Post by DreaM on Apr 5, 2010 23:59:00 GMT -5
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Name: Cleo Jane Diamond
Age: 15 years
Gender: Female
Appearance: She has light blonde hair that falls in gentle waves around her heart shaped face. She usually wears it in two plaits that fall over her shoulders. When she goes out she wears it loose and when she is riding she wears it in a low bun. Her eyes are grassy green. They are very large and they always seem to be sparkling. She has a small, slightly buttoned nose with a few freckles on it. Her lips are large and luscious. She usually wears neutral eye shadow with black liner and mascara. Light pink blush on the apples of her cheeks and a rosy pink lip stick and gloss. Her neck is long. Her shoulders are not very broad, she throws them back when she walks. Her arms and fingers are long. She keeps her nails short, they are painted a different colour every three days but her favourite is navy blue. She is quite thin. Her breasts are large but not huge. Her bum sticks out a bit, but she works out sometimes, trying to get rid of it. Her legs are probably the best part of her. They are long and thin. Any girl would kill for them. Her skin is lightly tanned. She usually wears trendy clothes. Tank tops, skinny jeans, sometimes high heels.
Riding Experience: she started training when she was seven. she started competing when she was nine. She has been in so many shows, you can't count them. She has a box full of rosettes and a few trophies.
Disciplines: Her main discipline is show jumping. She also trains in dressage and cross country.
Personality: She may have beauty on the outside, but it also radiates form the inside. She is kind, forgiving and patient. That is why she is good at working with problem horses. She is talkative and out-going. She is very loyal to her friends and family. She is bubbly and sometimes it seems that nothing can make her unhappy. She loves to watch the races on TV. Her whole life revolves around horses. She only reads horse books. The only sport she watches is show jumping, cross country eventing and dressage. They are her weak point. She wouldn't be able to live without horses.
History: She was born in Tennessee, USA. She had a single mother. They were very close. She has never met her father. She was an only child, but she wasn't spoilt. They didn't have much extra money. They lived in a small house in the middle of the country side. Her mother was a delivery woman. She delivered fruits and vegetables to the local market. At one point, the business had no money to pay her, so they gave her free food. They started saving up money. One day, they decided to go to the races a few miles away. It was there that Cleo's mother met her step father. He was a wealthy Hanoverian horse trainer. Soon after her mother and he got married, they moved into his house. It was large and modern. It also had stables and a training arena. Cleo’s step father, Mr. Fletcher, saw how much she loved horses. She showed talent when riding. He began training her. By this time, she was ten years old. One day, he decided that it was time for her to have her own horse. She loved show jumping, so he decided to get her a Hanoverian. They found a perfect 2-year old mare. They bout her. For the next five years, Cleo focused on training. She was home schooled. The bond that she formed with her horse was unbreakable. She was Cleo's best friend. They went through so much together. One night, three days before Cleo's fourteenth birthday, her mother died in a car accident. The only reason she got through it, was because she had her horse.
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Horses Name: Lullaby Baby
Breed: Pure Hanoverian
Age: 3 years
Gender: Mare
Personality: Lullaby Baby was a very expensive horse. Just for her temperament alone. She is very calm, but she can be playful sometimes. She is hardly ever spooked. She can sense emotion. When Cleo is sad, she’ll be sad. When Cleo is happy, she’ll be happy. She is weary with strangers though. She doesn’t like different people grooming her every day.
Disciplines: Mainly, Show Jumping. Sometimes, dressage and cross country.
Appearance: Her face is slightly dished and she has a short snout. Her ears are finely crafted as if she was a sculpture. Her eyes are deep blue, they sparkle just like her owners eyes. Her neck is naturally arched. Her mane is thick and falls in gentle waves. Her shoulders are the most muscled part of her. Her legs are thick with muscle and long. When the weather gets cold, she has a special blanket. It is white with little pink swirly patterns all over it. The stitching is blue. She is black all over with a few markings on her face and legs.
Vices and Quirks: The worst one is; when you try to talk and she’s around, she will whinny so loudly that it drowns out what your trying to say. She just wants all the attention.
Sample Post: It was cold. I could see my breath infront of me. I hugged myself, feeling the soft material of my new sweater. I stopped to admire the look of my new purple nail polish as I got into the car. Dad had just bought it. I didn't really care what it was called, I just liked it because it was big and fast. Big and fast! That reminded me of where we were going. Dad had been talking to a friend of his and he said that he had a horse for me! I was so excited I could hardly breath, or maybe that was just my scarf strangeling me. 'Dad, are you ready to go?', I called out the car window. Dad came running out the house wearing his smart new coat. 'Ready to go princess?', he asked. 'I was the one waiting for you, remeber?' I gave him one of my looks and he laughed. 'Are you excited?' He looked at me. 'Excited is an understatment.' We sat in silence while he drove. I couldn't focus on anything. I couldn't believe what was happening. I was going to see my firat horse today. When I'd asked dad if she was expensive, he'd tried to avoid the question. But then I dug around in his office and found the contract. $90 000.00! It was crazy. I knew I was a good rider, but did I deserve a horse that costed that much? If dad thought I did, then I had to. Right?
We drove through the big silver gates into dad's friends horse breeding farm. As I'd expected, the house was a mansion. We walked up to the front door and rang the bell. It had hardly been two seconds before the house keeper welcomed us in. It was just as grand on the inside, as on the outside. I was scared to touch anything. 'Come on Cleo', called my dad. i followed him into the huge garden. I could see hundreds of stables. All of them had one horse in them, even though there was space for two. I handsome man suddenly appeared out of nowhere and shook my dad's hand. 'h**lo young lady, are you ready to see your horse?' I smiled and nodded my head. 'A pleasure to meet you sir.' I shook his hand. 'Come with me', he said to me and my dad. He took us into a big indoor training arena. 'Wait here', he said. he returned a few minutes later. He was leading the most beautiful horse I'd ever seen! 'I-is s-she m-mine?', I stuttered. He nodded. I ran to put on my riding pants. I always forgot the fancy word for them. Then he let me touch her. I started by petting her nose, letting her smell my hand. I was completely dumbstruck.Then I patted her on her shoulder. After we were friends, he told me to see if she felt good riding her. So I swung myself into the saddle. There were a few little jumps set up. I put her into a trot. She was very responsive. Then I clicked my toung and put her into a canter. She was fast and smooth. We went in for the first jump. I could hear her hoof beats one the ground. I leaned forward as she lifted her front legs. We flew through the air for a split second and then she lended perfectly. I knew from that moment, that we were pefect for each other.
