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End date: Nov 5 2021
Competition: This is a developed character comp. Pretty forms, possible art and writing for them is ideal. I want to know what they are like with their 'twin'. How they grew up? Likes? Dislikes?

Phenotype: Black Piebald
Eye Color: Red
Notes: N/A


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[center]Owner:
VampireMessageNinja

Show Name:
The Grim Reaper

Barn Name:
Amrit

Gender:
Stallion

Egyptian or Medieval tack:
Entirely your choice! Surprise me!
Tack color:
Entirely your choice, give it your all :3

Prompt:

Name meaning:

"immortal" from Sanskrit अ (a) meaning "not" and मृत (mrta) meaning "dead". In Hindu texts it refers to a drink that gives immortality.

Personality:

Amrit is a horse truly forged by his background. He used to have trouble opening up to others, but he outgrew these issues. He still has broody tendencies sometimes though. The stallion is a loyal friend, very trusting and always honest to everyone around him. He's a bit phlegmatic, but can be very determined if something is important to him. He is sensible to others' feelings and likes to talk to them about their issues. He just wants to help everyone, because that in return makes him happy. Beside that, he loves interacting with foals and walking through the forest, alone and peacefully, and he is afraid of heights because he fell off a cliff once.
Amrit is a bit of a small social worker, preferring to be a side note but becoming incredibly popular due to his personality.


(Background)-Story:

Only a moment you stayed, but what an imprint your footprints have left in our hearts.

Amrit remembers it well. The moment it was declared that his mother had given birth to her, his very first and only baby sister. He had loved her dearly, even before her small nose found his for the first time. Sometimes he wondered if that feeling is similar to loving your own foal. It was a thrilling prospect at the time.
Until she died unexpectedly, her young heart too weak to keep up with supporting her.
Amrit never saw her dead body, but he was in denial for a long long time, believing that he had been lied to and that she was very much still alive somewhere out there. Perhaps she was and he would meet her again, one day. A very shallow hope, but truly, the only thing that kept him going for a while.
Whenever he saw other foals, he had to think of her. Sometimes one of them looked similar to her until they turned around or he got closer to them, and it always gave him a heartache.

The goal of all life is death.

Amrit had a phase of depression. So badly that he questioned his own reason for existence. Why could it not have been him that had died instead? Wasn't it pointless for him to live now that his only real joy had been taken from him? The colt had always been distant from others, even the rest of his family. His sister was the one and only gem, his one and only friend and confidant. Without her the world felt empty and Amrit didn't feel like there could ever be anyone to replace her. And life without her was only an existence, nothing more. He lived just to survive even though he felt like curling up in a corner and never getting up again.
No one ever noticed his depression. Whether that was because depression is invisible, or because they just didn't care about the weird colt, didn't matter in the end. He was on his own, alone in dealing with his feelings.

Grief is the price we pay for love.

Amrit suffered for a long time, all the way into adulthood. Sometimes it almost felt like he was back to normal, as if he had learned to cope with it. He had even made a tentative friend in a bubbly horse that had won him over by just staying with him and talking to him endlessly, when everyone else ignored the weird broody guy. It took away some of the loneliness, pulled him out of the dark thoughts and into reality. His baby sister was gone. She had loved him as much as he had loved her, there was no doubt about it. Everyone dies eventually, it's inevitable. Thinking back on it, they had spent as much time as possible together, had had their fun, their moments of joy. Her life had been filled to the brim with happy memories. Some others never would be able to claim the same. Amrit's grief was just a sign of how dearly he had loved his sister, wasn't it? Without grief, it would be as if she had never mattered to him. But at the same time, she wouldn't have wanted him to waste his life running after the shadow of the past. Perhaps he had been griefing enough. He still had a life and he intended to live it. She would have wanted him to.

I want to be all used up when I die.

Amrit gave it his all. Months stretched into years and before he knew it, he had truly made his life his own. He had made friends. Enemies too, yes, but friends. People who he felt comfortable talking to about what was going on in his mind, who truly helped him come to terms with her death and his corresponding thoughts. It would never get easy, but life in itself wasn't either. The stallion tried to make the best out of his life, to fulfill his dreams and to make his sister proud of him. His life still had the potential to be filled with more happy memories and accomplishments. He would go on to become a passionate rescue horse, saving countless people's lives. Amrit liked to think that some of these people might also come to save someone else's life in return one day. All his strength and dedication was put into his tasks, he found joy in helping others that were sometimes stuck in a similar wheel of thoughts that he had once been in himself. Throughout his life, he never regretted that he had decided to do this important work. Looking back on it, he would do it again.

