“BOURBON”

//Name -

Bourbon/Bonny

//Name Meaning - 

Also called bourbon whiskey. a straight whiskey distilled from a mash having 51 percent or more corn. 

//Breed - 

American Paint Horse (pure)

//Age - 

Depends, but in RP he is 2

//Gender - 

Stallion/male

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MARKINGS || COAT || EYES || LOVLEY UNIQUE STUFF

//Paint/Face Markings - 

Thin strip of white around his mane and tail, a star shaped snip on his nose.

//Coat Color -

Black and White 

//Eye Color - 

Rather deep brown witch reflects red in the light.

//Unique Markings -

His white paint markings run along his mane and tail, giving him an ‘unreal’ look. 

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HERD || LOCATION || FAMILY || FRIENDS/ENEMIES || LOVERS/FOALS

//Herd Location/Name/Rank - 

Loner

//Location - 

Lurks around the Calvary’s  land.

//Family Tree - 

His parents were breeding horses in Mississippi, he doesn’t remember anything about them, not even how he got to where he is.

//Friends/Enemies - 

-open-

//Lovers -

Delighted Jazz - a little crush of his

-open-

//Mate -

-closed-

Foals - 

-open-

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PERSONALITY || RELATION || HISTORY || INTENTIONS 

Personality -

Overconfident, crazy, and dare devilish are some words that describe this fiery stallion. Bourbon isn’t the most reliable or even the slightest bit responsible, he only takes for himself and don’t like to have to look after others. He a flirt, with any mare he will make her feel like the only one then whip, he’s gone. Within friends he only trusts few, probably ones who have saved his butt in some Calvary chase.

Relation To Spirit - 

none

History - 

Bourbon doesn’t remember much of his history, he felt that history is history and there isn’t a way to change it so why remember it? Of course he cant forget much of anything so that point doesn’t help him, he will just end up not caring about it. When he was a foal, the humans marveled about his distinct coat and immediately started spreading that they had the most beautiful horse alive. As a result, he was stolen at the age of one. Then in the dirty hands of some bandits, they took him somewhere where they could make good money off of him. Bourbon began to grow a lot faster then these bandits had expected, only a year or so later he was almost full grown. The bandits had found a buyer, the Calvary but he didn’t stay there long.

Not to long after he had been sold and brought to the Calvary, Bourbon had met a mare. She was wild in fact, and beautiful too. He found her name to be Memory, Memory was just the opposite of Bourbon. Sweet and calm she was one of those perfect as a picture horses, Bourbon did just what any other stallion would do, he escaped the Calvary and ran away with Memory. Memory then brought him into the indians witch he hated. Leaving her there heartbroken he ran back to the Calvary lands, he didn’t rejoin the Calvary although they try to catch him every time they see him. Deciding to stay there and fend for himself not trusting any horse, he made that his living. Playing with the Calvary and then playing around with other loner horses. 

Intentions - 

I have an idea for my wittle guy here, but as you can see he probably won’t take on a real mate for a good while.