Post by Aysia on Oct 28, 2007 19:29:41 GMT -5
Name: Aysia
Species: Horse
Breed(horses): Arabian x Quarter horse
Gender: Mare
Color/Build: Aysia has a delicate light build. She sports a slightly dappled grey pelt that darkens as the color goes down her legs and her muzzle. Her mane and tail and almost seem to be the same hue as her pelt, though she has numerous black streaks that run through it.
Age: Four years
Personality: Aysia is a bold mare, but only when she needs to be. She would rather keep to herself than flaunt her body in front of others. A rather laid back mare she takes things as they come, adjusting to her environment. She possesses a somewhat dominant personality, and has an knack for knowing the best plants and small remedies for wounds.
History: Aysia was born to an elderly mare in the midst of a small area of ruins. There she lived for her younger years, exploring the many paths, cracked rooms, and walk-ways that it had to offer. When her mother passed on Aysia could not bring herself to leave the place of her birth. Many a rogue came upon the ruins but they were quickly chased off by the now raging filly.
With the food supply diminishing during a particularly difficult winter Aysia was forced to abandon the place of her birth and set out, now at the age of four.
Species: Horse
Breed(horses): Arabian x Quarter horse
Gender: Mare
Color/Build: Aysia has a delicate light build. She sports a slightly dappled grey pelt that darkens as the color goes down her legs and her muzzle. Her mane and tail and almost seem to be the same hue as her pelt, though she has numerous black streaks that run through it.
Age: Four years
Personality: Aysia is a bold mare, but only when she needs to be. She would rather keep to herself than flaunt her body in front of others. A rather laid back mare she takes things as they come, adjusting to her environment. She possesses a somewhat dominant personality, and has an knack for knowing the best plants and small remedies for wounds.
History: Aysia was born to an elderly mare in the midst of a small area of ruins. There she lived for her younger years, exploring the many paths, cracked rooms, and walk-ways that it had to offer. When her mother passed on Aysia could not bring herself to leave the place of her birth. Many a rogue came upon the ruins but they were quickly chased off by the now raging filly.
With the food supply diminishing during a particularly difficult winter Aysia was forced to abandon the place of her birth and set out, now at the age of four.
