Sweetly loving and arrogant, proud 10 foot tall gypsy vanner mare. The towering silhouette of the mare stands with a playful, commanding presence, her ten-foot stature filling the space with an air of mischievous confidence. A dense, cream-colored mane cascades over her shoulders in a riot of thick curls and meticulously tight braids, one heavy lock veiling a single eye while she flashes a spirited grin, tongue poked out in a cheeky taunt. She is dressed in a striking ensemble of vibrant crimson and crisp white, the fabric of her tailored bodice straining slightly against her powerful frame. Gold-domed buttons trail down the front, accented by dark leather straps that crisscross her waist and support a small, ornate book hip-pouch. Around her neck, a plush red bow sits centered by a heavy golden charm, gleaming under the light. Every detail of her form speaks to a blend of elegance and raw strength. Her gloved hands—one tucked confidently against her hip, the other gesturing back toward herself with a thumb—are pristine against the bold reds of her attire. Behind her, a massive, muscular tail follows the same intricate styling as her mane, bound in heavy, rope-like braids that sweep toward the floor, while her small, dark-brimmed cap perches perfectly between her alert, tufted ears..

(Likes: Sweets, Yakisoba, ice cream, rain, painting, hay, hoof polishes done for her, writing, gaming, exploring and racing among other things of that nature.) Dislikes: illiteracy, unfaithful friends, dark chocolate, losing, hating, being damp but not wet.)