The Wild Ones V2 | Wild Horse RP | Not Accepting

[grapejuice]

Name: Gladiator { Gator }
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Clydesdale
Age: Eleven
Height: 18.2 HH
Herd: Jokull's Second in command
History: There's not much to be told about Gladiator. He was bred on a farm, and was meant to be trained as a work horse. When he was sold at the age of two and was being driven to his new home, the driver crashed into a tree at night. The large horse, frightened, slammed against the trailer door until it finally broke against his force, and he became free. Since then, he's been in the wild, romaing with other bachelors in search of mares.
Personality: Despite what his large appearance may tell you, Gator is a fairly kind horse. Sure he can be rude and enjoys using his large build and being able to push others around, otherwise he's typically calm and nice.
Foals: None
Siblings: Viking

Name: Phantom of the Opera { Phantom }
Gender: Mare
Breed: Andalusian
Age: Eight
Height: 16 HH
Herd: Pandemic's
History: She grew up in a small herd, with an elderly father, and a few mares (one being her mother). There were no fillies or colts for her to befriend, so she was the only foal in the herd, and was very lonesome. The adult horses wouldn't play or anything, and overtime, she grew used to the silence and having no companionship. She kept to herself, until she was a year old. A brutal blood bay stallion snaked away all of the mares her father had, leaving her alone with the elderly stallion. Without his mares, the stallion felt no purpose for life, and left. Phantom was on her own, only a year old. Of course a wandering herd found her and took her in until she was old enough to be on her own, but ever since, the mare has held a deep hatred for others
Personality: The Phantom is a quiet mare. Not because she's scared of anyone, or because she's shy, she's just quiet, like a ghost would be. When approached, though, she can and will become hostile. Just because she prefers to be quiet, doesn't mean she doesn't have a spirit. And that spirit is a fiery, feisty one. She's stubborn, clever, rude, but charming, all at the same time. It's an odd combination, but she's one tough mare, that's for sure.
Foals: A Proud Spirit
Siblings: None

Name: Dante's Inferno { Dante }
Gender: " I'm a mare, idiots! "
Breed: Mustang
Age: Seven
Height: 15.1 HH
Herd: Anloric's
History: Dante knows nothing but the wild. She grew up in a rather large herd of mustangs, and everyday of her life up until she was two, was a struggle. Once she was two she could take care of herself pretty well, and only required the protection of her herd for another year. By the time she was three, she was out and on her own.
Personality: Dante is a little snippy, in the sense she's easily irritated. She hates when others judge her name for a male's, and that's the best way to get on her bad side. She's stubborn, a little rude, but once you're on her good side it's all fun and games.
Foals: None
Siblings: None

Name: Live Fast, Die Beautiful {Apocalypse}
Gender: Mare
Breed: Morgan x Arabian
Age: Nine
Height: 15.3 HH
Herd: Tidal's
History: Apocalypse was a troublemaker from the start of her life. In her family, she was probably the smallest of the foals. And the darkest. None of the horses in her herd were such a rich ebony black like her. And none were certainly as aggressive.
Personality: She's a very aggressive and dominant mare. She doesn't like messing around and likes to get down to business. Apocalypse is very headstrong and stubborn, so swaying her is pretty difficult. While she is a difficult mare, she's also very smart and cunning, something some seem to lack. Around stallions, she's quite a temptress. Charming, flirtatious, but she's not here to play games. Don't ever make that assumption.
Foals: here
Siblings: here

Name: Some Kind of Witchcraft {Voodoo}
Gender: Mare
Breed: Morgan
Age: Seven
Height: 15.2 HH
Herd: Pride's
History: There's not much to be said about Voodoo. She was a lovely colored horse born and raised on a farm that specialized in Morgans. Seeing as she was such a fine example of the breed, she was to be used as a brood mare. Before her owners even got the chance to use her, though, the mare and several other horses on the property escaped when a pasture gate was carelessly left unlocked.
Personality: Voodoo is a clever young mare. She's got quick wits, and plenty of charm. While being both smart and charming can be a plus to this young beauty, she's also easily irritated. So be aware not to make her mad.
Foals: None
Siblings: None

