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Name:
Spartan

Breed
Friesian Cross
Sire was a Friesian, dam a Friesian cross American Paint Horse.

Age
4 Years

Height
17.1hh

Origin
Forest

Preferred Terrain
Spartan has such a soft spot for anywhere with soft springy earth when he can run for a long time without much exhaustion.

Colour
Seal Bay Pearl Splash
(Apricot Splash)

Genotype
Ee/Ata/prlprl/nSpl

Markings
Central Blaze on face, Splash marking- rear end heavy.

Eyes
Icy Blue

Other
No scars or other details to mention, yet.

Personality
{Callous} {Broody} {Overbearing} {Gruff} {Daring} {Aloof}

Spartan has very very little care for anyone's feelings but his own - often blunt and to the point he doesn't think about others needs but his own, and when he does appear to care it's often because he has an ulterior motive that benefits him in some way. He is somewhat controlling and likes to keep things running as he likes - with very little variation in his daily routine. Spartan is very abrupt and takes no nonsense from anybody - he was walked all over as a foal, and isn't about to let that repeat in adulthood. He's very thoughtful and plans things in depth before attempting them, whilst remaining detached and nonchalant about his tasks - not wanting to get too emotionally involved in anything lest it fall through, like so much in his past did. He is very set in his ways, and his harsh personality could perhaps one day mellow out, if he's shown the world isn't as bad as he thinks.

History
{Birth - Yearling}
Spartan spent most of his time at his dam's side - her name was Verona, and he loved to hear her stories of the days before she was claimed; racing over the grassy terrain to escape those that wished the claim her until she was good and ready. He didn't really notice his father except when he would come over, look at him in disgust and stalk off in a huff - as a foal his father was nothing more than a big black mass of pure stallion muscle and that scared him. This painted colt would rather spend his evenings laid on the warm summer ground at his mothers feet than chasing and sparring with the other colts - not overly one for the aggression or violence that typically came from those boisterous yearlings. He was the only foal born that spring, so he could've been considered lonely - he always snorted and grinned when his mother suggested so, telling her he would bear it. He doted on his mother and treasured the ground she walked on, even as he grew past the age of needing her milk.

{Yearling to Young Adult}
Shortly after he was weaned, his mother began to show signs of estrus, and so kept to herself along the edge of the herd - she'd told him many times she seeked to run away or be claimed by another, for this herd had grown stagnant with his father as lead. It was almost as if her wishes were heard, as soon a stallion followed her scent - Spartan was left to his own devices and exploring during this time, growing bolder with each passing day. He often played with some of the younger foals - chasing them and playing hide and seek when he could. It was one night when he was nestled against his mother's side when the mystery stallion beckoned to her with a soft nicker - encouraging her out to him. She eagerly went, and that was the night they paired. Spartan was left wide-eyed and alone in the glen, until his mother came back - looking somewhat guilty and flustered. A few weeks of these meetings passed, and Spartan's father was growing increasingly frustrated at the scent of a stallion nearby - sending some of his subordinate sons to go and seek the mystery, his frustration was only fuelled by Verona's constant rejections under the guise of still having a foal to care for - her fragrant scent enough to mask that of the stallion she had been with.

It wasn't until one evening when the stallion once again beckoned to her that Spartan's father finally twigged and had sent some subordinates out to watch her - and intercept her. They followed her to the stallion and drove them both away. They returned that night, bloody and angsty - and told Spartan he would never see his mother again, and that his training would begin in the morning. For days after that he was assigned to be one of his half-brothers companions on patrols and the like, receiving many bites and kicks when he did something wrong - he often pined for his mother, especially when he could hear her crying and neighing for him in the distance; just out of reach. He was constantly told that if he went to her, she would be killed - and so he learned to shut off his emotions, and soon became more and more like his subordinate siblings.

{Young Adult - Mature Adult}
As he reached the ripe age of three, he was chased off. He refused to obey his father, Cain's, oppression anymore and refused to submit as his hormones eventually overtook him - being surrounded by in-heat mares at the beginning of spring was not helping this. He left and thrived on his own for a while - but found himself pining for companionship, and as luck would have it - he stumbled across a bachelor herd and was eager to prove himself worthy of a place. He stayed with them all through the spring, summer and autumn; but there was something bugging him; the lead of this bachelor group was vaguely familiar to him, his scent and the way he spoke and voiced his demands was familiar in such a strange way, but Spartan brushed it off as coincidence until late winter; just as greenery was beginning to dominate the plains once more. It was one day when the lead said how he missed the days when he was young enough to court and chase young mares all over the plains - even charming a few claimed mares to have regular rendezvous with him. He spoke fondly of one little painted mare he had met, and despite her having a foal at her side she was all to eager to mate with him. After Spartan made the connection - he challenged the stallion, Altivo, to a brawl. The inexperienced young adult was easily bested and run from the group - amazingly almost unscathed, with his pride taking the biggest hit.

