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"The line between good and evil is permeable and almost anyone can be induced to cross it when pressured by situational forces. Being against evil doesn't make you good. Tonight I was against it and then I was evil myself. I could feel it coming just like a tide... I just wanted to destroy them. But when you start taking pleasure in it you are awfully close to the thing you're fighting. Take my aid and I'll be happy to lead you back into the good. I'm happy to go there because I believe most of us are essentially good. I know that I am but it's you, I'm not entirely sure of."

Information

Name: Jones

Nickname: -

Age: 39 Years Old

Height: 18.2 hh

Breed: Morgan x Mustang

Orientation: Straight

Herd Affiliation: Loners

Rank: The Protector

Family:

Daughter: Ziara
Father: Ivalio
Mother: Niyuna
Aunt:
Cousin:

Ex-Mate:
Adeline

Current Mate:
None

Arch-Nemesis:

Personality

Positive

Heroic | Responsible | Devoted | Sharp

Heroic
"Some souls need help saving themselves... When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they can seem invincible, but in the end, they always fall. Think of it--always."
A quality that seems to run through the blood of his family. When someone is in need, he wil do his best to go out of his way to help them subtly. Or sometimes not so subtly, provided it doesn't interfere with the herds too much or break any of the five sacrements.

Responsible
"It is not our part to master all the tides of the world, but to do what is in us for the succour of those years wherein we are set, uprooting the evil in the fields that we know, so that those who live after may have clean earth to till. What weather they shall have is not ours to rule."
It's safe to say Jones has made plenty of mistakes in the past, he is imperfect just as the rest of Chevalin. Despite this, he has decided to learn from them and has grown to be a more mature individual who understands the consequences of every action he takes. Leaving his family, and the rest of the horses on chevalin, behind so many years ago was something he regrets deeply and something he is determined to make up for.

Devoted
"My life stopped belonging to me a long time ago.. It belongs to them, those who need a gentle push in the right direction."
Though she is very devoted to her job, she is also incredibly curious and investigative. This often means that if there is a lack of activity in her job she will most definitely disappear to explore anything that catches her interest. She is always willing to learn more and a lot of things catch her interest.

Sharp"They were there, watching the whole scene. Two bachelors hiding beyong the clearing a few days ago"
Through experience, Jones has learnt to keep a watchful eye at any given moment even if he is supposed to be relaxing or when nothing particularly eventful is happening. He hasn't perfected his observational skills for when he is in the rush of battle yet but he's trying his best to become better at it.

Negative

Solitary | Evasive | Distant | Unforgiving

Solitary
"I'm sorry but I cannot stay..."
Whenever Jones does appear to aid another individual, it doesnt take him long to dissappear again after he is sure they are alright. He's the very definition of a lone wolf and rarely lets anyone get close to him, or stay in one place for too long.

Evasive
"That is something you have to find out on your own. I'm sorry but it's a question I cannot answer."
Anything past helping the dangerous situation at hand, is something Jones avoid. He doesn't like interfering with anything that is not classified as a threat to someone's life. Only if he is sure the act of helping will not influence any of the herds will he consider it. Any questions of his whereabouts, identity, or past he will only answer cryptically. Even if he knows the answer to an important question, if he believes the individual can find out through their own means he will evade the question. Despite being clairvoyant, he is not everyone's personal crystall ball.

Distant
"People who claim that they're evil are usually no worse than the rest of us... It's people who claim that they're good, or any way better than the rest of us, that you have to be wary of. Most of the evil in this world is done by people with good intentions..."
Over the years, Jones has seen more bad than good done by those around him. He knows no single individual can be entirely made of good, and this makes him cautious and mistrusting. He believes in the good, but never forgets to consider the possible darkness inside anyone he encounters. Subconciously, everyone will always act in a way that will ensure the best possible outcome for themselves and those they love. He's never been the one to be loved, because he keeps others so far away, so he knows no one will ever make a decision that will salvage him.

