Post by danii on Feb 1, 2012 16:34:31 GMT -5
Name: Kieran O'Connor
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance: Kieran is around six foot three, a hundred-and- fifty-five pounds, with dark brown hair, almost black hair and steel grey eyes. He has a large, hoof shaped scar on his shoulder blade from a nasty fall and odd shaped scars on his back, chest and stomach from a whip or something made of leather. Kieran tends to wear simple dark clothing such as shirts and jeans and maybe a jophur or two when he's competing. He basically lives in his wellington boots and riding boots, and he only owns two other pair of shoes; trainers and some fancy shoes just in case he has to go out somewhere.
Riding Experience: Advanced. Kieran was a jockey for many years before retiring and deciding to try other disciplines out.
Disciplines: Racing (flat and steeple), Dressage, Show Jumping, Eventing. He really wants to excel at Eventing though.
Personality: Kieran is one of those guys who would rather work all day and spend time with his horses then have a conversation with someone. It's not that he's shy or anything, he just finds people hard to deal with. Animals are much easier to communicate with as they don't talk back or say really stupid things. To be honest, he sort of lost faith in the human race a long time ago, and nothing has really given him the urge to give people another chance. Kieran doesn't sugar coat things either, he speaks his mind and if someone is annoying him, he'll tell them. He's quite charming, in a rugged, unrefined kind of way, if you can look past his bad manners and bluntness. But, Kieran can be sweet and kind...when he wants to be, and that isn't all that often. He's very hard working and loyal, but does tend to have a bit of a temper, which can fire up at any moment, so back away if it does.
History: Kieran was an only child and born in a small village just outside of Dublin to a jockey and a groom. From an early age Kieran learned to ride and race by his dad. His dad was a jockey and a good one at that, until he had a nasty fall and smashed his leg into a million pieces. After that, he could no longer race and to try and deal with the situation, he turned to alcohol and began to abuse his son and his wife. Kieran would often run and hide in his horse's box, but his father always found him and often used a horse whip or a stirrup leather, he even used a belt when he could find anything. By the time Kieran was ten, he was in to pony racing and making a name for himself. He began horse racing at the age of sixteen after a bit of fiddling with papers. As soon as he was earning enough, Kieran moved out and away from his parents and away from the abuse. He kept in contact with his mom, but not his dad and after a four years, he was told his father had died. After that, he gave up racing and went into eventing and other disciplines. Once he'd saved enough money, he moved to America, but not before handing his mom a large sum of cash to keep herself safe and happy.
Riding School: Whispering Wolves Academy
Horses Name: Devil's Fire
Breed: Thoroughbred
Age: 6
Gender: Gelding
Personality: Dev is a nasty piece of work, he's constantly grumpy, bites, kicks, bucks and rears. He hates horses and humans alike, and would happily spend most of his life alone and away from anything and everything. However, he loves jumping and will jump anything that's put in front of him.
Disciplines: Eventing
Appearance: Dev is 16.2hh and chestnut with a white blaze and four white socks on his feet.
Vices and Quirks: Has a tendancy to buck and rear when he doesn't want to do something and bites and kicks. He'll also try and stamp on your foot. He's also quite spooky too.
Horses Name: Forever Bliss
Breed: Thoroughbred
Age: 4
Gender: Mare
Personality: Bliss is a very sweet, loving mare who just loves attention, however, she does kick and bite other horses and has to be dominant. Bliss is very intelligent and loves jumping so much she'll jump anything she puts her mind to, including a hedge or two and maybe a fence. Although, she is a bit mental. She has these moments of madness and will gallop around a field or bolt in the arena and maybe throw a buck or two.
Disciplines: Eventing, a bit of Show Jumping too, but very green.
Appearance: Bliss is a bay mare with a brown body, black mane and tail and black legs. She has a white star on her forehead and one stocking on her hind left leg.
Vices and Quirks: Bliss doesn't really have any brakes or steering and she tends to get wound up really easily, which usually leads to bucking. She also has a tendancy to jump out of the paddock when she's in the mood.
Sample Post:
Hooves beat on the hard packed dirt. Nostrils flared and manes and tails flew like flags in the roaring wind. Plumes of smokes rose from their sweating bodies and their nostrils. Each breath was laboured, but they weren't sad. They were joyful. The horses whickered and whinnied with a sense of freedom and joy that no human could ever experience. And yet, looking at them, Luke could get a taste of what they felt, of the excasty they must be feeling at that moment. But, it was only a taste, only a drop of the waterfall the wild horses had each and every day. With a sigh, Luke lifted himself from his perch on top of the hill and brushed the dirt off of his blue jeans and black shirt. His copper hair swirled in the wind as his blue eyes began to fill with sorrow at the thought of leaving the horses.
At his movement, one of the horses, a large buckskin stallion, rose his head and looked towards Luke. Luke froze. The stallion's ears flickered back and forth before he bent his head back down and began to eat. Luke sighed, that one noise filled with such wanting. "I wish I could run free like you," he whispered, before turning his back on the horses, on freedom and back his slow walk back to the restraints of society.
