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Basics

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Nickname None

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Age 4y

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Gender Stallion

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Breed Type Warmblood

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Physical Health Excellent

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Mental Health Excellent

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Appearance

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Height 18.2

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Coat Colour chimeric

Red dun roan flaxen Tobiano with silver black overo

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Eye Colour Blue

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Genotype ee/Aa/DD/RR/flfl/nT ++ Ee/aa/nZ/nO

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Distinguishing Markings overo/tobiano, chimeric (bought)    Has accessories (Crocodile skull with vine and raven feathers attached, vine around body with raven feathers), mane and tail have braids. 

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Personality

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Positive Traits:  

• Sure of himself
• Confident
• Assertive
• Ambitious
• Honest

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Negative Traits:  

• Cocky
• Challenges others
• Belittles others
• Questions others authorities
• Doesn't seem to have too many tolerances for physical touch

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Quirks/Fun Facts: He despises any who try to give him nicknames

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Name, Godbrand, nickname? None. Does not tolerate nicknames. Godbrand does not have patience to deal with indecisiveness and stupidity. He does not take too kindly to others who are hyper active or overly outwardly happy and have to rub it others faces. Godbrand is quiet as he assesses situations and others. As quiet as he can be, he is also blunt. He doesn't skate around any truth. He at times acts without thinking. He will respect authority if he feels they are worthy of being a leader. If he sees unorganized leadership, he will question their worth to the cause. Respect is lost easily with this brute and hard to regain from him. Trust isn't something he does unless he really feels you are one to be trusted. He is not romantic nor does he care for the word "love". He can settle with a lady out of formality but prefers having multiple options open to him at all times. He is a lady's man. He can't get enough of them. He is not always one to appreciate physical contact however. He has no strong feelings towards children, no hate no love. He can tolerate the existence, knowing they are required to keep the species going. Play time isn't in his vocabulary and most would likely see him as a poor excuse for a father if he ever became one. He sees familial ties as weaknesses, if you'd die to protect a mare or child, he does not respect that. He believes everyone should be able to defend themselves and if they cannot, they can go. Somewhere deep down, pretty sure Godbrand has some form of heart, he has yet to reveal it though.

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History

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Born to a mare who was, at the time, the chief's sweetheart. She was his trophy though she was convinced she was the one who had changed him into a loving man. His father always laughed at her whenever she pranced about all important and stuff. When his father took in another mare, his mother grew angry and threw a fit. To try to win his attention back, she claimed she was pregnant. Little did she know, she really was. The chief monitored the mare, who was coming to terms slowly and bitterly that the brute would never love just her, and sure enough, the mare was growing a bulge. When Godbrand was born, the colt was immediately regarded as a warrior by his father. Males were instantly thrown into training to protect the harem and the chief. Females were trained from a month old onward. Godbrand worked hard to please his father who overlooked his training. The colt made quick progress and moved up in the training courses faster than the other colts in his class.
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His father was proud. Outside of training, Godbrand liked to explore the harems boundaries. He'd discover what secrets lay in waiting for one to reveal them and he'd be silently amused with himself. He watched as his father seduced mare after mare, adding more and more to his collection of personal interests for when he was bored or tired or mad at any of the other ladies. His mother remained, one of his first loyal toys. When not serving their chief, the mares were fighters and guards just like the males, if not more so. Males were a little more laid back in the group, the mares serving them whenever they needed anything. When the colts turned two and graduated their training, they were all gifted their own personal mare to do their bidding. She would gather his food, help keep his coat clean, basically, she was a servant.The chief was the only one allowed to claim multiple mares for himself and if anyone else even looked at his girls, they'd pay with either their life or banishment forever.
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Godbrand got along mostly with his age group. He did bully them slightly if they annoyed him but they learned quick he was not into the jokes or the games they played. He rarely smiled and never laughed, not even a chuckle. The other youngsters quickly learned that and none pushed it. Godbrand had a slight temper on him and would often times look down upon those who were beneath his rank. Girls were never truly equals, whilst they were warriors like the males, they were servants first and foremost. Godbrand took to this way of life easily. As their group of youngsters hit a year old, their training intensified. Godbrand focused more on training than anything. His fellow trainees were falling subject to their hormones, many constantly chatting about which girl they wanted when they graduated. Godbrand closed himself off to that kind of talk. He considered that a weakness. He would never let his thoughts stray to some lady. If they were attacked right now, how many of the males would die to protect the weaker women? Godbrand was disgusted by that thought.
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Graduation day was upon them. Godbrand stood tall amongst his fellow class mates. He had filled out muscle wise and still had some growing to do. He was already taller than a majority of his class. His chief walked amongst the group of graduates. He congratulated each one personally. As he addressed the crowd, full of proud parents and siblings to the class, the youngsters straightened out. The fillies graduating went first, they were high ranked among the warriors even as just graduates. His father spoke of the stronger generation, how each generation seems to produce stronger, more suited warriors. He issued them all assignments and they moved off to the side, all straight faced but their eyes screaming of pride at themselves. The colts were named off one by one and as they were congratulated once again by my father, they were gifted their maidens. The mares would introduce themselves later during the festivities. Godbrand walked up to his father, who put his forehead against his own. You are a mighty warrior, my son. You will rise from the flames, victorious in every battle you fight. His fathers words were meant only for him and he was gifted his maiden, one named Vigdis. Godbrand had seen her before. She was not bad looking, but she wasn't his first choice to rest his eyes on either. He thanked his father, dipped his crown, and joined his fellow class mates.
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The festivities were grand. His father knew how to throw a party. The graduating class mingled and enjoyed themselves, a few of the males slinking off with some mares whom would please them for the first time. Godbrand met his maiden, Vigdis and she stood by his side, serving him the food he wanted to try, fetching his water. Godbrand joined in with a few of the boys after much persuading, and the lot of them had a good night. Their training was less frequent now that they graduated, but they did brush up on their sparring every week. Many would leave bruised and bleeding from the intensity of the spars. Godbrand was regarded as one of the heavy handed spar partners. He did not hold back and had to be pulled off some of his fellow trainees multiple times. His father approved of the spars, agreeing that it would toughen up the weaker warriors. Godbrand got worse with his attacks over time. He soon had to be brought into his fathers chambers. Killing the young colt was not intended, but the stallion stood to face his sire one on one. He was questioned and Godbrand held no remorse for the situation. His sire was disappointed, it was visible, and Godbrand felt a lot of the respect he once had fade. He did not appreciate weakness showing, did not respect the complex emotions that would alter one's thoughts or actions. Yet, even as his sire showed his emotions, he banished Godbrand from the harem. He would be attacked with intent to kill if he was ever seen around the lands again.

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OOC

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Is This Your First Character? nooo, snake, hornet, april, banana, squishy (awaiting acceptance)

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Notes HI THERE

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Credits www.deviantart.com/shayeveryday/art/Free-Simple-Mustang-Lineart-760819430  colored by meeeee