Memoirs of a Felon- Chaos

Inmate: Chaos
Incarceration: 5 years
Crime Committed: Stallion
Under Surveillance: Chaos is a massive horse at 15 hands, a cross between a mustang and gods-know-what-else. A pure buckskin, scars adorn his hide in various shapes and form, stories from long ago battles, won or lost, usually the latter. There's nothing particularly interesting about his looks, which is just fine with him.

High Risk Inmate: At best times, Chaos is one mean SOB. Twisted in mind, his moods and reactions are unpredictable, and exactly what side of him you'll meet is about as predictable as throwing a handful of die and guessing all the numbers. He's been known to be someone's best friend one day and kill them the next. Split personalities are partly to blame, though they all have one thing in common; don't mess with them.

Rap Sheet: Chaos grew up about as normally as any other horse in a herd of 10. His dam held no special place in the ranks, therefor when Chaos hit a year and a half, the stallion of the herd sent him on his way. He remained in a bachelor band for the better part of 3 years, all the while learning to socialize, fight, and earn his right to lead the young studs. However, something in his head wasn't right, and slowly his mind became twisted and corrupted, the other studs marking him as insane and abandoned him. He wandered for a long while, passing through every terrain one can imagine, seeing what trouble he could stir up.