

Name: Naught
Nickmane: Dusty(because he has a brownish fur)
Breed: Thoroughbred
Age: 5
Gender: Male/Stallion.
Coat/Colour: Classic Champagne.
Markings: arrow; two socks.
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Parents: Unknown (OPEN)
Siblings: None (OPEN)
Mate/Crush: Aisha
Foals: None
Rider: Rosalie Torres.
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Homeland: Unknown.
Herd: None, he’s a ranch horse.
Likes: mares, fight, running, racing, apples, sun, bath, Rosalie, Whisper.
Dilikes: others stallions, humans, dogs.
Fears: Dogs.
Personality: It is a loner. For happiness does not need anyone or anything. He does not like the company of others, unless in exceptional circumstances. However, it is very suspicious of both the people and other horses. He loves to run and the only thing that gives him happiness.
History: Naught was born in a farm where horses were used only for work. A few months after birth, was pulled from his mother at the age of 1.5 years used for small business work. He had in his youth nor respite, as still used it to work.
When he finished 2.5 years, people started to use it as a horse timber. Naught worked alone, so he performed work for two horses. Every day, he had to do 10 courses from his farm to the city, 15km away. Although he had to carry a terrible amount of cargo, his master at all or did not give him pause. All the time he beat a horse whip on the back and legs to walk faster. With each step, naught more and more hated people.
One day, naught rebelled. And refused to leave the dugout. His master, he was not happy with it. As punishment, the man let the two dogs in his stall keepers in the backyard. The dogs attacked and bit him a stallion. After this meeting the horse's body were two scars on his stomach but the claws, the other on the rump.
The owner, decided to sell naught, because according to him, he was already useless. He went with him to the market. Just right there, and she was Rosalie. Seeing a neglected horse, decided to buy it. Washed his wounds and took him to have a little love in your life.
Relation to S-SotC: Lives in Cimmarron..