Post by Roses on Nov 4, 2010 11:15:04 GMT -5
Name: Ingé Sue Pansy
Age: 15 years
Gender: Female
Appearance: Ingé is a very cute girl. She has the look of a true cow girl. Her face is heart shaped with rosie cheeks and dimples. Her skin is absolutely clear and she color of milk and honey, lightly tanned. Her eyes are large and almond shaped. They are such a dark brown that they look almost completely black. Her eyebrows are always neat and tweased. Her nose is straight and proud, and well, average but pretty. She has nice lpump lips and brace straightened teeth. Her face is framed by silky dark brown curls and a staright cut fringe. Her neck is long and thin. So is the rest of her body. She has a wonderful hour glass figure that she has worked hard for and long elegant arms and legs. She usually wears some make up like eyeliner and lip gloss. Her style is very western with a lot of plaid and checked patterns. That dousn't mean she dousn't have anything elgant though. She also has an asortment of cute flower printed dresses and cute accesories.
Riding Experience: Only some local shows. She has ridin since she was 4 years old.
Disciplines: She enjoys riding for pleasure and she is interested in learning more about barrel racing, in which she is quite experienced.
Personality: Ingé is a very friendly girl. She isn't shy at all. It's very easy for her to talk to people and she isn't emabarassed easily at all. She understands people and their insecurities. She is very comforting. She can bring out the good side of people after a little coaxing. Along with this she is very patient. She wants to be friends with those people that think they'll never fit in because deep down she knows thats how she feels that way too. Befriending people like her makes her feels safe and secure, because she's always been a bit of a "freak", as the kids at her old school called her. She was much happier hanging around animals. Especially horses. She still is, but she won't turn down company easily. She has one rather dark talent. She can look at a person and weed out their flaws with one glance. This is her greatest weapon against enemies. She can reduce them to tears within minutes if she wants to. But her temper is rarely shown. She is very good with horses, she loves working with problem horses too.
History: She has born in a tiny little town in the land of the old wild mustangs. In those parts, everybody lived a mustang or quarter horse ranch. All except little Ingé Sue Pansy. She and her parents stayed in a small rental cottage just outside her dads old friend's farm. She was born there, in that little home. It was ver ycomfortable actually, while she was still really little. She would wander into the rolling hills and find herself in the way of a herd of furiously galloping mustangs, that belonged to the nearby ranch. She wasn't squashed. But she was intruiged. She kept going out looking for them until one day she found the herd grazing quietly. She was only a tiny girl and the horses were interested. She made one very good friendship with a particualarly high strung stallion. Everybody said it was dangerous for a little kid to play with a stallion like that. She didn't care. She gave him a name inside her head. "FireFly", was what she called him. That was when she discovered her talent for taming and calming horses. The ranch owners notticed a change in the stallion a while later. It was all because of Ingés patient understanding ways. As she grew she helped out at ranches and sometimes they let her ride. Everybody knew she had real raw talent and with proper instruction that she could be a great western rider. Sadly, when she turned 14, her parents couldn't affoerd to stay there anymore. They told her they would have to move to the city. She told them, she wasn't going and eventually they found a place for her to go. She was delighted!
Sample Post: She was getting dressed frantically. Excitment flooding through her in her very blood. She tugged on her purple and green plaid shirt, some beige riding pants and her western style boots. She glanced at her messy bed and shrugged. She would do it later. One look at her alarm clock told her that it would still be hours before her parents stirred. 4:42, it read. She needed to see the mustang. The new boy. She had heard his name was Little Critter. But he was anything but small. He was a huge grey horse, very high strung. She would have to work hard with him. And in secret too... She giggled a little. She began plaiting her hair carelessly. No makeup, what use would it be if she had her face ploughed into the ground. That was another thing about her. She was scared to get bucked off. Her mother sometimes said she might have a career in the rodeo. She had to get going now. She grabbed her canvass bag containing her riding gloves and helmet. She probably wouldn't get on him that day, but she could get him used to the idea so long. She tip toed, apparently unnoticed out the front door. She began running forwards, towards the distant stables. She realized now that she was hungry. No, she could eat later. She only had about two hours now. She jumped the white wooden fence of the ranch with great ease and began walking soundlessly towards the stall she knew they kept him in... Little Critter. She rounded the wall and walked up to him, but not too close. Gosh, he really was beautiful. And soon he was going to be a calm wonderful horse...
