| Many moons ago when this land was wilder, there were a people named the Blackfoot. Their small parcel of land lay towards the north where the air grows icy by night. The first born son of a Holy Man denied his peaceful father's wishes and fought against strange forces that he deemed evil and dangerous to his people. The Holy Man's son won many victories in the fight against evil but it was those same victories that caused the death of his people. A tragic scar upon his heart that remains to this very day...
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| Spotted-Horse seems to hate all people equally. There is little time to make distinctions due to sex, creed, race or breed.
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| Spotted-Horse's contacts are the birds in the sky, the wind that raises them high, the dirt beneath his feet, all manner of earth's beasts.
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| A gruff, unfriendly fellow to those he is unfamiliar with.
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| It is difficult to tie Spotted-Horse to any certain hook. He is a strange cookie.
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