History

The Legend

The tale of the Loners begins with two horses. One the symbol of good, the other of evil. This story begins with the side of good, though no divide was intended in the beginning.

The first loner went by the name of Zharo. No one knows if this is the name he was given at birth, but his is one that has become legend. It is said that he was once a member of the Olde Herd, and left before the time of the Exiles, but none have ever told the same story. All that is positive is that he left because he believed that the herd needed an outsider, free of bias, true to their heart, someone that would protect them from themselves. He became this image, embodying the soul of what Loners were meant to be in his eyes. While there may have been more free horses before him, they all hid in the shadows, lurking where few dared trespass. Zharo remained a mysterious figure for countless years, appearing only when he was needed, caring for the individuals in need of his assistance.

Unfortunately, none of this was to last. For it was not long before another horse broke away from his herd, rapidly rising to a level that could be called unnatural. His name was Benson - Benson the Deceiver, as he soon came to be called. A cloud of fear surrounded his name, utterances of his insane power going before him as he traveled across the bridges. Terror. Complete terror ensued under his grasp. Rumors spread of his ability to bend any horse to his will, many saying that he had already killed Zharo, the one horse that stood a chance against the fiend. It is now known that he had unlocked his gift - the gift of blood manipulation.

One fateful night not long after, the two met. A red sky marked the fight that would ensue. Zharo finally came to the aid of one of Benson’s victims, arriving just before the evil stallion was to end the poor little mare’s life. A legendary battle ensued, for Zharo had found a way to fight Benson’s bloodbending, and between fighting his own limbs and the hooves of his opponent, the protector was battered and injured. The fight drew closer and closer to the sea, the water lapping at their legs. On that day, Zharo threw himself and Benson into the ocean, sacrificing himself so the isles of Chevalin would be safe. Both stallions drowned, and the lands were safe. . . For a time.

The Child

Before his passing, Zharo passed his legacy on to his son, Falkon, who passed it to his son, Kiaru, who then passed the legacy on to his only son, a stallion by the name of Ivalio. To him was given the title of Protector, bound to serve and help the horses of all herds. By the time he was twenty, his father had taught him all there was to know about tactics and fighting, passing on the ropes of how to truly defend the herd horses. Ivalio dedicated his life to the protection of the herds, seeing it more as his life’s duty than doing it because he cared about the horses living in Chevalin like his father had. This stallion took his Zharo’s mysterious manners seriously to the extreme, making a rule that it would carry on to any of their successors. His rule became to ‘help all of the honest hearts in need, but never lose sight of your calling.’ Though, at one point he himself fell in love with a mare who bore him a son.

Jones was therefore born from the honourable Protector Ivalio and his loving mate Niyuna of Olde. Growing up he always looked up to everything his father stood for, but found it wrong that he saw it as more of a job than something he wanted to do. Ivalio tried to teach his son never to get attatched to those who were his 'charges' to protect until they could protect themselves. Jones saw it differently. He wished to protect Chevalin with the love he had for it's people, and aimed to become his own hero and not one like his father. He knew deep in his heart that their ancestor Zharo was a caring individual with a heart of gold and if anything, he would want his descendants to act out of the same kindness and not out of obligation.

Teenage Years

A light fog lay over the land, but the sun was shining, casting the land in an eerie bright, darkness. Jones and his father joined the festivities of the Day of Triumph with the rest of the loners. That's when the small malicious band of loners approached. And then chaos broke out. The band charged the pine, yelling of Benson's return and the betrayal of the other loners for turning their backs on him.

Blood splattered the ground as Loners all round rushed to their own defense. Jones scattered around in an attempt to find his father, to fight by his side after 16 years of training. Then he saw her, the mare that seemed to lead the attacking group standing over the dead body of a tiny mare. . . but then, it would all change. His father crashed into the mare's side, throwing her back. "Ivalio, I should have known you would show up." Jones heard the stranger rasp madly, a cackling laugh soon following.