{Mature Adult - Present}
Spartan roamed and roamed, searching once again for his dam - broken and exhausted he soon became bitter and resentful to that stallion. It was his fault he was without a mother in this cruel world. He has made a vow that he won't let another stallion near his mares - and that he wouldn't let them even think of being without him as their lead.

Band:
Mares: 0

Foals: 0

Stallions: 0

Diamonds
480 Total

+100 from Reference. {YOU ARE HERE}

+47 from U Wot Mate? {fav.me/db5vnea }
+34 from Really Up The Creek {fav.me/db6659a }
+120 from;
      EVENT
      After following the river up stream for a while you suddenly hear a high pitched squeal and feel a paw slap you. Looking down you notice that you’ve stood on a Fox’s tail and he’s not very happy. He curses something at you and runs for the trees, leaving behind a hole filled with Diamonds!
+43 from Can't Fight The Moonlight {fav.me/db6iw8o }
+20 from;
      EVENT
      The sand along the river side was soft and soothing, and you easily fall asleep, ears twitching as you dreamt. When you woke up, the water level had lowered slightly, and you couldn’t help but see something gleaming at the bottom of the river. Curious, you shake yourself awake before dipping your hooves into the river, lowering your muzzle as you gaze into the water. Eyes flashing with recognition, you scoop out the shiny objects with your mouth, placing them on the river bank. You found a small stash of diamonds!
+42 from Pretty Woman {fav.me/db6prti }
+40 from Headshot Batch 01 {fav.me/db6qgwm }
+34 from Sparring with Raider {fav.me/db77foe }

Health: 75%

Health Events:
-15 from dog encounter in U Wot Mate? {fav.me/db5vnea }
-10 from snarky mare random event! {comments.deviantart.com/1/6235… }

Stats:

Stamina: 3

Speed: 3

Strength: 7

Stealth: 2

Stat Events:
+2 Strength from U Wot Mate? {fav.me/db5vnea }
+2 Strength from Sparring with Raider {fav.me/db77foe }
+1 Speed from Sparring with Raider {fav.me/db77foe }

Main Quest!

Side Quest - None yet!

Description
fav.me/db77foe
Name:
Spartan

Breed
Friesian Cross
Sire was a Friesian, dam a Friesian cross American Paint Horse.

Age
4 Years

Height
17.1hh

Origin
Forest

Preferred Terrain
Spartan has such a soft spot for anywhere with soft springy earth when he can run for a long time without much exhaustion.

Colour
Seal Bay Pearl Splash
(Apricot Splash)

Genotype
Ee/Ata/prlprl/nSpl

Markings
Central Blaze on face, Splash marking- rear end heavy.

Eyes
Icy Blue

Other
No scars or other details to mention, yet.

Personality
{Callous} {Broody} {Overbearing} {Gruff} {Daring} {Aloof}

Spartan has very very little care for anyone's feelings but his own - often blunt and to the point he doesn't think about others needs but his own, and when he does appear to care it's often because he has an ulterior motive that benefits him in some way. He is somewhat controlling and likes to keep things running as he likes - with very little variation in his daily routine. Spartan is very abrupt and takes no nonsense from anybody - he was walked all over as a foal, and isn't about to let that repeat in adulthood. He's very thoughtful and plans things in depth before attempting them, whilst remaining detached and nonchalant about his tasks - not wanting to get too emotionally involved in anything lest it fall through, like so much in his past did. He is very set in his ways, and his harsh personality could perhaps one day mellow out, if he's shown the world isn't as bad as he thinks.

History
{Birth - Yearling}
Spartan spent most of his time at his dam's side - her name was Verona, and he loved to hear her stories of the days before she was claimed; racing over the grassy terrain to escape those that wished the claim her until she was good and ready. He didn't really notice his father except when he would come over, look at him in disgust and stalk off in a huff - as a foal his father was nothing more than a big black mass of pure stallion muscle and that scared him. This painted colt would rather spend his evenings laid on the warm summer ground at his mothers feet than chasing and sparring with the other colts - not overly one for the aggression or violence that typically came from those boisterous yearlings. He was the only foal born that spring, so he could've been considered lonely - he always snorted and grinned when his mother suggested so, telling her he would bear it. He doted on his mother and treasured the ground she walked on, even as he grew past the age of needing her milk.