Name: A Proud Spirit {Ghost}
Gender: Colt
Breed: Andalsuain X Mustang
Future Height: 15.2 HH
Sire: Pride
Dam: Phantom of the Opera
Siblings: Kiki, Sorrow, Cobra, Astria, Atlas...
Herd: None
As a yearling
As an adult

Name: Viking
Nickname: King
Age: Twelve
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Clydesdale
Personality: Well, there's one bad seed in every bunch. While Gator is kind, his older brother Viking here... not so much. He has cruel intentions, and nothing more. While he can fake kindness and charm better than anyone would expect, a dark hatred boils within him, waiting to come through when the time is right.
History: This is the second wild Clydesdale we've seen here. Odd. First Gladiator, who'd escaped at the young age of two, and now this handsome fella. Well this is Gator's older brother, Viking. He escaped the year after his brother did. While he is the older one, he's been keeping under the radar, stalking his younger brother. Now that his brother's gained a herd, and he's seen all he's need to, it's about time big bro comes out to play. Perhaps we won't see much more of Gator after this...
Height: 18.3 HH
Sire: Unknown stud
Dam: Unknown broodmare
Foals: None
Other: This is Gladiator's older brother c;
Herd: Crimson Rose, Doe, Amethyst, Half Moon


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Name: Tsunami
Nickname: Nami
Age: Five
Gender: Mare
Breed: Pintabian x Mustang
Personality: Unlike her parents before her, Nami is a very kind and gentle soul. She's patient, optimistic, and understanding, as well as intelligent. From the beginning she's been quick-witted and clever, and growing up only made her more so. There are times when she can get a little hot headed and stubborn, and sometimes she can get bossy. For instance, if you thought going in one direction was a good idea, and she thought the opposite was best, then she would start on the "I'm always right" sort of thing (even if she's wrong) until you agree with her. And if she's ever mad or upset about something, she'll most likely pretend she doesn't care, and go about her life like everything's okay. Because you get the good and the bad in life, so why dwell on the bad when there's more good to come?
History: Oh boy, this one's going to be a doozy. Years ago there had been a mare by the name of Tropical Riot, who roamed lands far from these, wanting to do nothing more than make a scene wherever she went. And one day this spitfire of a mare had just chased off another horse, just for the fun of it, when a stallion by the name of Reaper came along. This stallion claimed her on the spot, and mated with her. The mare loathed the stallion with every fiber in her being, and remained distant from him as well as the rest of the herd. Eleven months later, little Tsunami is born. Now keep in mind, Riot never wanted this foal, and didn't plan on keeping it. However, little Nami, as sweet as can be, stuck close to her pushy mom, and went with her back to the herd. By the time they had arrived, a new stallion was in power. He'd killed Reaper, and with that, the reign of terror was over. At least for the other mares and stallions. Riot had been scarred for life by that stallion, and saw him in her daughter. She couldn't bear to look at or even be near the filly, and hated every moment of raising her. Over time Riot grew very thin. She ate barely enough to sustain some energy and feed her foal. The once fiery mare was a shell of her former self. And she, within time, lost her mind. The mare would yell at thin air, bite at absolutely nothing, and rant on and on about her hatred for that stallion Reaper, who'd ruined her life. One day she took off, and met up with a young stallion by the name of Death. Death befriended the crazy mare, and did what he could to help her. But not long after, she passed away. Now Nami was a yearling, and without a mother. She was sad, but she knew her mom would be better off. Probably happier, too. And that kind stallion Death? He took care of Nami until she was old enough to be on her own. She left with a colt from her herd by the name of Raid. They'd been friends for the longest time, and were virtually a perfect match. Then why is she alone again, you ask? Well, during the last winter, a harsh snowstorm blew through their lands, and they'd lost one another in it. Nami retreated to safety, and waited for him to return. But he never did. So now, she wanders these lands with a heavy heart, but a hopeful mind. Maybe here she'll find someone new. And her life can improve and continue on.
Height: 15.3 HH
Sire: Reaper's Samurai {Deceased}
Dam: Tropical Riot {Deceased}
Foals: None
Other: With Death


