Post by oblivion on Jun 4, 2009 17:30:12 GMT -6
Scarlett Bones
Name: Scarlett Bones
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Female
Height: 5'6
Weight: 110
Hair/Eyes: Black hair and blue eyes
Clothing Style: Emo/Punk
Riding Style: English
Riding Experience: Beginner
Likes:
Dislikes:
Fears:
Habits:
Goals:
Overall Personality:
Scarlett is very screwed up . Unless she has alcohol and weed in her system, she can't function properly . And even when she has alcohol and weed in her system, she still can't function . She has severe anger issues, and can become quite aggressive if provoked . Bipolar disorder is just another one of her flaws . She is depressed most of the time, but has fits of anger that scare many people away from her . Thus being said, she has no friends, does not talk to her family, and is practically shunned from every other person that knows how she is . Coming to Hope Springs was actually her decision; she was sick of running away from her problems and people that she couldn't avoid . Not that it will be much different here ..
Mother: Allison Bones
Father: Jonathon Bones
Siblings: Brother- Andrew Bones, and Sister- Jessica Bones
Spouse:
Job:
History:
Scarlett was raised in a broken and devastating childhood . At a young age, she was beat, tormented, and abused by her mother and father . At thirteen, Scarlett began to pop pills and she tried weed for the first time; after that, she became addicted . That same chaotic year, her mentally ill father raped her and left her for dead . Her beloved brother, Andrew (then twenty-one), drove her quickly to the hospital . After that experience, she was never quite the same again . She began drinking heavily, and getting high whenever she could get weed . Her siblings banned her from their lives, and parents too . Friends were a thing of the past and Scarlett was sick of everything . She paid for the plane ticket herself, and traveled by herself to Hope Springs .
Roleplay Sample:
[/size]Name: Scarlett Bones
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Female
Height: 5'6
Weight: 110
Hair/Eyes: Black hair and blue eyes
Clothing Style: Emo/Punk
Riding Style: English
Riding Experience: Beginner
Likes:
- Drinking
- Weed
- Partying
- Writing poetry
Dislikes:
- Cats
- Snow
- Parents
Fears:
- Falling in love
- Becoming paralyzed
- Being noticed
Habits:
- Drinking
- Smart a.ss remarks
Goals:
- Become a little more sober
- To stop abusing drugs
- To become a better person in general
Overall Personality:
Scarlett is very screwed up . Unless she has alcohol and weed in her system, she can't function properly . And even when she has alcohol and weed in her system, she still can't function . She has severe anger issues, and can become quite aggressive if provoked . Bipolar disorder is just another one of her flaws . She is depressed most of the time, but has fits of anger that scare many people away from her . Thus being said, she has no friends, does not talk to her family, and is practically shunned from every other person that knows how she is . Coming to Hope Springs was actually her decision; she was sick of running away from her problems and people that she couldn't avoid . Not that it will be much different here ..
Mother: Allison Bones
Father: Jonathon Bones
Siblings: Brother- Andrew Bones, and Sister- Jessica Bones
History:
Scarlett was raised in a broken and devastating childhood . At a young age, she was beat, tormented, and abused by her mother and father . At thirteen, Scarlett began to pop pills and she tried weed for the first time; after that, she became addicted . That same chaotic year, her mentally ill father raped her and left her for dead . Her beloved brother, Andrew (then twenty-one), drove her quickly to the hospital . After that experience, she was never quite the same again . She began drinking heavily, and getting high whenever she could get weed . Her siblings banned her from their lives, and parents too . Friends were a thing of the past and Scarlett was sick of everything . She paid for the plane ticket herself, and traveled by herself to Hope Springs .
Roleplay Sample:
The sun was just rising in the pink streaked sky . A lone figure in black sweatpants and a gray sweatshirt could be soon ambling up to the barn . She must be a crazy person, you're probably thinking to yourself right now . Crazy, no . But dedicated, definitely . This young woman had a passion for horses because it was one of the only things that she did that kept her out of trouble . When your addicted to alcohol, well, let's just say that you find it quite hard to stay out of trouble .
