Wasatch Pine Mustang Ranch Character Directory

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Humans
Ryan Wolf ♂ { Student }
Lydia ___ ♀ { Student }

Horses
Phantom ♀ { Belongs to Ryan }
Slate ♂ { Belongs to Nell }

Pets
Callie ♀ { Belongs to Ryan }

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R Y A N • W O L F

Ryan Wolf is a tall, lanky 17 year old boy with somewhat broad shoulders. He has jet black hair that likes to stick up and has light, gray-blue eyes. The outside of his irises are a dark blue ring while it lightens and then allows a gold ring to center around his pupils. He has faint darker flecks inside the iris as well. Ryan stands at approximately 5'11" and his growing continues, though slowly now. Ryan has a faint scar on his right hand where the hand connects to his wrist, though it was from playing as a child. Ryan has long arms and legs with a slightly shorter torso. He is lightly muscled and has light, olive skin tones so he doesn't burn too easily in the sun. There is always a faint smile playing along his face, though his face can harden into a cold glare if he is upset. He is a bit clumsy due to his height, having gone through a growth spurt that left him a bit gangly and awkward. He trips often as a result but is slowly growing used to his height.

Ryan Wolf is a bright young man, intelligent and full of energy. He is surprisingly mature for his age, though not without reason. Though he is happy for the most part, he does flinch back from talking too much about his family. He is somewhat sensitive but won't hold a grudge against anyone. He tries to help anyone that needs it and has great knowledge of horses. If he works with a horse, you can bet he has first set up a bond with it and will work with that horse no matter what. He is very determined and likes a good laugh now and then, though there are times when he knows he must be serious. He doesn't like it too much when anyone delves into his past, though he will regretfully answer a question. He is honest but would prefer only small truths get out occasionally. Ryan sees himself as the guy that anyone can go to if they need consolation. He is willing to be the shoulder someone can cry on.

Ryan Wolf was born to a young couple in Michigan just starting out their family on September 22nd. He was a pretty good kid, though of course he had his share of trouble. He was a mama's boy through and through but looked forward to the day his father taught him how to play ball. His life was changed the day his parents were killed in a car accident. He went through foster care, having no other relatives and was soon adopted by a couple headed to Colorado. They couldn't have children of their own and so Ryan was a precious gift to them. The only thing that was wrong was that their new seven year old son never spoke. He had stopped speaking around the time that he lost his parents. For over a year, not a peep came from Ryan. Finally though, his adoptive mother came to Ryan at the right moment, comforting him from a bad dream. He has clung to the family since then. He grew up on their ranch in Colorado near some mountains and had his own horse, a beautiful mare named Ladybird. They did barrel-racing together until the mare's untimely death when Ryan was fifteen. Ryan hasn't bonded with a horse since then. In the time before he came to Wasatch, he adopted a deaf Border Collie pup and trained her with hand signals. Lately, Ryan has been working with a blind mare named Phantom, finally bonding with another horse.

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P H A N T O M

Phantom is a 7 year old American Paint Horse mare with a piebald coat. Her coat features a deep black that has contrast in the snowy white of her markings. She stands quite high at 16.1hh and has wide hips. She has splash markings minimally expressed, making her look as if she's been dipped in paint legs-first. She has white stockings and a bald face, though it covers only half of it, ranging from below her right ear to above her right lip and not reaching over to cover the left side of her face. This in turn, seems to resemble a white half-mask reminiscent of the Phantom of the Opera's mask, though one must look at her markings for a moment to see the mask. She has a white saddle patch on her back between her withers and croup, marking her as a tobiano, though there is a small black patch within this white marking. Because of her white face markings, her right eye is blue while her left eye is brown. Sadly, she cannot see out of either eye, both of which are faintly clouded.

