

Phantasma
Basics
Name: Phantasma
Nicknames: Phanta/Phantom
Gender: Female
Height:15hh
Age:3 yrs
Breed:Mustang
Apearance
Color: Black Pintaloosa
Coat: Black Genotype: ?
Eyes: Blue(Right) Brown(Left) Hooves:Tan
Mane:White Tail: White
Markings: Crooked Blaze, Tobiano Pinto/Spotted Blanket, left front sock, and stockings.
Other Distinct Characteristics: Two different colored eyes, her forlock and most of her mane is always sticking up, and part of her paint markings are shaped like a howling wolf.
Description: To most, Phantasma is a bit freaky looking even ghastly. She has two different colored eyes, her mane and tail look like they are always in the wind even when there is none, and her eyes are so wide she looks almost crazy. She's so odd she's almost unreal, like a ghost.
Personality
Likes: Keeping to herself, quiet, a little company, the wind, looking at the sky, and good friends.
Dislikes: Humans, ropes, fences, liars, lies, horses betraying her trust, too much company, ice, and predators.
Fears: Storms, loud noises, being surounded by strangers.
Phantasma is young and a bit naive, she has a lot to learn. Yet she knows well enough not to judge others by their apearance. Shes not trusted by many simply because of her apearance, and knows well enough not to trust just anyone. She is curious as well, as careful. She is kind and goodheatred, but prefers to keep to herself and is usually very cautious.
Relationships
Gray: One of her few friends and horses she trusts. She met him when she was caught by wranglers and both shared the sorrow of being unwanted by everyone and never sold.
Spirit: One of her friends and few horses she trusts. He gained her trust after freeing her, took the young filly under his wing and convinced her to join his herd.
Esperanza: The older mare waslike a grandmother to her and the two have a lot in common, including be seperated from their original herd.
Spirit Relation: Phantasma was seperated from her family by wranglers and was trapped in the same place as the old grey/Grey(Game Character). Spirit gained her trust and freed her.
Bio/History
Phantasma was from a small herd who lived in a forest, among many mountains. She was the freakiest looking foal you ever saw. Her mane ant tail stuck out all the time her eyes were very very wide and she was the living image of a ghost. So her mother named her Phantasma, and she loved her. Most of the foals in the herd thought her stange and sometimes tried to avoid her, especially the young ones who were frightened by her apearance. She was definately wild looking.
One day their hidden mountain herd was discovered by something even more strange to the small herd-Wranglers. The horses had never seen or had any encounter of any kind with humans before. It frightened them. They were helpless and were rounded up, seperated and sold. Phantasma was only a year old. She lost her herd, her parents, her whole family. Everyone was sold but- not Phantasma. People took one look at her wild look and said: "That one's gotta be trouble." She was the only one left, and was too young to be riden or broken by the wranglers yet. They tried getting her to calm down, but she never would. She trusted no one. Horses came and went, a year passed and all were wary of her. Then there was the old one, Grey. He never minded.
The old grey, the same old grey that respected and was rescued by Spirit from wranglers. He knew better than to be afraid of a two year old filly. They became good friends. For a long time they were the only horses there. Thats when the golden stallion came. He had been caught by wranglers before, but not like this they had never left him in a corral. Only the cavalry had done that. Of course the old Grey spoke to Spirit, he was friendly enough. The old horse shared his concerns withSpirit about not ever being sold. Phantasma did not speak to him, even if the old grey did. Grey was wise and could tell Spirit was horse they could trust. Phantasma did not care. She didn't like putting trust in strangers. Spirit wanted to be free again, he said he needed to find his herd and rescue them. Phantasma guessed they were the large herd f horss that had been so sad and silent thy did not even glance her. They had come before Spirit. Who cared about them? She ad thought, wasn't their problem. But Grey was worried about being sold. Yet at the same time knew no way out of Snakefingers pit. Phantasma had herd the two talking when suddeny she heard rocks falling.....they were free!