Race: Kelvic (Seme Draft Horse)
Gender: Male
Age: 8
Birthday: Fall 18th, 506
Birthplace: Syliras
Height: 6'8
Weight: 270
Gender: Male
Age: 8
Birthday: Fall 18th, 506
Birthplace: Syliras
Height: 6'8
Weight: 270
Appearance
As a man Abasi sports richly dark skin inherited from his mother (though some speculate that his beastial half has a hand in the rich pigment) and her same dark, narrowed eyes. This coupled with his imposing size, the stiff way he holds himself and his thick, down turned lips, it all come together to make him look permanently cross. It's a naturally disquieting appearance that dissuades many strangers from approaching him.
Years of farmwork has bulked him up somewhat. And far from acquiring the lean, svelte musculature you see on some other men, he carries all his muscle in round knots under his skin. Both his hands and feet show signs of abuse, acquiring a thick skin on his soles and dry, rough hands covered in blister scars. He moves with an easy grace that's indicative of his race, but his build makes him inflexible beyond the ability to touch his toes. It can be hard to pinpoint his age, but most estimate him to be in his early thirties. Adding to this mature image is his voice which is both deep and very slow. Making him sound calm and relaxed even when he may not be.
Like other Kelvic he has a certain distaste for clothes, and will go without if given the chance, much to his bondmates exasperation. So finally after pleadings and repeated tantrums Abasi has conceded to wear a garment in hot weather that his bondmate, Celia, has made herself: a roughly sewn, knee-length cotton skirt of deep blue. Though if asked it will be called a kilt by the perturbed kelvic.
As a man Abasi likes to keep himself bald and clean shaven. For the one thing that carries over from his beastial half causes the same straight blond hair that he wears in his mane to grow on his scalp and jaw. And besides this unnatural color raising the question of his race, it also looks rather ridiculous.
As a horse Abasi towers over other breeds at a staggering 20 hh (6'11 at withers). Both a boon and a liability, this means he is excellent at tasks such as driving or packing, but makes him less than ideal as a riding horse. His size limits his speed, and so cant race against a breed with finer bones, and while he can commonly step over (or plow through) most vegetation, young forests and rocky slopes are a formidable challenge.
But besides the obvious drawbacks he is a striking beast with a velvety black coat and a flaxen mane. His legs are long and heavily muscled, ending is feathered hooves, and his barrel is wide with a deep, corded chest.
Personality
Much like how this, large, muscular man is rather counterintuitively called "Abby", Abasi is really quite a kind and gentle man wrapped up in a steely gaze and a frown. He is tolerant, even kind, to other animals and is very good with children, having raised one himself. earning himself the title of favorite plaything among the young farmers of the outpost. Who will swarm to his beastial body to run between his legs and scale his mountainous hight if he stands still long enough.
Being so large he hasn't been pushed around or confronted very much in his life. Thus inflating his stubbornness, his inability to be spooked (see: bomb proof) and causing him to unconsciously overstep some social boundaries. But however stubborn and immovable he is towards others, to Celia he is putty in her hands and easily swayed by her whims and opinions. The quickest way to sway the kelvic or earn his trust is to appeal to his bonded.
Since he has spent over half his life with his bonding instinct fulfilled, his animal instincts are very much in control and he comes off as surprisingly human. Though if he is angry or nervous you might see him scuff his foot or toss his head in a very equestrian way. Also unusual in his horse nature is his strong, almost aggressive protectiveness towards the people he cares about. Which flares up easily, but is very rarely violent.