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[atrb=background,http://img193.imageshack.us/img193/3917/rowan2.png] picture Name: Rowan Gender: stallion Age: 4 years old Breed: friesian x thoroughbred x quarter horse Height: 17 hands Colour: chimera - black and palomino Coat Genetics: Ee, aa//ZZ Eyes: very very light blue almost white looking Personality: this here is rowan. he is a strange being. he isn't good around others and when he is he doesn't have very nice manners. he is rude and quite vulgar. his sense of humor is dirty and quite rude, if you know what i mean. he has a strange way of making himself known. but that isn't really all his fault. it just comes with the territory. most are put off by his constant 'talking to himself'. most think he is going crazy or something. he mumbles to himself but holds complete conversations at times, his eyes distant from everything around him as if he is in a transe. most living things doin't like being around him. his eyes scare others a lot. being they are a very light blue almost white color, he seems like some sort of oracle. but no, he is just the link between the living and the dead. most people do not like to be around rowan because it seems like he is talking to himself, and those that do not know what he can do are rather put off by that. most think the stallion is crazy but he is nothing of the sort. he is very much with it. because of what he can do, others do not even want to see what really is going on. when he is not communicating with spirits of the dead, he attempts to communicate with the living. he is the way for the dead to communicate with the living. he isn't really sure how it started, rowan has been able to communicate with the spirts of the creatures of the lands. he hates being the link and sometimes the whole situation he is in scares him. History: life was never easy. growing up to an estranged mother was not something every foal was born into. from the moment he laid eyes on his mother, he knew she as different. but the way she looked at her new colt he will never forget. her eyes large and confused. he was colors she never knew would be put together. this made her think and wonder. stories were told about the colt who was black and palomino. rumors had spread that he was an evil spirit sent to them. there were constant whispers and wandering eyes and it drove the colt insane. he wanted to be normal. he wanted to be liked. but no matter what he did, others seemed to be scared of getting to close to him as if they would be infected with whatever he was. years had gone by now and rowan has grown up to be a fine stallion. however, he sticks to himself and doesn't talk to others much for the simple fact that people are so wierded out by him talking to himself. they do not bother to ask what is really going on. they immediately assume the stallion is crazy and will not even give him the time of day. but what they don't realize is that if they had a dead friend or family member or even lover, they would communicate with them if he could get ahold of the spirt. but no, they just find him wierd and blow him off. he has become rather short tempered and quick tongued to others and would rather be alone then look how people star at him. Referred by: myself im talking right now

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Genetics:
Black: Ee
Palomino: aa//ZZ

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