Aysaule

Name: Aysaule
Gender: female
Species: Horse
Age: Three Years
Height: 14.2 HH
Body Type: Hotblood
Coat Color/Markings: Seal Brown Splash Sabino, White star

Mane/Tail Color: Faded Mahogany
Eye Color: One Brown, One Brown with blue 
Scars: None Significant
Physical/Mental Abnormalities: Healthy

Genetics: Ee/A^tA/nSb/nSpl (i think? been a min)

She is temperance, maternal. Small though quite literally a bear of a woman, by virtue of her personality alone. Nurturing to her very core, there is a stalwart warmth to her. Hearth-like, and invigorating. Aysaule is impassioned, and fortitude incarnate—not the sort to flee at the sight of trouble. One her size never goes in search of it, but like a good little warrior she would never fly from it. She is overly generous, and for some, over gregarious. She has never shied from anything, and it does oft lend to oversharing or impositions. As one could imagine, it has led her into quite the quandary a time or two; her self-awareness lacking when she finds herself in the company of others.

They weren’t jaunty always, not forever jolly. Instead, Aysaule came from a rowdy group of little bandits. Mischievous little imps—they roamed far and wide, mostly within the heartland of Centauri. Aysaule quite enjoyed such a life, but with the passing of their ruler came a greater change than what was wished for. Their new leader was far crueler, and less intent on carrying on the ways of the former. Disillusioned by the madness sinking into what ought to have been a fresh chapter, Aysaule abandoned them. And she knew for certain, many others would eventually follow suit.