Name: Evene

Nickname: Eve

Name Origin: Irish

Pronounciation: Eve-een

Age: Adult, about 4 

Height: 15.3

Weight: 1,130

Gender: Female

Breed: Mustang (Thoroughbred influence)

Color: Bustermilk Buckskin Sabino

Mane & Tail: Dark Brown

Eye Color: Dark Blue  

Markings: Stripe, Sabino Stockings

Unnatural Markings: Ring around right eye, three x's on right hip, Stripes across nose

Sire: Unknown

Dam: Isadora

Siblings: None

Friends: Spirit, Brisa

Enemies: None

Mate: None yet

Exmate: None

Crush: Badr

Crushers: Dylan

Personality: Evene is a mare with a big trust problem. She is very friendly and sweet, but this side is only apparent when she get's used to someone. At first she can seem outright rude but she does this to ensure that she can trust the other horse before she gets close to them, not to be a you know what. Her heart is huge and she loves to have fun.

Likes: Foals, Indians, Badr, Taking long walks

Dislikes: Cavalry, Whips, Guns 

History: Evene was born during a chilly fall morning in a low valley away from the Cimarron herd. Evene's father, an unknown bay stallion, took off during the night after he had realized what he had done (forced Evene's mother, Isadora, to breed with him). Evene didn't have a male model in her life, as Strider had died before she was born, so she developed a close relationship with her cousin, Spirit, and looked up to him as a big brother. Evene had a happy foalhood... until she was captured. Evene's family was grazing one day when men on horse back started chasing the herd, trying to round up horses for the cavalry. Evene ran as fast as she could but was quickliy threw to the ground when she got one of her legs roped. A sharp stick was pointing up out of the ground, and when she fell, it sug into her cheek, ripping into her face. She screamed in pain and for help, but the herd was too far ahead to hear her cries. When she got to her feet, the men led her, blood dripping from her face, to the cavalry base where she was to be trained for battle. 

The men tied Evene so they could bandage her up. She couldn't resist, they had tied her legs and head, and cleaned the wound with peroxide. After her wound healed, Evene was taken into the round pen to start training. Her training went well until a couple months later she was introduced to the whip. The man who was not satisfied with the results, so her started to whip her. The other cavalry men heard her neighs and raced to her rescue. That man was sent to the gallows. Another trainer was assigned to Evene, but he was quickly hung when he shot at her but missed and hit the Sergaint. The last night Evene spent in the cavalry, the captains quarters caught on fire, sending the wholeplace up in smoke. Evene escaped unscathed. Over the next two weeks, Evene, wandered in the wild, looking for her herd until she was captured by the indians. Evene grew to love the indians, trusting them completely. She planned to stay in the tribe for the rest of her life. But her plans were ruined when a different cavalry base raided the village, killing her beloved indians. She was so distressed that she ran through the night. 

Evene had stopped in a forrest late at night. She was going to lay down and sleep wjen she was attacked by a cougar. The cougar jumped on her, cutting her deep. She ran and bucked with all her might, trying to rid the cougar. The cougar lost it's grip and fell onto the ground, Evene struck him in the temple and killed it. Evene fell to the ground by the river with a painful neigh, waiting and wishing someone would here her. She drifted in and out of consiousness wuntil she saw a dark figure approching. The last thing she remembered was saying please help me before she blacked out. 

Relation to Spirit: She is his cousin and he acted as an older brother.

Voice: Cassidy Pope

Song: None yet

Lines: Blackhorsebeth

Background: Dreamworks