More time passed and Amrit got what he had always wanted - a family of his own. The moment he saw his firstborn girl, saw the intelligent and mischievous spark in her eyes, he saw his sister in her and felt the familiar feeling of pure unconditional love. That settled her second name and while he would never openly pick favorites, there was no doubt that she would go on to become his favorite.
More foals would follow and he and his loving partner (funnily enough the bubbly horse that had chewed his ear off back in the day) had their hooves full trying to rein in the little rascals.
Amrit felt young again as he mock-raced his children, as he showed them all the fun stuff he and his sister used to do back in the day.
Only when their foals went to have lives of their own did Amrit had time to think back on his life again.
And that's when a thought came to him...

We all die. The goal isn’t to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.

Amrit realized that, while he had reached his life goals, his baby sister had never been able to fulfill her dream of having a place of her own. She had always loved trees and they had spent ages walking through the forest, discussing what would be the nicest area to set camp. They had been close to finding it. And as the stallion, now growing old, walked through the forest, reminiscing of his childhood and his sister, he came across a pretty sunlit clearing, filled with flowers and butterflies. She had loved flowers and butterflies. In the middle of the clearing stood a small tree, still young and vibrant, like his sister had once been. Determination gripped the stallion's heart as he walked up to it and carved a symbol into the tree. The symbol that his sister always said she would use to mark her base.
Amrit would visit it often, talking to the tree as he would to his sister, telling her all about what he and his family had been up to. He had also found friends in some of the forest animals and shared their story with them.
One day he wouldn't return.
The tree would survive the both of them, growing bigger and bigger as the days went, becoming the oldest and biggest tree in the forest. The symbol would never leave the tree and the animals of the forest spread the story about the stallion and his baby sister, about how lucky they had been to have each other. Their memories lived on.

Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.

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[VampireMessageNinja]

Owner:
VampireMessageNinja

Show Name:
The Grim Reaper

Barn Name:
Amrit

Gender:
Stallion

Egyptian or Medieval tack:
Entirely your choice! Surprise me!
Tack color:
Entirely your choice, give it your all :3

Prompt:

Name meaning:

"immortal" from Sanskrit अ (a) meaning "not" and मृत (mrta) meaning "dead". In Hindu texts it refers to a drink that gives immortality.

Personality:

Amrit is a horse truly forged by his background. He used to have trouble opening up to others, but he outgrew these issues. He still has broody tendencies sometimes though. The stallion is a loyal friend, very trusting and always honest to everyone around him. He's a bit phlegmatic, but can be very determined if something is important to him. He is sensible to others' feelings and likes to talk to them about their issues. He just wants to help everyone, because that in return makes him happy. Beside that, he loves interacting with foals and walking through the forest, alone and peacefully, and he is afraid of heights because he fell off a cliff once.
Amrit is a bit of a small social worker, preferring to be a side note but becoming incredibly popular due to his personality.


(Background)-Story:

Only a moment you stayed, but what an imprint your footprints have left in our hearts.

Amrit remembers it well. The moment it was declared that his mother had given birth to her, his very first and only baby sister. He had loved her dearly, even before her small nose found his for the first time. Sometimes he wondered if that feeling is similar to loving your own foal. It was a thrilling prospect at the time.
Until she died unexpectedly, her young heart too weak to keep up with supporting her.
Amrit never saw her dead body, but he was in denial for a long long time, believing that he had been lied to and that she was very much still alive somewhere out there. Perhaps she was and he would meet her again, one day. A very shallow hope, but truly, the only thing that kept him going for a while.
Whenever he saw other foals, he had to think of her. Sometimes one of them looked similar to her until they turned around or he got closer to them, and it always gave him a heartache.

The goal of all life is death.

Amrit had a phase of depression. So badly that he questioned his own reason for existence. Why could it not have been him that had died instead? Wasn't it pointless for him to live now that his only real joy had been taken from him? The colt had always been distant from others, even the rest of his family. His sister was the one and only gem, his one and only friend and confidant. Without her the world felt empty and Amrit didn't feel like there could ever be anyone to replace her. And life without her was only an existence, nothing more. He lived just to survive even though he felt like curling up in a corner and never getting up again.
No one ever noticed his depression. Whether that was because depression is invisible, or because they just didn't care about the weird colt, didn't matter in the end. He was on his own, alone in dealing with his feelings.

Grief is the price we pay for love.

