The Outlaw- Ref Sheet

Name: (He doesn't have a real name, so the legends call him "The Outlaw". Jinx, his adopted filly vampire daughter, named him "Oscar", but just calls him "dad")
Appearance: Bangs have curl at end. Shaggy, extremely hairy. Intimidating. Heavier feathering. Moderately stocky. Eyes glow white when using powers.
Breed: Tennessee Walking horse x ???
Age: ??? (Projected at 8 to 10 yrs.)
HH: 18hh
Sex: Stallion
Sire: (The Gunslinger)
Dam: (Miss Marie) -DECEASED-
Created: December 2010
Personality: Prone to mood swings and depression. Enjoys: Sitting under blue spruce trees on a muggy summer day and looking for the simple beauties of life all around us. He loves it when it snows or rains. Dislikes: Droughts, superstitious people, night time, and gunfire. He also has a soft spot for an orphaned filly he found, buried in the snow…

Story: They call him “The Outlaw” for a pretty good reason.

No one knows the real story, but the tall tales around here seem to be partially true.

They all start off along the lines of “Years ago…” and end with “Saw it with my own two eyes!”

Most of the time, they aren’t lying.

“Years ago, when I was a vet tech at a big fancy English stable, something happened. I mean, sure it was foaling season, but no one could’ve ever expected this… There I was, kneeling on the ground, my body slicked with sweat. The most beautiful mare in the whole of Bluegrass Country was lying right there in front of me, also sweating like there was no tomorrow. She was giving birth to a rather large colt, and my employer, the Vet, was on the verge of passing out. I couldn’t blame him. We had been working nonstop for the past 6 hours… And it was 3 ‘o clock in the morning. The mare had given up an hour ago. I stroked her delicate head and looked deep into her glossy eyes. There I found the worst thing possible- Despair. Agony washed over me. She wasn’t going to make it, and at that point, the Vet knew too. We couldn’t give up, though. The colt was still healthy and eager to make it out into the world. We worked for another hour, trying everything we could. Then, the-” And the words caught in his throat for a moment, all thoughts scattering. His audience leaned in, yearning for more. Finally, he took a deep breath, and continued, shakily… “The… Mare… Began to choke… The colt came out… Blood… Screaming… He stood up, and snuffled at his dam… she was d-” The storyteller’s girlfriend put her hand on his shoulder. “D… Dead, and….” He swallowed. This was the part he hated the most, the part that kept him up at night, shivering… “The colt saw it. He screamed. It was hardly a scream, though… It was like a wailing roar. His… Eyes… Glowed white… and my boss, the Vet… He was choking too, with his hands around his throat. The colt did it to him… Then the wall blasted away, and that maddened foal took out into the night, and he Vet stopped choking… He was ok after the ambulance came…” The young man was now reliving it- everything that had happened that night was happening again. “The colt was loose on the farm. He slashed out, his eyes solid white like a blind creature, at anything, or anyone in his path… He killed the dog. It was trying to attack him, and… He was just tormented by the fact that his mother was dead… Then, after a few more minutes of his terror, he sprinted off into a grove of pines and no human has seen him since…” The listening audience was shocked with disbelief. One snickered. “It’s all true!!!” The storyteller abruptly stood up, yelling. “I saw it with my own two eyes!!!” There was silence; they were never going to believe him.


Meanwhile, this fantastic creature that everyone supposedly fears was indeed alive. He was at the base of the mountain, snuffling around for bits of weed to eat, when there was a sharp cracking noise. He knew the sound of a shotgun, however far and faint it was. He didn’t run this time. Well, at least not until he heard the avalanche. Most of the snow on the mountain was careening towards him in a deadly cloud, consuming all in its path. He stared, awestruck for a moment, then turned on a dime in midair and bolted. He ran until the horrible crashing noises stopped, then turned around. Where he had been standing, just moments ago, was buried beneath at least 10 feet of heavy, wet snow. Did he think about the fact that he had just nearly been buried alive? Nope. He was thinking about his dinner of dried weeds, trapped under all of that damn snow. Crap. He was just about to walk away from this minor disaster when he heard a muffled scream, and froze. He twiddled his ears about, his eyes wide. The scream sounded again, this time much more desperate- Like it was suffocating. He took immediate action, and summoned his powers. He pinpointed the source of the screaming, and with an effortless heave, he lifted 2 tons of that heavy, wet snow into the air with his mind, then tossed it aside. He walked up to the gaping hole, placing his feet cautiously, then peered in. There, coughing and shuddering, was a small filly, who had been trapped during the avalanche. The stallion figured that his job was done, and began to walk away. The filly heard him, looked up and asked, “Why are you leaving me?” In the tiniest, most pitiful voice the hard- hearted stallion had ever heard emerge from a fellow equine. He stopped walking, and stood motionless, before replying, “I have helped you. My job-” No, that wasn’t right, “My… Favor, is done.” He corrected. The filly coughed again, then sneezed. The mighty stallion sighed. This wasn’t over yet. “Where is your dam?” He asked. The filly was silent. The Outlaw looked over his shoulder, waiting for a response. After a few minutes, he walked back up to the hole and looked in at the filly. She was quietly sobbing, her head bowed. The stallion’s heart cracked… She was an orphan. He summoned his powers once more, and carefully lifted the young horse out of the pit and onto the ground. She didn’t look up, and she didn’t stop crying. “What is your name?” The liver chestnut stallion asked quietly. She stopped crying a little, then looked at his legs. “I- I never got one.” The stallion’s heart melted this time, thudding and raw. Tears stung at his silver eyes… She was just like him. Just. Like. Him. Alone, and abandoned… Nameless- A ghost, feared by all and loved by no one. Then the filly spoke, “What is your name?” At first he couldn’t respond. Then he told her, “I never got one either.” Although most people called him “The Outlaw”, everyone knew he was nameless, even him. The filly gazed up into his milky eyes, her own shining brightly, filled with the possibility of hope. “I could give you a name,” She whispered. His mouth dropped open, drifting back into a faint, closed smile. “And then I could name you, too.” The filly smiled, hot tears running down her long dainty face. She stood up, shakily, and the two orphans walked off into the sunrise, eager to meet the new day ahead of them.

After spending some good time together, the filly named the stallion “Oscar”, and Oscar named the filly “Jinx”.
Together, as a family, they went on countless, daring adventures… Which is what I will draw.

Other: Power: The ability to move and manipulate objects and animals with his mind.

History: He was originally to be adopted from =boribaby's first ever adoptable sheet, but when that failed, he was given as a gift from *amberlini from ~xaarts's (now ~littlelasthope) second adoptable sheet.


Based off of: Wolverine and Rogue... He also kind of developed into his own character over the past few months.
Name?: Synonym of "rogue"
Designed by?: ~xaarts
Power: The ability to move and manipulate objects and animals with his mind.


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