Name

-UNKNOWN-

Assumed Names

War, War Horse

Meaning

A horse that has faught in the field of battle

Age

-UNKNOWN, ASSUMED TO BE FIVE TO SEVEN-

Breed

Thoroughbred cross Unknown

Coloring

Silver Dapple

Markings

White star/stripe, two socks

Eye Color

Green

Mother

Unknown tame black Thoroughbred

Father

Unknown Black

Grandmothers

Mothers side - Black Thoroughbred

Fathers Side - Silver Dapple Unknown

Grandfathers

Mothers Side - Grey Thoroughbred

Fathers side - Black Unknown

Siblings

-UNKNOWN, OPEN, WILL BE PICKY-

Friends

-CLOSED-

Mate

None -OPEN, EXTREMELY PICKY-

Crushes/Crushers

-UNKNOWN, WON'T SHOW MUCH EMOTION

Personality

Not much to say about Wars personality other then that he's a very silent, anti-social stallion, he dislikes almost everyone and thing, mostly Berserker whom he'd chase to oblivion and back without a second thought. He generally sets his goals in order in which he wants to accomplish them but has barely started his first one, killing Berserker. He's silent to the point that he'd glare at you if you charged at him and say hello before threatening them.

History

War was born with a name but has since forgotten it, he spent his time in his parents herd happily playing with the other foals, until one afternoon while playing with some colts and fillies, one which he had once had a crush on. A white stallion with peircing brown eyes seemed to charge from nowhere and struck the foals killing the lot, the white stallion looked to War and smirked uttering "you're next" in a blind fury the colt lashed at the older stallion but was ultimatly defeated before getting an offer to either join the white stallion or chase him till one of the two died, he gave no responce and the white ran off with a rampaging black stallion chasing after him shouting out the whites name, the name that haunts him "Berserker"

It wasn't long after that War bolted in the direction of the white despite his still healing wounds, he was weaned and new to graze and drink water when he needed, but what to do in winter, he was still unsure about it but figured he could ask any passing horses he met.

As he travelled and grew he began to get more anti-social by the week, till one day, he came across another horses and didn't utter a single word, just stood there and glared till they got the point and left. As he was walking through an unknown herd territory he heard the pounding hooves of a rival horse and looked to the sound expecting Berserker, but instead it was a buckskin stallion, one who's name he heard in his travels, Spirit. It was obvious Spirit thought that War was a threat, the two faught for a while till Spirit stopped the fight and asked War if he was who he thought he was. War was amazed, he was becoming well known for his hunt for Berserker, he simply nodded but spoke to the buckskin asking if the white stallion had passed. Spirit gravely noddded and explaned that his heard was attacked not one day ago, he had lost three mares and sadly, one newborn foal.

The news enraged War as he bid his farewell to spirit before turning and smiling a tad, thanking him for the fight, new scars and the information on Berserker before he bolted off in the direction Berserker was seen going. He knew he was getting closer and that he was getting faster and stronger as the fights went on, countless clashes between other stallions and Berserker had given this horse heaps of scars.

Many don't know his history, often thinking that he's a horse of war, battle or death, most are surprised when they hold up a decent conversation with War. He is still hunting for the white stallion, Berserker, and still gaining scars