Callypso

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Name: Callypso
Age: 3 years young
Gender: Mare
Breed: Saddlebred

Physical Appearance: Cally is a pinto saddlebred with white and brown markings. She has a white mask covering her eyes and most of her face and she has a pink muzzle caused by the white mask. Her neck is clothed with a white and brown mane and her tail is a magestic brown with white stripes here and there. Her eyes are a soft fawn color with golden specs embedded within them. She has a perfect circle of brown on her shoulder. The rest of her body has random brown and white markings. All four of her legs are white and her hooves are a soft peach color. She stands at a deceptive 15.1 hands.
Personality: This feisty mare is in the least normal… Normal being a concept she barely understands. Strange is more a fitting explanation for this vix. It is in her nature to be reckless, extremely quick to anger and if someone’s to blame, it’s usually her. If there’s a fire to be started, she’ll be first in line to light the match. She was never an outcast. In fact she was usually the center of attention. All the colts flocked around her, each wanting her to be theirs, but she never let any of them get too close to her. Her heart belongs to no one. Not now, not ever. She was different, she was special. Most denied it, heck even she denied it, but at the very edge of her mind she knew it was true, she only had to realize it. Come too lose to this vix and you might find that it is easier to loose a limb than you thought...
History: From a young age Cally was exposed to an overdose of hatred and anger. A series of weird and unexplainable events had been happening to this femme, each one bringing her closer to her exile until she didn’t “fit in” anymore. She didn’t mind though. Fitting in with the rest makes you a mindless nobody. But not her, she always strived to be different. But apart from this fact, a few things had happened to her. But let’s start at the beginning… At birth this pure pinto little filly was healthy and strong, she was breathtakingly beautiful from the start. She never knew her real father. Her mother had told her that the lead stallion of their terra was her father, but she knew it wasn’t true, for he was a pitch black Mustang. It just doesn’t make sense with her being pure Pinto coloring just like her mother and on top of that a pure Saddlebred. She refused to call him father and rejected his authority over her. She grew up with the herd and the educator of that herd always had trouble with her. She never listened to anything he said. Nothing he taught her ever sank in. A few years went by like this and then came the first incident.

It had been a warm, normal night like any other. The moon shone brightly in the northern sky. Calypso had once more defied her step father’s authority and refused to obey. One thing led to another and soon she was in a heated word-fight with him. He had completely lost his cool and was screaming at her, yelling and yelling like a mad man. Calypso, now a yearling, was struggling to keep calm and keep her ever boiling anger in check. Her step-father just kept going and going until he totally lost his selfcontrol and struck out, landing a blow in her delicate façade. All conduct forgotten, she flew into an infuriated frenzy, attacking him with an unworldly anger. Suddenly as she hit him, blow after blow the sky became dark, clouds hovered in fast and laced the air with the intensity of a storm. Thunder roared through the clouds and lit up the sky in a picture of fury. Her onslaught suddenly stopped as she stood staring at him with hatred and fury, her work done here as just a mess of crimson and flesh lay on the ground, a ghost of the horse that breathed just a few moments earlier. She turned her back on him, never to return again...