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Name: Lune de Miel {translates to Honeymoon in French}
Nickname: Honey
Age: Eleven
Gender: Mare
Breed: Arabian
Personality: Honey is a kind, gentle mare, but can be very stubborn. As loving and sweet as the mare is, she's competitive and loves to race. This sweet as honey mare speaks her mind with ease, and feels no regret. She is a strong, brave, and slightly bossy mare. She thinks of herself as independent, though she's far from it. The mare can take care of herself well enough, but is going to need the help of a herd to get through life.
History: Honey grew up in a fairly large herd, consisting of her father, mother, several siblings, and some other mares. She was happy in her home, her older brother being her best friend. They'd play fight nonstop, and bicker about every little thing. Despite that, they were the best of friends. Because of him, though, she grew up strong, brave, and slightly bossy. Once she left the herd at age three, she knew she was ready to take on whatever nature threw her. Or, at least she thought she could. The golden mare ended up meeting a young stallion by the name of Death. This young stallion absolutely swept her off of her hooves, what with his lively antics and caring nature. She loved being with the stallion, and was happy within his herd. But after some time she got bored, and lonely. He saw this, and began gathering more mares. He collected a mare by the name of Dancer, who became a dear friend to Honey, and then a mare named Macabre. Macabre was awful. The mare was nothing but a brute who only wanted power. Honey despised the mare, but put up with her for Death's sake. And then it happened. Death's brother came and took the herd. He came close to killing Death, but let him be once the mare Macabre betrayed the herd, and rounded up Honey and Dancer for Fiasco. At the time, Honey was pregnant with the black stallion's foal, and eventually gave birth to a beautiful liver chestnut filly. Sadly, the filly was too weak to survive, and she passed on. She ended up staying with Fiasco for about four and a half years, and over time, got used to him. No, she didn't care about him, but she put up with him, even let him cover her eight months ago. Then how come she's here, you ask? Well, the stallion became lame when he was chasing off bachelors, and the herd dispersed. Now Honey's on her own, pregnant with her former love's foal. What will happen to her here?
Height: 15.2 HH
Sire: Le feu ~ deceased
Dam: étoile brillante ~ deceased
Foals: Once had Death's, but the young filly was too weak to survive. Now she's pregnant with his brother's {Fiasco} foal.
Other: We're bringing back old plotlines c;

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Name: Vegas Lights
Nickname: Vega
Age: Twelve
Gender: Mare
Breed: Thoroughbred x Paint
Personality: Like any Thoroughbred, she's rather headstrong and stubborn. Vega is an intelligent mare, very clever and manipulative when she needs to be. She's typically a fairly nice mare, but won't hesitate to get snappy if someone is acting out of line.
History: Vega is the result of a wild paint stallion stealing an owned Thoroughbred mare. So her mother wasn't really used to the wild, but her father was. Her father had a decent sized herd, half of it made up from stolen barn mares. Vega was born wild, and regardless of the owned racing lines from her mothers side, grew up this way.
Height: 16.2 HH
Sire: Russian Roulette
Dam: Queen of Hearts
Foals: None
Other: Titan's herd

P R E P A R E F O R T R O U B L E A N D M A K E I T D O U B L E

D O U B L E T R O U B L E

Name: Certifiably Insane
Nickname: Insanity
Age: Thirteen
Gender: Mare
Breed: Pintabian
Personality: Well I don't know what you'd expect from a horse with the name 'Insanity', but it sure as heck probably isn't nice or sweet or loving. No. This little doozy packs one heck of a punch. She's an intelligent cunning mare, with quick wits and a bite just as bad as her bark. She's snappy, rude, and very pushy when things don't go her way. This mare loves to argue and fight, even over little things. Since she's a lean build, she practically dances around her opponents while spitting out clever remark after clever remark, taunting and challenging them. Really, she just loves to get under your skin. But if you don't let her do that and can prove you're equally strong, if not more, then she will respect you. Especially stallions. Those who can take her taunting and protests are deemed worthy of her presence. Well, in her eyes.
History: Well as we all know, twins are very rare, amongst owned horses and especially amongst wild ones. It all started off with an experiment, you see. A scientist wanted to bring these twin occurrences into the wild, in hopes to populate herds faster. You see, many foals do not survive their first year or so of life, so the scientist double the foals, perhaps double the chances of at least one of them surviving. So the aforementioned scientist found breeder who specialized in Pintabian breeding, a rare but beautiful breed that is and was relatively new to the world. This breeder had an Arabian mare with a long line of twin occurrences in her heritage, and the scientist wanted to release her amongst a herd of wild Paints, perhaps increasing the chances of making the Pintabian breed more popular, as well as increasing the chances of twins occurring in the wild. To both men, the whole idea sounded fantastic. And if they were able to increase the twin occurrences, oh, how famous they would be! So with some local funding, they released the mare, and were able to observe her and her new Paint herd. Within a year, she'd become pregnant, and as they'd hoped, given birth to a lovely set of twins. Oh, the scientist and breeder were thrilled! They'd done it! They'd successfully brought twins into the wild, and moreover, they were of the little known breed, the Pintabian. Sadly, what they did not expect was how targeted the mare would be with two foals to look after. It was after five months with them, the mare had lost her life trying to defend them from a mountain lion. The foals were without a mother, but continued their lives amongst the herd. Since they'd been weaned, life was a bit easier. The whole herd constantly kept an eye on them, not wanting another incident. And now, here they are today.
Height: 16 HH
Sire: Unknown
Dam: Siren's Song
Foals: None
Other: Hound's herd

