"I'm torn between who I want to be, who I should be, and who I am."

Name: Pallescere
Nickname: Pally, Scer
Birth Name: Pallescere
Meaning: Light that gradually fades and disappears.
Reason: His coat is like the last rays of sun on a cloudy day.
Age: 7
Height: 18.3 
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Mustang / Clydesdale X ???
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Relations
Dam: Iala
Adoptive Dam: None
Sire: ???
Adoptive Sire: None
Siblings: Nebula (Deceased)
Crush: None
Crushers: None
Mate: None
Foals: None
Adoptive Foals: Percy (C) White Knight
Friends: None
Herd: None
Rank: Loner
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Personality and Traits, and Appearance
Personality: Pallescere is a quiet, calculating stallion. He knows every battle move like
the back of his hoof, but he is in fact a huge softie. He loves foals and is gentle as could
be, despite his scary appearance. However, because of the things he's done in his life he
believes he doesn't deserve a mate and children. He tried to make up for the bad acts he
had committed by looking after those in need, but truthfully he will never be free of his dark
past. A soft, gentle aura seems to eminate from him.

Likes: Long quiet walks through the forest, taking care of others
Dislikes: Violence, Aggressive Horses, Thinking about his past.

Appearance:Pallescere is a stocky, strongly built stallion with a thick, scruffy coat and
long feathers. His mane and tail are messy and uneven, with the only long parts of his
mane being his forelock and a few long stands in sections along his crest. His left ear is torn at the top where his fighting tag was ripped out, and his coat is a smoky cremello with
brindle markings.
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BIO
Pallescere was born right into the fighting industry. The fighters had bought his mother
for a decent amount after the shocking success of his older sister, Ghost as the men called
her. Iala had been horrified when her daughter had been taken to fight against stallions
twice her size, urged on by the strange, alcohol-scented men that waved their skinny arms
in a frenzy. The silver dapple brindle was doubly terrified when the men had purchased
her while Pallescere was developing in her belly, a result from a breeding at the cavalry.
The creamy colt grew up with the constant scent of blood in his foal-sensitive nostrils, his aqua eyes
growing used to taking in the sorry sight of the clanking metal pens, their occupants caked
in dirt and dried blood each day.

He was barely weaned from his mother and still showing
all his colt features, with long gangly legs and a lanky frame. His eyes grew wide with
terror as he was shoved into the round center pen, which smelt strongly of death. A huge
bay stallion paced at the other side of the ring, his nostrils flared and eyes glazed with
madness. Pallescere cowered against the rusty rails, only for a man to give him a solid whack
on the rump that sent him leaping forward in shock. He shot right into the big bay before
he could stop, and menace flared in his opponent's eyes.

The fight was long and horrendous, going on until nightfall. Pall's sides burned with
wounds and his legs felt heavy as cement, but he kept going, kept dodging- he knew it
was his only chance of survival. Soon his smoky coat faded into the cloudy night, true to his
namesake, and for the first time he had some kind of advantage. The bay stallion lashed
out wildly at the shadows, his movements clumsy and heavy. Clearly he was as exhausted
as the colt, but refused to give up. By some miracle Pallescere managed to keep going until his
opponent collapsed onto the ground, bleeding and unable to move. The colt cringed and
flinched away, pressing again the railing as he trembled, then everything went black as he
passed out onto the blood stained dirt.

Pallescere made it through the night, but the bay stallion was not so lucky. Pallescere grew
into a huge stallion, becoming a renowned fighting horse in the cruel business. He soon
had a younger brother, Nebula. Every night that he didn't fight the stallion's sleep was non
existent as he settled onto his knees and stared ahead blankly. At what, exactly, no one
knew. Hanks of his mane had been torn out by clacking teeth, and scars criss-crossed his
once handsome pelt, although most were thankfully covered by his thick coat. Occasionally, wild horses wandered over to the fighting pens, only to
repulse in disgust and fright as they caught sight of the battling horses and yelling men.

Then, one day, the unimaginable happened.
Pallescere was in the fighting ring once again, tuning out the sounds of drunken men and the
shouting as they placed what he assumed was bets on the winner. He stared at the
entrance to the pen, waiting for the poor horse that would be his opponent. The gate
opened, and a lanky deep brown yearling, already covered with scars, was ushered in.
Aqua eyes met, and Pallescere felt as though he had been kicked in the stomach, his blood
turned to ice with horror. It was Nebula. His own little brother.

Before he knew what was happening, Nebula had thrown himself into his brother, sending him
crashing into the ground. The brindle stallion pulled himself together- he had to fight.
He scrambled back to his hooves, coming back at Nebula hard and fast- it's would be best
to end this quickly.

It wasn't long before Nebula was writhing on the ground beneath his hooves. "Forgive me,
my brother." Pallescere choked out, then ended the yearling's short life. Nebula's brown form
slumped and lay still as the cremello backed away, madness gnawing at his mind.
Nebula. Poor, poor Nebula. He had never deserved that fate.
Pallescere had killed his own brother.
He had to get out of there. Nebula has been the last straw, that straw that broke the camel's back. The huge smokey cream brindle stallion thrashed in the battle pen, bursting into a
gallop and throwing himself with all his might into the rails. The men backed away, jaws
agape with shock. Fade dashed back and forth, crashing around until the fence finally
started to give way. He instantly busted through it, ignoring the sharp stab of agony in his
legs as he fixed his gaze on trees in the distance. Freedom.
At last, just when he though the cries of men as they pursued him would never fade away,
he found himself in a silent clearing, by a pond. He dipped his head and gulped thirstily at
the cool, clean water that had never tasted so delicious and refreshing, before he
collapsed into a deep sleep of the mossy bank.
When Fade woke, he simply lay for a while, thinking hard. What would he do now? Where
would be go? Shaking his head, he got to his hooves, deciding to cross those bridges
when he came to them, so to speak. He set off across a large plain filled with lush grass,
and he took hungry mouthfuls as he walked. He would travel, he decided. Help any in need and learn the true meaning of being free, and to redeem his lost childhood.
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Credits 
Drawing and Design (C) Me

 BG (C) Dreamworks
Relation to Spirit: His father and mother were/are cavalry horses. 

Note: This is not a stolen character. This is -FlightOfChaos-'s new account, and Pallescere is a revamped version of Fading Light c: