[Roman]

Name: Lugos
Breed: Percheron
Age: 10 Years at death (He'd be considered hundreds of years old in afterlife time)
Personality: When you first meet Lugos he may seem rather rough and kind of scary, but looks are ever so deceiving when it comes to Mr Lugos. This big boy is a softie when it comes to the ladies and children, allowing them to get away with basically anything when around him, and at times he will try and play a game or two to keep the young ones happy. Conservation skills are not his strong suit since he's not much of a talker if he has the choice, and he doesn't like getting into conservations very often, he'd very much rather watch and listen and be that shoulder to lean and cry on. So Lugos is an excellent listener should you need to pour your heart out, he will gladly sit silently through it, and he can be pretty good with advice should the need arise. Lugos is protective of anyone that is in harms way and will quickly assert himself into a situation where someone is getting hurt or soon will be, he can not just stand by and let injustice happen. His big soft heart does not like seeing others hurt, especially those who can't fend for themselves or are soft like himself and do not wish to be in a bad situation. Being a stallion of war and have seen great horrors, Lugos will always play the hero at the end of the day and do what he feels is right.
History: Lugos was born in the days where humans relied on horses immensely and when cars never existed. Lugos' first home was a modest farm where his people grew food to sell at markets as well as any unfit foals that they can't use to plow and harvest their fields, foals that were either weak at birth or had some sort of problem that could not be fixed or cost too much to fix. Lugos had been one of the lucky ones. He was birthed from the farms finest working stallion and brood/working mare, making him tall, stocky yet nimble of feet from birth (when he was able to control them that is). For his first year of life he got to watch his mother and father work the fields, learn what he was born to do so that one day, he would be the one to help his farm grow and live on. By the age of two Lugos was put under harness, plow and saddle, he was quickly becoming the most desired choice to be put to work by his owners, or to go to market pulling carts of food thanks to his inborn strength. The farm flourished over the next few years and his owners were able to upgrade in a lot of their things, especially when Lugos became very sort after for his breeding quality, earning his owners a good sum of money each time Lugos covered a mare. The time of prosperity and calm changed when a war broke out between countries, the armies now demanding horses from anyone that breeds them, they knocked on everyone's doors and search barns to find good quality horses that they could ride on and pull large heavy carts with for the war. Lugos owners tried to hide him even though the army promised that everyone who had horses taken from them would be well compensated for each animal, Lugos was just one they couldn't bare to let go. In the end, the army did find him and took the large stallion away to work for the army. The months were hard, lugos pulled many large heavy loads of either weaponry or well-armoured soldiers, all while being trained to not spook at the sound of guns or swords clanging, till they finally made it to the battlefields. Lugos was bomb proof by the time the battle started, he was attached to a heavy cart watching as everything unfolded before him. People and horses dying, all for a cause Lugos had no idea of, an unimaginable slaughter of his comrades that Lugos had grown quite fond over the past year or so, now laid dead. Lugos felt helpless attached to his cart, but he was given orders to stay put and he couldn't break his orders. It was then that one of his own army men ran over to Lugos, unstrapped him from his car then climbed onto his back with a large bayonet in hand that he had preloaded before coming over to Lugos. The pair charged into battle, Lugos shoved and trampled many during his charge while the man on his back shot and stabbed much more. Along the way he could feel sharps things scratch, scrape and cut along his sides and back, even other horses tried to grab him with their teeth. Lugos gained no good feeling from killing, it was not something he was bred to do, it was not in his blood and he did not enjoy it. To feel bones crunch under his weight made Lugos' stomach churn but at this point in time he could not stop, he had to keep going cause now it was do or die. Lugos didn't want to die, he wanted very much to go home to his modest farm where his farmer, mother, and father still lives (the army though the elder horses would pass away before they go to the battlefield). Little did Lugos know that he would not be returning to his happy life. A flash of searing pain struck Lugos in the belly and tore along it, causing Lugos to fall heavily to the ground, before the large stallion blacked out, he saw a man lying among the corpses with his knife covered with blood and a smile on his face as he got to his feet and started heading toward Lugos and his rider. Just before the cold clutches of death stole Lugos away he kicked out and stuck the man in the face in an attempt to save the human that freed him from his cart. With that, Lugos was gone, another body amongst the dead on the battlefield.
Cause of death: Belly sliced open by a man during a war
Important Life Events: Worked on a farm that humans used for food.
Used for breeding and continued to bring money in for his owners.
Was taken from his own by the army.
Worked for the army for over a year.
Was used in the war at first to pull a heavy cart, but was then ridden into battle, it was then mid-battle that his stomach was sliced open by a man on the otherside.
Going to Utopia or The Underworld?: Utopia
Why do they deserve it?: Lugos never hurt anyone intentionally, not even during the war when he charged in with the human on his back, while others were shoved and trampled mid-stride, it was not intentional and Lugos felt no enjoyment from it, only feeling sick instead.

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"Go on to Utopia, Lugos." -- Diavolo