Name: Ian (Also called Tobin)
Age: 11
Breed: Nevada mustang
Coat: Faded cremello
Parents: ??? X ???
Siblings: Lilly (Open to make) Arwen
Mate: Will be Moat
Foals: Joker (Open to make) Hess (Open to make) La Lune
Friends: Anthony (BEST), Charlie (Kind of a rival xD), Cosette, Comet's Tale
Character: Ian's a joker. He loves making his best friend laugh and he believe's that laughter is the best medicine. He's not very good around mares, unless he's making them laugh. Ian is a caring stallion and he's always there for Moat. His smile is soft and sweet, and he doesn't judge mares on their appearance. Other horses tease him sometimes, but he has learned just to laugh them off.
Likes: Moat, running, making horses laugh
Dislikes: When people tease him, Anthrax
Fears: Anthrax (It's true xD)
Voice: Ian Hecox <3333333333333
Theme song: Army of Two ~ Olly Murs
Bio:
It all started on a beautiful summers day. A white mare (my mother) was nuzzling her newborn colt. She led him into her herd, and showed him off to her father. The proud parents watched as her son bounded through the grass, not noticing the jealous mares whispering.
"He looks nothing like Annie or Darko!"
"It's a bad sign" and more stupid things like that. When I reached the age of 1, my father showed me my future land. It was a beautiful herd. Mares scattered across a lush grassy plain. The setting sun far in the distance, half covered the the sloping mountains that curved up a valley. Everything was perfect until it happened.
Deep down in the very heart of the darkest forest some members from another herd set fire to the forest's beautiful trees. My father spotted the dark smoke climing into the air and gasped. He galloped down to the mares,
"Run! Run all of you!" He assumed that I was back with my mother, but I wasn't I had went by myself to explore. I saw the mares galloping away and panicked, screaming for my father. I began to gallop toward him, the fire close behind. My father saw me and gulped. "Come Ian, run!" I reached my father in time and he picked me up, sliding me onto his back. He galloped away from the fire and any danger at all, taking me to the safety of my mother.
I grew up more cautious and alert, but after a while I began to loosen off a little and learn to enjoy myself again. The older I grew, the more happier, funnier and faster I was. I was always challenging my best friend Anthony to a race, but he always won. I soon became bored of herd life and wanted to do something better, so I set off..
Render (C) AngelTrouble
Design, Adopted from (C) Dakotah (I got permission to change his name c: )