{Yearling to Young Adult}
Shortly after he was weaned, his mother began to show signs of estrus, and so kept to herself along the edge of the herd - she'd told him many times she seeked to run away or be claimed by another, for this herd had grown stagnant with his father as lead. It was almost as if her wishes were heard, as soon a stallion followed her scent - Spartan was left to his own devices and exploring during this time, growing bolder with each passing day. He often played with some of the younger foals - chasing them and playing hide and seek when he could. It was one night when he was nestled against his mother's side when the mystery stallion beckoned to her with a soft nicker - encouraging her out to him. She eagerly went, and that was the night they paired. Spartan was left wide-eyed and alone in the glen, until his mother came back - looking somewhat guilty and flustered. A few weeks of these meetings passed, and Spartan's father was growing increasingly frustrated at the scent of a stallion nearby - sending some of his subordinate sons to go and seek the mystery, his frustration was only fuelled by Verona's constant rejections under the guise of still having a foal to care for - her fragrant scent enough to mask that of the stallion she had been with.

It wasn't until one evening when the stallion once again beckoned to her that Spartan's father finally twigged and had sent some subordinates out to watch her - and intercept her. They followed her to the stallion and drove them both away. They returned that night, bloody and angsty - and told Spartan he would never see his mother again, and that his training would begin in the morning. For days after that he was assigned to be one of his half-brothers companions on patrols and the like, receiving many bites and kicks when he did something wrong - he often pined for his mother, especially when he could hear her crying and neighing for him in the distance; just out of reach. He was constantly told that if he went to her, she would be killed - and so he learned to shut off his emotions, and soon became more and more like his subordinate siblings.

{Young Adult - Mature Adult}
As he reached the ripe age of three, he was chased off. He refused to obey his father, Cain's, oppression anymore and refused to submit as his hormones eventually overtook him - being surrounded by in-heat mares at the beginning of spring was not helping this. He left and thrived on his own for a while - but found himself pining for companionship, and as luck would have it - he stumbled across a bachelor herd and was eager to prove himself worthy of a place. He stayed with them all through the spring, summer and autumn; but there was something bugging him; the lead of this bachelor group was vaguely familiar to him, his scent and the way he spoke and voiced his demands was familiar in such a strange way, but Spartan brushed it off as coincidence until late winter; just as greenery was beginning to dominate the plains once more. It was one day when the lead said how he missed the days when he was young enough to court and chase young mares all over the plains - even charming a few claimed mares to have regular rendezvous with him. He spoke fondly of one little painted mare he had met, and despite her having a foal at her side she was all to eager to mate with him. After Spartan made the connection - he challenged the stallion, Altivo, to a brawl. The inexperienced young adult was easily bested and run from the group - amazingly almost unscathed, with his pride taking the biggest hit.

{Mature Adult - Present}
Spartan roamed and roamed, searching once again for his dam - broken and exhausted he soon became bitter and resentful to that stallion. It was his fault he was without a mother in this cruel world. He has made a vow that he won't let another stallion near his mares - and that he wouldn't let them even think of being without him as their lead.

Band:
Mares: 0

Foals: 0

Stallions: 0

Diamonds
480 Total

+100 from Reference. {YOU ARE HERE}

+47 from U Wot Mate? {fav.me/db5vnea }
+34 from Really Up The Creek {fav.me/db6659a }
+120 from;
      EVENT
      After following the river up stream for a while you suddenly hear a high pitched squeal and feel a paw slap you. Looking down you notice that you’ve stood on a Fox’s tail and he’s not very happy. He curses something at you and runs for the trees, leaving behind a hole filled with Diamonds!
+43 from Can't Fight The Moonlight {fav.me/db6iw8o }
+20 from;
      EVENT
      The sand along the river side was soft and soothing, and you easily fall asleep, ears twitching as you dreamt. When you woke up, the water level had lowered slightly, and you couldn’t help but see something gleaming at the bottom of the river. Curious, you shake yourself awake before dipping your hooves into the river, lowering your muzzle as you gaze into the water. Eyes flashing with recognition, you scoop out the shiny objects with your mouth, placing them on the river bank. You found a small stash of diamonds!
+42 from Pretty Woman {fav.me/db6prti }
+40 from Headshot Batch 01 {fav.me/db6qgwm }
+34 from Sparring with Raider {fav.me/db77foe }

Health: 75%

Health Events:
-15 from dog encounter in U Wot Mate? {fav.me/db5vnea }
-10 from snarky mare random event! {comments.deviantart.com/1/6235… }

Stats:

Stamina: 3

Speed: 3

Strength: 7

Stealth: 2

Stat Events:
+2 Strength from U Wot Mate? {fav.me/db5vnea }
+2 Strength from Sparring with Raider {fav.me/db77foe }
+1 Speed from Sparring with Raider {fav.me/db77foe }

Main Quest!

Side Quest - None yet!