Raveing Lanrete Yaspelocrane

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Name: Raveing Lanrete Yaspelocrane Alias: Rave Age: 4 Gender: Stallion deity-or-Normal: Normal Personality: Raveing Lanrete Yaspelocrane. He's a nice guy, but is often serious, and hard to have fun with. Once he starts to play, though, it's kind of hard to get him out of his playing mood. But, if something important comes up, he'll become just as serious as he was before. He's like this because of his father. His father never played with him, and only taught him to be serious. He loved his father and his father loved him back, just never really showed it. He can sometimes even be a little snobby, Raveing. But not much. Only to others he doesn't like. Sometimes he can be a little too nice. Sure, some say that there's no such thing as being TOO nice, but for him...there is. He got the kindness from his mother. She was always the one who played with him, and taught him not to be rough. When he plays, he doesn't play too rough at all, nor to...well...non-rough. Sometimes he can be a little pain in the ass, but once you get to know him, he's much better. Since most of the time he's silent, he doesn't complain much, but if provoked he will complain to his hearts content. He's usually provoked by someone if they're complaining too much, talking to much, not paying attention to anything he's saying, or just being plain rude. He can think of a THOUSAND reasons to complain about horses like that. They really tick him off. Oh, and he LOVES hunting and singing. That from his mother and fathers side. Likes: hunting, singing, playing Dislikes: someone complaining to much, someone not paying attention to anything he's saying, and someone's who just plain rude. Fears: Winter time because he never knows if he'll make it and hurting anybody when he gets provoked or angry. Hopes: To find a mate to settle down with and hopefully have his own clan or herd. Dreams: To have his own foals to follow in his footsteps and to become a great leader. Appearance: Rave's pelt is grey, but with has blue tint, making him look almost completely blue. But, you can tell that he's still grey because his barrel is grey. His emeralds are sort of a darkish blue. Kind of a mix between sky blue, and navy blue. He stands mostly between atleast 16 hands or 17 hands, probably 17. At the first glimpse he's pretty stunning because of his color and his height. He's tall so he looks like he could just smash you with a poke with his muzzle but really he's a gentle giant with a sweet attitude to match. Family connections: He has no family connections. History: \\When Rave was 2 years old, his brother, Noital had died. He was young and had been killed by a pack of wolves. Rave's parents grieved over his death for ages. Rave hadn't been payed attention to for about a year after that, and had become silent. Of course his parents fed him and such, just...well, they never really payed any attention to him at all. He still loved his parents, of course, just not as much as he would if they had payed attention to him.\\ _____________________________________________ :..:When he was 3 years old he was already a great hunter. Him and his father had killed a few wolves together back then. But, those happy days had gone, just after his mother died. She had died of a sickness, and there was nothing Krawl could do about it. Krawl was Rave's father. Anolima was his mother. She was very dear to him, and they had buried her close to there cave. Rave cried, but was over it a few days later. He was still saddened by her death, though. She loved him, and he loved her... Just as he loved his father, but he never really showed his love just after his other son dying. Now, that his wife was gone...he was barley giving Rave any attention. They didn't hunt together anymore. Rave always hunted alone after that... Eating his food alone. He would sometimes bring his father some food back because sometimes his father never went out to hunt.:..: _____________________________________________ */One day, Rave had left. He couldn't stand his father not paying any attention to him...so he left. He didn't say goodbye...but instead, had left his father some bones of a wolf he had killed. His father had told him that he did that when he had left his cave...so Rave did the same. His father knew what it meant, and just let him. He didn't go to search for him or anything. He didn't even bother to neigh a goodbye... Rave had traveled around met a lot of horses, and had seen a lot of places. Mostly forests, but just a few deserts... Not very many, though. He loved the world, and loved to explore...although, it was tiring. He slept a lot through his little expedition, not trying to find a permanent home or what not, but it would still be nice to have one...*/ _____________________________________________ ||4 years old. That's how old Rave was by now. He sure did miss his father, but not so much. He had almost forgotten about him by now...he thought anyway. On his little trip, he had learned a few songs that he often sang. But, ONLY in his head. He never sang them out loud, in case there was some strange horse around and heard him singing... He also never sang out loud for personal reasons.|| {ooc;; when I say hunt I mean they kill wolves and such for fun }

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