Benedict

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BENEDICT ____________________________________

AGE
Ten years old.

GENDER
Stallion.

PERSONALITY
Benedict is a bit of a kook. He's not the sweetest guy at first, but that's just because he doesn't really like meeting new horses. (But I suppose that will be a problem here, because he is the new one around town.) He is a bit stand-offish, and doesn't like to reveal too much about his history or who he is. He has a huge attitude, and if his bad buttons are pushed, it could mean trouble. Other than that, he is the world's biggest sweetheart (if you mean anything to him) and he's protective over the ones he loves. He's a big family man, and loves to lead others.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Benedict is a big stallion, standing sixteen hands high. He is of an ebony coloring, and has thick feathering around all of his hooves. His tail is of black coloring as well, wavy, and touching the ground. It flows out beautifully behind him when he runs, or prances around even. His mane is also of black coloring, and wavy, and is long just like his tail. His body is muscular, and well-built, made for fighting and powerful kicks.

HISTORY
Benedict was born in the harsh climate of Oregon. The state that is always raining or snowing, and is hardly ever sunny. He basically grew up in the darkness, causing his undesirable personality. His mother was a doll, and always taught Benedict to be respectful, but Benedict took after his father instead. His father was a cold, hard stallion. He loved only his family, and cared for no one else. He would put anyone down that was worth it, and looked down on the weak. He was a powerful stallion, and he knew it. Benedict admired his dad, more than usual admiration went, and since he was a mere colt, Benedict has grown more and more like his sire.

Benedict has never been a leader of a herd, but he could do it well, and he knows it. He doesn't want a big family, nor does he care for it. Where he grew up, you trusted no one. Benedict got in many fights through the years, unaware that violence was never the answer. Even if Benedict knew that, he wouldn't care. Benedict left to come here, and find someone that he could hopefully trust and care for. Anyone that can see the real him underneath all the hate.