Post by DreaM on Apr 10, 2010 1:16:44 GMT -5
Name: Megan Carly Fox
Age: 30 years
Gender: Female
Appearance: Her hair is mousy blonde,it is straight and falls just below her shoulders. She wears it in a ponytail while she works, and in an up do when she goes out. Her face is oval shaped and her skin is fair. Her brown eyes are usually outlined with coal or brown liner with a thick coat of mascara. If she isn't going out, she dousn't bother putting on any other makeup. Her neck is long and her shoulders aren't very broad. Her arms and fingers are long too. She keeps her finger nails short. Her bust is quite average for a woman her age. She is thin with a small bum. Her legs are long and thin but she dousn't like the shape so she wears long pants most of the time. She wears practical clothes around horses, but she dresses up when she goes out.
Riding Experience: By ten years old she was competing. By eleven she'd won many shows and by fifteen she was a very respected rider. She went to the olympics with her eventer and took gold.
Disciplines: Mostly eventing, but she can ride most other disciplines too.
Personality: She will never give up on anything. She won't ever let anybody else give up. When she starts something she has too finish it. Where ever she goes, it will be painfully organised. She can't help it. She is just very passionate about what she does. No matter what that might be. But even with this organised personality, she is very friendly and fun. She is out going and talkitive. She can get along with anyone. And I mean anyone!
History: She was born in California. Her father was a respected horse trainer and her mother gave lessons. She was a very happy child. Her father let her start riding when she was four years old. By five years old she could muck out a stable, clean the sadle and bridle and feed the horses. She could walk into the stall of a sphyco horse and he would completely calm down. She had a way with the horses. They lived in a farm house in the midle of nowhere so she had to be home schooled. She showed so much talent in dressage, show jumping and cross country that her father let her focus more on horses than school. She grew up and left home when she was 20. She lived in a city flat while she was studying. She then became a qualifyed horse trainer. She opened up a riding school for children of all ages. She lived like this for four years. Then one day, a company looking for someone to sponcer saw her riding and offered her a chance to ride in the olympics. She couldn't resist. She sold the school and spent the next few years training on her new horse. When she did go to the olympics, she took gold in eventing. And at the moment, she is one of the best eventers in the world.
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Horses Name: Captain Courage
Breed: Irish Hunter
Age: 6 years
Gender: Stallion
Personality: He is high strung. He dousn't really like anyone but his owner. They have a special bond. he can be a sweety and he does whatever Megan asks. She has gotten rid of all his anoying habits. But he still likes to go crazy sometimes. He enjoys what he does and he is good at it. he si still a stallion and he just can't leave mares alone. He is a nice stud horse and produces excelent foals, even cross bred. In mting season you must make sure his stall door is strong enough to not brake when he kicks it.
Disciplines: Eventing and trail.
Appearance: Captain Courage is brown from head to toe. His mane and tail are darker he has a white blaze. His snout is long and straight. His neck is arched and muscular. His shoulders are also ver muscular. His legs are strong and long. Hi hooves are perfectly formed.
Vices and Quirks: He likes to go crazy sometimes. He often likes to take control while riding.
Sample Post: I dragged myself out of bed. I checked my clock. 5:30am. I rubbed my eyes and trudged into my cotages little bathroom. I brushed my teeth and washed my face. The soap stung my eyes and I had to rub them with a towel. I had to be out there training by six. I pulled my hair into a low ponytail any put on my riding clothes. I put the ingrdients into the blender for my breakfast smoothie. I chanel hoped while I drank. I found my keys and unlocked the door. I was met by a cold gust of wind as I stepped out side. I walked down the path to the stables. There were only five. One was for Captain and the others were for horses that rented the stalls. As I came to Captains stall, I petted his nose. I went inside and groomed him. Then poured his breakfast into his feeding trough. He nuzzled me and began eating. I stepped out side again, checking on the other horses as they ate. Then I went back and saddled Captain. He began getting very excited. We were training our show jumping today. I led him into the arena. I got my foot into the stirrup and swung myself into the seat. I walked him around the arena three times to warm up.Then I clicked my tounge and he began trotting. His hooves made soft thuds on the sand. I crossed the diagonal and put him into a fast paced canter. The jumps were all set to 1 meter. We were going to the olymips in a month so I had to train him hard. We went in for the first obstacle. His front legs lifted and I shifted my weight forward. His hind legs bent and then propelled him through the air. We cleared the jump perfectly. I patted his shoulder and whipered 'Good boy', to him.
