Basic:

Name:  Slater     Name Meaning: type of stone

Nicknames: None

Age: Foal- yearling

Gender: Colt

Breed: Spanish Mustang

Coat: Slight dapple gray with a bit of fleabitten/bloodly shoulder areas

Eye Color: Darkish green with a dark brown ring

Height: with be 15 hands

Personal:

Personality: Slater is a charming and smooth talking colt even though he is still quite young. He is kind by nature and very tough. Like this mother he loves to play and can be overly stubborn. He wants to be like his father so he often favors fillies or colt when it comes to playing. He can sometimes be hard to keep in one place and will often disappear if you're not paying attention.

Likes: Spending time with his mother and father, trying to copy his father, play games with other foals, Fillies, trying to when over fillies, watching the clouds, water, racing his mother.

Dislikes: Fighting, bullies, full of themselves horses

Fears: Losing his family, death, snakes, big bugs(though he tries to hide it XD)

Relationships:

Sire: Dagger   Dam: Annabell

Siblings: None    Half-Siblings: None

Other relatives: Unknown       

 Mate: Too young  

Love Interest/Lover: Too young   Crush/Crushers: (Open)

Best Friends: (Open) Friends: Neoptolemus(Open)

Mares: Too young

Foals:

Too young

Home:

Herd: Grasslands Herd   

Rank: Son of band stallion  Lead Mare: Annabell

Band Stallion: Dagger

Connections:

Role Model: Dagger   Role Model To: None

History:

            Slater was born in early spring. His birth was a difficult one for his mother and she became very weak. It was hours before he came into the world and his mother wasn't able to get to her feet. He laid beside his mother wandering if she would be alright. When morning came and his mother had still yet to get up. A Large dappled stallion appeared looking concerned. At first Slater was frightened by his stallion who he would soon learn to be his father. The stallion nudged his mother and when she opened her eyes she gave him a warm smile. With his father's help his mother finally stood up but she leaned against the large stallion for support.

            With a bit of trouble the wobbly Slater got to his own feet. His mother did get strong again and Slater and her would race across the land playing games as she taught him so much. He often would watch his father and try to copy him which his mother found very funny.(more as he grows)

Spirit Relation/Credit:

His mother talks about him somethimes.