Heron

Name: Heron
Birth Season/Year: Spring 1875
Height: 15.1h
Sex: Mare
Coat Color: Black-based dominant white.
Genetics: EE/aa/Ff/KIT^sbKIT^w
Appearance:

Heron's mane and tail are mostly black, and appear solid black from a distance, although there are some white hairs mixed in throughout both. Her face is mostly white, with limited black spots showing around her lips, and more solid black mottling around her eyes. Her ears are black, as is the area at the base of her tail. Her body is a melange of mottled white and black, looking blueish-grey in places where her black skin shows at the edges of her white markings. Her lower legs are entirely white. Heron's body type is long, lean, and slender, with straight, thin hair in her mane and tail; she has a very feminine head and large, expressive black eyes. She has no notable scars or other physical anomalies.

Personality:

Heron is a creature of truth. That's not to say she doesn't or can't lie, but rather that she finds it incredibly difficult not to be true to her own feelings. This openness and self-confidence can be read as assertiveness to a fault, which is in large part to blame for her butting heads with the humans so often. She is young, but nearly five years in the company matured her beyond her age. Heron is pragmatic, though not always level-headed; her wit is sharp as a tack, but it guards a soft heart and the soul of an idealist.

Brief History:

Heron has been with the company since she was just two years old. She was bred by a western stud with Egyptian connections, and was rather a disappointment at birth because of her abundance of pink skin. Mr. Thackery bought her without reservation, since her motley color might look rather striking in the company of either black or grey horses, but for months little Heron was too proud and headstrong to be allowed into the public eye. As a last resort, with fingers crossed to the luck of old wives' tales and superstition, Thackery bred his spotted little spitfire in the hopes that pregnancy and motherhood would gentle her. It did, in a way; at three years old, and then again at five, Heron was first shocked by the violation of her body, then exhausted in the last months of her pregnancies, and finally heartbroken by the weaning process and subsequent sale of her foals. The compounded trauma dulled her sharp edges and smothered a little bit of her youthful flame, making her worldly beyond her years.