Age: 30 years
Gender: Female
Appearance: Her hair is mousy blonde,it is straight and falls just below her shoulders. She wears it in a ponytail while she works, and in an up do when she goes out. Her face is oval shaped and her skin is fair. Her brown eyes are usually outlined with coal or brown liner with a thick coat of mascara. If she isn't going out, she dousn't bother putting on any other makeup. Her neck is long and her shoulders aren't very broad. Her arms and fingers are long too. She keeps her finger nails short. Her bust is quite average for a woman her age. She is thin with a small bum. Her legs are long and thin but she dousn't like the shape so she wears long pants most of the time. She wears practical clothes around horses, but she dresses up when she goes out.
Riding Experience: By ten years old she was competing. By eleven she'd won many shows and by fifteen she was a very respected rider. She went to the olympics with her eventer and took gold.
Disciplines: Mostly eventing, but she can ride most other disciplines too.
Personality: She will never give up on anything. She won't ever let anybody else give up. When she starts something she has too finish it. Where ever she goes, it will be painfully organised. She can't help it. She is just very passionate about what she does. No matter what that might be. But even with this organised personality, she is very friendly and fun. She is out going and talkitive. She can get along with anyone. And I mean anyone!
History: She was born in California. Her father was a respected horse trainer and her mother gave lessons. She was a very happy child. Her father let her start riding when she was four years old. By five years old she could muck out a stable, clean the sadle and bridle and feed the horses. She could walk into the stall of a sphyco horse and he would completely calm down. She had a way with the horses. They lived in a farm house in the midle of nowhere so she had to be home schooled. She showed so much talent in dressage, show jumping and cross country that her father let her focus more on horses than school. She grew up and left home when she was 20. She lived in a city flat while she was studying. She then became a qualifyed horse trainer. She opened up a riding school for children of all ages. She lived like this for four years. Then one day, a company looking for someone to sponcer saw her riding and offered her a chance to ride in the olympics. She couldn't resist. She sold the school and spent the next few years training on her new horse. When she did go to the olympics, she took gold in eventing. And at the moment, she is one of the best eventers in the world.
(picture is not copyrighted)
Horses Name: Captain Courage
Breed: Irish Hunter
Age: 6 years
Gender: Stallion
Personality: He is high strung. He dousn't really like anyone but his owner. They have a special bond. he can be a sweety and he does whatever Megan asks. She has gotten rid of all his anoying habits. But he still likes to go crazy sometimes. He enjoys what he does and he is good at it. he si still a stallion and he just can't leave mares alone. He is a nice stud horse and produces excelent foals, even cross bred. In mting season you must make sure his stall door is strong enough to not brake when he kicks it.
Disciplines: Eventing and trail.
Appearance: Captain Courage is brown from head to toe. His mane and tail are darker he has a white blaze. His snout is long and straight. His neck is arched and muscular. His shoulders are also ver muscular. His legs are strong and long. Hi hooves are perfectly formed.
Vices and Quirks: He likes to go crazy sometimes. He often likes to take control while riding.
Sample Post: I dragged myself out of bed. I checked my clock. 5:30am. I rubbed my eyes and trudged into my cotages little bathroom. I brushed my teeth and washed my face. The soap stung my eyes and I had to rub them with a towel. I had to be out there training by six. I pulled my hair into a low ponytail any put on my riding clothes. I put the ingrdients into the blender for my breakfast smoothie. I chanel hoped while I drank. I found my keys and unlocked the door. I was met by a cold gust of wind as I stepped out side. I walked down the path to the stables. There were only five. One was for Captain and the others were for horses that rented the stalls. As I came to Captains stall, I petted his nose. I went inside and groomed him. Then poured his breakfast into his feeding trough. He nuzzled me and began eating. I stepped out side again, checking on the other horses as they ate. Then I went back and saddled Captain. He began getting very excited. We were training our show jumping today. I led him into the arena. I got my foot into the stirrup and swung myself into the seat. I walked him around the arena three times to warm up.Then I clicked my tounge and he began trotting. His hooves made soft thuds on the sand. I crossed the diagonal and put him into a fast paced canter. The jumps were all set to 1 meter. We were going to the olymips in a month so I had to train him hard. We went in for the first obstacle. His front legs lifted and I shifted my weight forward. His hind legs bent and then propelled him through the air. We cleared the jump perfectly. I patted his shoulder and whipered 'Good boy', to him.
