;; Freedom ;;

[x Freedom x]

Name ;;
Freedom

Age ;;
4 years

Gender ;;
Stallion

Element ;;
Fire

Appearance ;;
Freedom is a young, lithe black stallion and has the exact same appearance as his father Storm, one of the stallions who started the fight that caused the elements to come forth. Freedom has a western slang to him and long, legs, with a thin build. He doesn't need much to survive. His coat is short and rough, containing jet black hairs like that of his father's. The only way he takes after his mother is because of her rare green-blue eyes with pictures of flames printed in them.

Personality ;;
Freedom is arrogant and doesn't care for other horses very much, yet once he gets attached to someone he tends to not want them to leave his side. Freedom is sly and tricky yet very fast and just enjoys to be on his own most of the time. Like most fire equines, he is short tempered and gets annoyed easily but many fire mares have fallen for him in the past yet he hasn't sired any foals to the current date.

History ;;
Freedom was born to Storm exactly a year after the elements came forth, being known to most as the prince of fire. His mother Adder was a fiery chestnut mare who fell for Storm and became his mate. Freedom grew up the envy of most foals and had no friends, but not because no one else liked him. He actually hardly noticed that fact. He didn't feel that he needed friends. Now, Freedom is independent as his mother died trying to bare Storm's second foal but he considers himself the leader of all Fires, to the annoyance of some. Shortly after that a beautiful ice mare fell for him and he loved her. They had met as both wandered in the forest, she living near the Oasis. They had mated yet almost been found out and stopped seeing each other. He has no notice of what happened to her.

Role Play Sample ;;
Freedom searched the forest.
It had been only one full moon ever since he had last met Chance here, but it seemed like a lifetime.
The moment replayed thoroughly in his head, to the black Fire stallion's dismay. They had met and she had been urgent to tell him something that he did not know, but she had broke off as another stallion who had been courting her came galloping towards her to "fight off the fire intruder". Freedom had left that moment, but to his own dismay and his mate's.
Freedom shook his mane in wonder. Had the courting stallion mated with her? He did not know, yet he hoped not. The last word she had uttered before he left had given it all away like the last drop of dew on the grass gave way to spring.
Foal.
She was in foal, and he was the sire.
If the courter had fallen for her and she given in, there was no hope. He'd kill the foal and Freedom's sirehood and only descendant would be lost forever. The black stallion didn't even know if he would fall in love again. At least not until he found out what had became of Chance.
Freedom whinnied painfully and turned, jogging away with one last look over his narrow shoulders at the trees as he loped towards the tundra.

Codeword ;;
The codeword is not to be found, but battles to be fought