Amrit suffered for a long time, all the way into adulthood. Sometimes it almost felt like he was back to normal, as if he had learned to cope with it. He had even made a tentative friend in a bubbly horse that had won him over by just staying with him and talking to him endlessly, when everyone else ignored the weird broody guy. It took away some of the loneliness, pulled him out of the dark thoughts and into reality. His baby sister was gone. She had loved him as much as he had loved her, there was no doubt about it. Everyone dies eventually, it's inevitable. Thinking back on it, they had spent as much time as possible together, had had their fun, their moments of joy. Her life had been filled to the brim with happy memories. Some others never would be able to claim the same. Amrit's grief was just a sign of how dearly he had loved his sister, wasn't it? Without grief, it would be as if she had never mattered to him. But at the same time, she wouldn't have wanted him to waste his life running after the shadow of the past. Perhaps he had been griefing enough. He still had a life and he intended to live it. She would have wanted him to.

I want to be all used up when I die.

Amrit gave it his all. Months stretched into years and before he knew it, he had truly made his life his own. He had made friends. Enemies too, yes, but friends. People who he felt comfortable talking to about what was going on in his mind, who truly helped him come to terms with her death and his corresponding thoughts. It would never get easy, but life in itself wasn't either. The stallion tried to make the best out of his life, to fulfill his dreams and to make his sister proud of him. His life still had the potential to be filled with more happy memories and accomplishments. He would go on to become a passionate rescue horse, saving countless people's lives. Amrit liked to think that some of these people might also come to save someone else's life in return one day. All his strength and dedication was put into his tasks, he found joy in helping others that were sometimes stuck in a similar wheel of thoughts that he had once been in himself. Throughout his life, he never regretted that he had decided to do this important work. Looking back on it, he would do it again.

More time passed and Amrit got what he had always wanted - a family of his own. The moment he saw his firstborn girl, saw the intelligent and mischievous spark in her eyes, he saw his sister in her and felt the familiar feeling of pure unconditional love. That settled her second name and while he would never openly pick favorites, there was no doubt that she would go on to become his favorite.
More foals would follow and he and his loving partner (funnily enough the bubbly horse that had chewed his ear off back in the day) had their hooves full trying to rein in the little rascals.
Amrit felt young again as he mock-raced his children, as he showed them all the fun stuff he and his sister used to do back in the day.
Only when their foals went to have lives of their own did Amrit had time to think back on his life again.
And that's when a thought came to him...

We all die. The goal isn’t to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.

Amrit realized that, while he had reached his life goals, his baby sister had never been able to fulfill her dream of having a place of her own. She had always loved trees and they had spent ages walking through the forest, discussing what would be the nicest area to set camp. They had been close to finding it. And as the stallion, now growing old, walked through the forest, reminiscing of his childhood and his sister, he came across a pretty sunlit clearing, filled with flowers and butterflies. She had loved flowers and butterflies. In the middle of the clearing stood a small tree, still young and vibrant, like his sister had once been. Determination gripped the stallion's heart as he walked up to it and carved a symbol into the tree. The symbol that his sister always said she would use to mark her base.
Amrit would visit it often, talking to the tree as he would to his sister, telling her all about what he and his family had been up to. He had also found friends in some of the forest animals and shared their story with them.
One day he wouldn't return.
The tree would survive the both of them, growing bigger and bigger as the days went, becoming the oldest and biggest tree in the forest. The symbol would never leave the tree and the animals of the forest spread the story about the stallion and his baby sister, about how lucky they had been to have each other. Their memories lived on.

Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.

[SpotSong]

Owner:
VampireMessageNinja

Show Name:
The Grim Reaper

Barn Name:
Amrit

Gender:
Stallion

Egyptian or Medieval tack:
Entirely your choice! Surprise me!
Tack color:
Entirely your choice, give it your all :3

Prompt:

Name meaning:

"immortal" from Sanskrit अ (a) meaning "not" and मृत (mrta) meaning "dead". In Hindu texts it refers to a drink that gives immortality.

Personality:

Amrit is a horse truly forged by his background. He used to have trouble opening up to others, but he outgrew these issues. He still has broody tendencies sometimes though. The stallion is a loyal friend, very trusting and always honest to everyone around him. He's a bit phlegmatic, but can be very determined if something is important to him. He is sensible to others' feelings and likes to talk to them about their issues. He just wants to help everyone, because that in return makes him happy. Beside that, he loves interacting with foals and walking through the forest, alone and peacefully, and he is afraid of heights because he fell off a cliff once.
Amrit is a bit of a small social worker, preferring to be a side note but becoming incredibly popular due to his personality.


(Background)-Story:

Only a moment you stayed, but what an imprint your footprints have left in our hearts.

Amrit remembers it well. The moment it was declared that his mother had given birth to her, his very first and only baby sister. He had loved her dearly, even before her small nose found his for the first time. Sometimes he wondered if that feeling is similar to loving your own foal. It was a thrilling prospect at the time.
Until she died unexpectedly, her young heart too weak to keep up with supporting her.
Amrit never saw her dead body, but he was in denial for a long long time, believing that he had been lied to and that she was very much still alive somewhere out there. Perhaps she was and he would meet her again, one day. A very shallow hope, but truly, the only thing that kept him going for a while.
Whenever he saw other foals, he had to think of her. Sometimes one of them looked similar to her until they turned around or he got closer to them, and it always gave him a heartache.

