Post by Admin on Apr 17, 2016 15:11:31 GMT
Rebekah
Age: 3
Gender: Mare
Wanderer
Height: 15.3hh
Neutral
Black(Ee/aa), Deep blue eyes, Star and Snip, dark gray hooves,
Quarab
Personality
Rebekah definitely wouldn't be considered the average moody mare. Defining and representing the very idea of strength and courage, she is one of a kind. When others doubt her skills, she will make sure they never forget the accomplishes she can make on her own. Rebekah also has an overwhelming feeling to protect her only family, which effects most of her decisions. In the past, she has tried to escape the grasp of her brother, but to no avail. While she isn't good or evil, she is more dark-minded than expected. You wouldn't expect a large smile and a sweet-toned voice to turn into a distraught voice with a furious temper. An overwhelming sense of betrayal lurks over her shoulder thanks to her paranoid self-absorbed brother, and due to this, she has a fair amount of trust issues. If she feels the slightest bit of distrust, and feels like you're going to turn your back on her, she won't hesitate to call you out for it and attack you. Rebekah doesn't hesitate to making things become more violent than they need to be, and this is probably due to her past.
Traits; Strong, Courageous, Violent, Paranoid.
History
As humans continued to use horses for their battles with each other, and the battles became more bloody, a shortage of horses were soon created. Finding the best mares of the army in Northern Kentucky, the two-legged soon set up a breeding farm that was extremely successful for their needs, creating many foals - although it still took 11 months- to go to war. Usually they would train the colts at two years of age, and leave the fillies with their mothers to become breeding horses. Soldiers began to go around nearby farms and ask them to give up their livestock for the war, in which they fell upon Rebekah. At just a year old, born from two black Quarab's known as Allah and Missy, their second foal, she was the farmer's pride and something he had kept secret from the army. Instead of having a spunky little filly that's too attached to her mother, Rebekah was a fighter, a dreamer. You could see the fire lighting up her deep blue eyes. She didn't play with others, she observed their every action, and would later come after them with even better movements. The owner believed she picked on the others, and knew that she was a true war horse. The army found her in a back stall, hidden as her midnight pelt hid her in the shadows, and Rebekah didn't hesitate to go. She knew her brother was in the war and wanted to meet him, however, at only a year old, she still had to wait a long time to train.
After being taken and trained, the two-legged decided to put Rebekah into battle. Of course, there was an uprising from some soldiers because she was a mare and could possibly get harmed easier, but only few knew how high she could really hold her head. Rebekah didn't care what the humans wanted, she wanted to just look for her brother, but it seemed he wouldn't be in this battle. Within the first 30 minutes, her rider had been shot down and half of her battalion was deceased, which frightened Rebekah. The black mare didn't think she would see so many deceased here, and to make it even worse, so many of her own kind deceased. Drowning and sinking into the mud, tangling up in the barbed wire, being shot down..She didn't dare bother going back home. With her shocked mind, she focused on finding her brother so she wouldn't lose her sanity.
To her luck, she found him not far off, roaming the plains. He too, had lost his rider and had nowhere to go. The idea of returning home was brought up, but they ended up going further into the wilderness. However, Toxic had become ruthless, and very self-absorbed, putting himself before everything, and Rebekah left him several times to travel on her own, but his troubles always brought her back.