Name: Blizzard

Nickname: Zard

Gender: Mare

Parents: Unknown

Siblings: None

Friends: None

Crush: None

Crusher: None

Personality: Very Playful, Always willing to help anyone in need.

History: She was abandoned as a foal and raised by a troupe of wandering bachelour colts because they took pity on her. As she grew, she was often teased, but she didn't mind so much because they were the only family she had and she knew deep down that they really cared about her. 

She came to grow even bigger than even the tallest male in the group, and matured to 17.2 hands, but she was still very gentle. They lived in peace for a few months,  but soon they were attacked by the Calvalry and caught one by one, but at the time, Snowdance was off drinking from a stream. When she returned, they were gone. She searched hour upon hour for them, calling to them in distress. When she was just about to give up, she gave one final neigh, and silence followed. But then, from far away, came a distant reply. She called back, and galloped towards the sound for all she was worth. When she saw her *Brothers* caught, every kind part of her vanished in her fury and she reared over the lead soldier, towering over him, and lashed out with her front hooves. She fought them all and won, causing them to flee. She touched noses with her brothers, relived to be with them again, when she realised every part of her hurt. Injuries covered her and she limped with her family to a creek, where they rested for the night.

In time, she recovered but she still remembers that faithfull day and whenever she thinks about it, she moves just a little closer to her family.