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Race Name:

Unforgiving Reaper

Name:

Riot

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Activity:

6/10

I am active a few hours [ 1 - 4 ] every couple of days at the current moment. But I may or may not disappear for a day or two. I will do my very best to contact you if I know I will not be active for a few days [ max 3 days ].

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Reputation:

After an unfortunate accident on the racetrack a few years back, when this Stallion was only a mere 4-Yo, he was given a special name among the racers of the track. "The Grim Reaper of the Track." It's caught on, and stuck with him throughout the years, and yeah- he's proud of it.

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Age:

8 Years
5 Months

Gender:

Male || Stallion

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Herd:

N/A

Rank:

Stallion

Desired Rank:

Something of Respected Authority

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Thoughts on the Wild Horses?:

Riot can't exactly put his hoof on it. Whether he dislikes them or likes them, he has no answer. He's never met nor seen a wild equine, so he honestly has no clue what he feels about them.

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Appearance:

Vikarus @ DA || Vikarus@DA

Riot is no tank. He is no powerhouse, or something war-worthy. Unlike his fellow equine ancestors, Riot has been bred for a lean, athletic build. He was never created to pull wagons or hoist logs from the thick swamps. This stallion was built and bred for racing among other racers, bred to beat every last one of them. To win. To leave them behind in a dust cloud. Does he wish he was more sturdy? Maybe.. but he wouldn't wish for another thing in the world. He may not be chonky... but he sure is handsome!

Standing at 17.2hh tall, Riot has a lean muscular-build body. His stomach his held tight against his body, forbidding itself from bulging out or dragging between his hooves. His ribcage is more flat than round, if you were to throw a rope around his withers and ribcage, it's slide down his stomach with no effort. It wouldn't be quite difficult to ride him with a saddle, but without a breastplate, your saddle is most likely fall back down his spine, which would be quite uncomfortable for the poor thing. And no one wishes to experience a real-life bronco in the middle of a relaxing ride, no. With a small stomach, come rude comments. "What a twig!" "Scrawny thing." "Looks like it can barely hold its weight." But he is no twig nor is he scrawny, do not mistake that. His chest, shoulders, and thighs are thick and muscular, proving to those who dare to set their eyes upon him that he does take care of himself, pushing himself, and training himself to keep fit. His muscles are quite defined, and stiff to the touch. His legs are not exactly muscular, but they are thick and match in perfect harmony with his shoulders and thighs, so he doesn't look like a chicken. With a strong, and sturdy neck, Riot can hold his head up high and proud, showing off his exquisite body.

Riot was given the coat of a raven. Darker than obsidian itself, this stallion can hide in the shadows, and disguise himself as if he is one with the shadows of the lingering forests. On nights where the moon hides away, he is like a phantom in the darkness. The sun, as hard is it may try, can not sun-bleach his impenetrable pelt. From his nose, to the very tip of his tail, he is solid black. [[ I have to say.... I think my favorite breed of horse may or may not be a Morgan. I've yet to discover them in real life, but what I've seen and researched, they seem like beautiful creatures. ]] Given the fact, his father was a Liver, and his Dam is a Grey, the result of this match is quite curious. Where did this come from? For all he knew, none of his late ancestors seemed to be solid black, the darkest of them all was a Dark Bay, the color of a dark oakwood tree. But nothing more. As if they melt into his dark coat, this stallion is forever forced to wear a pair of dark hazel eyes, almost as dark as the old oakwood trees. It's funny really, sometimes it looks like he has no eyes, just a dark, endless abyss.

Personality:

Powerful Demeanor || Intimidating Aggression || Seriously Calm || Confident || Dangerously Competitive || Firm Gripped || Honors his Words || Loyal

Riot is a Stallion who has always held high expectations for himself. Besides, he has a reputation to hold, as the Grim Reaper of the race track, does he not?

