Who Can You Trust Nowadays....?

[Who]

Me horses;

Johanna[/u]
Name: Johanna
Age: 5
Breed: Friesian
Genetics: ____
Color: Black
Gender: Mare
Height: 15.3 hands
Power(s): Telepathy
Personality: Johanna is an older, quiet mare. She's been through and seen a lot but doesn't like to open herself up to other people. Johanna reads people to get things to go her way. She feels as if she's too nice - not being able to turn down an asking for a little help.
Appearance: She's a constant, death hued black. Her aging shows through a few peeking gray hairs on her pelt, mane, and tail. Wavy, coal colored mane brushes her shoulder, while her banner hovers above of the terrain. Her bodice is muscular: well defined legs, hindquarters, and shoulders.
History: Wandering. After her home herd was stolen by a stallion of brute force - full of himself and only wanting the best for himself. With that, she left with the cover of night her as only companion. Many nights alone and only the stars to converse with, Johanna found herself contempt; almost happy, to live out her own fate as she sees fit. Along the way she had encountered some other herds and family's which she herself could have joined, but decided against it - only really wanting to be by herself. The lands she has seen are many, and far apart. Forests, meadows, valleys, trenches, plains, mountains, and deserts. Many different kinds of persons and people; friendly, quiet, forceful, dangerous. After traversing for, god knows how long, she stumbled upon this land. Where there were 'Gods', and other magical things of importance. Why hadn't she left sooner? She thought.
Likes: The subtle chirping of birds echoing through the forest; the sound bouncing off trees. Swimming; being almost weightless. Darkness - whether it be the time of day or the color, it seems to speak mischief to her.
Dislikes: Crowds; groups; herds; communities - whatever you want to call it, they're all the same: loud; annoying. Catapedaphobia: to sum it up, the opposite of a fear heights. Why Johanna doesn't like low places is still something Johanna doesn't even know - whether it be from a near-death experience or something else. Open spaces; probably leading to the feeling of being vulnerable.
Strengths: Being able to read body language and facial expressions;and using it to her advantage.
Weaknesses: Not being able to stand up for herself or speak out. Being quiet and passive to things going on around her.

Strength: 6
Speed: 4
Endurance: 5
Focus: 7
Agility: 4

Tobias[/u]
Name: Tobias
Age: 3
Breed: Arabian
Genetics: ______
Color: Strawberry Roan
Gender: Male
Height: 15 hands
Power(s): Shape shifting and mind reading.
Personality: Tobias is a ruthless stallion. He shows no emotion and doesn't care. He also has a mindset that mares are definately inferior to him and treats them pretty lousy. He makes them do whatever he wants and doesn't care about his feelings. When he looks at you he looks through you; he cares not of your feelings or of your thoughts. In his perspective, everyone should listen to him. Tobias is very smart and cunning and he also uses words well. He can be very manipulative. So watch out.
Appearance: Tobias' pelt is a solid, strawberry roan that blends with the varying paririe grasses. His muslces bulge from his structure and ripple when his temper grows short. His dished out face is emotionless as events happen around him. Though is strength isn't great, his stamina makes him a threat.
History: His home life was serene. His mother, a less fornate and low down mare on the totempole. The lead stallion, as nice as could be to everybody. Until Tobias was born. Wreaking havoc upon everyone; the elders, mares, and younger foals. Biting, kicking, tripping; being violent as could be to everyone possible in a day before he was to pass out and sleep. The lead stallion wasn't too pleased with him and his ways; being nice the way he was, gave Tobias a chance to change his ways. Little did he change. Physical violence changed to verbal; bringing everybody's moral to an all time low. Tobias was, finally, shunned from his homeland and told never to return. So, without a heavy heart, he left; traversing the lands surrounding his homeland - all of them different. He could have stayed in one of them, but they didn't call out to them. He wanted the right place to wreak havoc. And he found it... Cattivo.
Likes: Power, violence, and mares beneath him.
Dislikes: Reciveing orders, non-listening mares, and people above him.
Strengths: Word manipulation and stamina
Weaknesses: Has a weakness for pretty mares; his lustfulness might just be his downfall.

Strength: 4
Speed: 6
Endurance: 8
Focus: 6
Agility: 7