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance: Kieran is around six foot three, a hundred-and- fifty-five pounds, with dark brown hair, almost black hair and steel grey eyes. He has a large, hoof shaped scar on his shoulder blade from a nasty fall and odd shaped scars on his back, chest and stomach from a whip or something made of leather. Kieran tends to wear simple dark clothing such as shirts and jeans and maybe a jophur or two when he's competing. He basically lives in his wellington boots and riding boots, and he only owns two other pair of shoes; trainers and some fancy shoes just in case he has to go out somewhere.
Riding Experience: Advanced. Kieran was a jockey for many years before retiring and deciding to try other disciplines out.
Disciplines: Racing (flat and steeple), Dressage, Show Jumping, Eventing. He really wants to excel at Eventing though.
Personality: Kieran is one of those guys who would rather work all day and spend time with his horses then have a conversation with someone. It's not that he's shy or anything, he just finds people hard to deal with. Animals are much easier to communicate with as they don't talk back or say really stupid things. To be honest, he sort of lost faith in the human race a long time ago, and nothing has really given him the urge to give people another chance. Kieran doesn't sugar coat things either, he speaks his mind and if someone is annoying him, he'll tell them. He's quite charming, in a rugged, unrefined kind of way, if you can look past his bad manners and bluntness. But, Kieran can be sweet and kind...when he wants to be, and that isn't all that often. He's very hard working and loyal, but does tend to have a bit of a temper, which can fire up at any moment, so back away if it does.
History: Kieran was an only child and born in a small village just outside of Dublin to a jockey and a groom. From an early age Kieran learned to ride and race by his dad. His dad was a jockey and a good one at that, until he had a nasty fall and smashed his leg into a million pieces. After that, he could no longer race and to try and deal with the situation, he turned to alcohol and began to abuse his son and his wife. Kieran would often run and hide in his horse's box, but his father always found him and often used a horse whip or a stirrup leather, he even used a belt when he could find anything. By the time Kieran was ten, he was in to pony racing and making a name for himself. He began horse racing at the age of sixteen after a bit of fiddling with papers. As soon as he was earning enough, Kieran moved out and away from his parents and away from the abuse. He kept in contact with his mom, but not his dad and after a four years, he was told his father had died. After that, he gave up racing and went into eventing and other disciplines. Once he'd saved enough money, he moved to America, but not before handing his mom a large sum of cash to keep herself safe and happy.
Riding School: Whispering Wolves Academy
Horses Name: Devil's Fire
Breed: Thoroughbred
Age: 6
Gender: Gelding
Personality: Dev is a nasty piece of work, he's constantly grumpy, bites, kicks, bucks and rears. He hates horses and humans alike, and would happily spend most of his life alone and away from anything and everything. However, he loves jumping and will jump anything that's put in front of him.
Disciplines: Eventing
Appearance: Dev is 16.2hh and chestnut with a white blaze and four white socks on his feet.
Vices and Quirks: Has a tendancy to buck and rear when he doesn't want to do something and bites and kicks. He'll also try and stamp on your foot. He's also quite spooky too.
Horses Name: Forever Bliss
Breed: Thoroughbred
Age: 4
Gender: Mare
Personality: Bliss is a very sweet, loving mare who just loves attention, however, she does kick and bite other horses and has to be dominant. Bliss is very intelligent and loves jumping so much she'll jump anything she puts her mind to, including a hedge or two and maybe a fence. Although, she is a bit mental. She has these moments of madness and will gallop around a field or bolt in the arena and maybe throw a buck or two.
Disciplines: Eventing, a bit of Show Jumping too, but very green.
Appearance: Bliss is a bay mare with a brown body, black mane and tail and black legs. She has a white star on her forehead and one stocking on her hind left leg.
Vices and Quirks: Bliss doesn't really have any brakes or steering and she tends to get wound up really easily, which usually leads to bucking. She also has a tendancy to jump out of the paddock when she's in the mood.
Sample Post:
Hooves beat on the hard packed dirt. Nostrils flared and manes and tails flew like flags in the roaring wind. Plumes of smokes rose from their sweating bodies and their nostrils. Each breath was laboured, but they weren't sad. They were joyful. The horses whickered and whinnied with a sense of freedom and joy that no human could ever experience. And yet, looking at them, Luke could get a taste of what they felt, of the excasty they must be feeling at that moment. But, it was only a taste, only a drop of the waterfall the wild horses had each and every day. With a sigh, Luke lifted himself from his perch on top of the hill and brushed the dirt off of his blue jeans and black shirt. His copper hair swirled in the wind as his blue eyes began to fill with sorrow at the thought of leaving the horses.
At his movement, one of the horses, a large buckskin stallion, rose his head and looked towards Luke. Luke froze. The stallion's ears flickered back and forth before he bent his head back down and began to eat. Luke sighed, that one noise filled with such wanting. "I wish I could run free like you," he whispered, before turning his back on the horses, on freedom and back his slow walk back to the restraints of society.
