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Your name: KING INVERSITLE
Basket Gender: MALE (or female, name would stay the same xD)
Basket/Foal name (meaning optional: SANGRE LOBO (BLOOD WOLF, BIIIATCH)
Brief personality: WHAT IS THIS? LITTLE RUTHLESS TURD BITING ON EVERYTHING. YOU THINK YOURE TOUGH LITTLE GUY, WELL I'LL TELL YOU WHAT, YOU AIN'T. I CAN'T WAIT TILL YOU MEET A SKINWALKER YOU PUNKASS YOU'D RUN SCARED TO YO MOMMY. (Sangre Lobo would be quite confident and tough. Not too egotistical and not too rude, just a little overly violent when it comes to play.. I dont think he/she would honestly know where to stop until they mess with the wrong Soq. Upon learning their lesson they would try to cloud their embarrassments and mistakes with some far-fetched tales about the time they took down that kalona army and the dreaded skinwalker. Think... Sandlot exaggeration. Lol. )

Your name:
[gh0st]

Basket Gender:
Male (just feels like a male basket though any gender would be wonderful)

Basket/Foal name (meaning optional:
Ara Tiotio (In Polynesian mythology, Ara Tiotio is a god of tornadoes)
Name could be female or male as this god/goddess had no gender.

Brief personality:
Just like a tornadoe Ara Tiotio acts before he thinks and often leaves a path of deverstation behind him, causing and becoming part in all fights, making a situation worst by simply always saying the wrong thing or by putting his foot in it (what can I say he is just a little hot headed and out of place). He is a very blunt creature but believes that he knows best, often completly unaware of the damage he has caused.

However most of the time he does try to do what he feels is 'right' but his perception of right and wrong are a little distorted causing even more mayhem.

Your name: Talencia
Basket Gender: male
Basket/Foal name (meaning optional: Mortiri
Brief personality: Mortiri tends to take after his mother. He is a solitary sort, tending to pin his ears and bare his teeth at the sunshiney and bouncy sorts that try to 'brighten his day'. He likes his days just as they are, thank-you-very-much. He isn't a very cheerful soquili, admittedly, but for all his dark appearance, he isn't exactly unhappy either.

For beneath his sour exterior, he takes quiet pleasure in small things. Noone ever bothers to ask if he enjoys watching a single white butterfly fluttering alone in the deep murk of the forest, lit like a flame from a slanting ray of sunshine. None would guess that he finds beauty in a lonely, stunted tree growing from a jutting rock out in the middle of the turmoil of a storm-tossed bay. His sense of appreciation does tend towards singular things, he'd have to admit, but he tends to prefer enjoying them alone. For now, at least. it will take a tolerant, subdued, quiet mare to patiently wait and become accepted into his isolated life.

Your name:Paynes Gray
Basket Gender:Male
Basket/Foal name (meaning optional:Woodrow (Old English meaning, "row of houses by a wood")

Brief personality:Being known the decedent* of a ruthless death-bringer (or two), Woodrow has dismal expectations from others. Most foals his age are taught by their parents to just stay away. But being an outcast is no burden for the young vagrant, in fact he seems quite content to be free and live as he pleases without fear of disappointing anyone. Thus as a foal he is not much more than a layabout; a lazyass. The neighboring families whisper and curtly steer their children away as he roams by, silently wondering when the bloodthirsty hunger of his lineage will ripen and wreak havoc upon their quiet surroundings. This child cares not for blood, but is all the more at ease knowing you think he does. He vows to spend the rest of his days living a meaningless parasitic existence, stretching the kindness of unwitting strangers to its limit and being an all around public nuisance where ever he be.

(Note- If he is born blind, this would be a great advantage to his lifestyle as he would use his blindness as a ruse to get hand-outs from others.)

*I was going to say son but you never know, looks may be deceiving. >>''

Your name: cyhorse
Basket Gender: Female
Basket/Foal name (meaning optional: Desdemona
Brief personality:
Likes: Being alone most of the time, fending for herself
Dislikes: Others helping her
Hobbies: Exploring the land despite her lack of sight

Filly- She will be extremely clumsy. (Assuming that she will inherit her father's lack of eyes. If she does have eyes, she will be blind) Des will often trip over her own hooves and fall, but she won't let anyone help her up. She will be very confident in herself, even though she falls a lot. At times she will blurt out whatever she is thinking about. She will look up to both of her parents if they stay together.

Mare- As she grows older, she will not trip over herself as much and become more independent. If another tries to help her, she will think it is because of the fact that she can't see and will reject their help and possibly grow a bit annoyed with them for trying to help her. She will still say whatever is on her mind as she grows older and will like to be on her own, but not mind the company of others if they come around. Des will enjoy proving others wrong if they say she can't do something, because her lack of sight.

Your name: moonlit-raven
Basket Gender: Male
Basket/Foal name (meaning optional): Nelo
Brief personality: Nelo is calm and collected, his words soft. He isn't one to reveal much about himself to anyone, no matter how well they know him. He is selfish, but he does care for those he loves, occasionally, at least.

Your name: Makette
Basket Gender: Male (or female, the name's pretty gender neutral)
Basket/Foal name (meaning optional: Arbiter
Brief personality: Arbiter enjoys keeping to himself, though will interact with others when he has to. He isn't afraid to take up a problem with the foal, or adult, in question, and not let anything stand in his way.

If they would stand in his way, that is. For some reason, other are rather unsettled around him and inch away when he isn't looking. Arbiter has no idea why this happens, though having a dad perpetually covered in blood and holding a very large cleaver sword in his mouth might have something to do with it....

Your name: Kamiki
Basket Gender: male
Basket/Foal name: Philodox
Brief personality: Dox's heart is a tormented jumbled mess of mixed emotions. He struggles constantly through life trying to find his rightful place; torn between a outward desire to appear strong and a inward desire to be accepted. Especially in his younger years, Dox has an incredibly hard time interacting with other Soquili. His appearance is off-putting, looking raggled or harsh, exasperated by (-enter “evil” characteristics inherited from this parents, either a skinwalker like pelt, blood, or eyelessness, etc), which often mars first impressions. Though he wants to get close and be friendly with other Soqs, he has a short temper, which is often set off by his own frustration of social ineptitude. As a result he has developed a bit of a “porcupine syndrome” - never allowing anyone to get close, less they be hurt or driven away from him. Eventually as he grows and matures, he will become a little less awkward, but no more adapt at making long term friends. He becomes a sort of rouge, dark philosopher; wandering the lands speaking his observations of the cruel world to no one in particular.