archer;;

[platypus]

<sub>Name: Archer .
Age: seven years old .
Breed: thoroughbred cross (no one knows exactly what the cross is) .
Gender: mare .
Alliance: dark .
Pelt Color: dapple grey .
Eye color: a cold, dark brown .
Markings: None, really. Her face is lighter than the rest of her body. There are a few scars that appear on her body from random fights. .
Hoof Color: grey .
Height: 16hh at the withers .
Personality: Archer is a cruel, and bitter mare. She is vain, and thinks highly of herself. Most of her days are spent either grazing, or wandering around alone, or teasing and taunting other equids. Her favourite pass time is watching others suffer, and adores causing trouble. She thinks very negativly and thinks there is never a bright side to anything. Despite her cold mind, there is a small softness located deep inside her soul. It is so deep, some stop trying to even look for it. This mare is one who is energetic at some point of the day, which changes almost every day.

It's not wise to be around this mare when she is in a bad mood. Sometimes, it is difficult to know what her emotions are, for she doesn't show them very often. Archer is very hot-headed, and will not heasitate to lash out on others for no reason. This mare is very bold, and daring. She loves to explore, be nosy and will sometimes watch you. But beware when she approaches.. she will try to pick on you, and if it doesn't work, she'll get physical .
History: She lived most of her life alone, because of her nature. As a filly, she caused alot of trouble in her herd. Her dam chased her away when she was a yearling. Archer was forced to live alone, and she did so for four years. Her life was spent mostly by herself, pestering others and causing whatever commotion she could come up with. No one was really fond of her, either. She would tease other horses, and would usually end up fighting with them, that would explain some of her scars. When she was three, she had been attacked by a lion, and foght viciously against it. It's claws had dug into her flesh, but the lion fell off, and one claw had left the six centimetre cut. Not a year old, she was in another fight. This time, it was against another horse. It kicked her hard in the face, and had got her eye. It was enough to kill her, but it didn't. It actually made her.. go a bit insane. She claims to see things that aren't there. Blind in her left eye.
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Code Word: equus .</sub>