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Breed: Kladruber x Dutch Warmblood x Trakhener x American Paint
Age: 8
Gender: Stallion
Alliance: Neutral
Pelt Color: Black tobiano splash sabino
Mane and Tail color: Mane Black, tail white
Eye Color: Purple
Markings: Odd tobiano, splash and sabino markings.
Hooves: Peach
Height: 16.3hh
Mental/Physical Conditions: PTSD, scarring over face, neck, chest and fore legs.
Personality: War torn is the first thing to come to mind when describing Dres. He is bitter, twisted and somewhat absent. To some he appears haunted, as if without the throes of battle he is nothing more than a tank governed by ghosts. Fiercely loyal to his chosen cause, Dres is the type of creature you'd go to war with at your side, not against. This loyalty extends not only to his allegiance, but to his friends and loved ones. Dres is a likeable character for the most part, he is unwittingly charming with a quick wit and smart mouth. He is humble yet not oblivious to his flaws, and of those there are plenty. Dres is a listener, an observer. He finds others easy to read but wouldn't dare tell them, how else would he learn if he shuts down the avenues available to him? Dres has loved deeply and it cost him more than he would ever tell and its for that reason he is hesitant to seek out romance again. That's not to say he wouldn't welcome it with open arms if it ever came his way yet Dres fears hurting his loved ones more than hurting himself. His previous choices in life put those he loved most in peril with nothing he could have done...it is a chip on his shoulder that will take a long time to show him otherwise. There is a side to Dresden that remains mostly unexplored. There is a darkness to Dresden that is untapped until faced with a significant threat. He will rip and tear until it is done, until the threat is removed, until he is the last one standing. Dres can't remember what he did or how he survived the wars that he has and he truly fears the day those memories resurface.
History: Dresden had it all. Born into a well establsihed herd, Dresden was the son of the herd's chief commander. He was built for war but even as a colt showed more interest in things outside of gore and murder. Dres saw no need to fight, he believed that anything could be defeated with words alone. Looking back, Dresden would be ashamed to have been associated with such naievety. He could not have been any further from what he was hoped to have been. As he grew, his father became tired of Dresden and the embaressment he caused to him. Dresden was pushed and prodded, provoked at every turn to see what would do it, what would make him snap but nothing ever made it. dresden continued in his bliddful ignorance until he was four when the herd was attacked in the dead of night. He returned home from a dusk stroll to find chaos and devastation. His mother was slaughtered, his father bloodied and his siblings were amidst the throes of the battle. Dresden snapped. he didn't know what happened or how, yet as he came to, he reaslised he was one of few that were left stanidng.
This fuelled his father further, chanelling the rage Dresden had felt and after two years of vigorous training, Dresden was a war machine. Muscles threatened to rip his flesh, scars littered his handsome features, his mission was to win. Yet with the passing of time, came a blossoming new romance. She was sweet on him and he her, it was love. Once more that herd returned, once more they attempted to take what did not belong to them. Dresden saw red and all faded to black in the midst of war. Yet this time when he came to, it was the body of his lover that lay at his feet, his body doused in blood yet he could not recall harming her. He wouldnt have done. None who survived would testify for or against Dres, none of them had seen. His father did all he could to console him - telling him he saw the opposition murder her and put ehr body before him yet Dres could not believe him. Perhaps if he hadnt been so soft in the beginning, she would be alive now - perhaps not with him, but alive. The guilt was too much to bear, it consumed him until he could stomach it no more and left to find somewhere that his face wouldnt be known....
