Geist -- Character Application

A ghost is not much of her looks, but she is awfully specter-like. Taking on the base coat of a blue varnish roan, she also show signs of overo by the large areas of white masking her body and face. Molting surronds her noise and rump, however these spots do not appear elsewhere. Her tail is mostly blue, however it does have it's own areas of white, same with the mane of the mare. She has the bald face marking, and therefor has blue eyes, while she is colorblind in both. The white of her overo is much more then the varnish roan, the colored part only seen in the neck, left side, and front right leg. Her hooves are all connected to the white markings, therefor making them the soft cream color, with a few darker stripes in the front left hoof, however they are much fainter in the others.

This is a very friendly ghost. She is very bubbly, however this makes her gullible. The reasoning behind her actions are often impulse, and she is quick to lose trust. However, she makes a loyal and trustworthy friend, and will not lie about you behind your back. If she where to lie about you, she'd do it to your face. She's a bit impulsive, however her gullibliness often wins over out of these two clashing traits. She is colorblind in both eyes, and is deaf in her left ear due to heavily mixed blood and blue eyes. She is often a fan of anything shiny, and simply hates dull or repetitive objects(or other horses!).

The mare trotted along the lake, soft and degraded salt mixed in with sand splintering and bending under the weight of the pony's hooves. She was moving towards the other side of the lake with a steady gate, blue eyes focused on the small isle in the middle. She could have sworn she saw a small object moving over there, possibly a curious foal? She wouldn't know until she found out, but the easiest way to the isle was from the other side of the lake, and then she had to swim. She was never a good swimmer to be honest, but she still wanted to know what that moving thing was. The icy and sharp wind suddenly turned towards her, so she was now trotting into it head-on and more slowly. With a sigh, she kept moving onwards with a heavy heart, knowing- well, thinking- that if she didn't hurry the foal might leave or hide under a rock or something stupid like that. She hadn't known too much of her own foalhood, but she had loved rocks. She could tell ore and rock apart, surprisingly, even though she was colorblind. Ore happened to have quite a ton more shades of silver then stone, which was just dull and boring. A shiver ran across her thick fur as she reached her destination, and she turned her head. She just saw the small shadow move again, and without a thought of her own safety, the mare plunged into the open water. The waves put up a fight, but it wasn't too long of a swim from here, so she made it across easily. Shivering, she started to trot around the isle, seeing not a soul nor anything that looked to be living. Finally, she saw it- a bush has been disloged by the strong winds and was now tumbling around. She had came here for a bush, and she honestly felt bad for herself. She quickly trotted over to the nearest tree, laid down, and chose to spend the night there. At least there wouldn't be any predators here, she thought to herself. The sun steadily fell as the wind kept on, but she was in the shelter of a tree and she would keep this shelter, no matter what type of otter challenged her to it.

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