Rebel

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name: Rebel
gender: Mare
age: 6 years 8 months
sexuality: Pansexual
breed: Saddlebred x Morgan x Rocky Mountain Horse
build: Short but lean
height: 15.2 hh
coloration: Silver Bay
genetics: Ee/Aa/nZ
markings: Bird catcher spots, stripes on all four legs, red paint marking on left shoulder - Store Items
mane: Silver
tail: Silver
hooves: Slate
eyes: Red
scars None
physical health: 100%
traits: Much as her name suggests, Rebel is, in fact, a little rebel. Her rebellious stage never quite ended. She was born to be a leader for the hopeless, for the outcasts, for those that didn't know what to do with their lives. She's a punk rocker, going against the norm to live the life she wants to live. Rebel does not respect authority, not unless they prove they are worth her respect, and she doesn't take too kindly to rules. She likes to live life on the edge and follow her own rules, if and when she decides to set any. Herd life was never really the life for her. She caused too much trouble, got in too many fights, and could never seem to ignore the pull on her soul to travel. She wants to see the world, not just go through the motions of life until it's time for her to die. A firm believer in the saying "you only live once," Rebel is a risk-taker to the max. She loves the feeling of a good adrenaline rush. Near-death experiences don't quite scare her like they would someone else. She's not too sure if she believes in an Afterlife. If there is one, she's not sure she wants any part of it. In her opinion, things that die should stay dead. That includes horses. She sees an Afterlife as a way of cheating death. Though... a part of her is still intrigued by it. Maybe the Afterlife is just a different way of being alive. Who knows?
mental health: 100%

history: Rebel has quite the proper name, it would seem, since she's always been a child of rebellion. If the crowd is going left, she goes right. She's always been this way, from the very beginning. She's very high-energy, bouncing off the walls, chaos incarnate. Her mother had a tough time keeping her in check and the other parents really did not like her hanging around the other children in the herd. She was seen as a bad influence on the other children. Rebel was dubbed the problem child and from an early age began to dislike authority - how could she not, when they were constantly telling her she was no good? So, like any snot-nosed little kid, Rebel did everything she could think of to get under their skin. It started off simple enough. Pranks on the other children. Starting what she thought were harmless rumors about other members of the herd. Some of the other kids started to actually befriend her, wanting to be more like her. She took in these other children, usually younger than herself, and they looked to her as their leader. Rebel found it funny, the irony in becoming a sort of authority figure when she wanted nothing to do with authority. She joked about it all the time. Eventually, by the time she was three years old, she and the other young folks of the herd wanted to branch off to become their own herd. They wanted to claim their own territory. They wanted to be led by a bold, young woman who lived life to the fullest, not some old bastard that didn't want to take risks once in a while. The tension built between the younger members and the older members for about a year before it all came to a head. And by that, I mean all-out revolutionary war. Rebel did not call for war, she was against war, but it was a few members on each side that wanted to go to war. Rebel did everything she could to stop it, but despite her being their supposed leader, no one wanted to listen to her. She watched as months went by as each side fought one another, killing their own parents, their own children, their own siblings. It was disgusting and the bloodshed didn't sit well with her. Finally, after a long day and night of constant fighting, Rebel let it be known that she had had enough. She told everyone they could either continue to follow her and find someplace else to call home, or they could continue the fighting without her. No one that remained was willing to leave their homeland, too wary of what may lay beyond. Saddened, but also not surprised, Rebel wished them all farewell and left to find her own place in the world.
parents:
Mother: Silver Bay - Ee/Aa/nZ
Father: Silver Bay - Ee/Aa/nZ
siblings: None
extended family: None
children: None
herd: None
rank: None

mate: None
interactions: None
actions: C0C0C0
voice: B22222
muse: Medium
playlist: Spotify Playlist
pictures:
Reference by Befera (DA)