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Nickname Please call me bug or buggy ^^

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Full Name "I'm Fable Quinn Stark."
Nickname " Fable. Fable, Fable, Fable. Not that name. Please, for my sake call me Quinn."
Age & DoB "I'm twenty, born January twenty-seventh."
Gender 'Go great your eyes checked, freak." {girl}

Likes Riding ; Dancing, although she isn't very good at it ; Rain ; Cold days ; Sitting in in front of a fire ; Being a 'bug in a rug', or being wrapped in blankets ; Horses {that's a given} ; Playing around with her hair ; Marzapan ; Winning .
Dislikes Very loud, obnoxious people ; Horse-haters ; Losing ; Exetremly hot days ; Being cold at night when she's trying to sleep ; Being cold while riding ; Being cold even when it's warm outside ; I think you get it, being cold ; Poor sports .

Crush Naw. Although as much as I hate to admit it, I'm bit of a player, so watch it.

Personality Fable, or Quinn, as she much prefers, is the perfect definition of 'business in the front, party in the back', and so what if I'm referring to the term used to describe mullets. She's often calm and serene in the morning, most likely because she's tired. Quinn tries to stay 'happy and calm', as she likes to put it, for she is completly aware that people dont like being around her when she is wild. Quinn's almost got two personalities, in the mroning when shes still in a rather good mood, shes full of laughter and smiles, always trying to please everyone. By the end of the day though, Quinn has quite the mood. Due to becoming bored exetremly easily, Quinn will often try to spice up her own day by becoming reckless, which is often after noon, which is when the second side of her shows. As a result of this, Quinn will often start to become very cocky, tryign to jump over jumps to high fo rher and her horse, starting arguements with other students just for the reaction. Although Quinn can seem like quite th b**ch at first, it's often because she yearns for approval, for attention. Quinn is often felt feeling like the outcast of the group, she certainly isn't the best rider here, and with her annoying tendencies, she's often left out. Quinn has a very mixed personality, although she isn't very good at it, with some pratice, she could control her emotions very well, although, there's a good chance that won't be happening any time soon.
{Oh gosh, I feel like I could write so much more, yet I feel like this is enough for now, yet there is so much more to cover with Quinn, so exspect edits as she is developed.}
History Born as the youngest in a family of seven, even before she was born her parents knew they would have to make some compromises for their little girl. One of Quinn's older siblings, Deryn, was paralyzed from the waist down, and let's not exclude his allergy to peanuts or his ADHD. When Quinn was born, sure the attention lasted for a month or two, but after no more then three months, Quinn was seated in the back of the truck, while her other siblings basked under the sunlight from the sunroof, which was near the front of the car. Tis is when Quinn became dependent on approval. She began to feed off of it, like there was no life without it. Quinn felt as if her parents would only approve of her if she was perfect, so that is what Quinn always strived for.
By twelve, Quinn had been riding for about four years, although no competitions were involved yet. Feeling as if she had finally gained some approval from her parents, Quinn returned to grade six with a happier attitude, but not all stories are happy, Quinn's happiness was soon shattered. Attacked by bullies, Quinn was made fun of for a number of reasons, her father was away in Iraq, they taunted her, claiming he'd never make it back. They also came at her riding. She was made fun of for the sores on her hands that she came to school with, for sitting out of gym for being sore.
Just after Quinn turned thirteen, her hopes were shattered once more. Although the bulling had stopped, Quinn learnt that her father had been fatally wounded in battle. Despite exetensive begging from Quinn, Quinn's mother had them move immediately, where there were better job opportunities. Quinn was outraged. She felt as if her mouth felt nothing for her father, leaving him to rot in the ground, Quinn almosted started hating her own mother.
By the time Quinn was sixteen, and well on her way with her riding, Quinn's mother has remarried, a kind man, he really was, with a passion for animals and a large estate outside the city. Although Quinn wasn't the happiest in the beginning, she soon grew excited. Now that they lived outside the city, Quinn could finally get the horse she yearned for. Quinn's first horse, at least the first one that was really hers, Rubber Bands, named for his dusty, beige colored coat, was one greeny of a horse, so much so Quinn couldn't compete with Rubber, he'd kick at the judges if he could. Rubber wasn't the best horse she could have asked for, but Quinn continued riding him, and she is glad she did. Rubber taught Quinn how to handel a tough horse, wether green or jumpy. Quinn continued competing, she simply borrowed neighbor's horses, maybe even borrowing without permission occasionaly. Winning most of the local horse shows, Quinn trie some bigger completions, she placed quite well, which surprised Quinn and her family, maybe she was better then they thought. Boy she was, just four short years later, and look at where she is now!

Riding Discipline " Cross-a-country!"
Horse Wanted " I would love to have Checkered Chess, but if he's too jumpy for me, I'll settle for Golden Survivor if so."

Other Please let me know if I need to change anything, *coughgagcough*ihatethehistory*coughgagcough*.