As she reached the barn, kicking dirt off of her sneakers so as not to dirty the recently swept hallway, she flicked a light on . Carmona Richards, sixteen, walked down the long aisle filled with sleepy eyed horses looking for her own . At last she reached a roomy stall with a golden plaque on the front that read, Miami Lights; this was her boy . He was a handsome gelding of gorgeous chestnut color . Leggy and built for jumping, he stood at a height of 16.1 hands . He nickered eagerly when he saw Carmona and moved forward to greet her gentle pat .
Carmona unlatched his stall door and stepped inside . Her feet sank into the clean sawdust as she began to pet and check over her beloved horse .
"Hey there, Sully ."
The stallion snorted in response to the greeting . After her assessment (finding him in perfect condition of course), she went to get her riding equipment . She came back lugging a whole horde of expensive equipment; only the best of the best for her and Sully .
She set her heavy load down in front of the stall and took a leather halter with a name plate that read Sully . She slipped it over the gelding's head and clipped him to the cross-ties . Sully danced and tossed his head but quieted after a few moments . Carmona picked up her grooming tools and began to thoroughly groom her horse . When she was finished birds were singing and the sun was fully in the sky . Horses began to wake up and stable hands were scurrying around doing their daily chores .
Sully gleamed like no other and his mane and tail were completely free of tangles . She gave him a good-natured slap on his shoulder, admiring her work for a minute or two . After reassuring herself that no dust lay on the horse, she began to carefully tack him up . She started with the red monogrammed saddle pad . She had paid to get Miami Lights sewed onto both sides of the pad . The rich color made Sully's coat even more beautiful .
The saddle she then placed on his back was light and for general use . It was a deep chestnut color and it went well with the rest of the tack . She put the girth on loosely afterwards; she would tighten it when she was ready to ride . She put bell boots on his front legs to protect them in case he brushed a jump . Carmona took the halter off of his head and slipped the bridle on quickly, making sure that the bit was not twisted or under his tongue . She adjusted the nose band and throat latch so they fit comfortably on Sully .
And at last she was ready . She put her hair up in a sloppy ponytail and put her helmet on . Horse and rider walked out of the beautiful barn into the crisp spring air .
As she reached the barn, kicking dirt off of her sneakers so as not to dirty the recently swept hallway, she flicked a light on . Carmona Richards, sixteen, walked down the long aisle filled with sleepy eyed horses looking for her own . At last she reached a roomy stall with a golden plaque on the front that read, Miami Lights; this was her boy . He was a handsome gelding of gorgeous chestnut color . Leggy and built for jumping, he stood at a height of 16.1 hands . He nickered eagerly when he saw Carmona and moved forward to greet her gentle pat .
Carmona unlatched his stall door and stepped inside . Her feet sank into the clean sawdust as she began to pet and check over her beloved horse .
"Hey there, Sully ."
The stallion snorted in response to the greeting . After her assessment (finding him in perfect condition of course), she went to get her riding equipment . She came back lugging a whole horde of expensive equipment; only the best of the best for her and Sully .
She set her heavy load down in front of the stall and took a leather halter with a name plate that read Sully . She slipped it over the gelding's head and clipped him to the cross-ties . Sully danced and tossed his head but quieted after a few moments . Carmona picked up her grooming tools and began to thoroughly groom her horse . When she was finished birds were singing and the sun was fully in the sky . Horses began to wake up and stable hands were scurrying around doing their daily chores .
Sully gleamed like no other and his mane and tail were completely free of tangles . She gave him a good-natured slap on his shoulder, admiring her work for a minute or two . After reassuring herself that no dust lay on the horse, she began to carefully tack him up . She started with the red monogrammed saddle pad . She had paid to get Miami Lights sewed onto both sides of the pad . The rich color made Sully's coat even more beautiful .
The saddle she then placed on his back was light and for general use . It was a deep chestnut color and it went well with the rest of the tack . She put the girth on loosely afterwards; she would tighten it when she was ready to ride . She put bell boots on his front legs to protect them in case he brushed a jump . Carmona took the halter off of his head and slipped the bridle on quickly, making sure that the bit was not twisted or under his tongue . She adjusted the nose band and throat latch so they fit comfortably on Sully .
And at last she was ready . She put her hair up in a sloppy ponytail and put her helmet on . Horse and rider walked out of the beautiful barn into the crisp spring air .