One does not come out of the womb fully morphed, and put together. As life goes on, you slowly build yourself up, you put the pieces together, and when you search for those missing pieces you find new aspects about yourself that you never knew. Riot is still, and will most likely forever be at that stage. He'll never be completely complete, there will always be something, something he has yet to find. It just takes time. He doesn't worry about it, if anything, he is quite oblivious to it. Right now, for who he is, that is all he will ever be in his eyes. He'll never change, and he is forever stuck like this. But this is what he believes, he believes he'll never change, and sometimes, it's sad. As he views himself as a destructive, rude stallion. It's not like he wishes to be rude.. or angry, it's like something else controls him. An emotion he never felt before, and it takes control, and as much as he tries, he can't do anything about it. But beneath all that hard shell, a soft, kind, and caring stallion reside beneath the surface. It's difficult to reach, but if he manages it himself, or maybe another, they'll be able to resurface his kind, and playful self again. But with him self-doubting himself, it's become so hard to remember his kind self. And with this going on for years, well, he doesn't self-doubt himself much anymore... which is a good thing, maybe. But after years of tormenting himself, he has built this impenetrable wall that no one can break through. And here, he has morphed himself into this, and sometimes, he can barely remember when he genuinely had a relaxing, nice day. Maybe someday.. maybe someday he'll lift this wretched curse off of himself, and express his true, deep feelings. But until then, here we are, stuck with this lil' shit.

When you first approach this brute, there is no doubt about it, he'll be extremely stand-offish, with his ears perked forward, and head held high. He'll be fidgety, and be flicking his tail angrily from time to time, however, his body will remain still as a statue, his eyes staring down [ or up ] into your soul as if they are searching for a pathetic excuse to rip your very heart from your chest. He has a very mysterious, lingering aura about him. It feels dark, cold, and horrifying. That if you step too close, you'll be frozen into a sculpture for the rest of your days. Sometimes, when his nose flares, or he snorts, some could have sworn they saw black smoke emerge from his nostrils. As if he is some sort of shadow demon.

Riot doesn't like to lose. In the least. Whether it's first or last to the water bucket, or it's first across the finish line. This horse is all about winning. Even in physical fights. Now, he may not have the strength of a draft horse, but with his sleek, lean body build, he can quickly maneuver around you. Like a snake coiling around its prey, letting it kick out, bite, and trash, waiting to tire it out. And when it's simply tired, or given up, they wrap tighter, cutting off their airway, and in the end, swallowing them whole. Riot doesn't... do.. that- no. Now that would be a horrifying and disgusting event to witness. But with his quick, and lean body, he can turn on a dime. And with his admirable stamina, he could go on for hours simply turning left and right, forward and back, circle here, circle there. And when his opponent is tired, falling to their knees, he'd strike. Right for the skull. Just because Riot doesn't have the strength of a warhorse, doesn't mean his hits are equivalent of a bug's bite. Nah, that shit hurts like hell. Where do you think he earned himself, "Grim Reaper of the Track"? By kissing a butterfly?

[ finished for the most part, but when I have the motivation and energy, I'll add more. ]

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Backstory:

At the age of 4 years, after months, no, years of training, Riot was thrown onto the track. Then, he was known as, "Unfaithful Challenger." As that was his previous registered name, but little did they know that this first race, his first day on the field, would certainly change.

It was a sunny day in Nevada, and Riot was playing the field like a pro. Barreling down the rail, leaving his competition in the dust. And just 1 mile from the finish line, Riot had found himself neck and neck with a worthy challenger, "Surprising Spitz." Now, this was Riot's very first race, and it isn't uncommon for youngsters to lose their first race, but Riot wanted to win. It was his soul purpose. And he would do absolutely anything to get it. With a nasty bite, when Spitz had grown in range of Riot, the stallion had let out a ferocious bite, latching his teeth onto the gelding's face, tearing his bridle off, sending the gelding off course, sending him into an offward spiral that quickly fell into a deathly fall. Giving Riot the upperhand, and winning the race. Because of "natural causes" Riot was not forced into forfeit, and was given the reward. Because of his actions, his current owners decided to rename him, regardless of the rules, but everyone seemed to accept it so it was fine. And since then, Riot was known as, "Unforgiving Reaper."