"This is over, Exodus. Cease your futile mission and flee!" he barked. Jones smiled to himself and slowly began to step forward to join Ivalio's side. Finally, he got to see his father's true strength.

"Oh, you'd like that wouldn't you," Exodus laughed. "Let's finish this here and now-" And the mare was in motion. The two were fighting, the Protector and the Thief locked in deadly combat. The two horses tore up the grass, trampling down brush and teetering closer and closer to the edge of the cliff. Jones tried to follow, in shock not knowing what he would do should he reach them but his mother held him back. With one swift motion, Ivalio sent her over the edge.

Jones was drawn away from the fight hurriedly and missed what had happened in the commotion. All that reached his ears was the scream of a young filly, which he assumed to be the victim of the treacherous group of loners. But that scream, so blood chilling, would haunt his obscured memories forever. His father and mother would never reveal to him what really happened that day.

A little over a year and a half later, that little filly and the band of loners would again set out with a mission in mind, though this one was bent on killing only a single individual. They had been tracking Ivalio's location for months now, secretly plotting when would be the best time to attack. The day came surprisingly quickly, and with an added bonus. . . they discovered that Ivalio had a mate and son. The perfect bait . . .

They had sprung the perfect trap to captureJones and his mother.

Both were captured and forced to the ground, bloodied and bruised, kept surrounded by the seven remaining members of the rogue band. They were held excruciatingly long and by not murdering them immediately, Jones knew they were after his father. For hours, an unknown mare paced around the circle containing Ivalio's family. His mother had plead for their release and even threatened that her mate would come and find them, but it was futile. It was exactly what they had wanted, and Jones begged his mum to stay quiet. He was determined to find a way out of this without his father having to come to their rescue. It was not much longer before the Protector showed himself, and against all odds, he charged head-first into battle. So enraged were the loners that they dropped their guard of Jones and Niyuna, which allowed them to escape. Three horses charged after them, and four stayed to finish Ivalio off.

Jones ran as fast as he could, urging his mother onwards until he saw her off to safety by detering the three horses following them. Once he had managed to fight them off, a loud thud and the flash of movement caught the corner of his eyes. He halted in his tracks. His father had fallen to the ground and then a booming voice rung in his ears "STOP! He is mine. . ." The unknown mare glided forwards, sliding up beside him like a snake preparing to consume it's prey. "You are done," she hissed in his ear as he lay panting in a pool of his own blood. "You were dead from the moment you killed her." His father looked up at her, sadness in his eyes, but no remorse.

"I did what had to be done," he said simply, allowing his head to fall to the ground. The mare growled furiously at his uncaring defense. Jones watched in disbelief and horror. His father was giving up... No, this wasn't possible! He had to fight, he had to do something! His father would never give up, he would never let himself be beat. Then, like an incredibly vivid nightmare, the young mare grabbed the elder horse about the throat and ripped it out, gashing it with her hooves until his blood poured furiously from the wound. "Noooooo! FATHER!" Jones' voice screamed in hysterics through the air, his chest heaving with panic and his heart pounding so painfully hard he was sure it would explode. His mind racing Jones' head whirled round to try and find anyone who could be of help... But there was no one. What he did see was another of the loner band having revived his spirits and chasing after his mother. In a flurry of commotion, Jones' mind was split in two halves. With one last tear wrenched look at his father, Jones sprinted to protect the only family he had left. Gagging in his own blood, Ivalio slowly died, choking on his own blood, with the blood-colored mare standing over him, reveling in every single second of his pain, feeding off of it, and elation soon filled her. It was done. "I hope Benson finds you in the afterlife," she snarled as she turned away.