[lululizzy23]

{ Nervous }{ By her sister }{ No crush }{ Blood and Crystal }

Realizing the time, Ani hopped out of bed and got ready quickly. What had she done last night that made her sleep so long? She shook the thought from her mind and focused on getting her hair to look normal again, two minutes later she was running out to meet her sister. "Hey," she said,"sorry I'm late." She looked around at all the people who had seen her run up and felt like she had just sung in front of a million people. She walked over next to Trickster, kissing his nose and fixing his little hat. "Yeah, what she said," she muttered as her sister finished her little speech. The thought of a ride right now soothed her mind, not jumping, just riding. She figured she'd wait, her sister might get mad at her because she was late, there were too man things running through her mind to focus right now but she managed to keep her eyes on the small crowd.

{ Happy }{ Parking lot }{ No crush }{ Midnight Waltz }

As he got out of his car, he realized someone had just begun to give a speech. He walked over, running a hand through his blond hair and shrugged off his jacket, holding it in his hands, by the looks of this place, he figured he would never have a chance to surf, but that wasn't a problem that he cared about now. He just wanted to meet his horse and ride. Or put his stuff in a room and rest. But neither of those things would be likely to happen. "Welcome to Canada," He muttered to himself looking around at the faces in the crowd, and the two girls in the front. They seemed younger then a few of the riders here, this would be interesting, he wasn't going to remember all these names.

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. { Single } . { 2 Hot 4 U - Tyler } . { Dressage Rider } .

∇ Asael listened carefully to the woman introducing them to the academy, his brown eyes focused on the large building and then onto the barn. He was glad to be near horses again, he had left his back in Ireland in the care of his grooms before making the long track over the sea to here. After the speech had finished he returned to his motorbike and attached his helmet to the handlebars before wandering towards the barn, seemingly the first one in there. As he walked in the nickers and whinnies greeted him as he tapped down the hallway.
As he walked he came across a liver chestnut with three white socks and a white blaze running down his strong featured face. Asael immediately began to survey the animal "Hmm, Hanoverian stallion standing at sixteen three hands, around the age of seven or eight, good musculature, behaviour one of confidence but arrogance and conformation would make him suitable for dressage" he mumbled cheerfully to himself, stroking the stallions face admirably. This horse he found out as he stepped back and read the name plate was called '2 Hot 4 U' aka Tyler.
Asael re-approached the stallion and patted him once more before glancing up the barn to see the others entering aswell.Δ

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Username Pocky<3
Nickname Pocky, Pocks - anything you can think of really ;D
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Full Name Alexandra Jane Bennett
Nickname Alexa, hardly anyone calls her by Jane. Another childhood nickname given to her was Alice, because she sometimes daydreams and forgets the time easily.
Age & DoB Eighteen; 27th November.
Gender Female.

Likes
• Riding horses
• Ballet
• Grooming horses
• Daydreaming
• Music, she has an extensive songs list on her iPod
• Taking photos of anything horse related
• A warm fireplace and a mug of hot chocolate!
Dislikes
• People without common sense
• Liars
• Animal abuse
• Bad weather
• Untidy things/people
• Western riding
• Bad manners

Crush No-one currently, impress her!

Personality Alexa can be described as cheery; she always tries to have a smile on her face. Some people find her optimistic and 'happy-go-lucky' attitude irritating and obnoxious, but she isn't going to change herself for others. Most of the time, she is very motivated, even in the worst of circumstances as she believes in 'you make your own luck'. Her possessions always seem to be tidy and neat, as she has a slight OCD for tidiness - she can sometimes get very annoyed at petty things such as a untidy desk. Alexa can always be depended on by her close friends to help out or remember something, she believes in being generous to people that deserve it. Sometimes, she can hold a grudge against someone that has upset or taken advantage of her. She is also very bad at winning arguments, as she can never think of any good comebacks; she normally just tries to avoid them to avoid embarrassment to herself. She strives for perfection with her riding and gets angry and frustrated at herself if she can't work out something. Often, Alexa will ask the instructors after lesson for tips or tricks on her riding.
History Alexa has quite an muddled childhood. Her father worked long hours in the day and her mother was seldom seen, as her parents got divorced when she was young. Her father remarried when she was nine and she got along quite well with her stepmother, as she worked from home and had time to take Alexa to hobbies like riding and ballet. She liked her new mother, but in her heart she always ached to find her birth mother. She doesn't like talking about family, because it brings back painful memories of arguments. Alexa has always appreciated her stepmother, as she looked up to the powerful and sturdy mother-figure she offered. Often, her father and stepmother would take her to big horse events like Badminton because they couldn't afford their own.

On her thirteenth birthday, she came home to her stepmother waiting in the car. She drove her to the stables, where a beautiful palomino waited for her in the hands of her father. She thanked both her parents repeatedly, eager to ride her new pony. They warned her that this pony wasn't the best behaved but had the most potential for their price range. Alexa had to ride her bike down every day to muck her out and give her feed; it was her whole responsibility. The palomino was called Faye, and floored Alexa repeatedly until the pair finally worked together harmoniously. They did local competitions and the family still has her now, though she is an old field companion for the other horses at the livery yard.

