Name-Renesmee

Nicknames-Rene,Esme

Age-Varied,depends on how i use but mostly something like young adult

Gender-mare

Breed-Mustang x Spanish Mustang

Friends-Casanova,Avalon,Renegade,open

Step-Siblings-open

Crush-Barbossa(c)Kawaii-Batgirl,open

Crushers-open

Ex's-open

Parents-gone

Herd-she is seeking a herd

Foals-None

Likes-the moon,night,stars,star gazing,hanging out with friends,swimming,several stallions,knowing that she's been a good friend and been assured for that,helping others,the Lakotas.

Dislikes-Over reacting horses,outrageous situations,being angry,being disturbed,being mocked,very dry hay,very loud noises,wolves,cougars,bears and gernerally predators,being over protected and called as a loser,unuseful,stupid etc.

Personality-Renesmee is a quiet and calm mare,she's broken cause of some things that happened in her past which made her fragile and sensitive,she prefers staying alone at difficult times.Although,deep in her, she is strong and hardshelled but she's afraid to show it.She can't stand sadness and crying,so whenever somebody doesn't feel  bad,she's always there for them so they can have a shoulder to cry on.Esme is loyal,she won't tell secrets to others and she believes that will is better than force.One of the most important things to know about her is that she's spirited,if she sets a goal she will achieve it no matter what.It's hard to befriend her because she doesn't trust easily even though she's pretty naive.

Bio-*Renesmee talking*I was born in the Lakota village,back then the days were perfect,everything was peaceful.My everyday life was to play with the children and run all around the village playing and examining everything.I was thirsty for knowledge,well...too thirsty.One day i went too far,there were some men,with blue suits and horses with cutmane and tail,they had the US mark on their shoulders.My mother had told me about them,that they were from the cavalry and that they were very dangerous for young foals like me.I could barely remember that when i saw them.Anyway,i started approaching them secretly when one man yelled "Look!a foal!" he shouted,I saw them taking out their lassos and heir guns.Then I bounded off back to my mother,very fast and crying.When i found her i warned her and we started running towards the village.I remember my father standing at the edge of the village waiting for us,My mother explained him everything and he pawed to the ground trying to alarm the Lakotas-It was too late-The cavalry men were now many more,around 20 to 30.They killed the Lakotas and my father,they seperated me from my mother and destroyed my life.After that,for a few years I was wandering alone,in the wild until i ended back to the village,it wasn't destroyed,there were people,dogs,animals,kids-I was surprised but i ran towards them.They all welcomed me warmly and painted on me,Within that and the next month I had seen that Little Creek had brought a new stallion,everytime i was about to meet him he ran to Rain.I had noticed that he was intrested on her so i let him,until one night i approached him and introduced my self.His name was Spirit and he was pretty good.One day he took Rain and left back to his homeland,after two days I followed them and joined their herd,there I met 3 other horses :Avalon,Casanova and Renegade.Each of them had a diffrent personality and lifestyle-They all caught my eye and we became good friends.Now,i am enjoying my life in the cimarron herd but I'm about to leave because I want to meet new horses from oher herds and find a mate.It's difficult,but i will make it and i'm sure that i'm going to have a happy family someday.