The five of them departed that place, leaving Ivalio's body to be devoured by beasts. In the heat of the struggle, Jones had taken out all of his anger and pain on the member of the malicious loner band. Walking away from the scene, they were now so far from the initial attack that the young stallion found it best to find a place to rest. His mother was exhausted and they were both wrought with raw distress and exruciaing pain. Taking one last look in the direction of his father he whispered, "May Zharo rest your soul with the other warriors who died for our cause. And may he give me strength so I can bring honour to your legacy so you can rest in peace."
Jones and Niyuna escaped to the city of Olde, where they took refuge for many years after his father's passing. At that moment he was more determined than ever to become the best protector he possibly could, to prevent such terrible things from ever happening. He vowed to never have a weakness, to never have a family of his own.

Young Adult

No matter how much he tried to avoid it, Jones ended up falling in love with a young mare named Adeline who had recently lost her mate. He couldn't help but adore the single mother and the way she cared for her daughter, reminding him so much of the love he had seen in his mother's eyes towards him. Then disaster struck when the mare fell pregnant of his child and soon the realisation hit him that he had made himself, and them, vulnerable to his enemies. Jones, having seen with his own eyes how his father’s title of protector had brought him nothing but danger, denied wanting anything to do with being a protector despite all the training he had been through.

4 Years of Invisibility

Like his fathers before him, Jones was an expert in dissappearing into the shadows and he took this skill to seemingly vanish off the face of the Earth for an entirety of four years. His name was but a ghost in the memories of those he had saved or the fabled stories of his predecessors. No one but the venerable Ba'Yagu and Nyria of Exile knew of his location, and this remains so every time he dissappears today. Only they know the secrets of his whereabouts and what truly happened during those four years of his life.

Current

For four years, horses speculated the descendants of the heroes to have gone extinct until something changed. The harsh years they had spent unprotected were suddenly compensated with the sudden reappearance of the caring Jones. Rumours say the change in attitude towards his life goal was catalyzed by the responsibility of growing into being a father. Nevertheless, it seems Jones too has followed in the footsteps of his fathers before him and stepped up to become “The Protector”. Jones has helped horses find their lost loved ones, recover lost items, saved lives and done his best to not interfere too much in the business of the herds in the meantime.

Since the war has broken out, Jones was forced to stay by the sidelines. It was against the law to interefere with the herds no matter how much every fibre of his body had screamed for him to do something. To stop this nonsense! However, the law is hard but it is the law and he had sworn to obide. That's when he saw the vision, the mare who had murdered his father in cold blood and without reason. Anger bubbled in his insides as he moved into action. No matter how trained he was in self control, no amount of it could hold him back from stopping the mare. "Genesis!" he had called, rage filling his voice.

"Awe, Jones, don't look so disappointed my old friend!" she had cooed, tiptoeing closer to him. With a snarl, the two leaped into battle away from the main battle, a mirror of the fight that had taken place between their parents all those years ago. . . Only this time, Genesis would come out on top. She attacked him with more force than he knew she had, and it had caught him off guard. The four years without any training had weighted on his coordination. He lost his balance momentarily, and the mare had taken her perfect chance. She tore a gash in his leg with her hooves, a snap echoing the breaking of something under his skin. With leg torn open from knee to fetlock, Jones was defeated, and Genesis was the victor. She would have loved to kill him then, but backed off as the fighting drew closer and closer to them. "Not this day Jones. . . but our fight has not yet finished. . .". With a taste of bitter acid in his mouth, Jones had snarled up at her with pure hatred. An emotion he had never allowed himself to feel again until now. "You will pay for how you ruthlessly slaughtered my father Genesis! For everything you have done to the innocent horses of chevalin! This is not over!" he had bellowed after her as he stumbled to his feet, an excruciating pain like being struck by lightning chilling his every bone.