P A R T N E R S I N C R I M E

Name: Moonlight Madness
Nickname: Lunatic
Age: Thirteen
Gender: Mare
Breed: Pintabian
Personality: She's a lot like her twin sister, to keep thing short. Cunning, snappy, loves to argue, etc. The only difference is she's probably the nicer of the two. Yes, even being related to that little she-devil and having "Lunatic" for a name, she's the nice one. Aside from loving to fight and being rude, she warms up to others rather quickly and can be rather gentle and sweet. No, not so much touchy and cuddly, but to the extent she will be the rock for her stallion whenever he needs her, and a trustworthy friend to mares who perhaps may need someone to gabber with.
History: Well as we all know, twins are very rare, amongst owned horses and especially amongst wild ones. It all started off with an experiment, you see. A scientist wanted to bring these twin occurrences into the wild, in hopes to populate herds faster. You see, many foals do not survive their first year or so of life, so the scientist double the foals, perhaps double the chances of at least one of them surviving. So the aforementioned scientist found breeder who specialized in Pintabian breeding, a rare but beautiful breed that is and was relatively new to the world. This breeder had an Arabian mare with a long line of twin occurrences in her heritage, and the scientist wanted to release her amongst a herd of wild Paints, perhaps increasing the chances of making the Pintabian breed more popular, as well as increasing the chances of twins occurring in the wild. To both men, the whole idea sounded fantastic. And if they were able to increase the twin occurrences, oh, how famous they would be! So with some local funding, they released the mare, and were able to observe her and her new Paint herd. Within a year, she'd become pregnant, and as they'd hoped, given birth to a lovely set of twins. Oh, the scientist and breeder were thrilled! They'd done it! They'd successfully brought twins into the wild, and moreover, they were of the little known breed, the Pintabian. Sadly, what they did not expect was how targeted the mare would be with two foals to look after. It was after five months with them, the mare had lost her life trying to defend them from a mountain lion. The foals were without a mother, but continued their lives amongst the herd. Since they'd been weaned, life was a bit easier. The whole herd constantly kept an eye on them, not wanting another incident. And now, here they are today.
Height: 15.3 HH
Sire: Unknown
Dam: Siren's Song
Foals: None
Other:

[Blumenkranz]

They had been walking for awhile, and Lucina thought that they should stop. The bay and white mare slowed to a halt and snorted, looking to the others. Dusty shook his head and trotted to Sand, nipping at his father.

(All right, I haven't watched a lot of South Park though haha)

[grapejuice]

{{ Aha like I said, it's loosely based on it. The show is too inappropriate to accurately roleplay it based off of the show, so I'm just looking for those who know the characters and want to play it(: If you know anyone who likes this sort of stuff please let them know ^^ Anywho, what's Pride's herd up to? }}

[Blumenkranz]

(All right c: Well right now, not much is going on in Pride's herd. Pride is currently grooming Page and I think the others are just grazing)

[toothless,]

(Madame, could Faith possibly catch up with, or find Viking or vise versa?)

[dira.]

