(As my first character on SS, I hope you enjoy him! <3 I love him dearly, with his design, and he is my horsesona! Enjoy!)

Name: Sherlock

Birth Name: Sherlock

Show Name: That's Elementary, Dear Watson!

Name Meaning: Unknown

Gender: Male

Breed: Thoroughbred

Eye Color: Pale Blue

Main Color: Black

Mane/Tail Color: Black

Markings:

• Stripe: Whiteish-gray
• Muzzle: Pinkish
• Stockings: Whiteish-gray

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Personality: Sherlock is quite decieving. Although, his looks may charm, he is known to twist the tale around just a little bit. He alwyas is quite intelligent, knowing many things most of his companions knew. He can sympathic towards others, but doesn't prefer to show it. Most of the time, he is often known for spacing out, and showing a certain quietness to people. His self-determination gets the best of him sometimes, as he often will charge head first into things that he actually doesn't understand at all. His loyalty, though, cannot be shaken as he will always be there for his friends and family. But his arrogance can also get him into the wrong places at the wrong time. His curiousity is actually one of his weaknesses as he is always trying to figure things out. He also has a certain shyness, as he never truly likes to reach out to people, but be involved in his own business. This shyness also comes from his stubborness as he refuses to communicate to ours, which makes it harder to befriend him. But once you befriend Sherlock, you notice his braeness also helps him do the most craziest of things.

Likes: Helping others - whenever he feels like it

Having friends by his side, or being accepted by others

His family

Being alone - sometimes - to think and study the little things

Giving advice

Dislikes: Seeing terrorisict things happen around him

Not being there for his friends

Losing the ones he loves

Being treated differently

Fears: Losing his friends/family

Failing himself and others

Losing his mind

Witnessing blood-shed

Strengths:  His mind

His curiousity - even though it can get him in trouble

Weaknesses: His inefficient to communicate

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Family:

Spirit:

Spirit is Sherlock's half-brother from their father's side. Strider is both of their fathers, and both do not get along that well. Spirit and Sherlock are complete opposites, and therefore always fought when they grew up. Both saw Esperanza as a mother. As Spirit took control of the herd, he kicked Sherlock out, leaving an ever lasting rivialry.

Strider:

Strider is Sherlock's father. He saw Sherlock as a usless son, and therefore when he met Esperanza, he left Sherlock with his son, Spirit, and Esperanza.

Mother: Unknown/ Open

Other Siblings: Unknown/ Open

Grand-sires: Unknown/ Open

Grand-Dams: Unknown/ Open

Uncles: Unknown/ Open

Aunts: Unknown/ Open

Nephews: Unknown/ Open

Nieces: Unknown/ Open

Friends:

Watson:

Sherlock's companion, and first true friend. He travels everywhere with Sherlock, and encourages him throughout his rough points.

Other Friends: Open

Other Companions: Open

Trinity:

He met her while trying to seek revenge upon Spirit. She was trying to seek revenge on Rain. So the two became allies, and worked together.

But maybe, just maybe, Sherlock liked her a little bit more than what he had hoped.

Render/Character (c) Horses101

Love Life:

Ex-Mates: None

Status: Single

Crush: He's kinda got one on Trinity (Open)

Crushers: Trinity

Mate: Not sure he wants one

Foals: Open

Enemies: None; Open

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Herd Name: ----

Past Herds: Been a loner

Herd Rank: -----

Mares: -----

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I was born on a cold, cold autumn night. The wind was high, and it whipped a cold rain against my skin as I opened my eyes for the first time. I heard whispers, as my pale blue eyes flickered opened. I remember my mother’s color, a light roan paint color. The tall grass, curled around my dark long legs, and my mother gently tapped my shoulder, and with a soft voice spoke to me, “MY dear Sherlock, we must go to cover. Come, my darling…” She said, and helped me stand, my legs were longer than most foals, so my mother had to guide me the entire way to a cave, where another foal born maybe hours before I, looked up at me, and approached me. The cave was large, and outside all the others sat under trees. There was one that hypnotized me, a stallion standing out in the rain, sniffing the air, and his dark gaze met mine. He was pitch black, and he gave me a soft smile, and then walked into the crowd of mares. A squeaky voice came from behind me, “Hey! I’m Watson! Who are you?” I turned my head to come touching noses with a colt with bright brown eyes. “Sh-erlock.” I squeaked out, and my mother came to my side proud that I had already spoken, and I backed up from the colt. He got down into a play position and his dark brown tail flicked around him. I could tell he wished to play, so I got down into the same position, giving him a slight grin. A sudden boom frightened me, and my ears dropped, and tucked my tail, and I ran under my mother’s belly. The other colt named Watson let out a small laugh, and came with me, and he bumped my shoulder, “It’s alright! Just some thunder, it ain’t going to hurt you!” I smiled towards him. The rest of the night, we played for as long as I could remember.

