Post by arissamay on Aug 4, 2006 17:55:11 GMT -5
Student Form
Name: Connor Knect
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Physical Appearance: With bright blue eyes and thick, wavy brown hair, Connor's features are extremely sharp. He looks way older than he is, as most guess that he's around the age of 22, not 16. His body is nicely muscled, enough to make him look great with his shirt off, but not enough to disgust people, with veins popping out and all that. He has long legs and a fairly even torso, tall in comparison to most, standing at about 6' 3". His hands and feet fit his body, big enough to not look akward, but not overly huge.
As far as fashion sence goes, he knows what looks good on him and what doesn't. Normally found in clean jeans, a T-shirt and his favorite OSU sweatshirt, he is causal. However, on the nights when he is forced to clean up, he cleans up good, normally found in black slacks and a nice polo, not really a 'tuxedo' sort of guy.
He has a nice, tan skin tone, with non apparent tan lines, as usually he is entirely covered up with a sweatshirt, or has no shirt on, not usually one to be found in JUST a T-shirt.
Unless he is showing, a nice Rolex platinum watch is found on his left wrist, a gift from his mother before she died. He hardly ever takes it off, so no one really knows if it's tan underneath, because he hasn't shown them.
Personality: Funloving and outgoing, Connor is a totaly party kind of guy. Being so, he gets in trouble often for being out late, or being with kids who drink.
However, having an alcoholic father, Connor avoids drinking at all costs, not your normal 'get wasted' boyfriend. He is fairly popular wherever he goes, just being that kind of guy, and people find him hard to resist.
Yet, through all that tough-guy, jock sort of stuff, he has a deep, sensitive romantic side that he isn't afraid to show too the right person. He lives for romantic dates, cuddling on the couch, and telling someone how gorgeous they look.
He's a jock by nature, loving to play sports and goof off, never really one for school work or studying. He's easy to be around, though, and is willing to give his all on a project when need be, but is never considered 'nerdy'.
History: Connor started riding horses with his mother when he was 3. He grew up pretty much without a father, seeing as he was a banker, and traveled often.
He's a complete mother's boy, having been raised by her when he father left them at the age of 10. Since then, he has completely turned too the horses, and threw his all into being the best rider he could be.
He's won more awards with horses than you could count, going as far as being accepted to hippology teams, giving speaches, and riding in clinics with George Morris, Beezie Madden, and Jim Wofford.
Diagnosed with skin cancer when he was 12, he fought it for 3 years, and went into a thankfull remission at 15. However, it tought him to appreciate life, and he now volunteers regularly at local hospitals, and does many marathons and bike rids for cancer reasearch. He's ridden the STP every year since he was 12, winning it last year, and done the SCCA walk three times a year since he was 14.
Sample Post:
Connor rode down the barn aisle, his horse's newly shod hooves clattering on the concrete. He smiled sheepishly as someone yelled at him to get off his horse in the barn aisle, and slid off the bay's back, landing with a soft thud. He rolled up his newly cleaned leather stirrups, loosening the gelding's girth to make him more comfortable. After an affectionate pat, he led the horse into his stall, proceeding to untack slowly, taking his time.
He chatted easily with a girl at the barn in passing, heading to the tackroom to clean his...what else?..tack. He set the saddledown on the rack and hung up the bridle and breast plate, grabbing soap from the closet. Finding an old sponge on the floor, he rinsed it off, and dipped it in the soap, proceeding to wipe it onto the tack in rythmic circles. He buffed it when he was finished, making it all sparkle like new, and set it in its correct place. He dabbed some spit on his finger and wiped off the gold 'Connor Knect' plate on the back of the saddle, making it shine.
He walked out too his dodge truck, his blue eyes sparkling, shown off by jeans and a burgandy T-shirt, and hopped in, turning up the radio and driving down the lane, a small cloud of dust tailing him, kicked up by the gravel......