The goal of all life is death.

Amrit had a phase of depression. So badly that he questioned his own reason for existence. Why could it not have been him that had died instead? Wasn't it pointless for him to live now that his only real joy had been taken from him? The colt had always been distant from others, even the rest of his family. His sister was the one and only gem, his one and only friend and confidant. Without her the world felt empty and Amrit didn't feel like there could ever be anyone to replace her. And life without her was only an existence, nothing more. He lived just to survive even though he felt like curling up in a corner and never getting up again.
No one ever noticed his depression. Whether that was because depression is invisible, or because they just didn't care about the weird colt, didn't matter in the end. He was on his own, alone in dealing with his feelings.

Grief is the price we pay for love.

Amrit suffered for a long time, all the way into adulthood. Sometimes it almost felt like he was back to normal, as if he had learned to cope with it. He had even made a tentative friend in a bubbly horse that had won him over by just staying with him and talking to him endlessly, when everyone else ignored the weird broody guy. It took away some of the loneliness, pulled him out of the dark thoughts and into reality. His baby sister was gone. She had loved him as much as he had loved her, there was no doubt about it. Everyone dies eventually, it's inevitable. Thinking back on it, they had spent as much time as possible together, had had their fun, their moments of joy. Her life had been filled to the brim with happy memories. Some others never would be able to claim the same. Amrit's grief was just a sign of how dearly he had loved his sister, wasn't it? Without grief, it would be as if she had never mattered to him. But at the same time, she wouldn't have wanted him to waste his life running after the shadow of the past. Perhaps he had been griefing enough. He still had a life and he intended to live it. She would have wanted him to.

I want to be all used up when I die.

Amrit gave it his all. Months stretched into years and before he knew it, he had truly made his life his own. He had made friends. Enemies too, yes, but friends. People who he felt comfortable talking to about what was going on in his mind, who truly helped him come to terms with her death and his corresponding thoughts. It would never get easy, but life in itself wasn't either. The stallion tried to make the best out of his life, to fulfill his dreams and to make his sister proud of him. His life still had the potential to be filled with more happy memories and accomplishments. He would go on to become a passionate rescue horse, saving countless people's lives. Amrit liked to think that some of these people might also come to save someone else's life in return one day. All his strength and dedication was put into his tasks, he found joy in helping others that were sometimes stuck in a similar wheel of thoughts that he had once been in himself. Throughout his life, he never regretted that he had decided to do this important work. Looking back on it, he would do it again.

More time passed and Amrit got what he had always wanted - a family of his own. The moment he saw his firstborn girl, saw the intelligent and mischievous spark in her eyes, he saw his sister in her and felt the familiar feeling of pure unconditional love. That settled her second name and while he would never openly pick favorites, there was no doubt that she would go on to become his favorite.
More foals would follow and he and his loving partner (funnily enough the bubbly horse that had chewed his ear off back in the day) had their hooves full trying to rein in the little rascals.
Amrit felt young again as he mock-raced his children, as he showed them all the fun stuff he and his sister used to do back in the day.
Only when their foals went to have lives of their own did Amrit had time to think back on his life again.
And that's when a thought came to him...

We all die. The goal isn’t to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.

Amrit realized that, while he had reached his life goals, his baby sister had never been able to fulfill her dream of having a place of her own. She had always loved trees and they had spent ages walking through the forest, discussing what would be the nicest area to set camp. They had been close to finding it. And as the stallion, now growing old, walked through the forest, reminiscing of his childhood and his sister, he came across a pretty sunlit clearing, filled with flowers and butterflies. She had loved flowers and butterflies. In the middle of the clearing stood a small tree, still young and vibrant, like his sister had once been. Determination gripped the stallion's heart as he walked up to it and carved a symbol into the tree. The symbol that his sister always said she would use to mark her base.
Amrit would visit it often, talking to the tree as he would to his sister, telling her all about what he and his family had been up to. He had also found friends in some of the forest animals and shared their story with them.
One day he wouldn't return.
The tree would survive the both of them, growing bigger and bigger as the days went, becoming the oldest and biggest tree in the forest. The symbol would never leave the tree and the animals of the forest spread the story about the stallion and his baby sister, about how lucky they had been to have each other. Their memories lived on.

Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.

Congratulations. You may have been the only entry but my word you're amazing with he details of his life and developing him! Truly, congratulations and take care of this handsome fellow <3