What is the HATTER with me?

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What is the HATTER with me?

Hatter

Name: Hatter

Gender: Stag

Age: Ten

Breed: American Paint Horse cross Quarter Horse

Color: Grulla

Height: 16 HH, for what he lacks in height he makes up in with bulk.

Eye Color: Hazel, almost green.

Personality: Hatter is mental. It's the only way to describe the stag. He doesn't see sense in anything, and everything seems like an excellent idea. He has no control over himself, and sometimes does things that nobody could ever even attempt to explain. He cannot grasp how to stop himself from doing something, he's completely unable to do it. This makes him dangerous, he lashes out at anything for no reason. He loves to target mares and use them for his own pleasures, yet he gets upset after he's done so. He can't even remember it usually, it's as if he is possessed.

Within this mass of confusion, there really is a sweet equine. He has a very gentleman approach to things when he's in the right mood and is usually very careful. He holds himself with the sort of pride that any equine would turn heads at, and is very intelligent. He chooses to speak with sophistication, and usually confuses the hell out of anyone he is with. He's good company as he has a humorous streak, very much a joker when he's in a good mood. Yet, he doesn't like to be attached. When he wants to be alone, he'll do that. He won't even cast a look in his company's direction before deserting him. There is no point following him, he seems to disappear from the face of the earth. Some say bad manners, he says peace and quiet. Don't deprive him of that, you'll be worse off.

History: Hatter.. Where to start? Born to a mare who had roamed for many a year. Slightly kookie, she was a well known creature around the lands. She was a favorite with stallions as she up and left as soon as they used her for whatever they wanted, not having to worry about where she had gone. Hatter was the result of one of these meetings, and what a result he was. Born a little strange, he left as soon as he was old enough. Roaming alone, he seemed to retreat into his own shell. He would walk through herds without a second thought, being chased by stallions left right and center. Soon, they grew to accept his strange ways and even welcomed the sight of Hatter for a while. They knew he meant no harm.

It was obvious to others that he was a little strange, his ways were very peculiar. He could be violent, but at random times that nobody expect. He has been informed that he has killed on three occasions, but he never believes the accusations. He cannot seem to remember it. Many were unsure about him, but others welcomed him with open arms. Though he was strange, he was a pleasure to have around. There were even a few battles over trying to keep him in one herd when he was younger, before he earned the opinion of not wanting to stay in one place. He wandered, and wandered, and wandered. Finally, there was no where else to explore, so he's ended up moving on. His strange behavior is sure to stick out like a sore thumb in the new lands, if he notices is the question that needs to be asked though.

What shall we improve? Nothing ^^

Have I gone MAD?
I'm afraid so. But I'll tell you a SECRET.
All the BEST people are.

[triplezilla]

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