Rickon

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Name:
Rickon

Breed:
Shire

Age:
7

Gender:
Stallion

Alliance:
Light

Pelt Color:
Black

Mane and Tail color:
Black

Eye Color:
Right eye blue Left eye brown and blue mix

Markings:
Large blaze that goes right to the eyes and four white legs with sabino markings along stomach and up left hip connected to white leg heavy feathering on legs. Six-inch long scar down left shoulder and another four-inch long scar on inside corner of left eye just barely misses the eye (extends both above and below eye). Left hip is marked with a long scar that cuts from the top of the hip through the white marking down to the bottom of the hip, as well as various other smaller scars over his entire body.

Height:
19 hands tall

Mental/Physical Health:
Physical 100% Mental 80% suffers from occasional depression

Personality:
With his mother being of light decent and his father of dark Rickon was taught the best traits of each alliance. Though his parents love was forbidden they gave up the paths that were chose for them at birth, so that they could be together. Rickon grew up learning of true love and what it means to be faithful and passionate in all things. From him mother he learned how to love and care for others as well as how to forgive them when they had done something wrong. His mother also taught him how to be elegant in all things. He learned there was a proper way to speak and act in a lady’s presence and there was even a proper way to present himself when he first approached a stranger.
From his father he learned great discipline and focus when fighting or battling anyone. His father taught him that nothing was more important than fighting for what you believe in even if what you believe might be wrong you have to trust yourself to know what is right and what is not. From his father he also learned how to have honor when fighting and when doing almost anything. To his father honor was everything you must honor family as well as those who sit higher than you.
Both of his parent taught him that he must protect his family and anyone who needed his help. He was taught that if he did not protect his family and those he loved; they would be lost to him forever. He learned that he must protect the innocent and the weak because there were dark and evil things in the land that wanted to ruin everything that was good. They also taught him that he must be forceful in order to make sure he was not taken advantage of he must learn to push back and not take anything from anyone.

History:
When this massive black foal was brought into the world his parent instantly knew he was going to be a strong foal. When Rickon was very young his parents became the leaders of a small herd under a king who was best friends with his father. Rickon loved playing with his older siblings that consisted of two sisters and two brothers.
When Rickon was a one-year-old his older sisters and father went off to help the main herd leader keep the peace among the herds, but while they were gone something went terribly wrong and war broke out killing the king and putting his father in charge until the oldest son came of age. After a year the son got tired of not being king and killed Rickon’s father so that he could take position. After the oldest son took over, he raped Rickon’s oldest sister and took her as a mate. The younger sister ran off never to be seen again. After everything had settled Rickon’s older brothers took off planning to kill the king and his mother followed them intent on changing their minds, but all of them ended up dead leaving only Rickon.
Once Rickon turned three and reached his full height and size he went off to the king hoping to kill him in order to revenge his family. The only thing was Rickon never made it there the guards caught word of it and attacked Rickon slicing his face right across the corner of his eye. Rickon left and went in search of someone who could help him become strong enough to fight the stallion. Finally, Rickon found an old stallion that took him on as an apprentice and taught him how to fight and also how to heal and treat wounds with simple plants that grew around the area. After about six months the old stallion sent Rickon to his first fight, which gain Rickon a massive scar across his shoulder that cut about three inches deep causing him to limp for a few months, but that didn’t stop his training. The old stallion treated his wound and put him to work pushing him harder than he ever had before.
Rickon stayed with the stallion for a year before the stallion grew sick and passed away. As a four-year-old Rickon was larger and more impressive than most stallions were at that age. After the stallion that had trained him passed Rickon left going to find the king that had murdered his family. He came to the large herd and made his way towards the kind his scared eye and shoulder marking him a great warrior among that other stallions. He stood before the king and shook his head challenging him. The king being naïve and stupid took up the massive stallion’s challenge. The king fought with Rickon and being smaller and not as built as Rickon the king quickly lost, but not before getting a bite in on Rickon’s hip which ripped open the hip leaving a ten-inch gash going down his hip. Rickon limped away from the herd victorious but badly wounded. His body was riddled with cuts and blood as he made his way into the forest finally leaving the herd behind him. It took a long time for the scar the now dead king had left on Rickon to heal, but once it did Rickon found a sense of pride in it.
As Rickon grew in years he continued to fight and kill off stallions that tormented those they ruled over. At five years old Rickon met a mare that had just had a sickly foal. He stayed with her until the foal died and she stuck with him once they left. Soon her yearling colt joined them and Rickon had a small family to protect now. The small group wandered looking for the mare’s old herd only to find they had abandoned her and her young son when the sickly foal was born. He stayed with the mare and young colt for close to a year before the mare fell terribly sick and the colt left striking out on his own to find other colts his age. The mare died trying to birth a foal and lost the foal as well leaving Rickon alone with no one to stay by his side. Rickon was once again alone it seemed that everyone that he met died no matter what Rickon did to keep them safe. Rickon became depressed and withdrawn from equine company. Throughout his six-year-old season he wandered from place to place trying to find a friend, but he was out of luck he could find no other equines. He soon slipped farther into depression deciding he was better off without others around him. It wasn’t long before the fact of wandering along presented its troubles to Rickon as he was walking through a quite forest. Whilst on his own Rickon was attacked by a mountain lion even though he managed to fight it off he was left badly wounded. Rickon was left bleeding from a wound on his neck, where the mountain lion had sunk its teeth into him while trying to kill him. Rickon soon lost consciousness from lose of blood; he woke to see a small mare standing over him. The pony mare had found herbs and leaves to stop the bleeding and keep out infection. Once he was awake and able to get to his feet, he was surprised to see that the small mare barely came above his knee. He found that her name was Mirca and that she had once belonged to humans, but when they left and never came back, she jumped the fence and ran away. Rickon was the first horse she had met since she had escaped, and she was glad to stick with him and follow him wherever he went.
Rickon and Mirca spent a year wandering the lands until one night they got lost in a thunderstorm and got separated from one another. Rickon spent weeks looking for Mirca but he soon lost the scent and never could pick it back up. In his wanderings Rickon came upon a small animal that seemed to be injured. As he looked closer it became apparent that the small spotted animal was a wild cat an Ocelot to be exact. His first instinct was to leave the young animal and let it's own kind find it, but for some reason he just couldn't walk away he gently picked up the small feline and gently placed it on his wide back. He carried the kitten for several days stopping so that it could drink and catch small animals and bugs o eat. By the time the kitten had healed it had bonded with Rickon and stayed with him. He eventually started calling the little Ocelot Dawn. As the pair traveled they soon wandered into a strange land called Wild Equines.


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