[[ WIP! Will be finished shortly... ]]
Full Name :: Vachir Avalanche
Preferred Name :: Avalanche, Aval
Gender :: Stallion/Male
Age :: The Mature
Breed :: Andalusian
Sub-Breed(s) :: None
Height :: 16hh
Origin :: Blood-born
Rank :: Scout
Appearance :: Avalanche has a short smooth coat that is dipped in white, tinged with a darker grey around his muzzle and legs. His hooves are a sleek black that is often covered in mud, making it appear to be a reddish-brown. There is a thin silver stripe tracing his black along his spine that ends at the beginning of his rear. Aval has thick leg muscle due to all the climbing up and around the gorge, as well as a thick back and chest. His mane is a mix of colors, with it starting at a deep silver from the roots and fading out to a cloudy white or beige, having the length to fall over his neck and shoulders, as well as the occasional strands that cover his rich dark hazel eyes. His tail on the other hand is completely white but has more of a beige tint on the ends.
Personality :: Avalanche is not the most friendly of all horses, yet he composes himself with a respectful manner when it is expected of him. He strives for ambition, being proud of what he does and how he does it, often becoming upset when those get in his way. To him your first impression will always state who you are in his book always being quick to pull a judgement call. Aggression and violence is easily brought out of him if you are not cautious about what you say to him. Besides his constant hostility, he is extremely loyal to the herd and his leader, Talon, and will go to extreme lengths to make sure that the herd is kept away from harm while those actions are sometimes considered unacceptable. He is skeptical of wanderers who were not born into the herd, always questioning their loyalty and motives. It is hard to dig into his inner heart, opening up his true emotions that have been long since hardened and glazed over. The world itself is a mystery to Avalanche, who he himself wishes to unravel it.
Background :: In a cold and rainy night in the spring, Avalanche's mother bared twin foals, something uncommon and risky among the horse herds. Avalanche was a pale version of his smoky grey brother Notch who was more mischievous than he. The herd thought they would not make it through the harsh days of rain that followed after their birth with little milk available for both of the foals. Oddly, they pulled through and became a healthy pair playing with all the the other foals while their parents watched on cautiously. It wasn't too long after they grew into sturdy juveniles when their father and mother came down with a sickness during one winter, not being able to recover and suffered a painful death. From that day on his brother was never the same, blaming the healer at the time and their new leader at the time, Talon who was only a few seasons older, about their parents death and about how they should have been able to do something about it. As was there a change in Avalanche, his heart grew colder but he knew that the healer had done all that they could have managed though his brother would not listen to his reasoning. At last Notch had reached his peak, seeking revenge on his parent's death in attempt to overthrow the herd by luring them into an 'abandoned' cave that housed a couple of mountain lions. He was quick to rat his brother out before anyone's life was put in danger, his mind filled with utter disbelief as Notch was exiled shortly after without a word. Avalanche grew more aggressive and serious after the exile of his brother. He was determined as ever to prove himself. Years flew by and he no longer finds himself in that position, but is always on the patrol for danger.
Family :: Avalanche currently has no kin in the herd, but once upon a season this statement would have been different. His brother is the only one who is still alive, though as a traitor he has been exiled and roams elsewhere.
Relationship Status :: Single.
Crush :: None.
Extra :: 'Hooves of Rock' (I hope his history is acceptable.)
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