"Take me to that old familiar place

Take me to memories we won't erase

Take me to all that we had

Good and bad"

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Origin of the name: Unknown; there is no meaning

Nicknames: Vossy, Kou, VK

Gender: Stallion

Age: Near adolencency - Adult

Breed: Peruvian Paso / Quarab

Coat: Scal bay with light underbelly. Brindle markings. Apron face. irregular stockings

Eyes: Pumpkin

Extras: Two scars on his right cheek. Golden hair accessories and ear clips.Black feathers tipped with white.

Voice Actor: Kallen Lutz (Emmett from Twilight)

Themes: Never forget You  Bleeding Out  Eyes Wide Open  Tiptoe  Beautiful Girl  Take it All Away  Paridise  Howl

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Family & Relationships

Sire: Unknown | Dam: Unknown

Siblings: Open

Allies: Open  |Friends: Open

Rivals: Open | Worst Enemy: Open

Role Model: None | Role Model to: Open

Main Love Interest: Marry Shaw | Mate: Closed for now

Crush(es): Open | Crush(es) outside the herd: Open

Crush(es) on him: Open  | Crushe(s) on him outside the herd: Open

Mares: Open | Breeding status: Open

Relation to Spirit: His village was allies with the Lakota village.

Foals: Open

Relations:

-Image coming soon-

Marry Shaw

His everything ever since he joined The Colors, even though he does not commonly show it. He would risk his life for her, and will stick by her side through thick and thin until he dies.

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Homelands

Past homes: A small village located near the Lakota village hidden well within a large opening surrounded by pine forests.

 Present Herd/Group: The Colors

Lead Mare: Marry Shaw

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Personality traits & Lifestyle

Strength: Not letting emotions effect him, especially when it comes to rash decisions.

Weakness: Ignoring something when it's in danger.

Hobbie: Patrolling borders and following Marry Shaw when she collects from the humans.

Obsession: Rain and storms

Fear: Fire and the calvery

Likes: having jewelary, watching rain and lightning, fighting other stallions, protecting foals, chasing off danger, flirting with mares, puzzles or situations where he has to solve something, thinking quickly, being praised, villagers, young children, the sound of running water, berries and morning grass, being around Marry Shaw, warm-breezy evenings, Summer and fall, campfires.

Dislikes: Watching things burn, pain and suffering, gunshots, the smell of wild fires, other animals besides equines, being forced to do things, his scars, when other stallions beat him, dry food, wrong decisions, obnoxious horses, extremely cold weather.

Persona: Dedicated to everything he sought to protect in his life. Good natured and never loses his temper unless he sees something suffering for no cause. With his calm stature comes an unspoken flirtatious and egoistic attitude that he likes to flaunt about every so often, but never around Marry Shaw. He can easily manilupate decisions to weak-minded horses, but keeps the talent to himself. With a depressing past, he tends to seclude himself from much of the world around him besides the village he and the group get their items from and the area in which he lives. A surprising aspect is that he loves to fight-sparring of course. Death and suffering is not tolerated by him, so causing major damage is only used for life-or-death situtaions. Only a few see the jolly and humorous stallion he locks up inside himself, instead hiding it with a serious and mysterious image.

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History

Born on a pleasent dusk in one of the village's most peaceful times, Voskou had not a care in the world during his foalhood. The village was nestled secretly within the depths of a dense pine forest, where only the Lakota village knew of it's location, keeping it a secret from the calvery whenever they asked of other villages. His father was a male that snuck into the village in the middle of the night and mated with his dam, so he's never seen him in his life, and never thought to look. His mother on the other hand was protacting, caring, and was by the little foal throughout his whole childhood, never leaving his side and keeping him out of danger.

As Voskou began to grow into a well-muscled and handsome colt, he started to stray away from his mother, who was still smothering him with attention and protection. Eventaully, Voskou snapped as his mother to leave him alone, the quiet filly merely lowering her ears and trotting off into the forest. Guessing she was simply going on a trip to the waterfalls, the colt paid to mind to his missing mother. Instead, he spent his time now surrounding himself with mares, snuggling up to a different one every night until he gained and broke each mare's heart. As says passed, Voskou began have an itch in his mind that never went away; where was his mother? Luckily, one of the villagers took him riding into the forest that day, in which he ignored the human's orders and followed the smell of his mother. About a couple miles away from the village Voskou's legs grew weak as he saw the image of the filly laying lifeless in a small patch of grass, gashes and a gunshot wound seen all throughout her once beautiful bay fur. The villagers quickly understood that this was a warning from the calvery, and that they now know where the village is located. Even with his home under such turmoil, Voskou couldn't keep him mind off of his mother. It's my fault she's dead. I killed her. I was the one who sent her away.

Soon, the village decided to send someone to the Lakota village in hopes of taking refuge, and Voskou was chosen since he was the best for long travels, along with one of the hunters to send this messege. As the now nearly grown stallion trekked through the forest for hours, his mind was going blank of emotion and thought. Granted, he was with a trustworthy warrior, but this was not a companion, not someone he could talk to. Click. A foreign sound caused Voskou's ears to perk as he and the villager were nearly to the Lakota village. Turning his head, the last thing he heard was "You're too late." and the vision of a shiny object in a well-dressed man's hand until his ears split and numbness from the noise spread throught his body. Feeling weight being lost from his shoulders, to turned to look at the hunter laying dead beneath him, a bloody whole clean through his chest. Rearing, the stallion was able to escape the second gunshot, galloping straight towards the direction of his village, an uneasy feeling swelling up in the pit of his stomach. Sure enough, as the stallion returned, the only sight he saw was that of his village burned to the ground, some bright colored smolders still giving off heat against the now drizzlied atmosphere. There was not an alive soul to be seen, and Voskou knew this could no longer be his home.

As nearly a month passed of wondering aimlessly, fidning a few herds along the way and even taking time to mate with a few mares, but nothing was telling him to stay. Voskou finally cought the scent of other horses - and another village. Entering the area known as the Black Hills, the stallion first cought eye on a mesmirizing mare who was taking shiny objects from the village he smelled, curiosity caused the stallion to follow her. He kept hidden until the mare stopped in her tracts, her head turning straight in his direction. Amber eyes caused the stallion to melt, Voskou to hardly walk forward to introduce himself, but he cought his footing and managed to stamper up to the filly. Luckily, she seemed to take a liking to him, and he was quickly accepted into the band known as The Colors, a small group of horses that traveled throughout the west and northwest. He was acquired golden bands over his hair that were once wrist bands that the women of the village kept, along with ears clips that went around the side of his ear. This was his home, his sanctuary that kept everything he had left in the world safe from harm. There's now nothing he wouldn't do to protect it. Until death.

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Headshot (c) Spirit and Dreamworks

Body photo (c) Myself - with the help of some references

Please no not copy, steal, or trace his body photo in any way.

Background (c) Dreamworks