Here is a bio I came up with for the NV for a non tech Strider. I hope you all like it.
Out of all the types of Unicorn's on Eternia, none where more revered than the Silvermane. A pack so beautiful and royal, an Eternian finds it a great honor just to catch a glimpse of one in their lifetime. But none were as beautiful, none as royal, or as majestic a Unicorn than the one called Strider. Stories began to circulate about the mighty Unicorn, started by the few that said they where blessed by the Gods to encounter the Silvermane. They told how a simple look from Strider demands just as much respect as that of the greatest kings in Eternia. They called him the King of all Unicorns. He was described as being slightly larger then other Unicorns, with a much broader frame, and a much shinier, and longer mane. Stories of Strider reached the children of Eternia and countless school grounds where abuzz with tales of the Royal Unicorn.
Unfortunately, the stories of Strider also reached a man in the Evergreen forest by the name of Ricter Braum, who many referred to as 'The Huntsman'. Ricter was a wanted man, on the run for crimes against endangered species, and protected creatures under the law of King Miro. By order of the King, it was illegal to kill, or harm a Unicorn, which is what the Huntsman was wanted for. He found pleasure in hunting down mystic, or savage creatures of Eternia. When he heard the Silvermane was last seen in the Forest, he packed up his Bow, spear, and dagger and went on the hunt. Ricter found it safe to leave his hidden hut in the forest, because of the Great War. He knew any and all of the King's men would be in the battle against Keldor and his troops. Ricter hunted the creatures for months, knowing he was on the right track by hoof prints, or a stand of silver hair here and there, but was unable to get close enough, until one musky morning.
He finally saw the Silvermane known as Strider, grazing in a beautiful field. Ricter watched in amazement, as the creature ate. Shocking even himself, he understood the respect that so many had for him, for Strider gave even a cold hearted man like The Huntsman a feeling of unworthiness, just to watch him eat. But most of Ricter's conscience had left him long ago. Ricter raised his bow, readied an arrow, took aim, and fired, just as Strider looked up. The arrow caught the Unicorn in the side, but instead of running away, Strider started to run towards the man, ready to fight for his life. Ricter quickly shot another arrow, this time striking Strider's chest. Strider broke into a dead run, hitting the ground just inches in front of Ricter. Smiling, he picked up his spear, and plunged it into the animal’s side. Then, taking his dagger, he began to cut, and saw away the Unicorn's crown, being his horn. As Ricter raised the bloody horn above his head, smiling, he yelled out "THE HUNTSMAN'S FINEST KILL! THE MIGHTY STRIDER, LORD OF...", but Ricter never got a chance to finish, for the mighty Unicorn, quickly stood up and knocked the Huntsman down. With a loud snort, Strider began to stomp the man with his two front hooves. Lifting his large body off the ground, Strider drove all his weight down onto the man's face and chest, until the mighty Huntsman was no more.
Strider, with two arrows and a spear sticking out of his body, and a large, bloody wound on his head, started to walk. In shock, not even knowing where he was going, or what he was doing, he came across an army of soldiers. The army was led by King Randor, returning after a long battle, and the defeat of Keldor. Strider stopped in his tracks, as did the young king. The two noble beings eyes’ met, and at once Randor knew this was not a horse that was in the Great War. He knew, by the majesty of the creature, and the fresh wound on his head, that this was a Unicorn. And not just any kind of Unicorn, but a Silvermane. Randor knew by the size of the creature, he had to be the legendary Strider. The soldiers had many wounded with them, needing medical treatment, and needed to get back to base as quickly as they could. Randor thought about leaving Strider to die, thinking only of his men's safety, but he then thought of his older brother. No matter how evil his deeds had been, he had still taken pity on Randor and spared his life. Randor asked himself, how can I be spared, then turn away this royal animal in return? Randor walked slowly up to Strider, reaching out his hand. Strider didn’t move, aside from his heaving body, breathing slowly, but loudly. Randor's hand came in contact with Strider's neck, and started stroking him.
With both fear, and amazement, Strider seemed to find his touch comforting. Randor moved his hand up his neck, and lightly grasped his long silver mane. Making a small clicking noise with his mouth, and moving forward, still lightly holding the mane, Strider started to move with the young king. Randor led the Unicorn, along with his men back home. In time, and with the proper medical treatment, Strider made a fast and full recovery.
In time, Randor decided it was time to let the Unicorn go back into the wild. Randor and his friend, Duncan led the Unicorn into the evergreen forest, and said goodbye. As the two men walked away, they heard Strider following. When Randor turned around, Strider nudged his face with his nose. His friend, Duncan laughed at this, and told Randor, “I don't think he's going anywhere.” From then on, any time King Randor traveled, he would be seen riding a mighty white horse, with a beautiful silver mane, and a battle scar on his forehead, named Strider.