Name: Bolthor
Gender: Stallion
Age: 4 Years
Build/Breed: Friesian x Gypsy Vanner x Shire
Height: 18.3hh
Base Color: Black
Markings: Bird Catcher Spots and a white stripe across his eyes like a Zorro mask
Mane & Tail: Black in colour and so long that a good couple of inches of his mane and tail drag on the ground. The feathering starts just under his knees and go past his hooves, however, he manages to never trip on his own hair. Wavy and ranges from soft to coarse, the hair closest to the ground and on it is usually tangled and gritty until his next bath, sticks and leaves are often found in it after a long day.
Eyes: His eyes are of sapphire blue with lighter flecks throughout them both.
Alliance: Light

History: Bolthor used to live in the lands of Solivagant under the rule of Valkyrie, as a child he had always admired the gilded Queen and trained daily with his father, brothers, guards, knights, anyone who would put up with him and his dedication. One day he had hoped to serve the queen, either as her guard or her knight, however, his chance was forever taken away from him when the war broke out and Valkyrie was no more. Bolthor was helpless as he hadn't finished his training and was forbidden to fight for his queen, he feels as though he could have prevented her death if he was allowed to fight. Bolthor left with his family when all Valkyries subjects fled, making sure to keep his mother and siblings safe till they were far away in another land. However, Bolthors honour and loyalty got the better of him and he decided to make his way back to the lands of Solivagant, to see what had befallen the lands that once belonged to the light royals.

Personality: Hornorable, Brave, dutiful, and bold. Bolthor could be referred to the equine version of Ned Stark from Game of Thrones, honour and family being his most important possessions. There is nothing he would do for his family and kingdom. He's not trustful of most for good reason but he does like to give others the benifit of the doubt. Bolthor would not call himself fearless as only the stupid are, if you don't have fear the more reckless and pron the death you are, fear is what keeps you alive.