"Don't wait for the perfect moment, take the moment and make it perfect."

 

"Cider"

 

 

Nickname: none (open by relations)

 

Gender: Stallion

Age: Depends when used.

Breed: American Mustang

 

Color: Silver Sooty Palomino

Markings: combined star and stripe, irregular snip, and four leg markings

Patterns: n/a

Eye Color: Navy Blue

 

Height: 15.3 hh

Weight: average

Build: Sturdy

 

 

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Sire: Unknown Mustang Rogue (OPEN to be made)

Dam: Unkown Mustang Mare (was caught and adopted out by the BLM) (OPEN to be made)

 

Full Sibling(s): Whiskey (c) Myself

Half Sibling(s): none known

 

Crush: none

Crusher: none (open)

 

Mate: none (possibly open)

Foals: none.

 

Nephew: Captain (c) SweetAngel

Niece: Vivian (c) Myself

 

Friend(s): Echo (c) SweetAngel (open)

 

 

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Status: Wild

 

Herd: Raining Hills Herd

Rank: Guardian

 

Birth Place: Utah Mountain Range

Current Place: RHH

 

Likes: Order, having a good laugh, his sister, talking to Echo, playing with his sister's two foals, having Captain tag along with him, playing the sweet uncle with Vivian, protecting the herd alongside Echo

Dislikes: humans, harm coming to those he loves, chaos

Fears: losing the ones he loves, not being able to protect those close to him

 

 

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Relation to Spirit: met Esperanza while looking for Whiskey

 

 

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Personality: Cider is a charming fellow who uses his head before his brawn. He never rushes into something unless there is no other choice. He's a rather gentle and easygoing stallion, living in the moment and worrying about everything else. He's a pretty sturdy shoulder to lean on if you ever need it and is always reliable if you need help.

 

 

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History:

 

Cider had more time with his father than Whiskey did and knew that he loved them both dearly, especially their mother. But fate decided to separate the small family when a group of bachelor stallions came through and stole the herd his mother was in.

 

Cider and Whiskey had been spared from the abuse that would have come from the new leaders. For their mother had them hide. Cider was a two year old then, knowing enough to keep him and his sister alive. From then on Cider raised his little sister, maturing way quicker than most colts his age. Though he still had his own charming side.

 

(to be coninued)

 

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