Riding Discipline Cross-country
Horse Wanted Golden Survivor please!

Other Alexa is already good friends with James, because they were childhood friends.

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Full Name James Edward Rotherington
Nickname James - he doesn't like nicknames {best way to annoy him!{
Age & DoB Nineteen; 19th April.
Gender Male.

Likes
• Riding horses
• Playing the piano
• Cricket
• Reading books
• Big horses
• Taking photos of beautiful things
• Placing at competitions
Dislikes
• Losing
• People who think they know it all
• Animal abuse
• Doing nothing
• Chatting to people
• Being ignored when asking something
• Riding small horses

Crush No one yet!

Personality James has always been the seclusive one. He has some trust issues, which he developed after his parents painted lies over lies to keep a happy family façade for neighbours and friends. His father has always been a workaholic, working day and night; James rarely saw him, only the shadows underneath the office doors and in awkward dinner appointments. His mother had a mental breakdown and ran away into the sunny countryside of France to relax when James was barely 6 - she hasn't been seen since. He likes animals ever since his mother took him to the races, watching the magnificent Thoroughbreds run and the ground thundering with the pounding hooves of horses. He started learning to ride when he was very young, because they lived very close to a riding school where he learnt how to ride fresher horses as he progressed. James prefers to stay away from people, though he is always in the shadow of his successful father according to snobby relatives. He doesn't say much and prefers reading a book rather than someone's expression. He enjoys playing the piano, riding and cricket; hobbies which his mother got in involved in.
History James had a difficult start in life, with a busy father and a stressed-out mother. He didn't understand the lies and deception, though his childhood innocence was tainted at a young age. It made him more hardened against the real world, where nothing in perfect. James' mother took him to riding lessons every week at a stable nearby and his instructor said he showed promise. This fueled his eagerness to learn and he started competing the school horses at local shows, which made him interested in proper competing. He doesn't really get on with people, because he got teased at school for riding horses and doesn't like talking to people he doesn't know.

Riding Discipline Show jumping
Horse Wanted Dancing Queen please!

Other Lives quite close to Alexa.

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{{ There go all of the female slots. *huff* x3 Both accepted and added. Also, abbyisapie, could you just write a bit more? I expect at least 3-4+ sentences or a paragraph. }}

{ - Mood ... Excited, Surprised - } ~ { - Location ... Entrance - } ~ { - Crush ... No one - } ~ { - Mount ... Cappuccino Cream - }

"Thank you," Skye finished off, wiping her pale fore-head with her cold hand, smiling softly. She rolled her light crystal-clear blue eyes and laughed sarcastically as her sister came running over. "And what took you so long, lazy guts?" she questioned, a hand on her hip. Anjou and Roman's dark orbs lit up as they saw Ani, with their rather long tails hitting the ground floor, making a sound like a whip. "Anyways, we have to go off to organize everything - dorms, horses, all that stuff. Coming with me, or staying?" the bright haired young adult muttered, passing Trickster's lead-rope over to her twin. After all, Ani was the one that bought him from a rescue shelter.

{ - Mood ... Bored - } ~ { - Location ... Parking - } ~ { - Crush ... Ani, maybe or maybe not - } ~ { - Mount ... Morning Tunes - }

Rio yawned as he casually relaxed in the driver's seat of his silver Jeep, listening to good ol' rock music. Though he didn't look as happy to be sent to PLA, deep inside, he was actually pretty excited - he simply loved the smell and sound of horses, it was just amazing. Sitting up as he saw the ancient academic building, his eyes lit up with joy. He already had plenty of day-dreams of what would happen if he was accepted into one of the world's best academies; he still couldn't believe they actually accepted a guy like him.

Driving into the parking lot, Rio's frown was removed and replaced with a weak grin. He swore he could already hear a horse or two - he was almost jumping up with cheer, wondering who he'd be riding. Parking his silver Jeep, he took his old, scrubbed keys out and hopped out of the car - the warm sun heating him up, and the smooth wind pulling on his light brown hair. It was good to be at a new home.

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{Why thank you! Could I please have a quick recap as to what is going on? And is it possible I could 'reserve' Chocolate Wish, I plan on making a boy later and I was hoping that could be his horse, if not, I'll just wait to see if I can snag Chocolate when I get home from school, which is when the form will be up. And sorry for any mistakes, I'm on my iPad, and auto-correct isn't often that correct.}

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{{ Well, most people who have joined the role-play so far have just arrived, Skye and Ani have told most people about what will be happening (there is going to be a meeting, to assign students to their horses and sort out rooms), so for now, your character can just tour around the place and make some friends or so. ^^ And sure, I'll reserve you a boy and Chocolate. :) (Even though I said no more reserving a few pages back xD Oh well, I'm in a good mood so yeah...^^) }}

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{Thank you very much! I'll have the form up after school. Very many thanks!