Nᴀᴍᴇ: ➘ My name is Sparks Fly, given to me by the humans who used to own me. But that was a long time ago and trust me on this, my old owners have probably forgotten I was ever their's.
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: ➘ I was hoping it was a clear that I was a mare, but at least now you know. But do I really look and, for that matter, sound like a big stud to you?
Aɢᴇ: ➘ I mere 7 years, my dear. Quite on the young side of any herd. And yet, still old enought to stand my ground to any attemted snake. So pretty much I am around a good age to be around these parts.
Hᴇʀᴅ: ➘ Right now I am living peacefully alone and as a matter-of-fact, if I could survive, I would stay like this forever! But, we all know that it is incredibly hard to suvive alone at winter.
Rᴀɴᴋ: ➘ A lone mare I suppose. Nothing special about it really. I am really happy with my rank, though. I enjoy plenty of freedom and also enjoy being able to roam at my own expenses. A truly wonderful life!
Iɴ Hᴇᴀᴛ?: ➘ Yes, I am in heat at the moment. But only in stage two of it. So scratch the fact that you think I will just go mad over the first stallion I see, because that is highly unlikely to happen!

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: ➘ Well, for starters, I am considered an elegant mare with a beautiful way of talking. Or so I've heard. Though, I guess I do have a very neat way of speaking and I do take a lot of pride in myself, so I am what I have heard. Besides those main ones, Sweet Is another common one other horses use to describe me. And I really am sweet! I can not stand to see another horse aching or hurting, and I feel like I just have to help them. But I am not just a bundle of good things, no I, like every other horse, has flaws. I don't think you would have been able to guess this but I am a stubborn mare. And in the past I used to stand my ground to any young stallion who tried to snake me. And once, I even attacked another stallion who was a bit to hyper and even though we had just met, he was already trying to mount me. I just lost it on him! That stupid stud better have learnt his lesson because he walked away with many cuts and bites. I also seem to have a wicked temper, but only if pushed to far. 
Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ: ➘ I was born on a ranch nearby to a beautiful, pure white mare with a long, silky, white mane and tail. The humans had called her "An Angel's Final Cry". She loved me dearly and I loved her back with all my heart. Though, it pained me to have never met my father but from my coat color, I can guess on what he looked like. Anywho, I was born on a breeding farm, a place where mares are forever birthing foals and stallions are forever breeding. Quite a nasty place if you ask me! I was my mother's seventh foal and her last one in captivity. After being weaned for about three months my mother was put in a pen with a few other mares who were all in heat. The pen was quite far from the barn and no one noticed when a team of two stallions broke into the pen and stole all the mares, including my mother. My three years there pasted quickly in a blur, my routine was always the same. Wake up, eat, train, eat, play, eat, go to sleep. I soon got bored of the same thing everyday and couldn't help but start wondering on how my mother was doing and if she liked the wildness. Being the free spirited mare I was, I longed for freedom. At four and a half I lost it! I attacked my trainer, breaking a few of her ribs and her ankle. Feeling no regret, I took off and never looked back. For the next three years I wandered aimlessly until I found this wonderful valley, and it is know where I live.

Oᴛʜᴇʀ: ➘ My color is flaxen liver chestnut sabino, in case you were wondering why I look so strange! And I am around 17.0 hands high. As for my breed, I am a Paint and Thoughbred hybrid. Though, I do think that some where along my blood lines, I was mixed with a Quarter Horse. Making an excellent horse with a dashing color, great speed and a stocky and strong bulid.

[cata123456]

Bently slowed to a stop seeing them all stop then lowered his head and started to graze. Sand smiled at Dusty and lowered his head to look at the colt. He nuzzled Dusty then lowered his head more to graze.

[Blumenkranz]

(Don't you mean someone else? You don't have a mare named Faith) (accepted)

Lucina moved over to where Bentley was and she nuzzled the young stallion, happy that he was with them. She shook out her mane and lowered her head to graze while Dusty did a small rear and nipped at Sand's mane, wanting to play.

[toothless,]

(Sorry, wrong RP. I meant Hope, sorry Matryo.)

[Cιєℓ Pнαηтσмнινє]

Winter grazed, nibbling in the strands of grass. She flicked her tail, unknowingly spreading her heat scent. Snorting, the dappled mare flicked her ears. She relaxed under the sun, but remained alert for danger.