Gilead

Name: Gilead
Gender: Stallion
Species: Horse
Age: 5
Height: 16 HH
Body Type: Warmblood
Coat Color/Markings: Sooty Silver Buckskin Sabino
Mane/Tail Color: Silver/Flaxen
Eye Color: Brown
Scars: Insignificant nicks 
Physical/Mental Abnormalities: Healthy

Genetics: Ee/Aa/nCr/nZ/nSb

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The libertine—the wandering id, so it would be. He’d lived a life of wandering, and a life knowing many exploits would lend to a predisposition for charm and levity. Merrily given to flights of fancy and pursuits of joy. Rarely does he deign to be crude or felled by elitism. Gilead is open, generosity ruling his major disposition. Unfettered by notions of avarice or strife of the heart. Shallow in that way, he’s never been one to entertain brooding or introspection. Inept with heaviness of mood, clumsy with delicate sensibilities. Many would call him a brute; but for him, he’s seeks only sunshine and grand memories.

He’d come from nothing—and that, is what he’d gladly tell all. Gilead was the son of nomads, wanderers who lay no root nor had care to set themselves into a single place. A small family herd made of Gilead’s parents and several half-siblings and their mothers—it was far from spectacular. Simply, going as the breeze bade. Where the tide ushered them across great plains and over sky-skimming ranges. And once he became an adult, he’d venture off on his own. A lonesome way to exist, and as he scrapes upon a prime age, there grew a greater need for things he’d not had in his youth: a home, a collective, a purpose.