Post by Mikeala Rogers on Feb 16, 2008 23:56:44 GMT -6
*The name is [Mikeala Rogers]
*Blew out [17] candles
*Is a gorgeous [female]
Personality [2-3 paragraphs]
Mikeala is a very outgoing, and loud person. She always gets in trouble at school for talking to much, but she just isn't afraid to speak her mind. She loves to talk, and always has something to say. This way, she is always making friends, and fits in very well.
Mikeala is very competitive when it comes to riding, and loves to win. She doesn't care who the competitor is, wether it is her best friend, her worst enemy or just a random person, she will do everything besides sabotage, something illgeal and cheating to win a competition.
Appearance [2-3 paragraphs]
Mikeala has medium long, wavy, auburn hair. He hair is very unruly, so she mostly keeps in in a ponytail, but on it's good days, she will keep it down. Mikeala has a pretty modest figure. She has a large chest, and a slim stomach and medium-wide hips. She is pretty pale but if she spends enough time out in the sun she can get tanner. She is about 5' 8''
Mikeala likes to be up to date on fashion, and likes shopping and buying clothes. She is ussualy wearing what up to date in fashion when she's not at the barn. Mikeala also likes wearing unique clothing, clothing unique enough so that if you see her wearing in a public place, you do a double take.
Riding History [1-2 paragraphs]
Mikeala didn't grow up in a horsey family, but she did start riding lessons when she was 5. Her parents paid for her to take lessons at an Hunter Jumper barn, and there her skill grew. She took lessons on a little palimino connemara named Skip. Skip was stubborn, lazy, and barn sour, but Mikeala loved him, and so when she was 8 and still hadn't out grown him, Mikeala's parents convinced her trainer to sell him to them. Mikeala started showing 3 months after she bought Skip, but children grow, and by age 10 she had out grown her little pony. By then, Mikeala had become interested in eventing, so she said good by to her Hunter-jumper trainer and moved to an eventing barn, where she met her love of her life. He was a 16.3hh thoroughbred gelding, named Comet, and he was for sale. So of course, Mikeala, coming from a rich family was able to buy him. Comet was alot of horse for Mikeala, but she continued to take lessons, and her ability grew, and soon Comet and Mikeala were eventing together. Unfournetly, when Mikeala turned 15, Comet colicd, and had to be put down. Mikeala was heart broken, and just started riding school horses.
Desired Riding Level [Beginner, Intermediate, Advanced]-Advanced
Discipline Eventing
Overall History [1-2 paragraphs]
Mikeala grew up in New York City with 2 older siblings. Her parents were very wealthy, and while her siblings, always asked for everything, Mikeala only asked for riding lessons. The Roger's couldn't understand why their youngest daughter chose the dirty, and rough lifestyle of horseback-riding, but they loved her and went along with it, and followed her through the whole. Mikeala's life is pretty much riding since she had turned 5. Nothing exciting happened to her. Just a simple girl, with complex dreams.
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RP Sample [1 good paragraph//Don't need another one, if you have another character]
"Maybe you should stay home Garrit..." His mom pleaded. But Garrit was already in his truck. Why is she so worried? It's not like Puzzle hasn't done this before. Garrit thought, commenting on his mother's strange behavior and the colt's rebellian, as his truck tumbled down the gravel road towards the paved road which led to his school. She's ussualy forcing me to go school.He thought again turning on to a nice paved road. Puzzle was a 4 year old off the track thoroughbred that Garrit was training. His Mom had origianally taken him in a year ago to train, but the colt proved to be alot of horse, and Garrit's mom didn't have the time to be working with that kind of horse, she needed a horse that would take what she gave it, not one that would throw it right back. Garrit on the other hand, had taken a likeing to the frisky stallion, and took to training the horse. Puzzle was a bit...loco, and hadn't fully understood yet that he wasn't racing, and he just needed to be calm. Puzzle hadn't gotten the worst of the harm the track could bring, so he probobly would never fully get over it, so there wasn't a way Garrit could event him, but the young horse had shown a great liking to Dressage, so he could make someone a fabulous dressage horse someday. So this morning when Garrit was working on him calming down in Puzzle's stall, the colt took a nearby stallion as a threat, and lashed out with his hooves to show his power, of course forgeting that Garrit was right in front of him. But Garrit felt fine, and in fact Puzzle hadn't even touched him, so what in the world was his Mom worried about? Garrit sighed, and shrugged it off as he parked in the school's lot. After grabbing his backpack from the passenger seat, he then headed for the door. Whats wrong with people today..? Garrit wondered as he walked calmly through the school's halls. Everyone was staring at him, like he had a man eating gorilla sitting on his shoulders or something. Even the teachers were staring at him, and some of the girls had even gasped. Shaking his head at this strange behavior, he stopped by his locker, turning away from everyone to work away at opening it. Once he finally had, he hid his face inside and took his time grabbing two books out of the very neat locker.
"Hey Garrit...."He heard one of his friends say.
"Yeah?" Garrit replied turning to see the person one of his closest friends.
"What happened to you...I mean, are you feeling alright...your face..." His friend trailed off.
"My face..." Garrit muttered, turning swiftly into the boy's bathroom, he turned the corner and stared into the mirror. Now he understood, what everyone was so confused. Puzzle had hit him. His hoof had grazed the side of his cheek, and Garrit had failed to realize it. It was a long and deep gash, and the cheek was really swollen. Thick, dried blood came off as he rubbed the area around the cut. The cut itself was the worst part, it was still fleshy in some parts, but some parts had also scabbed over. There was pus in places where dirt had reached, and the overall appearence of it was ugly. Garrit winced as he dabbed it with a cloth. He ussualy didn't touch his face, so it hadn't bothered him until now. Pain rushed throughout him as he cleaned out the wound, and he quickly took the cloth away from the cut, and began cleaning his face where blood had dried. It would probably be better to just leave the cut and ice the cheek. He could deal with the actual cut better a home. I guess it payed to look in the mirror.