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Crush:

N/A

Mate:

N/A

Foals:

Open
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Kin:

Dam: Unforgotten Dreams [ Fallow // Deceased ]
Sire: Rising Fallout [ Chaos ]

Siblings:

Open
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Affiliations:

Open
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Theme Songs:

Champion [ Three Days Grace // I swear, this song was made for him 😌 ]
Fix me [ 10 Years ]
Redemption [ Three Days Grace ]

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Other:

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Splendid Typhoon
" North "
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" At the end of the day, we don't know if we are going to breathe our last breath, or if we are going to make it through the night. But I know for damn sure, I'm going to live my life before this bitch dies out on me. "

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Race Name:

Splendid Typhoon

Name:

North

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Activity:

6/10

I am active a few hours [ 1 - 4 ] every couple of days at the current moment. But I may or may not disappear for a day or two. I will do my very best to contact you if I know I will not be active for a few days [ max 3 days ].

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Reputation:

North has earned himself a hearty rep. as he is known to fly down the race track in the blink of an eye. His competitors stand no chance against this racing machine, or so he thought. North may not be the top racer out there, but he sure is up there, and with his flashy coat galloping down that rightofway, he is the black sheep in his own white sheep herd.

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Age:

6 Years
3 Months

Gender:

Male || Stallion

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Activity:

6/10

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Herd:

None

Rank:

Stallion

Desired Rank:

Something of respected high Authority, maybe a Lieutenant.

Thoughts on the Wild Horses?:

North wishes to give everyone a chance, if they deem worthy of it. But if they prove they are not worthy of his respect and trust, don't doubt for a second he'll feel the same way.

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Appearance:

MoutainViewStock @ DA || MountainViewStock@DA

North is a handsome boy, standing out from the rest, it's as if he glows. Originally, when North was brought into this world he was a very dark red chestnut, and many thought he was to grow like his mother, into a beautiful grey one day. Well, they got one thing right, he sure is beautiful. But he is no grey. It seemed he had an odd stage in growth, as when his roan in.. it looks more like he was shifting grey rather than roan. Many found it odd, but didn't investigate it or anything.. And here we are, graced by the presence of this beautiful Black Roan. Now, we are all here for the solid black roan.. but one with a gorgeous Blaze, not one, but two stockings?? Well! Like paint, it looks as if someone painted delicate markings onto his legs and face, giving him an even more handsome appearance.

Standing at 17hh, this Stallion stands with a proud, but elegant posture. You hardly ever see this stud slouching, or looking exhausted. With every movement, with every breath, he lives as if he is living to an unachievable expectation of someone higher above. When, no. Ever since a foal, North has always done this... for what exactly? You could say for nothing, for now, it is simply an automatic muscle response when he wakes up in the morning until he falls sleep. He may be quiet, and he may not be a threatening stallion, but he sure can be intimidating with that glare of his. It seems North doesn't seem to understand what his face says, as it always seems to be glaring at those who stands below his withers. It not on purpose, no no. It seems his face just has a mind of its own.

North has an athletic, sport-body build, made and bred for running and excellent stamina. They can't be all stars and rainbows. When he was coming of age, he was considered "overweight" simply because he had a broader chest and hindquarters than what his previous owners preferred. But after auctioning him off, and seeing him in the track, oh, weren't they wrong. As many know, Thoroughbreds are extremely known for their speed, stamina, and body built. Bred with lean, narrow bodies. North had the lean build going on, but with a broader chest and hindquarters, it seemed he wasn't efficient enough. But as soon as his hooves met that dirt on the track, he was flying down the aisles in absolute grace and power. So, in all seriousness. If you see this stud charging at you, it can be quite a scary experience.

Personality:

Authoritative || Blunt || Trustworthy || Demands Respect || Callous || Serious || Very Calm || Silvertongue || Protective || Aggressive when Provoked || Determined || Confident || Motivated || Inspirational || Ride or Die || Leader || Tough Love

North does his absolute best to fit the part life has made for him, but sometimes. Sometimes it's too difficult.

North is an honest stallion by default. It was encrypted into his personality, truly. Every word that slips out of his mouth is nothing but the truth, if he were to lie, there is no doubt about it that the world itself would roll in its own grave. However. As much as an honest boy he is, and as much as he does to tell the truth, there comes a time where he needs to chose between the life of others, and to lie. And when it comes down to this, you can guarantee he'll lie to save those he protects and loves. He is no self-centered stud, not a singular cell in his body has malicious intent. In the end, North wants there to be peace. But living in such a world as this, there is no such thing. And so, he has to meld his ways to match with the world's ways, he may not be able to change the world into a healthier stage, but he can change himself. He can change those around him, he can defend and protect those who are different.

