Post by Tiger on Nov 19, 2006 22:10:31 GMT -5
Name: Daniel Tiger (His real last name is Thomas)
Gender: Male
Age: 18 (actually seventeen, but he appears to be 18 and he always “forgets” to tell people he isn’t)
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color:Black
Height: 5’9”
Build: He’s kinda inbetween……
Style: There isn’t really away to describe Daniel’s style. He is just, him. There really isn’t another way to describe it. It just kind of is. It varies tremendously. He wears what ever he feels like, and that is just it. He wears what he wants, deal with it.
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Personality:Daniel earned his name for a reason. They call him tiger for a motive. He is a tiger. Or he can be. Daniel is basically multiple people. He is unsuspecting. He is spontaneous. That is who he is. He is himself. There isn’t really another way to describe him. He acts how he feels at a given time. He won’t do the samething today as he did yesterday, even in exactly the same situation. It is just, him. You have to learn to live with it.
On some days Daniel is happy and care free. Just wanting to go and enjoy the simpler things in life. Going on a hack with his beloved mount. Talking with friends. All that stuff. When he is in that kind of mood it’s great for everyone. Then he is a sweet, caring kind of guy. But that isn’t how he always is.
There are the days when he just wants to be alone. He will go to his room and just lay on his bed. Maybe reading, or writing. Or he might just be starring up at the wall thinking. It is those kinds of daysa that it is more of a live and let live situation. He won’t bother you as long as you don’t bother him. It is those times when he just needs time to think.
The other ways that he can act seem kind of harmless, right? I mean, how bad can he be? Very bad! He can be awful. It all depends on his mood. He will start screaming, cursing, and just being out right mean. It is not a pretty sight. My advice to you, back off. Just leave. If your in the middle of a fight, just give in and leave.
So, basically, Daniel can be who ever. It is just his way of life, ever changing. The one thing that pretty much never changes is his sence of thought. Though he really doesn’t act like it he likes to think. To reason. To try and figure out why things are the way they are. He like to know the reason behind it. He always thinks. Though maybe not about his actions.
History: Well, there isn’t really a lot to tell you about Daniels past. Has it effected him at all? Who knows? He is just to, shall we say, unique to know. Does it really matter? If you want I geuss I can tell you. But he might not like it if you knew, he generally keeps himself concealed. So if I were you, I wouldn’t tell him that you know a thing, unless you want him to, explode.
Daniel Thomas grew up in a house with his dad. It was just the two of them, oh, and you can’t forget there black lab Bingo. The three of them got along great. You see, Daniels parents got divorced when he was nine. He often went to visit his mom who lived forty five minutes away. But still, it confused him greatly, so that might be why he is just so, shall we say, out there.
At school Daniel never did terribly great. He was incredibly smart but he didn’t try. He often handed his assignments in late, if he handed them in at all. On tests how ever he always seemed to do great. He was one of those smart kids who simply didn’t care. His teachers all knew how smart he was and tried to get him to do the work, but they just couldn’t get through to him.
Daniel quickly became known as the Tiger. He was never exactly sure why, but everyone called him The Tiger, or Dan the Tiger, or simple Daniel Tiger. He never really paid that much attention. Or atleast he didn’t seem to. But he liked the name. Daniel gathered around him a sort of gang. Not the evil gang that goes around beating people up that often comes to mind. Just a group of close friends. They weren’t the “popular” kids. But they weren’t complete geeks.
Daniel had kind of a rivalry with the most popular kid in school. Him and his friends were often victims of there jokes and jeers. But none of them really cared. They stuck up for eachother and one of them always had a good retort. Usually Daniel.
As time went on Daniels parents started to become worried about him. He was become more and more, well, strange. They wanted to find something that could cheer him up slightly. They kept trying to get him to try different things. He was thirteen when his dad signed him up for a riding lesson.
Reluctantly on a summer day Daniel made his way to the stable. He didn’t want to be there. He would be there once he told himself. And he would never come back. Just like he had done with swimming, soccer, baseball, and a bunch of other things. Little did he know that wasn’t exactly accurate.
He learned he was riding a horse named America. He thought that was an incredibly stupid name for a horse. But he walked to the barn. The smells were weird and annoying, he hated them. But he wasn’t very open. If only he knew how much he was going to grow to love the smells around him.
When his instructor arrived he led America into the ring and with some help mounted. With his instructor walking besides him he began to walk around the ring. America was a great mount and Daniel soon started to enjoy it. He listened as his instructor explained about the four gaits. Then they began to trot. He loved it. That was how he became attached to horses. But it might not of happened without one event.
Somebody slammed the office door. It spooked America and she began to canter. Daniel who had always had sort of a need for speed enjoyed it. It didn’t scare him like it would many first time riders. He stayed in the saddle, he might not have had any control, but he was able to keep his head, and with that his seat.