Phantom was once a very sweet, curious filly. She would play with other foals, and grew into a strong yearling with good qualities for a lead mare. This all changed following her separation from her herd, leaving her scared. When she was with the humans that found her, she defied their attempt to tame her, keeping away from them and isolating herself. When she lost her sight, she turned into a different horse. She was angry, scared, and seemed to hate the world. Trailers and ropes put her into a primal rage, kicking out and screaming if she was subjected to them. She refused to trust any human, mainly because, if she ever did start to trust one, it was soon out of her life. She is fiercely intelligent, compensating for her blindness with her sense of hearing and her smarts. She doesn't trust many people but is starting to accept Ryan Wolf.

Phantom was born wild somewhere in the mountains in the west. She grew into a confident filly with future potential as a lead mare until a wildfire sent the herd fleeing. The filly was separated and rescued by humans of the BLM and quickly purchased for her beauty. She proved to be extremely stubborn and refused to be cooperate with the humans. She was passed around before winding up back in the busy BLM. An epidemic swept through the herd, leaving a sickly Phantom without sight. When she was better, she was once more sold off only to return three days later. Finally, she was taken away for close to a year. Things went south from there. Wild and unpredictable, the blind young mare had fallen into a state of neglect and was sent to an auction where she was soon on an overcrowded trailer. She got loose during the unloading and fled blindly, fear and hunger leaving her weak in her escape. She was found and left in the BLM's care once again where they attempted to get her feeling a bit better. With her still emaciated but refusing care, she was sent to Wasatch in the hopes that someone would be able to break into her trust. Ryan has since managed to calm her down. She's no longer aggressive, but she doesn't quite trust anyone aside from Ryan.

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S L A T E

Slate is a well-muscled Mustang stallion at 9 years of age. He has a handsome Slate Grullo coat coloring, which is what gave him his name. The grullo coat with a blue-gray tint to it often winds up confused with a blue roan coat, though this is not the case. His coat is a brownish color with the tint and no white hairs intermingling. Slate has a short, muscular body, reaching only 15.0hh at the withers. He has a block head and short, thick neck. His body is compact and he had thick muscles along his body. His mane and tail are an inky black, though he has one bit of cream in his mane and tail respectively. Because he is grullo, he has primitive leg barring and a dorsal stripe, while his legs and head are darker than his body color. His eyes are like deep blue flames, wild and angry. His hooves are a dark gray and his body has many scars from battles with other stallions.

Slate is purely wild, through and through. He has absolutely no trust or care for humans, considering them to be a good threat. He has the typical mindset of a stallion, willing to fight to the death against any stallion for a couple of mares. He cares only for his food, mares, and to show that he's a boss horse. He refuses to let humans near and hates to be confined. If he is caught, he'll expend all energy to free himself and his mares. It would be wise to keep him away from other stallions and to have supervision when working with him. He is a cunning, stubborn horse and won't admit defeat until the ground has run red. He absolutely hates dogs, viewing them to be vile coyotes and will chase them off by biting and kicking. He seems aware that he's smaller and will try to use his stature to his advantage, throwing his body down low to try and unbalance another stallion. He no longer tries to kill Nell everytime she nears, though he remains quite dangerous.

Slate was born wild and free and was driven away from his heard once he was an able-bodied young horse. He was in a bachelor herd that dissipated when each bachelor started settling into their own herd. It soon fell to a two-horse band that returned to the land in which Slate was born. He found a sick, weak stallion in charge and drove him out, not caring that this once-grand stallion had sired him. He battled with the other bachelor and soon drove him out, taking over as lead stallion for his herd. For a few years, he kept a tight lead over the herd. His herd was small but he ruled it with strength, battling smartly with other stallions. He would fight hard for his mares but if any were to be stolen from him, it was the weaker mares that he fought less for. He stole occasionally, bringing new blood to his herd and producing some foals. One day though, strange creatures pursued his herd, splitting it up with cunning evil. Within an hour, all his mares were taken with ropes from two-legged creatures that he feared. He fought against them before being left behind while his mares were taken far from him. He has searched the lands around Wasatch and has closed in, drawn forth by the tempting scent of new mares. He was captured by Nell when he stole her filly and, during another escape, it was discovered that the stallion had a heart condition. Getting him too worked up could prove fatal to him. Nell has worked hard to tame him, though he is really only calm with her.

