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Name:
Oren
Age:
1 Month
Gender:
Male/Colt
Herd:
Plains
Rank:
Foal
Desired Rank:
Bachelor
Appearance:
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Oren is oddly petite for a month old foal – standing a mere 5.1 hands (21 inches). Smaller than most foals his age (which are normally around 6.3 hands), but nothing too terrible. His estimated height is… currently hard to determine. Many hope that he’ll be over 16 hands, while others believe that he’d be lucky to touch it. Oren, being the young foal he is, believes that he’ll be the biggest stallion to ever walk the plains. If only this were the case. The young foal’s build is what some would consider stocky, albeit an immature type of stocky – having as much muscle as a month old foal could have. The majority of his muscle can be found in his chest, giving it a slightly broad look. Though, some of this muscle is starting to form in his legs, particularly the back ones. For now, however, his legs are made almost entirely of thick bones. These bones do make his head look smaller than it is, giving him a slightly goofy appearance. The colt’s mane and tail is typical of that of any foal. Short and (in the case of his mane) upright. The hair of his mane and tail, as well as his fur, is baby-soft and incredibly smooth – close in texture to that of silk.
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The colt’s fur is considered to be a shade of palomino. Specifically a dark shade of palomino. However, it is unknown whether or not his fur will remain this color. It is possible that his fur will turn a lighter shade of chestnut – which some consider to be factual due to the darkening of the fur surrounding his ears – but that cannot truly be determined until he is older. Along his boney legs, the fur becomes a pale cream in complexion. Its length depends on its location, ending a little bit before his shoulders on his front limbs and going a little bit over his knees for his back. This cream can appear white in bright lighting, given that the young foal hasn’t been playing in the dirt or mud. His underbelly, snout, mane, and underside of his tail are also coated by this cream-almost white hue. The portion on his snout fades out rather quickly before going midway up his snout. The hue on his snout is lighter than that on other portions of his body. His hooves, as of now, take on an interesting shade of brown – much unlike the normal black or gray seen on others of his kind. Its hue is warm and lively, being quite unlike the more thought-of depictions of brown. As though it were the bark of a tree coated in sap or honey.
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On the young horse’s face are two noticeably white marks, starting on his forehead and going all the way down to his nose. The first of the two marks resides on the left side of his forehead. Its shape resembles that of a remarkably thin crescent or one half of what should have been a diamond. Its line is not entirely straight, nor symmetrical – being a bit squiggly at the top and curling in faster than ir curled out. The end of this crescent takes place on the outer edge of what would be the middle of his face. Not even an inch below it, the second mark starts up, continuing what the first mark failed to do. The thin line travels down the middle of his face, going all the way down and over his soft black-gray nose. Here, the mark gains a slight pink hue – signaling the transition from fur to skin. Some more of the previously mentioned cream can be found on his upper eyelids, but it is hard to notice at times. This pale color adds a lot of contrast to his dark brown eyes, a lot more so than his palomino coat could. No scars can be found on the young foal due to his lack of years, or months of that matter. Though, he views scars as “cool” and wishes to gain some of his own one day.
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Oren’s voice, as is natural for such a young creature, is high in pitch. Not obnoxiously so, but still in the upper octaves. Those around him often describe it as a “baby voice,” much to his annoyance. Though, he is sure that his voice will grow to become quite deep. Then, he’ll show them who truly has the baby voice. Due to his young age, the colt can find it hard to… express himself sometimes. His words are often spoken as a form of gibberish that only his mother and the most experienced mares can understand. He also has a lisp (specifically L-vocalization), often pronouncing his “L’s” as “w’s.” Thankfully, it seems as though he carries no accent. Or, at least, no noticeable one. But some do think that he may be developing one. The tone of his voice depends heavily on who he is with. With his mother and close friends, he holds a cheerful and curious tone – packed full of energy and wonder that make most melt at the sound of it. But, around most anyone else, his tone is soft, quiet, and shy. If you can even get him to talk to you at all, that is. He never does so willingly to “strangers,” only speaking if forced to by his own mother.
Personality:
Rambunctious || Energetic || Clumsy || Shy || Skittish || Reclusive || Curious || Attentive || Sometimes Well Behaved || Imaginative || Playful
“Onward, stawwions! We have some bachewors to fight!”
