now. in the near future band stallion.
Mares?: Right now i am traveling alone, i havn't come across any mares as of now.


Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Thinking of my personality a lot of conflicting words come up. Like Cruel...yet loving? or Rude...yet Friendly. It all really depends on my mood and the people around me. I have been told i have multiple personalities, whether that would be good or bad. When you think of it like this i can be really confusing.
Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ: I was born into a very small herd of two mares and two foals, one being me. And my father. My father was upset that his mares had both produced colts. His cruelty to the mares wore off with time but me and my half brother still had to deal with him when ever he got angry. We were nearly old enough to leave when my brother started to go Crazy. It was like something had possessed him. After a week or two of him acting crazy we lefts the herd, each of us taking a different path into the new world. I was faring pretty well when i saw him again. He had a crazed look in his eyes and i couldn't get him to stop following me. So i stood still and he challenged me. He was Kin, i didn't want to hurt him but i didn't want to get hurt so i defended myself. I attacked him back and won, he had left a nasty scar on my rump however. I had managed to shatter the bone is his hind left leg. Rendering him unable to walk. I turned and walked away with my brother laying there to starve. I Gave myself the name "King of a broken world" because. Well that was how i felt. This broken world had brought my father only sons causing him to treat us wrongly, This broken world made my brother crazy, This broken world had enabled me to leave my brother suffering in pain while he starved. I am indeed the King of this Broken world.


Oᴛʜᴇʀ: A third Charrie

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