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C A L L I E

Callie is a female Border Collie at two and a half years of age. She has a black and white coat with the typical Border Collie markings. She has a black coat with a white blaze down her face, a white collar/ruff, legs, chest, belly, and tailtip. The white blaze on her face reaches her eyes, leaving them to be a bright, icy blue color. She appears totally normal aside from being deaf and is of average height and weight for a female of her breed. She often has her ears pricked upward, flopping at the tips and loves to jump over things with her agile, light frame. Callie's eyes spark with intelligence and she appears to be very eager. Around Callie's neck is a black leather color with her license and one stating that she is hearing disabled should she ever get lost.

Callie is an eager, bright young dog with the herding instincts of a good Border Collie in her. Because she cannot hear signals, she has never worked with herding and thus may get into a lot of trouble around horses, cattle, and sheep. She is eager to learn hand signals and will constantly watch people intently, unnerving those that are unaware that she is deaf and waiting for signals. Callie is completely unaware that she is different than other dogs, unaware that she is disabled at all. She shows little fear and is loyal to anyone that will pay a little attention to her. She has a great sense of sight and smell and will attach herself to anyone sad or sick. She is very expressive and curious, though her sense of adventure does get her into trouble if she's not supervised. Despite all this, she has strong motherly instincts and is drawn to babies of all species. She has taken kittens from litters and tried raising them herself until Ryan rescued the poor things and will pin cats occasionally to wash them.

Callie was born on a ranch and sent to the dog shelter when she and two littermates weren't sold off. She was the only remaining puppy when it was discovered that she was deaf. She stayed for as long as the shelter would hold a dog. The day that she was to be put down, Ryan happened to be volunteering there. When he found out about the pup's fate, Ryan called home to his adoptive parents and asked to bring her home. They allowed it and the puppy went home the next day, once she'd been vaccinated by the vet. She settled in well with Ryan and by three months of age, had learned to watch Ryan constantly for hand signals. By nine months of age, she had the basics down almost all the way. Ryan has worked hard with Callie and was delighted when he could bring her along with him. She enjoys being on the ranch, especially with all the mud puddles available.

[Goldie]

<sub>People
Min Chance
Cam Fletcher


Pets
Neptune
Goalie
Cole Jenks


Horses
Rodeo Winner
Solar Winds
Inked
CC

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Minnie Elizabeth Chance
Minnie, or Min as you had better call her, has dirty blond hair past five inches shoulder blades. It has natural sunstreaks and highlights in it, turning every strand a different shade of blond, from nearly brown to shimmering gold. She has bangs cut at an angle that are swpt to the right side of her face, not quite long enough to be tucked behind her ear. She has a pair of lovely dark green eyes, the eyes the color of dark pine needles. A ring of darker, nearly black green surrounds the iris. Min has sunkissed, tanned skin. She has a faint halter top tan from where her bathing suit ties behind her neck and over her collar bone, but it isn't too noticable. Across the bridge of her nose and her cheeks are a swarm of light freckles. She stands at about 5'8 and weighs probably 115 pounds or so. Also, she has two tattoos; One is a small silver horseshoe on the middle of her lower back and the other is a black treble clef on a light green background that fades to Min's natural skin color.
Min can be pretty hotheaded when crossed. Her temper can be very venomous and she can be very mean, but if you stay on her good side then you might have a chance at having one of the most loyal people at Wasatch be your friend. Min is also pretty sarcastic and rude, but only to people she doesn't like or when her temper is wearing thin. She is a very respectful girl when talking to adults though. Min is very stubborn, being more hardheaded than a mule. If she wants something done her way, she won't stop until it happens. She will stand up to anyone or anything if it means something she thinks is wrong is stopped. She's brave in that way. She is scared of a couple things though. She is terrified of spiders and has a strange fear of the dark, but her biggest fear is probably heights.
Min moved around alot as a child. Her parents were killed in a car accident when she was five. She went to live with her godfather, Jake Hall. He was the owner of a traveling rodeo and went all around the South putting on shows with his cowboys. When Min was in fourth grade he decided that they should settle down so that Min and her brother Matt could focus on school and make some friends. They lived in Jake's home town, a small town by the name of Waving Pines, and


