POND

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NAME. Pond.
AGE. Seven.
SPECIES. Horse.
BREED. Trakhener.
GENDER. Stallion.

HEIGHT. 16hh.
WEIGHT. Warmblood build - approx. 600kg.
COAT. Grullo Roan.
EYE COLOUR. Brown.
NOTABLE MARKINGS. White blaze | Four white socks.
PHYSICAL.Pond's curiosity is a little too big for his gangly body. A denim-coated Trakhener stallion, his carriage is supposed to be elegant and proud. Rather, his suppressed childhood seems to have acted upon his limbs, giving him the look of a newborn foal learning to control his extremities. He lopes along with ungainly steps and immediately skips onto his toes if anything alarms him - a frequent occurrence for such a nervous disposition. His white marks are as unrefined as his gait, with an elongated paint blob slapped unceremoniously between his eyes of polished wood. His lower legs look like they've been dipped in 'Honeysuckle White Weather Resistant for Exteriors' and his hooves are a similarly light shade. Thiis accentuates the mud he collects on his frequent solitary expeditions. Un-cleanliness of hoof is the bane of Pond's existence. To remedy such an atrocity he often seeks out an available instance of his namesake. Thus, Pond has a very good knowledge of the water sources available on Toren. His grullo roan coat lends him a thin, black dorsal stripe across his spine, which he once generously permitted a curious bird to tight-rope walk across. This generosity generally spreads to the soft contours of Pond's caring expression - so long as he is not faced with the ungracious antics of cubs or foals.

FEARS. Sickness | Children | Environmental Disasters.
VICES. Valetudinarian | Autistic Tendencies | Easily hurt.
STRENGTHS. Integrity | Compassion | Curiosity. (Though tiresome)
PET PEEVES. The 'unkindness' of youth | Disrespect | Abuse of power | Beings with contagious infections that show no regard for the health of the general public | Pollen (As he often suffers from hayfever.)
LIKES. Sunny days (without the heat) | The 'underdog' (being one himself) | Exploration | Preservation | Isolation.
PERSONALITY. Pond's personality is a mix of curiosity, imaginary success, hypochondria and repressed childhood. Whoever attended God's cauldron on the day of Pond's creation mustn't have checked their quantities or he wasn't stirred correctly or something. In order to accept Pond's eccentric personality it sort of has to be acknowledged that he's a freak of nature. Not in the sense he has an extra tail growing from his forehead, just that his personality is abnormal - even before it was damaged. The 'schoolyard bullies' of his childhood aggravated his inclination to take things literally and lent him a decreased sense of self-worth coupled with an inherent distrust of youth. Their punches seemed to push his childish tendencies into his core. From there, they've become hard to reach but prone to exploding at unfortunate moments. Having been unable to live the childhood he deserved, it seems Pond relives that period of his life in bursts.

His fear of sickness (especially the dreaded disease) has always been part of his disposition. The same can be said for his uncontrollable urge to help the environment - though he has yet to stumble upon a real discovery. His first belief - that eating plants was murder - was nearly fatal. Since then, his understanding about the role of his own manure in the 'circle of life' has considerably grown. Still passionately curious about nature, he thoroughly enjoys wandering around Toren, creating and experimenting with all sorts of outlandish theories. His default preference is to be alone, however he can hardly be expected to avoid all forms of life. He likes birds, often giving them a free ride to wherever he happens to be going at the time. He generally likes damp places, as spring sunlight and a slight breeze aggravates his hay fever.

All in all, Pond should definitely carry a label reading 'CAUTION: HIGH MAINTENANCE.'

MOTHER. Esme | Deceased.
FATHER. Unknown | Untraceable.
SIBLINGS. Esme: None | Father: Unknown.
HISTORY."It's collapsing!"
He was ignored.
"It's really collapsing, everybody!!"
Again he was ignored. Prophetic exclamations were getting him nowhere. A more direct approach was required.
"Mum, mum! We're really ruining the earth, you know! We keep eating these plants but then we do nothing to help them grow again. It's really... we're really pushing the environment to a state of collapse!"
Esme, Pond's mother, was used to dealing with a verbose toddler. She nodded vaguely and nudged him in the direction of foals his own age, hoping for a sufficient distraction to give her weary mind a rest. Being blessed with very little intellect herself, Esme's understandings of Pond's dramatic insinuations were sparse. She figured his 'words' must have come from his father - though who that might be she had no recollection. No effort was ever made to find out who he was, either. Esme thought that one man in her life was quite enough to deal with.

Having been brushed off by Mum, Pond turned to his friends. As he desperately tried to convince them of his environmental concerns, they became increasingly tired of hearing his lectures. They stopped listening. Pond spoke louder. They turned their backs. Pond placed himself in their line of view. They started pushing him around; first with muzzles, then with shoulders, then with hooves. All the while, Pond's self esteem seemed to sink to the very parts of his body he found difficult to use after being stepped on every afternoon. A few particularly vindictive yearlings told Pond that if he cared so much about the plants maybe he should stop eating them. With a mind prone to taking words quite literally, Pond took the 'advice' of his attackers. He didn't eat. Amused and empowered by his weakness, the other foals encouraged him to stop drinking too. Pond wasted away, and as his skin moulded to his finest bones, the herd leaders stepped in. They were not merciful. If they were, they would have called off their sons and daughters long before. There was no compassion for a single mother screaming for help. What was she? A stupid, unattractive mare that had no idea who sired her foal. The powerless pair was ordered away.

Ironically, this heartless decision saved Pond's life. Had it not been for the shame of seeing his mother punished for his actions, had it not been for the fear of not being able to protect his mother from the myriad of possible attackers in the wild... he may never have eaten again. For the immediate cause, Pond swallowed mouthful after mouthful of grass. A few blades here, a few more there. What harm could that do? They still travelled slowly, but Esme's pride gradually began to recover and Pond's ribs slowly became stopped resembling a xylophone. Esme, despite a dull intellect, had an acute sense of direction and a clarity of memory that was useful. Water was hard to come by in the section of land they were travelling through. It was land unclaimed by a herd, wild, desolate and useless. It was where Esme gave birth. The one pond for miles turned out to save Pond's life again.

Esme found the pond that was the cul-de-sac at the end of her road. She couldn't turn back. She collapsed in the shallow, clear water in the same position she was in years previously - though with a less swollen belly. The disturbed water jumping into her muzzle triggered the memory.
"I was tired, baby. I didn't know who I was, let alone who you were. So I just kept praising the lord that I'd found this pond. It saved us, baby. Then you wouldn't respond to anything else... maybe you remembered to be grateful too..."
She gave her baby one last smile and said one last prayer.
"I'm so grateful for this... Pond."


NOTES. Pond finally found the strength to leave his mother and travelled again. Afraid of the sickness constricting everywhere he went, Pond managed to find his way to Toren. He remains there, still terrified of contracting the disease but ever grateful for being able to lead the life of his choice.

NAME. Ary.
AGE. Fifteen.
EXPERIENCE. I've been roleplaying for roughly two years and have staff experience.
OTHER CHARACTERS. None. I'm the resident n00b.
HOW¡¯D YOU FIND US. Well, your lovely member Starsight made an amazing manip (this one) and I clicked the link in her artist's description. Thus, here I am.
PREFERED CONTACT METHOD. PM. Or deviantart (see link below Pond's reference), and let me know that you're from Clash. ¢¾

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