Horse: Over Dose
Rider Level: Intermidiate
Example Post: blink blink
Other: nope
Gender: Male
Age: 18 (actually seventeen, but he appears to be 18 and he always “forgets” to tell people he isn’t)
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color:Black
Height: 5’9”
Build: He’s kinda inbetween……
Style: There isn’t really away to describe Daniel’s style. He is just, him. There really isn’t another way to describe it. It just kind of is. It varies tremendously. He wears what ever he feels like, and that is just it. He wears what he wants, deal with it.
Picture:
Personality:Daniel earned his name for a reason. They call him tiger for a motive. He is a tiger. Or he can be. Daniel is basically multiple people. He is unsuspecting. He is spontaneous. That is who he is. He is himself. There isn’t really another way to describe him. He acts how he feels at a given time. He won’t do the samething today as he did yesterday, even in exactly the same situation. It is just, him. You have to learn to live with it.
On some days Daniel is happy and care free. Just wanting to go and enjoy the simpler things in life. Going on a hack with his beloved mount. Talking with friends. All that stuff. When he is in that kind of mood it’s great for everyone. Then he is a sweet, caring kind of guy. But that isn’t how he always is.
There are the days when he just wants to be alone. He will go to his room and just lay on his bed. Maybe reading, or writing. Or he might just be starring up at the wall thinking. It is those kinds of daysa that it is more of a live and let live situation. He won’t bother you as long as you don’t bother him. It is those times when he just needs time to think.
The other ways that he can act seem kind of harmless, right? I mean, how bad can he be? Very bad! He can be awful. It all depends on his mood. He will start screaming, cursing, and just being out right mean. It is not a pretty sight. My advice to you, back off. Just leave. If your in the middle of a fight, just give in and leave.
So, basically, Daniel can be who ever. It is just his way of life, ever changing. The one thing that pretty much never changes is his sence of thought. Though he really doesn’t act like it he likes to think. To reason. To try and figure out why things are the way they are. He like to know the reason behind it. He always thinks. Though maybe not about his actions.
History: Well, there isn’t really a lot to tell you about Daniels past. Has it effected him at all? Who knows? He is just to, shall we say, unique to know. Does it really matter? If you want I geuss I can tell you. But he might not like it if you knew, he generally keeps himself concealed. So if I were you, I wouldn’t tell him that you know a thing, unless you want him to, explode.
Daniel Thomas grew up in a house with his dad. It was just the two of them, oh, and you can’t forget there black lab Bingo. The three of them got along great. You see, Daniels parents got divorced when he was nine. He often went to visit his mom who lived forty five minutes away. But still, it confused him greatly, so that might be why he is just so, shall we say, out there.
At school Daniel never did terribly great. He was incredibly smart but he didn’t try. He often handed his assignments in late, if he handed them in at all. On tests how ever he always seemed to do great. He was one of those smart kids who simply didn’t care. His teachers all knew how smart he was and tried to get him to do the work, but they just couldn’t get through to him.
Daniel quickly became known as the Tiger. He was never exactly sure why, but everyone called him The Tiger, or Dan the Tiger, or simple Daniel Tiger. He never really paid that much attention. Or atleast he didn’t seem to. But he liked the name. Daniel gathered around him a sort of gang. Not the evil gang that goes around beating people up that often comes to mind. Just a group of close friends. They weren’t the “popular” kids. But they weren’t complete geeks.
Daniel had kind of a rivalry with the most popular kid in school. Him and his friends were often victims of there jokes and jeers. But none of them really cared. They stuck up for eachother and one of them always had a good retort. Usually Daniel.
As time went on Daniels parents started to become worried about him. He was become more and more, well, strange. They wanted to find something that could cheer him up slightly. They kept trying to get him to try different things. He was thirteen when his dad signed him up for a riding lesson.
Reluctantly on a summer day Daniel made his way to the stable. He didn’t want to be there. He would be there once he told himself. And he would never come back. Just like he had done with swimming, soccer, baseball, and a bunch of other things. Little did he know that wasn’t exactly accurate.
He learned he was riding a horse named America. He thought that was an incredibly stupid name for a horse. But he walked to the barn. The smells were weird and annoying, he hated them. But he wasn’t very open. If only he knew how much he was going to grow to love the smells around him.
When his instructor arrived he led America into the ring and with some help mounted. With his instructor walking besides him he began to walk around the ring. America was a great mount and Daniel soon started to enjoy it. He listened as his instructor explained about the four gaits. Then they began to trot. He loved it. That was how he became attached to horses. But it might not of happened without one event.
Somebody slammed the office door. It spooked America and she began to canter. Daniel who had always had sort of a need for speed enjoyed it. It didn’t scare him like it would many first time riders. He stayed in the saddle, he might not have had any control, but he was able to keep his head, and with that his seat.
Horse: Over Dose
Rider Level: Intermidiate
Example Post: blink blink
Other: nope