Benson

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Name:: Benson
Age:: 4 years
Gender:: Male
Breed:: Friesian
Desired Herd::
Desired Position::
Physical Characteristics:: Coat is of a moonless night, glistening in the sun. His eyes are black, like staring death in the face. His mane flows like black ribbon to his knees, whipcord to his ankles. His coat is marked with scars from past battles, never leaving his mind. His stance is that of a king, his gait of two dancing swans. His build is muscular.
Personality:: Benson is a quiet fellow, doesn't really do much talking. He mostly likes to wander alone. When he does talk, his voice is harsh, and most of the time he is giving commands. He is easily angered, but it's mostly only because he is so lonely all the time. He has a troubled past, and doesn't like to talk about it.
Loves::

[/li][li] Running
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Fears::
[/li][li] Commitment
[/li][li] Falling in love
[/li][li] Death

Hates::
[/li][li] People who pry
[/li][li] Questions
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History:: Benson was raised with only a mother. His father left his mother as soon as he found out she was pregnant. His mother was doing all she could to raise him right. Then his father came back when he was about 9 months old and killed his mother, and attempted to kill him. He was unable. Benson ran as long and as fast as he could from his father; his attempts paid off. He raised him self from then on, eating when he could, and drinking whenever he came across water. He got into fighting, training his body to be tough. Now he is into forcing.

Mate:: None
Herd:: None
Foals:: Many, but he doesn't know the names
Other::
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