                In a few weeks, I had finally gained full control of my legs, and was galloping around the land we owned. Watson and I were already close friends, and we always enjoyed chasing each other around, but one day during my first weeks, that same black stallion approached me. I was actually frightened by him, but he basically took me away from Watson, and introduced himself as Strider, he then proceeded to explain to me he was my father. My father. It was a miracle, for my father was handsome, and strong. While I was still weak and fragile, and I couldn’t speak to the fillies at all, but for the whole day he taught me things, and showed me the land. My favorite part of the whole day was when he brought me to the top of the cliff in order to show me the view. It was amazing, until the fact I slipped slightly, almost falling towards my own death, but my father grabbed my small tail, and tugged me back up. For those moments, I thought my father truly cared about me.

Then came the first snow fall…I was in love. With snow, of course, and by this time I had many foal friends, and had befriended quite a few fillies. All of whom were thought to be heads over heels in love with me…but I always believed it was Watson. He was the better looking of the both of us. Well, at least in my mind, but we did have fillies chasing us everywhere we went. The first snowfall came somewhere around mid-December, and it was heavy. It came up to my shoulder blade, so it was a grudge to try and get around with the herd. We were moving our location nowadays because of the humans trying to catch some of us. We actually had a mare or two stolen in the middle of the night. My mother was worried that they would take me, or as she called me, ‘Her precious little angel’. My father was worried about losing my mother; I guess you could say they loved each other, more than he loved any other mare. I found them most of the time in the winter when I was playing with Watson nuzzling under a tree, all the fillies that followed us always giggled as they silently wished that either I or Watson would do that one day. They were actually quite annoying during the winter playtime as one or two would separate me and Watson, and then each of our own groups – usually having three or four fillies – would gather around us, asking who we liked, and demanding that they choose each one of them. They were pricks; I had an easier time keeping both my sanity and secrets, but Watson always got nervous, so each day at winter playtime, I rescued him as if he were a damsel in distress. Whenever I turned around, I got desperate looks from the fillies saying, ‘Rescue me! Rescue me!’ Blasted fillies were annoying.

Another week passed before anything exciting happened. Once more Watson and I were out to have our fun time, and once more fillies followed us, this time just three. As the snow had melted all away, and it was a horrific change for everyone, we all were a little sick. But that didn't stop me or Watson from enjoying ourselves.

Right about the time I turned a yearling is when everything in my life began to go down hill. My father, Strider, had fallen in love with another mare, one of the new ones. She was a pretty palimeno, but I didn't care for her. My father abadoned my mother, breaking her heart to the point of destruction. I had a strong hatred for this mare now, and she had been made lead mare. Taking the place of my mother. It angered me to no ends, I wished for her to just leave the herd, immediately. But she was pregnant. Just became pregnant too. It didn't matter to me, and it was a dry winter. No snow had come of early December, but me and Watson were looking at what the fillies had become and realized that something wasn't right as my father came rushing into the valley, and told us to run with all our might. Then I saw it - fire. Whatever my father had done, he was now paying for it - dearly. The whole forest was going to burn, and with chaotic energy the whole herd took off running, and I followed Watson in the back. The flames were literally eating away at our heels as it sped up as soon as it hit the grass. Suddenly a tree flee, preventing me and Watson to go ahead, so we took off into the flaming forest - our only escape. From there, we dodged many falling items, but the rest is the blur. I remember becoming frightened that I may never see my family again, but I had Watson. I also remember something about water, and then being guided out.

When I awoke from our long run, I was quite sore, and in complete pain. But I wasn't anywhere that a herd would live - I was in a Native American Tribe. I panicked quickly getting to my feet and looking around myself for Watson. I found him playing around with a human - a HUMAN?! Panicked I began to quiver, it's a terrible hapit really. I starred at Watson as if asking him why he would ever dare do this, and then a human came up from behind me. I reared, in a frigthened state, only to be relaxed by a soothing hand upon my face, and a soft whinney coming from a mare.

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Song: Getting' Live by Griz

Voice: Hugh Jackman