Post by megan on Aug 4, 2006 17:33:59 GMT -5
Student Form
Name:Brian Rivers
Age:17
Gender:Male
Physical Appearance:Brian is about 5'8 with medium brown hair and light brown eyes. A few scars mar his upper back and shoulders from a car accident five years ago. That's why he usually wears plain colored t shirts that don't go really far down since he doesn't like showing them. Although he appears thin from exercising a lot he doesn't have an eating disorder. Also from exercising his is fairly muscular but not like a bodybuilder would be.
As far as arms and legs go they are around medium sized in length. Feet are a completely different matter though, his feet are really tiny like his hands are. The skin tone on him is in between a pale color and a slight tan. There is a slight tan line where his watch is,and where most of the t shirts cut off also. He is somewhat of a plain person since his fashion sense is somewhat inexistent. So most of the time you will find him in t shirts and blue jeans and a random baseball cap which seems to change with each day of the week. Though he does get the whole,you have to dress up thing when going somewhere important or where other people are dressed up somewhat and 95% of the time he obeys it.
Personality:Brian is nice, talks to everybody most of the time. Although he does get quite nervous when he has a horse racing. When asked about something he will usually give a straightforward and truthful answer unless somebody whom he respects tells him not to. Also he is willing to learn just about anything. Unless it is something that could be harmful.
One of the things that he is not good at is yelling at people. Another thing that he is not good at is letting go to things. Whenever he loses an animal which he was close to it takes him a long time to get over it. He sees things that remind him of the animal and sometimes after losing an animal he will not want to be around his horse for a long time. Or if he is he acts really hollow and doesn't seem to have any emotions. Things that he is good at are knowing what is wrong with a horse most of the time and trying to get to know the people around him.
Unlike some people who form groups of people and then exile all of the others he likes to wander and look for new people to talk to. Some people might find that a little odd but frankly,he doesn't really care. In conclusion he is basically "one of the nice guys".
History:He has been riding with a western saddle since he was about four years old. His parents owned a ranch in Montana so he was constantly riding out to see how the cattle were. Thus, he has excelled in Cutting, Western Pleasure and he knows a fair amount about Barrel Racing. But when he got to the age of ten he went to a horse show where there was also english classes taking place. When he saw how gracefully the horses moved and the way the rides seemed to move with the horse so the cues were almost invisible, he knew he had another calling. That is when he began to ride in Dressage and Show Jumping after begging his parents to sign him up for lessons. His parents let him go to lessons because they dismissed the idea that he would ride english full time. After all they lived on a ranch and to them, english riding seemed to be only for the people who lacked a sense of adventure and were afraid to get dirty.
When they realized that riding with an english saddle was not just a faze they tried to make it so that he would have to work all day so that there would be no time to ride any other way besides western. Their plan backfired when Brian would get up very early and then snuck over to his instructors home to ride the lesson horses there. When Brian was sixteen he was involved in a horrific car accident when a car smashed into the passenger side door of the new car that he had just bought a few weeks before. Glass flew everywhere and that is how he got the scars, not only physical ones but mental ones as well.
After the accident he did not drive for a long time. Also nightmares about the accident do occur sometimes and he ends up waking up in a cold sweat. It was then when his parents decided to send him here. Where he could be with people who rode english. They hoped that he wouldn't seem like an outsider here.
Sample Post:The wind rustled lightly through the leaves as Brian stared up at the cold gray sky. It was an unusually cold summer day but he only had a worn pair of blue jeans on and a red t shirt which had seen better days. His paddock boots were coming unglued after he had been forced to glue the sole back onto the bottom of the boots, again. It wasn't the he wanted to look like he was in need of money but he was.
I hope it doesn't rain, if it could hold of for just a little while longer. Triage needs to be taken out for a nice trail ride. Brian thought as he looked at the horses who were placidly standing in the middle of the paddock cropping the grass that looked like an ocean of green. Triage was the horse that the stable owned that Brian used for his lessons. The only other horses which he rode were the two Danish Warmbloods which his trainer owned.
He settled his gaze upon one horse, Prince. The big burly Holstein looked like he had the makings of a champion show jumper. The colt's grey coat seemed to blend in with the sky and stand out among the other horses in the paddock whom were bays. The colt belonged to a wealthy owner who Brian swore gave mineral water to her horses. If I could only ride him once, he's everything I ever dreamed of an then some. Brian thought and then let out a soft sigh, there wasn't a way he would ever get closer to the horse. Prince's owner never let anybody get near her horses. They even had their own personal grooms who pampered them every moment of the day. But The only reason Brian was allowed to ride at the stable was because the trainer saw the he had talent.
"If only somebody would give me a chance with their horses. I know that my trainer does but I just wish that an owner of one of the horses here would ask me to ride for them. If they waned I would be willing to start of at the bottom of the totem pole as a groom and then work myself up to riding for them. If somebody, anybody did that then maybe then I would get paid to ride ending the need to work third shift at the convince store." He said harshly as he slammed his fist down on the fence making the horses run to the other side of the paddock. Some days it would be ten minutes before his lessons were set to begin and he would just be waking up. But it was the only way he could earn money to pay for the second rate apartment he was renting. It seemed to be made up of three rooms, the kitchen and living room, bathroom and his small bedroom.
Just then the clouds let loose sending cold droplets of water pelting Brian's face. A rumble of thunder echoed throughout the valley sending a group of foals running back to their mothers for protection. He knew that soon the grooms would quickly collect the horses and bring them back into the comforts of their stalls. Maybe I can ride Triage tomorrow, I wish the construction of the indoor arena would speed up. Then there wouldn't be the problem of bad weather affecting my riding. He thought and the watched as the grooms went out and collected the mares and foals. The mares were walking calmly beside the grooms since being brought in was old hat for them. But the foals seemed to be so close to the mares it looked like they were leaning up against their mothers.
I wish that I could be a horse, the only thing they have to worry about is whee their next meal is coming from. But I have to worry about that and a million other things. Brian thought and then closed his eyes and let the rain fall down on him. It was making his cloths get soaked but he didn't care, everything had to come to an end sooner or later.
Name:Brian Rivers
Age:17
Gender:Male
Physical Appearance:Brian is about 5'8 with medium brown hair and light brown eyes. A few scars mar his upper back and shoulders from a car accident five years ago. That's why he usually wears plain colored t shirts that don't go really far down since he doesn't like showing them. Although he appears thin from exercising a lot he doesn't have an eating disorder. Also from exercising his is fairly muscular but not like a bodybuilder would be.
As far as arms and legs go they are around medium sized in length. Feet are a completely different matter though, his feet are really tiny like his hands are. The skin tone on him is in between a pale color and a slight tan. There is a slight tan line where his watch is,and where most of the t shirts cut off also. He is somewhat of a plain person since his fashion sense is somewhat inexistent. So most of the time you will find him in t shirts and blue jeans and a random baseball cap which seems to change with each day of the week. Though he does get the whole,you have to dress up thing when going somewhere important or where other people are dressed up somewhat and 95% of the time he obeys it.
Personality:Brian is nice, talks to everybody most of the time. Although he does get quite nervous when he has a horse racing. When asked about something he will usually give a straightforward and truthful answer unless somebody whom he respects tells him not to. Also he is willing to learn just about anything. Unless it is something that could be harmful.
One of the things that he is not good at is yelling at people. Another thing that he is not good at is letting go to things. Whenever he loses an animal which he was close to it takes him a long time to get over it. He sees things that remind him of the animal and sometimes after losing an animal he will not want to be around his horse for a long time. Or if he is he acts really hollow and doesn't seem to have any emotions. Things that he is good at are knowing what is wrong with a horse most of the time and trying to get to know the people around him.
Unlike some people who form groups of people and then exile all of the others he likes to wander and look for new people to talk to. Some people might find that a little odd but frankly,he doesn't really care. In conclusion he is basically "one of the nice guys".
History:He has been riding with a western saddle since he was about four years old. His parents owned a ranch in Montana so he was constantly riding out to see how the cattle were. Thus, he has excelled in Cutting, Western Pleasure and he knows a fair amount about Barrel Racing. But when he got to the age of ten he went to a horse show where there was also english classes taking place. When he saw how gracefully the horses moved and the way the rides seemed to move with the horse so the cues were almost invisible, he knew he had another calling. That is when he began to ride in Dressage and Show Jumping after begging his parents to sign him up for lessons. His parents let him go to lessons because they dismissed the idea that he would ride english full time. After all they lived on a ranch and to them, english riding seemed to be only for the people who lacked a sense of adventure and were afraid to get dirty.
When they realized that riding with an english saddle was not just a faze they tried to make it so that he would have to work all day so that there would be no time to ride any other way besides western. Their plan backfired when Brian would get up very early and then snuck over to his instructors home to ride the lesson horses there. When Brian was sixteen he was involved in a horrific car accident when a car smashed into the passenger side door of the new car that he had just bought a few weeks before. Glass flew everywhere and that is how he got the scars, not only physical ones but mental ones as well.
After the accident he did not drive for a long time. Also nightmares about the accident do occur sometimes and he ends up waking up in a cold sweat. It was then when his parents decided to send him here. Where he could be with people who rode english. They hoped that he wouldn't seem like an outsider here.
Sample Post:The wind rustled lightly through the leaves as Brian stared up at the cold gray sky. It was an unusually cold summer day but he only had a worn pair of blue jeans on and a red t shirt which had seen better days. His paddock boots were coming unglued after he had been forced to glue the sole back onto the bottom of the boots, again. It wasn't the he wanted to look like he was in need of money but he was.
I hope it doesn't rain, if it could hold of for just a little while longer. Triage needs to be taken out for a nice trail ride. Brian thought as he looked at the horses who were placidly standing in the middle of the paddock cropping the grass that looked like an ocean of green. Triage was the horse that the stable owned that Brian used for his lessons. The only other horses which he rode were the two Danish Warmbloods which his trainer owned.
He settled his gaze upon one horse, Prince. The big burly Holstein looked like he had the makings of a champion show jumper. The colt's grey coat seemed to blend in with the sky and stand out among the other horses in the paddock whom were bays. The colt belonged to a wealthy owner who Brian swore gave mineral water to her horses. If I could only ride him once, he's everything I ever dreamed of an then some. Brian thought and then let out a soft sigh, there wasn't a way he would ever get closer to the horse. Prince's owner never let anybody get near her horses. They even had their own personal grooms who pampered them every moment of the day. But The only reason Brian was allowed to ride at the stable was because the trainer saw the he had talent.
"If only somebody would give me a chance with their horses. I know that my trainer does but I just wish that an owner of one of the horses here would ask me to ride for them. If they waned I would be willing to start of at the bottom of the totem pole as a groom and then work myself up to riding for them. If somebody, anybody did that then maybe then I would get paid to ride ending the need to work third shift at the convince store." He said harshly as he slammed his fist down on the fence making the horses run to the other side of the paddock. Some days it would be ten minutes before his lessons were set to begin and he would just be waking up. But it was the only way he could earn money to pay for the second rate apartment he was renting. It seemed to be made up of three rooms, the kitchen and living room, bathroom and his small bedroom.
Just then the clouds let loose sending cold droplets of water pelting Brian's face. A rumble of thunder echoed throughout the valley sending a group of foals running back to their mothers for protection. He knew that soon the grooms would quickly collect the horses and bring them back into the comforts of their stalls. Maybe I can ride Triage tomorrow, I wish the construction of the indoor arena would speed up. Then there wouldn't be the problem of bad weather affecting my riding. He thought and the watched as the grooms went out and collected the mares and foals. The mares were walking calmly beside the grooms since being brought in was old hat for them. But the foals seemed to be so close to the mares it looked like they were leaning up against their mothers.
I wish that I could be a horse, the only thing they have to worry about is whee their next meal is coming from. But I have to worry about that and a million other things. Brian thought and then closed his eyes and let the rain fall down on him. It was making his cloths get soaked but he didn't care, everything had to come to an end sooner or later.