Just because North wishes for peace, does not he is a "softie". If anything, he is the opposite. If he finds an abandoned foal on the side of the trail, yes, he'll take it home with him, but he won't hide the fact it may not survive without a mother. If he finds a fatally injured equine, he'll do his utmost to help, but nature will take its course. And if it the grass wishes to take the equine into the earth, then so be it. North is a realistic animal, and has a realistic view on the world. Maybe he's going against himself when he wishes for a better world, but its not not realistic to wish for a better world. As long as he's realistic about it, and willing to accept that this world will not change in the blink of an eye, that'll be just ok.

North has the wrath of Hades, and it's absolutely terrifying. Maybe he doesn't have the build of a warhorse, and evil madstallion, but he sure has the looks of one. When he gets angry, his facial expressions do not hesitate, and they will speak for him. His eyes will grow cold and silent, his nostrils will slowly flare looking as if they are ready to have flames burst through them. His ears will be glued to his skin, and his teeth will be bared like a ferocious hyena. And with his broad shoulders, and decently-thick legs, from the front end, he is a horrifying creature. BUT! Thankfully, he knows how to control himself for the most part, and generally before he grows as angry as the devil below, he controls his emotions and is quite calm. But that also is kinda' scary too.. so...

[ god, i suck at personalities. i swear xd. again, basically finished BUT more will be added ]

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Backstory:

As a yearling, North was filling in very well. But to the eyes of his previous owners, too well. The colt had broad shoulders, thick hindquarters, and neck. In the racing industry, he would be of laughing stock. He didn't have the lean, narrow characteristics a racer should have, and so, he was auctioned off into a small farm in the middle of nowhere. When his owners sold them, they thought they'd seen the last of him.

Just at the green age of 3, his previous owners "The Macks" were watching the race, watching as their horse, "Farewell Father" was leading the team, steady in first place. And just 200 meters out from the finish line, they could see a Black Roan Stallion creeping up on Farewell Father, eventually taking the lead, and winning the race. Appalled by this, they demanded that North be bought back into their custody, and unfortunately, he was. However, he was living a decent life. Winning races left and right, North was a successful racer. Until. Well, the trailers crashed on his way to his next big race.

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Theme Songs:

Villain I'm Not [ Three Days Grace // Sad boy 😔 ]
Unknown Soldier [ Breaking Benjamin ]

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Crush:

N/A

Mate:

N/A

Foals:

N/A

Kin:

Dam: Deception At It's Finest [ Marrow ]
Sire: Keep Still King [ King ]

Siblings:

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Affiliations:

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Other:

WIP

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Ossein

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" I just wanted you to be there like I was there for you. But I guess I was asking for too much. "

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Blacke-Horse-Design @ DA || Blacke-Horse-Design

Name:

Ossein

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Activity:

6/10

I am active a few hours [ 1 - 4 ] every couple of days at the current moment. But I may or may not disappear for a day or two. I will do my very best to contact you if I know I will not be active for a few days [ max 3 days ].

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Age:

4 Years
2 Months

Gender:

Female || Mare

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Herd:

Mountain Valley Herd

Rank:

Herd Mare

Desired Rank:

Satisfied

Thoughts on the Race Horses?:

She has no thoughts about them, there just like any other horse. Confused, lost, and scared.

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Appearance:

Blacke-Horse-Design @ DA || Blacke-Horse-Design

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Personality:

Reserved || Honest || Shy || Kind || Introvert || Self-Doubting || Insecure || Bystander || Quick || Intelligent || Silvertongue || Calm || Negative || Scared to be Alone || Loyal, however, if that Loyalty is broken, it will never be mended again || Not one to Forget

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Backstory:

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Crush:

Shhhh....

Mate:

N/A

Foals:

5-Month Old: Open

Kin:

Dam: Unknown
Sire: Unknown

Siblings:

Open || DM Me

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Affiliations:

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Other:

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