Tobe the Horse

A larger bay greathorse mare owned by the merchant Pascel Strivelyn.

Quick Stats

 * Name: Tobe (technically Toby)
 * Age: Thirteen
 * Gender: Mare
 * Type: Greathorse
 * Color: Bay

Personality
Tobe just pretty much doesn't give a shit. She lives with two deranged dogs, a finicky mare, and a man with a soul like an iceberg, and she is compeletely unruffled. A bomb could go off under her nose and she might (maybe) blink. She is the essential bombproof horse, with experience ranging from stable fires to annoying children to ribbons blowing in the wind. She is as solid as brick and as reliable as the stuff in a shaky situation.

But that doesn't mean she is especially friendly. Like most members of the Strivelyn household (if you want to call a man and his animals a household), she has an attitude of her own, and although she doesn't give a shit she will also not take shit. She has been known to tolerate dogs harrassing her in the market for several hours, only to suddenly up and kick them in the head when she decides to rid herself of the annoyance. She will not take abuse or other hardship; she once busted out of her stall when Pascel was late with her dinner. But aside from her few eccentricities, she is arguably the most stable and reliable animal under his roof.

History
Tobe has lived a rollercoaster of a life. She was bred as a plowhorse, but purchased as a two-year-old by an eccentric noble couple who used her as a carriage horse. They knew absolutely nothing about what kind of horse was meant for what kind of job, and picked her up at a farmer's market because they thought she was 'just darling'. So Tobe spent the first several years carting the two of them back and forth between increasingly wild parties, while occasionally at night the hostler would use her to pull a cart illictly transporting fighting dogs. He would often stay to watch the fights, and so early on Tobe was accustomed to all sorts of chaos and violence.

When she was five, the noble wife murdered her husband, and all the horses were promptly sold. Tobe went to a band of performers, who used her to transport their mass of props and as a table for some of their tricks. She went back and forth through the countryside with them for a few years, and was eventually sold to an actual farmer. The next year or so was uneventful, as Tobe plowed fields and pulled goods to market. This was where Pascel spotted her. He was in need of a good horse to transport his grain, but was short on funds, and so arranged her theft. Since then, she has lived in his increasingly chaotic establishment, amongst frenetic animals and sometimes questionable business dealings. At this point she is fairly resigned to it all.