Ludovico

Name: Ludovico or Ludo to close allies

Breed: Friesian x American Paint x Dutch Warmblood

Age: 7

Gender: Stallion

Alliance: Neutral

Pelt Color: Black rabicano tovero

Mane and Tail color: Black

Eye Color: Deep brown

Markings: Badger face, tovero chest marking, rabicano

Hooves: Black

Height: 16.3hh

Mental/Physical Conditions: None.

Personality: Ludovico, or Ludo to his nearest and dearest, is the closest thing to the perfect gentleman one could be. A kind hearted soul, he will go above and beyond for those that matter to him. He is fiercely loyal, painfully trustworthy and humble to a fault. Ludo is mostly onlivious to his charms, and when these are highlighted becomes almost bashful at the idea. He is endearing, the strong silent type who would walk through the darkest times with those he adores. There is nothing in the world he wants more than a real home - a family, maybe a foal or two. Something to put so much love into, love that he didn't necessarily recieve himself in his younger years. With that in mind, it is surprising that his talents come in the shape of defense, of fighting, of training. Hes a skilled gladiator, his name literally translating as 'famous fighter', it was almost as if that was his destiny. Those he holds in high regards will have nothing to fear, his enemies however will soon learn that his mercy will only stretch so far before it breaks entirely... (189)

History: Ludo's history is much like anyone elses - he was born to parents that weren't necessarily ready to become as such. They did their best, or what they considered to be their best by him and he grew into a fairly balanced young colt. Ludo was part of a large harem, a fair group of equines who kept themselves to themselves, posing no real threat to the external world unless provoked.

At the age of three, that provocation came and saw half the herd anhilated before Ludo's very eyes. He was still young and was far from prepared to witness such an atrocity. He ran, he hid with the others in the trees and waited for the ambush to pass. The next morning, when the extent of the attack came to light, his parents strewn in the tall meadow grass, he vowed to never be a bystander again. To never let anyone he loved come to harm or an end like that of his parents. And so Ludo dedicated his life to training, to getting stronger, faster, sharper... whatever it would take.

The herd never truly recovered, there were several more incidents and Ludo found himself handling them mostly alone, allowing the mares, foals and the elders to remain safe and unscathed whilst he and his small legion of guards handled the attacks.

But one day, he couldnt hold off an attack and was subsequently over powered and taken captive, the attackers seeing Ludo's prowess when it came to a scrap. And so they kept him, beat him, forced him to fight so that they may reap his victories. This saga was endured for almost a year, until eventually enough was enough and Ludo escaped, looking for somewhere to actually call home once again... (293)