Here I Am. . . But Don't L O O K At Me.

[almostforgotten]

Username: AlmostForgotten
Nickname(s): Almy, Almost
RL First Name: Taylor (hate it)
Age: 18
How Long Have I Been RPing?: Roughly 5 years

[almostforgotten]

Name: Poison My Smile
Nickname: Smi or Poison
Gender: Mare
Race: Norm
Breed: Appendix Quarter Horse
Age: 4

Height: 16.1
Coat Color: Silver Black
Eye Color: Blue
Markings: Frame Overo
Genetics: EE aa ZZ Frfr
Markings Reference: Click
Bloodlines: Starter

Description: Smi is a interesting mare, her head is delicate, but not small, her neck is muscular, and average length, her shoulders carry a lot of power, she is slender, but not skinny. Her mane and tail are very long, her tail reaches the ground and her mane reaches to her mid shoulder. Her mane and tail are also very soft and don't tangle often. Her legs are long and thick and her hooves are hard and don't crack or chip. She's always very clean and shiny.

Personality: Smi is a Tomboy, she loves to roll around in mud and play in puddles, but the mud and dirt never seems to stick to her body and mane/tail. She thinks she is ugly, and gets all flustered and blushes when she is told so. She'd rather hang out with boys or boyish girls then girly-girls and she loves foals. She has a bit of depression, especially when all alone. She hates herself and whenever she catches her reflection in the water, she stomps it out..

History: Poison was out of a reined cow horse, a silver dapple black Quarter Horse Mare, Frowning Smile and by a champion black overo Thoroughbred racehorse Where's My Posion. She was the last foal from both her parents. Frown and her 2 month old filly were out in a pasture playing at the TB stud farm when escapee from the local insane asylum found them, he gained Frown's trust, then slit her throat. Poison didn't know what to do, her dam was lying on the ground, and she wasn't getting up. Poison didn't know any better so she let the escapee get a hold of her foal halter. She tried to pull away, but she was already being worked on lead training and gave up easily. She watched the man lift up his knife, covered in his mother's blood, she suddenly hears a whinny coming from the other end of the pasture, and the man stops, with a gasp. Poison turns and bolts, passing her sire who was being led nearby, and heard her screaming whinnys. The stallion got to the man, immediately turning and kicking him square in the face. Then turning around, rearing up and coming down on the fallen man's chest. Frowning Smile could not be saved, the escapee was killed by Where's My Poison and the state demanded he be put down. After that, Poison was alone in the world. Nightmares haunt her of the image of her dam weakly nickering to her, dying and the man trying to kill her. One of the stable hands hand fed Poison after that and the girl was her only friend. When Poison turned 1 that same stable hand bought her, because the owners of the stud farm could not bear to look at her. Poison loved her new owner, Ashleigh and they grew close. Ashleigh broke her in and taught her to be an all-around western horse. Gaming, reining, western pleasure, penning, roping, and some tricks such as rearing on command, bowing, and lying down. And Poison loved her job. But when Poison turned three, Ashleigh started college and could not afford to keep her anymore. Ashleigh couldn't bear seeing her go to another person, so she set her free, where Posion has been wandering ever since.

Extras: Her Personality and Discription are a little under 100 words, i hope you don't mind?
Reference/Your Origin: I saw the ad on Cimoron Isle