The Soul of Alexander (Horse Bio) [OPEN]

Name: Alexander Soul
Nickname: Soul
Age: 7
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Irish Sport Horse X Thoroughbred X
Description: Soul is a tall horse at 17.2hh. He's not just height either, he's got a broad, muscular body with well defined muscles. His legs are fairly thick, not like his thoroughbred breeding, but closer to his Irish Sport Horse lineage. His coat with a rich, deep red chestnut that looks like fire in the sun. He's got thick but short hair with a velvety touch all over. This gorgeous stallion has deep, dark amber eyes that seem to peer into your very soul. He has a white snip upon his black velvety nose. His mane and tail are the only a shade or two darker than his coat, and his tail is mere inches from the ground and his mane, long, half way down his shoulders. His forelock falls just below his eyes, which he often flicks away. His has a white sock upon his front left leg as well as white socks on his back legs. The only thing that is off from his tidy appearance is four scars symmetrical from each other upon the right side of his rump, when he had been attacked by a cougar.
Personality: Proud yet gentle, Soul is a gentleman at most times. He would never purposely harm a mare and he's actually rather polite towards most stallions as well. However, if he anger him or he doesn't respect you, he can be rather rude if you're a mare and rude and aggressive towards stallions. However, though Soul is gentle, he is not one to pretend he likes you. If he doesn't like you, you will know. With his massive height and muscular body, he's an opponent not to mess with should you get on his bad side.
History: Born and raised in a herd of his father, a stallion named Zorga, a stallion similar to Soul now, but slightly darker and only 16.3hh. His mother, a 16hh honey chestnut mare named Annie. Soul grew quickly and if he didn't look so similar to his father, they would have suspected he was from another sire. He stayed until he was almost 2, where he left the herd after Zorga asked him to go. When he was 5, he was walking through some mountains when a cougar had pounced on him, claws sinking and scraping deeply into the right side of his rump. The large stallion managed to shake off the cat, before he gave it a near miss quick to frighten it off before he quickly left the mountain. It was actually a miracle Soul had survived. The wound had infected and he almost died, but he somehow survived the worst night of his life and then slowly made a steady recovery.He's been wandering since and contemplating starting a herd of his own