Cam Fletcher
Cam, or Cammison as some of his friends call him, is one of the lover-boys at the ranch. He has jet black hair that is brushed to the side and flips out at the ends slightly. He has sort of pale skin that is lightly tanned and bright, turquoise blue eyes. His eyes are his main feature, the right eye being green instead of blue but you can't really tell unless you look really hard. He has perfectly strait teeth, thanks to braces during middle school, and has dapples of barely there freckles that can only be seen if the sun hits his face just right. He has a slim build, being around 5'6 with a flat stomach with a soft six-pack. He has played soccer since he was five and was his high school's star goalie for two years. He's usually found wearing sneakers, shorts, and a t-shirt. He also always wears a thin energy necklace almost at all times, never taking it off. Also a small C is tattooed on the inside of his wrist in black ink.
Cam is a playful, kind boy who loves to laugh and smile. He was always the social butterfly of his classes and made friends very easily. He knows how to read music and plays a few instruments, mostly drums though he does belt out a tune on a trumpet if he can find one. Cam has a cool and calm personality, not the one to get into fights or yell though he does have a few tiny scars on his knuckles from getting into a couple small brawls. He doesn't like to fight but will to protect his friends or something he believes in. Cam is also very protective and also gets jealous easily sometimes. He is also one of the people who you can trust with your life and deepest secret, knowing he'll take secrets to the grave.
Cam moved to Min's small town in fourth grade after his family came down from North Carolina. Cam was in Min's class and sat next to her. The two were best friends off the bat after Min bit him hard enough to draw blood after Cam cut off Min's ponytail. The two have been inseperable since then. Cam was always carrying Min's books and making sure she got to class alright, having a crush on her since the first day he saw her. He was there for her when her first boyfriend broke her heart, punched another boyfriend in the nose after he grabbed Min's butt, picked her up from a party after the boy she went with passed out drunk then proceeded to break the guy's nose the next day when he showed up at Min's front porch. Him and Min even shared a first kiss. Cam's family loved Min and the girl was over at Cam's all the time, Cam coming over to Min's house constantly as well. When Min's mare had her first foal she gave that filly to Cam, letting him name the baby horse and everything as long as he kept her at Min's house. Soon, the two were off to Wasatch together and thats the end of story.</sub>

[Cloudy]

ｈｏｍｅ ｉｓ ｎｏｗ ｂｅｈｉｎｄ ｙｏｕ; ｔｈｅ ｗｏｒｌｄ ｉｓ ａｈｅａｄ．

ｈｏｍｅ ｉｓ ｂｅｈｉｎｄ， ｔｈｅ ｗｏｒｌｄ ａｈｅａｄ， ａｎｄ ｔｈｅｒｅ ｍａｎｙ ｐａｔｈｓ ｔｏ ｔｒｅａｄ．

ｔａｂｌｅ ｏｆ ｃｏｎｔｅｎｔｓ

_{♂ Quinn Langford Brighton
♂ Shadowfax}

---ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ ｓｈａｄｏｗ， ｔｏ ｔｈｅ ｅｄｇｅ ｏｆ ｎｉｇｈｔ， ｕｎｔｉｌ ｔｈｅ ｓｔａｒｓ ａｒｅ ａｌｌ ａｌｉｇｎｅｄ．--

ｑｕｉｎｎ ｂｒｉｇｈｔｏｎ

“Carry on my wayward son – there’ll be peace when you are done. Lay you weary head to rest, don’t you cry no more.”

