Post by imagine on Aug 7, 2006 20:55:30 GMT -5
Student Form
Name: Charlotte Isabella Gimore
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Physical Appearance: Charlotte looks like your everyday Irish-woman. Her red hair is brilliant and abundent. Her green eyes are sharp and immpecable. Her hair is also very curly, causing it to be slightly short. It stops just cenimeters away from her shoulders. But, because it's so thick and lively, it seems longer than it really is.
Charlotte is also a bit on the tall side. She recieved her height from her father indefinately. She should weigh a little more than she does, but she likes to keep her body lean and toned. However, she does realize that it sets a bad example for the young'ns of the day. Also, it makes it easier for the horses to throw her.
Charlotte also prefers to be comfortable. She loves showing off her body, but if it interferes with her comfort-zone, then it's a definate "no". Sometimes, even when she's riding, she'll wear sweats or pajama pants.
Personality: To sum up Charlotte in five words, she is: caring, friendly, introverted, helpful and loyal. She does, however, tend of judge people on looks or first impressions. She's not too fond of "preppy" people, cliques or groups. She hates labels, even though she sometimes uses them herself. She's very opinionated when it comes to politics, civil rights and the way to treat/train horses. She s very into her horses. She sometimes holds grudges, even though she knows that it's bad for her health and self-esteem. She is subject to bouts of depressions, which is why she sees a therapist once every two weeks. She loves to read, write and swim in her spare time. When she's relaxing next to her horse's stall, she'll sometimes read out loud to him while he munches away on his hay.
History:Charlotte is from a long, pure line of Irish ancestery. Her lines go back to the very first Irish that roamed the tiny, cool island.
During the Potato Famine, Charlotte's family stuck it out and stayed in Ireland. Charlotte was born years later in Ireland, raised on a Thoroughbred breeding & racing farm. Her father and mother were the owners of the successful business. Her father was the one who mainly handled the horses, training them and racing them. Her mother, on the other hand, occansionally helped with the training. She was the financial backbone of the operation. If it weren't for her, Charlotte was certain that her father would have found himself in the middle of money problems.
Charlotte grew up following her father down to the track every morning before school. She would set her alarm the same time that her father did, dress, grab an apple juice and skip down to the track to stand by her father's side. At six, she would wander inside and get ready for school. But, as time went on and Charlotte grew older, she begged to be homeschooled. Alas, her mother gave in and became Charlotte's teacher. Charlotte could now spend the mornings at the track and the afternoons practicing her studies.
When she was twelve, Charlotte's parents sent her over to the USA to live with her aunt. She became interested in Eventing while she lived with her aunt. She quickly surpassed the jumping levels, but it took her some time to get the Dressage down. However, she fell in love with the elegance and grace of Dressage and soon began concentrating on just that.
Sample Post: Charlotte stuck her foot in the sleek, shiney stainless steel of the 4 1/2-inch stirrup, grabbed a chunk of her gelding's dark mane and then hoisted herself up into the black Dressage saddle. She placed her right foot into the other stirrup and then reached up to rub her horse's neck.
"Good boy, Jody," Charlotte crooned to her 4-year-old Thoroughbred. She then moved her hand to the left rein and brought it to her knee, turning Jody's head back toward her leg. Like usual, Jody released his pressure and then Charlotte dropped her rein. She then did the same with the right side. She then lightly squeezed his sides and Jody stepped forward.
"We'll trot some poles today, boy," Charlotte told Jody as they walked to the arena. Jody and Charlotte mainly practiced Dressage. However, they sometimes jumped low fences.
((My RPing is usually better and longer, but I've had a long week since Wednesday training 3 horses with little breaks and today was extremely tiring. If you need something better, then... tell me and I'll edt the post.
))
Name: Charlotte Isabella Gimore
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Physical Appearance: Charlotte looks like your everyday Irish-woman. Her red hair is brilliant and abundent. Her green eyes are sharp and immpecable. Her hair is also very curly, causing it to be slightly short. It stops just cenimeters away from her shoulders. But, because it's so thick and lively, it seems longer than it really is.
Charlotte is also a bit on the tall side. She recieved her height from her father indefinately. She should weigh a little more than she does, but she likes to keep her body lean and toned. However, she does realize that it sets a bad example for the young'ns of the day. Also, it makes it easier for the horses to throw her.
Charlotte also prefers to be comfortable. She loves showing off her body, but if it interferes with her comfort-zone, then it's a definate "no". Sometimes, even when she's riding, she'll wear sweats or pajama pants.
Personality: To sum up Charlotte in five words, she is: caring, friendly, introverted, helpful and loyal. She does, however, tend of judge people on looks or first impressions. She's not too fond of "preppy" people, cliques or groups. She hates labels, even though she sometimes uses them herself. She's very opinionated when it comes to politics, civil rights and the way to treat/train horses. She s very into her horses. She sometimes holds grudges, even though she knows that it's bad for her health and self-esteem. She is subject to bouts of depressions, which is why she sees a therapist once every two weeks. She loves to read, write and swim in her spare time. When she's relaxing next to her horse's stall, she'll sometimes read out loud to him while he munches away on his hay.
History:Charlotte is from a long, pure line of Irish ancestery. Her lines go back to the very first Irish that roamed the tiny, cool island.
During the Potato Famine, Charlotte's family stuck it out and stayed in Ireland. Charlotte was born years later in Ireland, raised on a Thoroughbred breeding & racing farm. Her father and mother were the owners of the successful business. Her father was the one who mainly handled the horses, training them and racing them. Her mother, on the other hand, occansionally helped with the training. She was the financial backbone of the operation. If it weren't for her, Charlotte was certain that her father would have found himself in the middle of money problems.
Charlotte grew up following her father down to the track every morning before school. She would set her alarm the same time that her father did, dress, grab an apple juice and skip down to the track to stand by her father's side. At six, she would wander inside and get ready for school. But, as time went on and Charlotte grew older, she begged to be homeschooled. Alas, her mother gave in and became Charlotte's teacher. Charlotte could now spend the mornings at the track and the afternoons practicing her studies.
When she was twelve, Charlotte's parents sent her over to the USA to live with her aunt. She became interested in Eventing while she lived with her aunt. She quickly surpassed the jumping levels, but it took her some time to get the Dressage down. However, she fell in love with the elegance and grace of Dressage and soon began concentrating on just that.
Sample Post: Charlotte stuck her foot in the sleek, shiney stainless steel of the 4 1/2-inch stirrup, grabbed a chunk of her gelding's dark mane and then hoisted herself up into the black Dressage saddle. She placed her right foot into the other stirrup and then reached up to rub her horse's neck.
"Good boy, Jody," Charlotte crooned to her 4-year-old Thoroughbred. She then moved her hand to the left rein and brought it to her knee, turning Jody's head back toward her leg. Like usual, Jody released his pressure and then Charlotte dropped her rein. She then did the same with the right side. She then lightly squeezed his sides and Jody stepped forward.
"We'll trot some poles today, boy," Charlotte told Jody as they walked to the arena. Jody and Charlotte mainly practiced Dressage. However, they sometimes jumped low fences.
((My RPing is usually better and longer, but I've had a long week since Wednesday training 3 horses with little breaks and today was extremely tiring. If you need something better, then... tell me and I'll edt the post.
))
