ocean breezes;; keanu

Name;;
Keanu

Age;;
six summers

Gender;;
stag

Breed;;
a crossbreed of many different things

Height;;
sixteen hands

Coat Colour;;
cremello

Eye Colour;;
blue

Markings;;
one eye is surrounded in deep chocolate brown and his ears have been painted with the same
he has burn scars tracing up all four legs from a fire when he was young

Personality;;
Keanu is a standoffish stallion, very cautious of the animals around him. He can be flighty and skittish; hard to talk to. He is afraid of himself and what he was taught at a young age; he doesn't trust himself to be around other horses. Once you befriend him though, he is a very nice equine. He is just a very confused soul, not sure where life will take him now that he is on his own.

History;;
Keanu was born a twin, to a mare and a stallion ranked highly in the herd. Soon though, he was stolen from his parents and raised to be a warrior. As he grew, things became clear and he escaped from the mare that had taken him. He wandered through different territories, distancing himself from the region he had been kept at for over a year. He then unknowingly stumbled upon his twin brother, who had such hatred within himself toward Keanu because of the depression his disappearance had caused their mother. The brother attacked Keanu and banished him from their lands, and Keanu left without a backward glance.
Later that year a fire raged through the forest he was traveling through. It lit the night sky with an orange haze and woke him from his sleep. Unfortunately, he didn't get away fast enough, and the flames rushed up his legs before he could do anything to prevent it. He raced to a nearby stream, extinguishing the flames and cooling his anguish before he had to distance himself from the raging fire that was still so close to him.
Forcing himself to move on, he painfully kept walking as the flames destroyed all that was in their path on the other side of that river. Soon, the smoke overtook him and he collapsed, unable to go any further because of his wounds and lack of oxygen. He woke up the next day with his wounds healed, his legs covered in pink scars, no sign of the agony he had gone through and the blackened flesh that had been present so many hours before. Astonished and dazed he continued forward, away from the wreckage behind him from the now silent fire.
Since then he has been a nomad, never settling in one place for longer than a day or two. He skirts around other herds and goes on his way without any acknowledgement of his existence. He hides in the shadows while wearing the ever constant blanket of soil and goes unseen to the untrained eye, forever hidden.

Loves;;
`the shadows
`water
`quiet

Hates;;
`who he thinks he is
`fire
`anger and fighting

Alliance;;
Oser

Other;;
i think it's all there. (: