Post by Betsy Neuman on Feb 24, 2008 19:38:37 GMT -6
*The name is Betsy Neuman
*Blew out [eighteen] candles
*Is a gorgeous [female]
Personality
Betsy is curious, and often does things without others knowledge of the fact, which is why she can be a pain at times. Though she is beautiful, do not judge her by her looks. She is not of the 'faint at heart'. Quite on the contrary, you will find, for she has an outgoing personality and daring sense of courage bumbling within her. Independent and witty, intelligent and curious. She doesn't typically stand for the answer "no". She loves to be involved in whatever is taking place, and do not deny that fact. She tends to take things into her own hands, to fend for herself and make her decisions alone. Though you would not presume her as that type, until you get to know her for definant.
As well as taking things into her own hands, she will stick up for her friends. Loyal as a golden retriever you could say, because she will not leave you if you are in need of a hand. Call on her and she will be there, no matter the circumstances. Also, besides her petite size, she is highly athletic. One of the fighters, and will give you a pretty bloody beating if you tick her off enough. One rule with her, do not get on her bad side, and do not mess with her or her friends. Also, when she is having fun, let her. Due to her loving for dangerous stunts, she has an exilterating time, and typically does not get injured. So just let her enjoy the moment.
As she has her, tough side, she as well has the opposite. If you find that path to her heart she is enitrely loving, gentle, sweet, kind. She will literaly die for you, if given the chance, and will expect you to do the same. She does not like the relationship where she is a trophy, she does not tolerate that by any means. In fact she loathes those men that so only want her for her looks. Stating that, it is hard to get to her heart, though she is very fragile deep, deep down. After previous expierences in the love thing, she was hurt, and is now not so trusting at all with guys. She is reserved around them more then anybody else. Simple things will hurt her. But remember those simple things, and you will have yourself and wonderful girl to hold. As far as friends go she is outgoing and typically happy. As well as happy, she has that tendency to be jealous, more like a regular thing. all her friends know that about her. And her jealously can get annoying at times. As well as everybody knows that she is a very talkative person, there to keep a good emotional chat going and speaks her mind, always. that can also get annoying, if she talks to much, tell her to shut up. Emotions are her pretty much.
Appearance A British girl. Beautiful, seemingly flawless. But that is completely wrong. She has her flaws. Across her right arm she has a scar, that is faintly visable. It is in the shape of a 'u' and it is from when she was a baby and a dog bit her. But through her flaws, the secret to keeping her flaws hidden, is knowing how to do your own make up and what clothes to wear that will flatter your figure. So with that in mind, she typically is seen in jeans. They are just made for her. As well as form fitting shirt. She wears designer brands, but that does not really matter to her. On a typical day at the barn or just at home, she can be seen in a tank and shorts. She does not care much about what clothes she wears, unless she is out in the public eye. Which is pretty much all the time. But she can make things work.
People constantly bug her about being so small and 'fragile'. Calling her anorexic and other things. Despite her thin size, she eats like a normal person, no mental disease there. She is just naturally a small person, with a crazy fast metabolism. So don't give her crap about her size, she is just fine. Though her petite size, she is strong, and athletic. She has that aura about her, that tom-boyish type. She does not deny it either, it is not all false. She likes to get rough with the guys, its more daring. But even though she is daring, she can also dress up. And she is growing out of that phase. Well, she has actually grown out of it, and is either seen in a dress or jeans normaly. It just depends on her mood really.
As more daring she has a knack for hair colours. She can change her hair colour, and pretty much look good any way, any style. Something she enjoys. Though throughout all her styles, she enjoys the long, blonde hair the most. Blonde is her typical colour, but brown is her natural. To go with her warm brown eyes. They are like a smoldering caramel and chocolate in one big pot. They flatter her face along with her small nose and her pouty lips. Her features are small and boney, but beautiful none the less. Along with her features, she is daring and adventerous. And her accent always carries through, heavy. But she adores her British accent.
Riding History Being born into a riding family and being trained to ride by her mother she is a pretty good rider. But she has her flaws. Obvious too. She has a tendency to let the horses charge the fences and then jump, which she really doesn't notice she does, but others do. Sometimes she really is an oblivious rider, who doesn't really pay attention, thus due to many broken bones. In dressage she tends to have issues with not running through it. Maybe she should have been a jockey or something, because she loves speed. But other then that, she has trained some horses, that now ride grand prix level, if not a little lower, with some help. And she enjoys a ride, but is very stubborn, and a perfectionist. So that works to her advantage, some times. But it can tick people off when she's riding and she has to do the same thing over and over again until its just right. But typical it does get better. She's flawed, and she has her strengths. But don't we all. She has trained people up to prix and olympic people, both them and their horse. But she's ready to start teaching for real and not just for fun now, even though it will be fun.
Desired Riding Level Advanced, please. But rather I'd like to be an instructor. So yah...
Discipline English-Eventing
Overall History Betsy grew up with everything you could possibly ask for in life. Also an only child. She had two wonderful parents, money, her own stables, everything she wanted. She grew up mainly spending time outside with her animals, riding whenever possible and showing her purebred dogs in the local shows. As a girl her mother doted upon her becoming a young lady, being proper and so on and so forth. So she grew into that nature of politness and stature. She kept her poise and grace as she grew into a polite young lady. Daring and adventerous, always bending the rules to get what she wanted. She is one to tell the greats exactly what she thought about them. Living by the phrase "what goes around, comes around".
Around the age of ten or eleveen she began to transform into a young and talented rider. Enjoying the thrill and rush of cantering into the ring and jumping around. The excitment of the pounding of the horses hooves against the dirt and sand and the feel of the reins in your hands. There was just something in the horses smell, breath, just plain being there that calmed her and made her fall in love with riding. Her and her pony were inseperable, it was impossible for her to leave the stables, but she always ended up being drug home. Her pony carried her through her first and upcoming years of becoming a experienced shower and rider.
Soon she got to big for her pony. Sadly, and to her dislike her parents bought her another horse, Firecracker. He was six, and a pain in the butt in her mind. She was around fourteen and was messing with him. Her parents left it up to her to re-train the thoroughbred off the track. She loathed them for that for a while. That was until she actually started working with him. And soon that pair was close as well. She had him jumping and at least in third level dressage. Guess that's what you get with parents that ride all the time with you. Well, mother that is. Soon she was showing him and he was taking her above and beyond where her pony could take her. She was entered the top classes, and had him trained up nicely. With the help from her mother that is. But still, she did most of the work. But she did leave him with a bad habit of charging the jumps, because she let him.
She went through high school and enjoyed her life, riding and schoolr, school and riding constantly. By the time she was seventeen she had riden numerous horses, and fallen and broken so many bones because of her carlessnes. Yes, once she broke both arms because she sat on a horse bareback with out any thing inside the barn, and said horse bucked sending her into the roof. That was fun. So now she's eighteen, and loving it.
How'd you find us? Equity
Rules Password abracadabradeedoo
RP Sample
[This is just something a typed up kinda quick-ish. Not my best writing wise, sorry. 1,239 words.]
The wind brushed through her hair like fingers as it wisped around her face. It wasn't a cold morning, but it wasn't hot either. It was right, just perfect. She loved it when it was that temperature between hot and cold, with a steady wind that kept it nice to ride in. But not too much to make it more difficult to ride because you had to pry against the wind like a crowbar against a padlock. It was just right, a wonderful Saturday and today she was planning on riding her prize stallion. Well, when he wasn't being a pain in the you-know, he was her prize boy. He tended to act up against the wind though, so perhaps today he would be having fun. She just never knew with that black beast.
The door opened easily as she slid open the lock and opened the door wide to reveal her private stables in her backyard, well near them anyways. Boots clicked against the concrete as she walked the aisles filled with the whinnies of horses and pawing against the wood doors. Whistling she saw her black beat stick his head out and nickered towards her. Smiling she walked towards him, offering a carrot as he took it gently. Hopefully today he would be all right, she could only hope though. Hand brushed over his soft muzzle before she turned towards the feed room. She would feed him after she rode, but the others could be feed now. Grabbing a few scoops she did out the feed for her two other geldings and her moms three horses.
Walking back down the aisle she opened the sliding doors and fed the horses, completing the remaining trips until she had them all fed. Her beast, also called 'Fredo', was pawing and flipping out because he wasn't being fed. But it happened this way almost everyday, she figured he would be used to it by now. But no, he wasn't. Shaking her head she grabbed a handful of sweet feed and walked over to him, his lips grazing against her hand as he accepted the treat eagerly. She smiled and rubbing his head in between his eyes before she turned to the side and grabbed his halter. Not bothering with the stud chain at the moment, he would be fine without it. She hoped. Clicking back the lock and sliding it until it opened she walked in and slipped the halter over his head, before walking him out. Only really having to glare at him before he behaved.
Bringing him to the crossties she clipped him in and patted his shoulder. "Hello boy." She said before walking into the tack room and grabbing the grooming box, bringing it back to the ties and putting it on the rail. She curried over him quickly yet well and then ran the hard brush over him before the soft brush over him. Himself getting a few treats in the process. She grabbed the hoof pick and ran her hand down his leg clucking to ask him to pick it up. He did, but put up a little fight, but she held tight and he gave up. After she finished up grooming she sprayed him down with some fly spray and brushed out his tail with her fingers and some show sheen.
Going again into the tack room she grabbed a pair of red polos and white polos, along with her dressage saddle and his dressage double bit bridle. All black leather. She placed all the stuff on the rail and placed a red dressage pad on his back. She turned to get the saddle, only to turn back and see the saddle pad gone, and him flinging it around in his mouth. "Hey! That is not a toy." But she couldn't help but laugh as she grabbed it from him and put it on his back again, slipping the saddle on over it. Grabbing the girth she did that up and ran a hand over his shoulder before putting on his polos. Red on his front right and left hind. White on his left front and right hind. Alternating, and fun. She grabbed the bridle and took of his halter, placing it around his neck before placing on his bridle and fastening the buckles, slipping the reins over his neck. Putting on gloves, and slipping on her helmet.
Clucking to him she grabbed her dressage whip, with her silver spurs on and walked out towards the arena. Lowering her stirrups and checking her girth before hopping on. Patting his neck as she walked him on a loose rein out to the dressage arena. "Ready to have fun today boy?" She asked before walking into the sand dressage arena. He flicked his head and swished his tail jumping up slightly and acting up. She pulled back on the reins a bit in half-halts trying to calm him down. He finally did after half way around the ring. She pushed in into a collected walk around the rail for a while, adding circles and leg yields and some turns on the forehand to get him listening.
After a bit she put him into a collected, working trot, himself pulling through her hands, but she lifted him up and kept him from doing that. Both bits working as he moved with impulsion around the rail. Along with circles and once again leg yields, along with crossing the diagonal. She pushed him into an extended trot with a closed leg as she sat his trot before bringing him back to a working trot and then into a long and low. After that she brought him up into a collected canter. Circling twenty meters then ten at a slow, collected canter with power. Foam spit was collecting around his mouth along with come coating his black hide. She attempted a pirouette, getting it but accidentally her rein felt out of her hand, but she grabbed it back after he broke the canter. She picked up the other lead, asking for a extended canter before letting him gallop full out and her standing up in her stirrups, just for fun.
Smiling she brought him back with a few half-halts and sitting deep in the saddle into a collected working canter. Then from the canter to a walk, on a long rein. "Good boy." She patted his damp neck and loved over him. For the only about thirty to forty minutes she had been riding, they were both sweating. But the wind was nice. After a walk break she worked him a little more letting him gallop every once in a while before it being just about an hour or work. Giving him a long rein and loosing her stirrups she walked him around their stables and backyard near the house for a nice little hack to cool him down before returning to the barn. Getting off at the barn she dropped off her tack and switched his bridle to a halter before taking him out to give him a wash down, to which he enjoyed quite a bit. Today had been a good day, and she loved her stally, minutes the fact that when he misbehaved it was something in her aids she did wrong, or just him. She knew she wasn't flawless, and she was glad she wasn't. Because if she was, where would be the fun in learning?