Tier Tracker:

Jones, Ivalio, Niyuna, Adeline, Ziara (c) Me
Reference, Zharo, Benson (c) Chevalin-Wanderlust
Genesis (c) RusticLass

Description

"The line between good and evil is permeable and almost anyone can be induced to cross it when pressured by situational forces. Being against evil doesn't make you good. Tonight I was against it and then I was evil myself. I could feel it coming just like a tide... I just wanted to destroy them. But when you start taking pleasure in it you are awfully close to the thing you're fighting. Take my aid and I'll be happy to lead you back into the good. I'm happy to go there because I believe most of us are essentially good. I know that I am but it's you, I'm not entirely sure of."

Information

Name: Jones

Nickname: -

Age: 39 Years Old

Height: 18.2 hh

Breed: Morgan x Mustang

Orientation: Straight

Herd Affiliation: Loners

Rank: The Protector

Family:

Daughter: Ziara
Father: Ivalio
Mother: Niyuna
Aunt:
Cousin:

Ex-Mate:
Adeline

Current Mate:
None

Arch-Nemesis:

Personality

Positive

Heroic | Responsible | Devoted | Sharp

Heroic
"Some souls need help saving themselves... When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they can seem invincible, but in the end, they always fall. Think of it--always."
A quality that seems to run through the blood of his family. When someone is in need, he wil do his best to go out of his way to help them subtly. Or sometimes not so subtly, provided it doesn't interfere with the herds too much or break any of the five sacrements.

Responsible
"It is not our part to master all the tides of the world, but to do what is in us for the succour of those years wherein we are set, uprooting the evil in the fields that we know, so that those who live after may have clean earth to till. What weather they shall have is not ours to rule."
It's safe to say Jones has made plenty of mistakes in the past, he is imperfect just as the rest of Chevalin. Despite this, he has decided to learn from them and has grown to be a more mature individual who understands the consequences of every action he takes. Leaving his family, and the rest of the horses on chevalin, behind so many years ago was something he regrets deeply and something he is determined to make up for.

Devoted
"My life stopped belonging to me a long time ago.. It belongs to them, those who need a gentle push in the right direction."
Though she is very devoted to her job, she is also incredibly curious and investigative. This often means that if there is a lack of activity in her job she will most definitely disappear to explore anything that catches her interest. She is always willing to learn more and a lot of things catch her interest.

Sharp"They were there, watching the whole scene. Two bachelors hiding beyong the clearing a few days ago"
Through experience, Jones has learnt to keep a watchful eye at any given moment even if he is supposed to be relaxing or when nothing particularly eventful is happening. He hasn't perfected his observational skills for when he is in the rush of battle yet but he's trying his best to become better at it.

Negative

Solitary | Evasive | Distant | Unforgiving

Solitary
"I'm sorry but I cannot stay..."
Whenever Jones does appear to aid another individual, it doesnt take him long to dissappear again after he is sure they are alright. He's the very definition of a lone wolf and rarely lets anyone get close to him, or stay in one place for too long.

Evasive
"That is something you have to find out on your own. I'm sorry but it's a question I cannot answer."
Anything past helping the dangerous situation at hand, is something Jones avoid. He doesn't like interfering with anything that is not classified as a threat to someone's life. Only if he is sure the act of helping will not influence any of the herds will he consider it. Any questions of his whereabouts, identity, or past he will only answer cryptically. Even if he knows the answer to an important question, if he believes the individual can find out through their own means he will evade the question. Despite being clairvoyant, he is not everyone's personal crystall ball.

Distant
"People who claim that they're evil are usually no worse than the rest of us... It's people who claim that they're good, or any way better than the rest of us, that you have to be wary of. Most of the evil in this world is done by people with good intentions..."
Over the years, Jones has seen more bad than good done by those around him. He knows no single individual can be entirely made of good, and this makes him cautious and mistrusting. He believes in the good, but never forgets to consider the possible darkness inside anyone he encounters. Subconciously, everyone will always act in a way that will ensure the best possible outcome for themselves and those they love. He's never been the one to be loved, because he keeps others so far away, so he knows no one will ever make a decision that will salvage him.