There. I did it over. If its still not good enough, then I give up, because I gave it my all. LOL.
Name: Connor Knect
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Physical Appearance: With bright blue eyes and thick, wavy brown hair, Connor's features are extremely sharp. He looks way older than he is, as most guess that he's around the age of 22, not 16. His body is nicely muscled, enough to make him look great with his shirt off, but not enough to disgust people, with veins popping out and all that. He has long legs and a fairly even torso, tall in comparison to most, standing at about 6' 3". His hands and feet fit his body, big enough to not look akward, but not overly huge.
As far as fashion sence goes, he knows what looks good on him and what doesn't. Normally found in clean jeans, a T-shirt and his favorite OSU sweatshirt, he is causal. However, on the nights when he is forced to clean up, he cleans up good, normally found in black slacks and a nice polo, not really a 'tuxedo' sort of guy.
He has a nice, tan skin tone, with non apparent tan lines, as usually he is entirely covered up with a sweatshirt, or has no shirt on, not usually one to be found in JUST a T-shirt.
Unless he is showing, a nice Rolex platinum watch is found on his left wrist, a gift from his mother before she died. He hardly ever takes it off, so no one really knows if it's tan underneath, because he hasn't shown them.
Personality: Funloving and outgoing, Connor is a totaly party kind of guy. Being so, he gets in trouble often for being out late, or being with kids who drink.
However, having an alcoholic father, Connor avoids drinking at all costs, not your normal 'get wasted' boyfriend. He is fairly popular wherever he goes, just being that kind of guy, and people find him hard to resist.
Yet, through all that tough-guy, jock sort of stuff, he has a deep, sensitive romantic side that he isn't afraid to show too the right person. He lives for romantic dates, cuddling on the couch, and telling someone how gorgeous they look.
He's a jock by nature, loving to play sports and goof off, never really one for school work or studying. He's easy to be around, though, and is willing to give his all on a project when need be, but is never considered 'nerdy'.
History: Connor started riding horses with his mother when he was 3. He grew up pretty much without a father, seeing as he was a banker, and traveled often.
He's a complete mother's boy, having been raised by her when he father left them at the age of 10. Since then, he has completely turned too the horses, and threw his all into being the best rider he could be.
He's won more awards with horses than you could count, going as far as being accepted to hippology teams, giving speaches, and riding in clinics with George Morris, Beezie Madden, and Jim Wofford.
Diagnosed with skin cancer when he was 12, he fought it for 3 years, and went into a thankfull remission at 15. However, it tought him to appreciate life, and he now volunteers regularly at local hospitals, and does many marathons and bike rids for cancer reasearch. He's ridden the STP every year since he was 12, winning it last year, and done the SCCA walk three times a year since he was 14.
Sample Post:
Connor rode down the barn aisle, his horse's newly shod hooves clattering on the concrete. He smiled sheepishly as someone yelled at him to get off his horse in the barn aisle, and slid off the bay's back, landing with a soft thud. He rolled up his newly cleaned leather stirrups, loosening the gelding's girth to make him more comfortable. After an affectionate pat, he led the horse into his stall, proceeding to untack slowly, taking his time.
He chatted easily with a girl at the barn in passing, heading to the tackroom to clean his...what else?..tack. He set the saddledown on the rack and hung up the bridle and breast plate, grabbing soap from the closet. Finding an old sponge on the floor, he rinsed it off, and dipped it in the soap, proceeding to wipe it onto the tack in rythmic circles. He buffed it when he was finished, making it all sparkle like new, and set it in its correct place. He dabbed some spit on his finger and wiped off the gold 'Connor Knect' plate on the back of the saddle, making it shine.
He walked out too his dodge truck, his blue eyes sparkling, shown off by jeans and a burgandy T-shirt, and hopped in, turning up the radio and driving down the lane, a small cloud of dust tailing him, kicked up by the gravel......
There. I did it over. If its still not good enough, then I give up, because I gave it my all. LOL.
