Age: Foal - Adult depends on use
Coat: Black Sabino
Breed: Paint Horse
Siblings: 1 brother and 1 sister, she believes both are dead.
Foals: Currently none
Likes: Everything being in order, Serious enviorment, Quiet
Dislike: Loud obnoxious noises, immature foals, being annoyed, overly happy horses, calvary. Mares who are all lovey dovey with The Albino
Personality: Serious type personality, more mature and orderly than other horses, Cold-hearted keeps to herself mostly, Highly intelligent, distant towards others, doesn't show emotion keeps a blank face on almost 100% of the time, doesn't care for the emotion called Love.
Herd: Preytal Herd
Herd Rank: Mare
Herd Members: ....
History: When Rose was young she was part of a secret herd hidden in the mountains; The...... This herd kept mostly to itself rarely taking in any other herd members. their personalities were all like Roses, cold like the environment they lived in. Every member that was in this herd had the same colors so no one would stand out. The other reason was due to the fact that with their black coats with splashes of white they are able to disappear into the snow unseen. If a foal was born of a different coat color than black and white or black and a slight pink the foal was left behind so their herd would not be spotted. Rose and her two siblings were fortunate enough to pass the first inspection of color. Roses parents were the lead stallion and lead mare of their secluded herd, which meant roses or one of her siblings were to lead the herd when their parents past on. Sadly that day is to never come. When Rose turned 1 the Calvary who were passing through the mountains stumbled upon the herd and tore it apart. Many of the herd members put up a good fight but were shot down. Roses mother was one of those horses, her father on the other hand was able to escape unharmed. Her brother and sister though just seemed to have vanished. Rose had been able to escape unseen her stood on one of the tall peaks of the mountain and looked down at her fallen herd. Her face remained cold and blank as she turned away from the sight and left the mountain for good.
When Rose retreated from the mountain she came across a pur ewhite stallion named the Albino. He acted fierce towards her but she just ran circles around him questioning him. Eventually she thought about the offer of joining his herd and agreed to go. She for awhile was the stallions lead mare, but she apparently wasn't fit for the role and within a few weeks she was replaced. For once in her life she felt an emotion..rage. For days she wandered the herd infuriated doing what ever she could to disobey the white stallion. Soon she relished he wasn't worth the effort and left not caring if he knew or not. She continued to wander, her original emotionless self back. She spent many months on her own surviving and thriving by herself, she started to believe she didn't need to be a part of a herd to survive. She stumbled across a small herd named the Preytal Herd, lead mare Valkea. Rose by now is 3 and she surveyed the fellow members of the herd and noticed they are a lot like her. Now she resides in this herd til the time being.
Rose's Design & Lines (c) Me