Horsespirit's Charries

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Doves, Faes, and Demonesses
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Faes, Doves, Demonesses-
Masqurade
Orfeo

Stallions, stags, brutes-
Magma

Powers-
Water-
Fire-
Earth-
Air-
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Darkness-
Light-

Name: Masqurade
Age: 4
Gender: fae
Breed: Arabian
Alliance: neutral
Height: 15.3 hh
Markings: A white snip
Loves: Mist,
Fog,
secrets,
foals,
some stallions,
being neutral,
creatures,
sweet grass.
Hates:
Spiders,
snakes,
some stallions,
some faes,
sometimes darks.
Good points: She is very fast and has good endurance.
Bad points: She isn't as strong as other faes.
Appearance: Masqurade is a dark bay fae with a white snip on her nose. She has flowing black tassels and banner, she has long, powerful legs that can carry her swiftly and with feline grace. Her head is dished shaped and she has a beautiful neck that she likes to arch and show it's power. Her daggers are sleek and midnight black, while her orbs are a deep midnight black.
Personality: Masqurade has many personalities, she masks her true personality, so usually she keeps a low profile but can be caring, teasing, tricky, kind, bossy, and many more. She has many masks that she can switch on and turn to another one in less time than it takes to blink. She does have a few leadership qualities that she uses most of the time, but she likes to keep a low profile as long as she can. She wouldn't mind being in a higher rank but she can live at what ever she is at.
History: Masqurade was born in a herd that moved around a lot, she met a lot of different horses when they were moving around, and she had a best friend in that herd too. Her friend's name was Aelia, they were in the desert traveling with their herd as usual, but then their herd came across another herd and Aelia went with that herd, because she had found her night in shinning pelt. So Masqurade kept with the herd and stayed in this land while her herd went on.

She liked the lands of neutrals, even if they had mist and fog all the time. She just wished that the land had more greenery and clear water, for the neutral lands need some of light type and the mift and fog was like the dark type. She could live though and she was happy with what she found.

Name: Orfeo
Age: 3
Gender: fae
Breed: Mustang
Alliance: neutral
Height: 15.2 hh
Markings: Blaze
Loves: Stallions that act like gentlemen and foals.
Hates: Those who steal or forces, though she really doesn't care, even if it involves her.
Good points: She is a very gentle and caring fae.
Bad points: If you get her mad, then she is very sassy and a rebel, unless she knows she can't do anything.
Appearance: Orfeo is a chestnut fae with a white blaze. It runs down her face almost like a lightning bolt, but is softed edged and straighter than a bolt. She had no socks or any other markings other than one of her daggers having a stripe of cream heading strsight down on the front of her front right dagger. She has warm, chocolate brown orbs. She comes to 15.2 hh, like most of her kin.
Personality: Orfeo is a kind spirit and doesn't like fighting, though she didn't chose to turn ot the soft life of a light. She would only do that if she needed to rest and take care of herself and heal. She loved the mist and fog of the neutral lands, and was not about to give that up yet. Though the lights had a soft life, it made them softer, and they were in the lap of luxary. They didn't really go through the real troubles that other horses had to face, and she didn't wast that. She was not a timid soul, unless she had a reason to be, but her parents had taught her to not show fear, or give off a fear scent. She could be shy though, and she was a very modest horse. She can switch easily to being not a shy horse if she got really mad, or someone treated her badly. She was very sweet to those she met, but if they weren;t nice back, she would turn mostly defensive and try to get away from them.
History: Orfeo is an African name, but her parents were proud and unique to everything else. They talked with horses that entered the lands, and learned from them. They were interested in the name Orfeo, and so they named her that. She had left them only a few months ago and is a little uneasy in this land, for she was new here. She wondered what had happened to her parents, but she was now alone and she couldn't really think to the past all the time. Her only herd had been her parents because they always were traveling and meeting new horses from everywhere in the world. A few of those horses had blessed her for a good life in their own langauge when she had peeked around her mother's legs looking at the strangers.
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Stags, Stallions, Demons
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Name: Magma
Age: 4
Gender: brute
Breed: Friesian
Alliance: Dark
Height: 16.1 hh
Markings: none
Loves: Fire,
heat,
extremes,
Icy coldness,
demonesses,
and the shadows.
Hates:
Sometimes other brutes,
sassy demonesses.
Good points: He is usually a gentleman and caring.
Bad points: If you get him mad, he can kill another equine easily and with no mercy, this is only when he is ferious.
Appearance: Magma's pelt is midnight black, so black that in moonlight it seems midnight blue. He has sleek, powerful legs, and black daggers. His mane and banner is black, and flow gracefully in the wind or breeze, it never really has any tangled. When around magma, he seems to glow a slightly red color. He has black abyss like orbs.
Personality: Magma is usually a gentleman and caring and kinf. That is at less untill you tick him off, he sometimes have trouble controling himself and can lose his temper. He doesn't lose his temper as quickly as some brutes, as long as someone doesn't disrespect him, or doupt his abilities. He can be hot headed like a lot of other stallions, but he usually doesn't like to. He can be gentle, but he likes to be himself.
History: Magma was born into a herd that lived by the volcano, but they moved on and he stayed where he was. He loved how extreme it could be at the volcano. He had no friends in his herd before they moved away because there were no other colts his age, so he play fighted with the grown brutes that were still in the herd and had not yet left, been kicked out, or died. His colt hood was spent with the leader and he gained leadership skills, and improved on those that he already had. It was good experiance and he had some fun. He wasn't always that serious but now he is since he is alone and not in the protection of a herd anymore.
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