<sub>Quinn Langford Brighton is the epitome of the gruff, solitary teenager - at least, in looks. He has a vicious-looking, long scar running down the right side of his face from an accident when he was a kid. His hair is a jet black coloring, longer than most boys' hair but not too long. The jet black of his hair enhances the stark green of Quinn's eyes. Quinn is fairly tall, standing about 5’9”, with a smooth, chiseled form. He is rather muscular, though he is by no means ‘buff’ or ‘ripped.’ He is simply in shape, as is natural from the rigid work that comes from working at a farm. He holds himself with a certain, lazy grace, with his spine half-way straightened and his arms sweeping loosely at his sides. He has nice, toned abs, but not obnoxiously so.

Quinn is an all-around good guy and is a nice person to hang out with. He has a lazy, laid-back air about him, and is rarely the cause of drama. On the contrary, Quinn is often the person who breaks up the drama and is often used in school to break up fights amongst friends. He as a certain intimidating look about him, accented by the long, ragged scar across the right side of his face and the deep glowing green orbs he has for eyes. But, as stated before, Quinn is rather laid-back and chill. He doesn’t like conflict, and, if placed in the middle of a friend-on-friend fight, will often refuse to choose sides and force them to work it out amongst them.

Quinn’s childhood is rather pleasant. He grew up in a nice family and a nice household. When he was five, he fell onto a broken cup face-first – hence the long scar the side of his face. The greatest upset within his family that Quinn can remember is the death of his grandmother, whom he was fairly close to, to cancer.</sub>

---ｍｉｓｔ ａｎｄ ｓｈａｄｏｗ， ｃｌｏｕｄ ａｎｄ ｓｈａｄｅ － ａｌｌ ｓｈａｌｌ ｆａｄｅ， ａｌｌ ｓｈａｌｌ ｆａｄｅ．---

ｓｈａｄｏｗｆａｘ

“Run, Shadowfax! Show us the meaning of haste!”

<sub>The sleek form of Shadowfax is a sight to see on the horizon. The pure, stark white horse is a rare kind, his coat a gleaming symbol of angelic purity. He is a perfectly built stallion – colt? – of three years old with a cool, mellow personality – that is, if he likes you. If he does not like or trust you, Shadowfax is not the horse to mess with. Should you try to ride him – no, just don’t do it. It is quite possibly the stupidest thing you can ever do. The moment you believe yourself settled Shadowfax will make your ride hell. He will swing his form around in capricious, whimsical, jerky movements and attempt to dislodge you. Should that fail, he will slam his front hooves down in a sudden stop in an attempt to throw you. Should that fail, Shadowfax will take you on the fastest run in all the land. He is quite possibly the fastest horse at Wasatch – Quinn refers to Shadowfax at times as ‘the Lord of Horses.’ His sweeping form becomes a pure white, angelic blur as he cascades across the land. If all else fails, Shadowfax’s speed alone will throw you.

Like many other horses at Wasatch, Shadowfax was brought in from the wild and turned loose inside the Wild Horse pasture. He took to Quinn almost instantly, and will only allow Quinn the pleasure of riding upon the Lord of Horses.</sub>

[Spotify]

"I hear the wind across the plain, A sound so strong - that calls my name, It's wild like the river - it's warm like the sun, Ya it's here - this is where I belong. Under the starry skies - where eagles have flown, This place is paradise - it's the place I call home, The moon on the mountains,The whisper through the trees, The waves on the water, Let nothing come between this and me. 'Cuz everything I want - is everything that's here, and when when we're all together - there's nothing to fear and wherever I wander - the one thing I've learned It's to here - I will always....always return."

Humans ;;

Hope Ballard

Tallulah "Tally" Runninghorse

Horses ;;

Frostbitten Elegance

Mismiki Issoba

Other Animals ;;

Kali

Rebel

[Heather]

You should have raised a baby girl I should have been a better son.










Tate and Bijorni







Lady Bane and Ruffian.

[stellaluna]

Elsie


Navajo

[Leo]

Anne and her doggy Bubs.




Bubs


Braylin