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Name: Isabella-Ayo-Aleetha (Ayo for short)
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Breed/Species: Marwari Horse
Personality:Her name is Isabella Ayo-Aleetha.
Her nickname is Ayo.
She is 4 years old and a female.
Her mother is unknown.
Her father was called Oliver.
She has a brother named Ares.
~*Characteristics*~
Personality: Ayo is a caring mare. She's much like her brother, of whom she has not seen since. She has a tough outer that is at first hard to penetrate, and can even make her appear somewhat intimidating at times. She is very articulate, and well-spoken, always using correct grammar with the same soft accent she inherited from her father. Ayo doesn’t find it difficult to communicate, she enjoys talking to others and will often seek them out for company, it’s just beyond the conversational stage she struggles with. Ayo is friendly and open-minded, but to become a close friend of hers takes time and dedication. This isn’t because of any scars of her past; in fact it’s the opposite. The reason she can be so suspicious is that she’s heard so many stories of betrayal close to home- one only has to look at her father to know this- and it’s scared her into wondering if it will happen to herself. Ayo likes to consider herself loyal, though in no way is she perfect. She will stand by her decisions if she believes them to be right, and won’t try to convince others in believing them. She thinks they’re right, and that’s the end of it.
A word to sum up her personality is caring, although she has been told she is much like her brother, Ares. Her heart is large and she always means well; and she cares for nearly every injured or upset creature she crosses paths with. She finds it very hard to watch others being hurt or upset, and it makes every part of her feel negative. Ayo tries her best to keep the peace between others and herself, and she makes an admirable effort to not become angry with anyone even though it is easier said than done. Ayo will defend those around her, and risk her life for her friends. She is a very loving mare.
Past: Her past is better to be left in the past, and not to be brought up. It’s not tragic to the extent of others she knows, it’s more shameful. Born to a mare who was as cold as the season she was born in- winter, which also makes her stand out a little more- and tried nearly every trick in the book to dispose of her new daughter. Her mother was not- as hard to believe it may be- a cruel mare, however, and did not do the more common act of killing her. Instead she simply raised Ayo carelessly, allowing the young foal to grow up considering herself alone.
When Isabelle Ayo-Aleetha grew to the curious stage in her development, she gathered the courage to ask about her father. Her mother appeared as blind to his name and whereabouts as she was. This answer had disappointed Ayo somewhat, as many nights had been spent dreaming of the brave, battle scarred stallion that sired her to come sweeping in to whisk her away for an adventure, father and daughter. But Ayo was not one to mope, and she diminished this thought every time it came.
When she was three years of age, Ayo left her mother (much to her grave delight) and struck out alone. One evening just after sundown, Ayo found herself wandering down a lonely pathway in the forest, when a large mass collided head on with her. She looked up to see a handsome mouse dun stallion with beads in his mane and a white face. He frowned, taking her in. He was tall, far taller than her with furrowed brows as if in constant concentration. When he asked of her name she told him. Ayo was told his name was Etan.
She was reluctant to let him go on his way, and lingered around him for a while. When Etan finally relented and offered to take her back to his herd, Ayo agreed apprehensively and followed him. On arrival, she was met graciously by the other horses. All but one. A muscular black stallion stood a distance off from the rest, a clear marking of his Marwari breed in his curled ears. Consciously, Ayo twitched her own curved pair. Over the next few days, Ayo was subject to excited whisperings of; “Don’t they look alike?” or “Think they’re related?”
When the Marwari stallion approached her, introducing himself as Oliver, her father, Ayo’s world tilted gray, then black. For the days she was out cold, Oliver remained by her sleeping form. Once awoken to find him appearing particularly haggard and skinny, she was told later that he hadn’t left her at all, not even to graze or drink.
Now months have passed, and Ayo and Oliver’s relationship is growing steadily stronger. He is very protective of his daughter, and Isabelle Ayo-Aleetha has finally found what it feels like to be cherished.
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