History

The Legend

The tale of the Loners begins with two horses. One the symbol of good, the other of evil. This story begins with the side of good, though no divide was intended in the beginning.

The first loner went by the name of Zharo. No one knows if this is the name he was given at birth, but his is one that has become legend. It is said that he was once a member of the Olde Herd, and left before the time of the Exiles, but none have ever told the same story. All that is positive is that he left because he believed that the herd needed an outsider, free of bias, true to their heart, someone that would protect them from themselves. He became this image, embodying the soul of what Loners were meant to be in his eyes. While there may have been more free horses before him, they all hid in the shadows, lurking where few dared trespass. Zharo remained a mysterious figure for countless years, appearing only when he was needed, caring for the individuals in need of his assistance.

Unfortunately, none of this was to last. For it was not long before another horse broke away from his herd, rapidly rising to a level that could be called unnatural. His name was Benson - Benson the Deceiver, as he soon came to be called. A cloud of fear surrounded his name, utterances of his insane power going before him as he traveled across the bridges. Terror. Complete terror ensued under his grasp. Rumors spread of his ability to bend any horse to his will, many saying that he had already killed Zharo, the one horse that stood a chance against the fiend. It is now known that he had unlocked his gift - the gift of blood manipulation.

One fateful night not long after, the two met. A red sky marked the fight that would ensue. Zharo finally came to the aid of one of Benson’s victims, arriving just before the evil stallion was to end the poor little mare’s life. A legendary battle ensued, for Zharo had found a way to fight Benson’s bloodbending, and between fighting his own limbs and the hooves of his opponent, the protector was battered and injured. The fight drew closer and closer to the sea, the water lapping at their legs. On that day, Zharo threw himself and Benson into the ocean, sacrificing himself so the isles of Chevalin would be safe. Both stallions drowned, and the lands were safe. . . For a time.

The Child

Before his passing, Zharo passed his legacy on to his son, Falkon, who passed it to his son, Kiaru, who then passed the legacy on to his only son, a stallion by the name of Ivalio. To him was given the title of Protector, bound to serve and help the horses of all herds. By the time he was twenty, his father had taught him all there was to know about tactics and fighting, passing on the ropes of how to truly defend the herd horses. Ivalio dedicated his life to the protection of the herds, seeing it more as his life’s duty than doing it because he cared about the horses living in Chevalin like his father had. This stallion took his Zharo’s mysterious manners seriously to the extreme, making a rule that it would carry on to any of their successors. His rule became to ‘help all of the honest hearts in need, but never lose sight of your calling.’ Though, at one point he himself fell in love with a mare who bore him a son.

Jones was therefore born from the honourable Protector Ivalio and his loving mate Niyuna of Olde. Growing up he always looked up to everything his father stood for, but found it wrong that he saw it as more of a job than something he wanted to do. Ivalio tried to teach his son never to get attatched to those who were his 'charges' to protect until they could protect themselves. Jones saw it differently. He wished to protect Chevalin with the love he had for it's people, and aimed to become his own hero and not one like his father. He knew deep in his heart that their ancestor Zharo was a caring individual with a heart of gold and if anything, he would want his descendants to act out of the same kindness and not out of obligation.

Teenage Years

A light fog lay over the land, but the sun was shining, casting the land in an eerie bright, darkness. Jones and his father joined the festivities of the Day of Triumph with the rest of the loners. That's when the small malicious band of loners approached. And then chaos broke out. The band charged the pine, yelling of Benson's return and the betrayal of the other loners for turning their backs on him.

Blood splattered the ground as Loners all round rushed to their own defense. Jones scattered around in an attempt to find his father, to fight by his side after 16 years of training. Then he saw her, the mare that seemed to lead the attacking group standing over the dead body of a tiny mare. . . but then, it would all change. His father crashed into the mare's side, throwing her back. "Ivalio, I should have known you would show up." Jones heard the stranger rasp madly, a cackling laugh soon following.

