FHS Lady Vincent "Jervie"
Breed: Warmblood
Height: 16.3 hh
Gender: Mare
Age: 10 years (1907-1917)
Colour: Blood Bay
Discipline(s): Cross Country, Showjumping
Gaits: Jervie's movements are long and flat. She has massive strides that are difficult to collect and control. When she does accept collection, her gaits become easy and pleasurable to ride.
Under Saddle: This mare can be quite a handful to ride. She is incredibly sensitive, and requires a rider with full control of their body. She is not very forgiving - one small mistake will see her rider on the ground in an instant. Oddly enough, she prefers a rider with a strong hand. She is ridden with a curb bit or a double bridle, since she is quite strong, and seems to like the feeling of a heavy bit.
Personality: Like her namesake, Jervie has a fiery temper. Any small thing that upsets her - for example loud noises - can result in her launching into an uncontrollable rage. She's quieted down in the past half-century or so due to Twite's constant care and training. Her unpredictable temper could be a result of her wartime history. She can in fact be a 'lady' at times, becoming incredibly prissy and stubborn if something is not to her liking. Jervie is rarely affectionate, and if so, only to people or horses she really trusts. She is competitive and forward-thinking, making her ideal for Showjumping and Cross Country, provided she is ridden by someone she knows.
History: Jervie was born in France, near Calais. She was meant to be a workhorse, but soon proved to be far too uncooperative for that line of work. Her owners did not want to sell her, so she was kept out to pasture for quite a while. When the war started in 1914, she was taken by the British to be a cavalry horse. She proved to be quite a pain, but eventually she settled into the hectic routine of the Army. She carried her rider into several victorious charges, and began to love the mad rush and destruction of war. Unfortunately, her rider was killed in one attack, and she was taken by the Germans to pull guns. She was not happy with this, and caused havoc amongst the German lines. The mare narrowly escaped being shot, and ran off into the Belgian countryside. As luck would have it, a certain notable Admiral was in Belgium for various reasons. Twite found Jervie wandering around in the ruined garden of a friend. He managed to catch the horse, and took a liking to her, despite her nasty temper. Twite suffered through all the necessary paperwork, and finally brought Jervie to Eswich, where she was given her name, and a permanent home for the rest of eternity.
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