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Description
Race: Centaur (Horse-half based on the Shire breed)

Full Name: Daisy Shire

Nickname: Ditzy Daisy

Birthdate: November 23rd

Age: 17

Classes:
Succeeding at:
Gym
Failing at:
Herbology
Zoology
Art
History

Height: 17 hands ... and three and a half feet.

Tattoos: N/A

Scars/birthmarks: Four white "socks", and a bay fur!
Likes: Weightlifting, javelin throwing, archery (also useful for hunting), drafting, flowers, eating said flowers, food, people, being outdoors.

Dislikes: Being ridden. ( She's not a pony! ), Memorizing anything ( easily lost in complexities.) Doorframes. ( Bonk! Ow! ) Doorframes. (...I'm... stuck...) Low ceilings. Chairs. ( @.@ Can't... use this.) Embrassed by her own clumsiness.

Fears: Being snuck up from behind ( She spooks easy from this direction, as it is difficult to see behind her.) Laying down on her side for more then an hour, ( cuts off her circulation, might not be able to get back up. She tends to even trot in place. )

Clothing Style: It's ... hard to find something that fits her. She is often in a harness of some sort for pulling. No saddles.

Relationship Status: Single, looking, and ... hug-crushing to death. .... she's going to be alone awhile.

Personality:
She's... dim, but lovable. Her "brain bits don't do the think right" as she would put it. Mostly brawn, not a lot of brains. She easily manipulated, and believes even the most outlandish of lies. She trusts completely. She always sees the world as half-full cups- though why anyone wouldn't want to drink all of their cupis beyond her. She's not a wit, but she's a sweety. Her happy and smiling attitude often getting her through the day with her brain like a brick. Her strength is incredible, and she's far from lazy- when she fails, it's not for lack of trying. She'll repeatedly attempt to fix her screws ups- if only to make the problem worse.

History: Daisy's life is rather a simple one. Unlike most of her brethren, the life of sneaking up on prey like a hunter did not fit her or most of her family. Of... rather large stock, all huge and study beings, they began, rather to till their land. Settling between Idaho and Motana. Although, they still hunt- it's more of keeping traditional alive, then for survival. Using basic magics for concealment from the increasingly modern world.
She grew up on this farm most of her life.... but when she didn't stop growing- and didn't start thinking- it was getting harder and harder to hide her bulk, when she didn't have any magic - and likely never will.
So she was packed up and sent to IA as a last ditch effort, we'll see if it makes any difference.

Description
Race: Centaur (Horse-half based on the Shire breed)

Full Name: Daisy Shire

Nickname: Ditzy Daisy

Birthdate: November 23rd

Age: 17

Classes:
Succeeding at:
Gym
Failing at:
Herbology
Zoology
Art
History

Height: 17 hands ... and three and a half feet.

Tattoos: N/A

Scars/birthmarks: Four white "socks", and a bay fur!
Likes: Weightlifting, javelin throwing, archery (also useful for hunting), drafting, flowers, eating said flowers, food, people, being outdoors.

Dislikes: Being ridden. ( She's not a pony! ), Memorizing anything ( easily lost in complexities.) Doorframes. ( Bonk! Ow! ) Doorframes. (...I'm... stuck...) Low ceilings. Chairs. ( @.@ Can't... use this.) Embrassed by her own clumsiness.

Fears: Being snuck up from behind ( She spooks easy from this direction, as it is difficult to see behind her.) Laying down on her side for more then an hour, ( cuts off her circulation, might not be able to get back up. She tends to even trot in place. )

Clothing Style: It's ... hard to find something that fits her. She is often in a harness of some sort for pulling. No saddles.

Relationship Status: Single, looking, and ... hug-crushing to death. .... she's going to be alone awhile.

Personality:
She's... dim, but lovable. Her "brain bits don't do the think right" as she would put it. Mostly brawn, not a lot of brains. She easily manipulated, and believes even the most outlandish of lies. She trusts completely. She always sees the world as half-full cups- though why anyone wouldn't want to drink all of their cupis beyond her. She's not a wit, but she's a sweety. Her happy and smiling attitude often getting her through the day with her brain like a brick. Her strength is incredible, and she's far from lazy- when she fails, it's not for lack of trying. She'll repeatedly attempt to fix her screws ups- if only to make the problem worse.

History: Daisy's life is rather a simple one. Unlike most of her brethren, the life of sneaking up on prey like a hunter did not fit her or most of her family. Of... rather large stock, all huge and study beings, they began, rather to till their land. Settling between Idaho and Motana. Although, they still hunt- it's more of keeping traditional alive, then for survival. Using basic magics for concealment from the increasingly modern world.
She grew up on this farm most of her life.... but when she didn't stop growing- and didn't start thinking- it was getting harder and harder to hide her bulk, when she didn't have any magic - and likely never will.
So she was packed up and sent to IA as a last ditch effort, we'll see if it makes any difference.