Apollo

[Alana Nicole]

Name-

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Apollo
Gender-[/i]
Stallion
Height-[/i]
17.2
Alliance-[/i]
Dark
Herd-
Half Moon Shores
Rank-
King
Breed-[/i]
Oldenburg
Age-[/i]
5 Summers
Appearance-[/i] [/blockquote][/blockquote]

Personality-

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Apollo is a very tricky horse to understand. He is sneaky, wiley, and for the most part cares only about himself. Mares are more like posessions to him, though if you are in his herd, fear not, for you will be cared for in the best way possible and protected by him at the cost of his life if needed. He has yet to feel love, though it might be possible for him if he meets a mare that is his equal. Do not expect loyalty from him, for he will father any foal he desires to, but another stud siring a foal that should have been his will result in an uncompared rage that could lead to the death of the foal and the stud who did it. Apollo is not a stallion you want on your bad side.
Past-[/i]
Unknown to all but himself.
RP Example -
A soft sigh escapes her rosy lips, her dark eyes glaring at anyone that passed by. Jessica Warner was not your average teenager. She had once been, but that part of her was gone, leaving behind a twisted, angry and lonely spirit. Her once broken leg was propped up on a chair beside her, her faded blue jeans and cotton tee-shirt hiding the scars and bruises that explained her past. Dark red square toed boots with scuffs around the sides scuffed across the floor, and she winced slightly as it made a loud squeaking noise.

What was this she had gotten herself into? A more mild version of hell, if you asked her. Prison was the only other choice, and that would have been worse. Jessica shifted her weight in the chair, swearing quietly as a shock of pain rolled up into her hips. The doctors had declared her completely healed, though they said the pain would never go away completely. It didn't hurt all the time, just whenever she moved it in a certain way.

Her tanned arms crossed in front of her chest defensively, green eyes scanning the room once again for signs of life. Strands of nearly black hair swept in front of her face as she leaned forward, straightening the spurs on the back of her boots with another long sigh. It was so boring here. This had not made a good impression on her so far. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]