"This is over, Exodus. Cease your futile mission and flee!" he barked. Jones smiled to himself and slowly began to step forward to join Ivalio's side. Finally, he got to see his father's true strength.

"Oh, you'd like that wouldn't you," Exodus laughed. "Let's finish this here and now-" And the mare was in motion. The two were fighting, the Protector and the Thief locked in deadly combat. The two horses tore up the grass, trampling down brush and teetering closer and closer to the edge of the cliff. Jones tried to follow, in shock not knowing what he would do should he reach them but his mother held him back. With one swift motion, Ivalio sent her over the edge.

Jones was drawn away from the fight hurriedly and missed what had happened in the commotion. All that reached his ears was the scream of a young filly, which he assumed to be the victim of the treacherous group of loners. But that scream, so blood chilling, would haunt his obscured memories forever. His father and mother would never reveal to him what really happened that day.

A little over a year and a half later, that little filly and the band of loners would again set out with a mission in mind, though this one was bent on killing only a single individual. They had been tracking Ivalio's location for months now, secretly plotting when would be the best time to attack. The day came surprisingly quickly, and with an added bonus. . . they discovered that Ivalio had a mate and son. The perfect bait . . .

They had sprung the perfect trap to captureJones and his mother.

Both were captured and forced to the ground, bloodied and bruised, kept surrounded by the seven remaining members of the rogue band. They were held excruciatingly long and by not murdering them immediately, Jones knew they were after his father. For hours, an unknown mare paced around the circle containing Ivalio's family. His mother had plead for their release and even threatened that her mate would come and find them, but it was futile. It was exactly what they had wanted, and Jones begged his mum to stay quiet. He was determined to find a way out of this without his father having to come to their rescue. It was not much longer before the Protector showed himself, and against all odds, he charged head-first into battle. So enraged were the loners that they dropped their guard of Jones and Niyuna, which allowed them to escape. Three horses charged after them, and four stayed to finish Ivalio off.

Jones ran as fast as he could, urging his mother onwards until he saw her off to safety by detering the three horses following them. Once he had managed to fight them off, a loud thud and the flash of movement caught the corner of his eyes. He halted in his tracks. His father had fallen to the ground and then a booming voice rung in his ears "STOP! He is mine. . ." The unknown mare glided forwards, sliding up beside him like a snake preparing to consume it's prey. "You are done," she hissed in his ear as he lay panting in a pool of his own blood. "You were dead from the moment you killed her." His father looked up at her, sadness in his eyes, but no remorse.

"I did what had to be done," he said simply, allowing his head to fall to the ground. The mare growled furiously at his uncaring defense. Jones watched in disbelief and horror. His father was giving up... No, this wasn't possible! He had to fight, he had to do something! His father would never give up, he would never let himself be beat. Then, like an incredibly vivid nightmare, the young mare grabbed the elder horse about the throat and ripped it out, gashing it with her hooves until his blood poured furiously from the wound. "Noooooo! FATHER!" Jones' voice screamed in hysterics through the air, his chest heaving with panic and his heart pounding so painfully hard he was sure it would explode. His mind racing Jones' head whirled round to try and find anyone who could be of help... But there was no one. What he did see was another of the loner band having revived his spirits and chasing after his mother. In a flurry of commotion, Jones' mind was split in two halves. With one last tear wrenched look at his father, Jones sprinted to protect the only family he had left. Gagging in his own blood, Ivalio slowly died, choking on his own blood, with the blood-colored mare standing over him, reveling in every single second of his pain, feeding off of it, and elation soon filled her. It was done. "I hope Benson finds you in the afterlife," she snarled as she turned away.