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Oren is a rather rambunctious colt, never standing still unless absolutely necessary. At times, he can grow quite loud and rowdy – scrambling, jumping, and bucking all over the place. He has no pattern to his mayhem. No method behind his madness. In one moment, he’ll be calming standing next to his mother, the other he’ll be half way across the herd bucking and squealing for joy. As such, he has become known for being wild and energetic, despite the short amount of time he has spent on the earth. Thankfully, his energy is not as boundless as most other foals, so he gets tuckered out relatively easily. Though, the most amusing part of his energetic self has to be his inability to stay upright. In other words, he’s incredibly clumsy. He has been seen tripping over rocks that are in plain view, stubbing a hoof into a large pile of grass and toppling over, and even jumping around so awkwardly that he ties his legs up and needs help to stand again. He barely reacts to these falls, being quick to scramble back to his feet and start hopping around all over again. The herd generally has a good laugh when he falls because of this.
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Despite having grown up around them, the young palomino is quite shy towards the entirety of the herd besides own mother and friends. He views the yearlings as too rowdy and, honestly, a little intimidating. Scary, even. He typically tries to avoid them when he can, as to not get trampled by their games. The herd mares he just finds… intimidating. They’re so much bigger than he is! So, naturally, they must be quite dangerous. If one comes near, he’ll rush back to his mother and hide behind one of her legs. Or his father’s, if he is close (or there in general). This constant running and hiding has caused others to view him as skittish and reclusive. Having too much fear to explore on his own, and no desire to do so in the first place. While the first assumption is true (after all, he was once scared into hiding by a butterfly), the second far from actuality. To some extent anyway. He is reclusive in the sense that he sticks close to his mother, but he isn’t afraid to explore. In fact, he loves it! If his mother is nearby, that is. He is curious by nature, wanting to learn about every new thing he comes across. Well, if it looks cool, anyway. You won’t be seeing him wanting to learn about flowers, other than whether or not he would be able to eat them in the future.
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The young foal is pretty attentive… most of the time. He pays relatively close attention to his surroundings. Well, as much as a month old foal can without getting distracted. His attention only falters once he finds something interesting to investigate. Thankfully, he never tries to investigate other animals unless they are much smaller than himself. He is also attentive when it comes to his mother’s instructions, generally perking up the minute she addresses him. Most of the time (or what he perceives as such), he’ll follow her instructions – keeping in mind everything she told him. Though, he is not always so well behaved. His energetic side of time has a habit of sneaking up on him whenever he gets bored of something. In particular, his mother’s instructions. They’re just too boring to focus on! It is not an uncommon sight to see the foal running around at full speed with his mother tailing behind in an attempt to get him to slow down and listen. The chases, however, nearly always end with him tripping and his mother catching up.
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Like all young horses, Oren is incredibly playful. Not too surprising given his rambunctious and energetic aspects. However, he is not playful in the sense that he enjoys games with other foals, or the yearlings. He’d much rather play on his own, or with either of his parents. During this time, he’ll take them on dazzling adventures. Not real ones, though. Fake ones. Ones filled with dangerous cougars, wolves, and bachelors attempting to harm the herd – some of which amount to 19 hands tall, or not more. In these imagined stories, Oren will always be the savior of the herd. He’ll describe and act out kicking enemies in the face, slamming down those who are too slow to get up, and chasing away others who are too afraid to continue to fight. He’ll always have a catch phrase to say after chasing away the imaginary beasts, typically involving his name. Afterwards, he’ll trot over to his mother and expect many praises about how brave and strong he is… only to hide behind her once more when another mare or foal sneaks up on him.
Crush:
Ew, no.
Mate:
Also ew.
Foals:
BIG nope.
Kin:
Mother: Aurelia
Father: Chex
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Affiliations:
Open
Friends:
Open
Other:
- Oren misses his father, even if he had never met him. Based on what he's been told, he looks to the stallion as a role model. He just hopes that he’ll come home soon.
- In all honesty, the palomino foal hates being so dependent on his mom and the herd. He wishes to become as independent as he can, as fast as he can. If only he wasn’t so clumsy and skittish, he may actually get somewhere.
- Since I talked about Spirit, I may as well talk about my second favorite horse from the movie. Spirit’s mother has ta be it for me, even if she wasn’t there for most of the film. Her reaction to Spirit getting captured pulled at my heart strings and just made me fall in love with her character. I just wish she got more attention than she did.
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