The five of them departed that place, leaving Ivalio's body to be devoured by beasts. In the heat of the struggle, Jones had taken out all of his anger and pain on the member of the malicious loner band. Walking away from the scene, they were now so far from the initial attack that the young stallion found it best to find a place to rest. His mother was exhausted and they were both wrought with raw distress and exruciaing pain. Taking one last look in the direction of his father he whispered, "May Zharo rest your soul with the other warriors who died for our cause. And may he give me strength so I can bring honour to your legacy so you can rest in peace."
Jones and Niyuna escaped to the city of Olde, where they took refuge for many years after his father's passing. At that moment he was more determined than ever to become the best protector he possibly could, to prevent such terrible things from ever happening. He vowed to never have a weakness, to never have a family of his own.

Young Adult

No matter how much he tried to avoid it, Jones ended up falling in love with a young mare named Adeline who had recently lost her mate. He couldn't help but adore the single mother and the way she cared for her daughter, reminding him so much of the love he had seen in his mother's eyes towards him. Then disaster struck when the mare fell pregnant of his child and soon the realisation hit him that he had made himself, and them, vulnerable to his enemies. Jones, having seen with his own eyes how his father’s title of protector had brought him nothing but danger, denied wanting anything to do with being a protector despite all the training he had been through.

4 Years of Invisibility

Like his fathers before him, Jones was an expert in dissappearing into the shadows and he took this skill to seemingly vanish off the face of the Earth for an entirety of four years. His name was but a ghost in the memories of those he had saved or the fabled stories of his predecessors. No one but the venerable Ba'Yagu and Nyria of Exile knew of his location, and this remains so every time he dissappears today. Only they know the secrets of his whereabouts and what truly happened during those four years of his life.

Current

For four years, horses speculated the descendants of the heroes to have gone extinct until something changed. The harsh years they had spent unprotected were suddenly compensated with the sudden reappearance of the caring Jones. Rumours say the change in attitude towards his life goal was catalyzed by the responsibility of growing into being a father. Nevertheless, it seems Jones too has followed in the footsteps of his fathers before him and stepped up to become “The Protector”. Jones has helped horses find their lost loved ones, recover lost items, saved lives and done his best to not interfere too much in the business of the herds in the meantime.

Since the war has broken out, Jones was forced to stay by the sidelines. It was against the law to interefere with the herds no matter how much every fibre of his body had screamed for him to do something. To stop this nonsense! However, the law is hard but it is the law and he had sworn to obide. That's when he saw the vision, the mare who had murdered his father in cold blood and without reason. Anger bubbled in his insides as he moved into action. No matter how trained he was in self control, no amount of it could hold him back from stopping the mare. "Genesis!" he had called, rage filling his voice.

"Awe, Jones, don't look so disappointed my old friend!" she had cooed, tiptoeing closer to him. With a snarl, the two leaped into battle away from the main battle, a mirror of the fight that had taken place between their parents all those years ago. . . Only this time, Genesis would come out on top. She attacked him with more force than he knew she had, and it had caught him off guard. The four years without any training had weighted on his coordination. He lost his balance momentarily, and the mare had taken her perfect chance. She tore a gash in his leg with her hooves, a snap echoing the breaking of something under his skin. With leg torn open from knee to fetlock, Jones was defeated, and Genesis was the victor. She would have loved to kill him then, but backed off as the fighting drew closer and closer to them. "Not this day Jones. . . but our fight has not yet finished. . .". With a taste of bitter acid in his mouth, Jones had snarled up at her with pure hatred. An emotion he had never allowed himself to feel again until now. "You will pay for how you ruthlessly slaughtered my father Genesis! For everything you have done to the innocent horses of chevalin! This is not over!" he had bellowed after her as he stumbled to his feet, an excruciating pain like being struck by lightning chilling his every bone.

Tier Tracker:

Jones, Ivalio, Niyuna, Adeline, Ziara (c) Me
Reference, Zharo, Benson (c) Chevalin-Wanderlust
Genesis (c) RusticLass