Name: Winter Rees
Nickname: Winter or Ari
Gender: Female
Age: Seventeen
Full Name: "My name is Winter Ari Rees. Yes, Winter like the season. Just call me Winter or Ari. Honestly I really don't care as long as its not offensive."Gender: "Does it look like I'm a boy? I hope not... I'm a girl in case you were wondering."Age: "I was born on January fourth nineteen ninety five so that makes me seventeen years old."___________________________________________________________________________________________
Family:Lillian (Mother)
Brian (Step Father)
Daniel (Brother)
Will (Brother)
Aristocrat (Horse)
Family: "Well I have a mom, a step-dad, and two older brothers. My mother Lillian met my father Richard when she was nineteen. He was twenty one. According to her they fell "head over heels" for each other; I don't buy it because as soon as my mom told him she was pregnant he up and left. I've never have (not that I have the desire to meet him) met my father. In my eyes he's just another *ssh*le who uses girls for his own desires. Three years later she met Richard my step-father. He already had gone through a bad marriage where he gained custody over his two sons, William and Daniel. He's a cool guy, I guess. Cool for an ex-marine at least. At least I know he's there for me."Birth Date: January 4th 1995
Address: 4810 Sicamore Drive, London
Phone Number: (123) 456-7891
High School: Westwood Briar
History: "I was born in the Dallas hospital on January fourth nineteen ninety five. I weighed a healthy seven pounds. We moved to my first address, a run down apartment building, soon after I was born. The neighbors were rowdy collage frat boys; we didn't live there long. After that we moved to my current address where I still live to this day. Upon turning nine months old, I began to take wobbly steps around the living room. I don't remember much about this experience. When I turned one, I said my first word. Cookie. For this I of course got a cookie as a reward. My life was pretty calm for awhile after that. When I turned five is when things started to change. My mom had started seeing this guy named Richard. I didn't know what the nights I spent at grandma's meant. Was I getting a daddy? Yes, apparently because a mere year later they were wed. Richard had two twin sons who were two years older than I. They had tons of fun playing little pranks on me, which I hated horribly. They broke my Barbies and made fun of me when I liked Hannah Montana, but other than that they were cool. When I turned thirteen I got my first boyfriend and my first case of heartache. This is where the cool brothers come into play. Let's just say, they made sure he felt bad for hurting their little sister. When I turned fourteen my dreams finally came true when I got a horse for my birthday. I named him Boe, yes its actually spelled Beau, but I wanted him to be original. When I told my friends at school about Boe they were excited until they saw him. "He looks like God had leftovers so he made him," they mocked. They're mockery didn't faze my thoughts about Boe. He was still my little horse from Heaven. When he died of Cancer a year later I was devastated. I had hoped and prayed so hard that the vet could save him. But alas nothing could be done for my little angel and he is now buried under the tree in my backyard. I must have cried for months without end. I guess my mom and Richard were tired of the sobs coming from behind my room and my absence at dinner because they bought me a beautiful Thoroughbred stallion named Aristocrat. I immediately banished the horse from my heart. No one could replace my Boe. In time I grew to love the stallion one hundred percent and he filled the gaping hold left by Boe. At least somewhat fit. Along the way we moved a lot and in two thousand ten we found ourselves in England."___________________________________________________________________________________________
Personality: Sweet and sour,
outgoing, fun
Likes: Aristocrat, my brothers,
art, music, being outside,
rain, alone time, Australian accents
Dislikes: Rowdy crowds, politics,
rap/hard rock music,
people who make fun of her
bullies, being alone
Fears: Crowded places, storms,
the dark, being eaten alive
Personality: "I like to call myself a part time puppy, part one squirrel. The puppy part about me is about when I first meet you. There aren't very many people Joni can just hit it off with from the start and just be open and carefree. I need to know if I can trust you first. According to people I'm really quiet when you first meet me. Apparently, I'm like a walnut to them because I'm hard to crack. Yes hilarious I know. Back to the puppy story. I observe the way you act first before I'm all happy go lucky. The squirrel part now. I'm extremely hyper. Always hyper. I do some of the stupidest things sometimes; in reality I'm very smart though. I took all advanced placement classes throughout my high school years. My friends sometimes call me Sweet and Sour Chicken. The sweet part I hope is self explanatory, but the sour part? I didn't get it for quite awhile until I heard about it then I realized that I have a little bit of a hot tempered side. This mainly happens when you just plain old get on my nerves. Which takes a lot to accomplish."Hobbies: "Well I have quite a few hobbies. I like to horseback ride, English saddle of course, paint, sing, play my guitar, act, write, read. The list goes on and on. It would be easier to tell you things that I don't like to do like athletic sports, math problems, and dissecting animals. Especially frogs. Their blood is like greenish yellow. It's nasty."___________________________________________________________________________________________
Pros: "Pros... pros... pros... these are the good things about me, right? Yes. Okay. Well I like to consider myself sweet and compassionate yet energetic and fun."Cons: "Well, I'd like to tell you that I'm all good and that I have no flaws, but I'd be a dirty liar if I said that, so... I'm going to be honest. I can be very judge-mental at times. Don't be offended, its an automatic thing. I judge myself more harshly than anyone. Sometimes I throw myself into deep depression. I'm also brutally honest. I don't mean to hurt your feelings, but it's who I am. I have a HUGE conscience and I'll feel sick to my stomach if I know that I lied to anyone. Even if it was to spare their feelings."___________________________________________________________________________________________
Favorite Food: Chicken Fried Steak
Favorite Drink: Vanilla Bean Frappuccino
Favorite Color: Sky Blue
Favorite Animal: Panda Bears
If I Were Going on a Romantic Date with a Guy Where Would it Be: "Well, there are lots of romantic places to go. Like to the beach or the lake or just a simple walk through the woods would suffice. Although personally I'm one of those cowgirls who would just love to be able to go on a trail ride with my boyfriend. Sadly, this quality is very rare in a guy..."If I Could Be Anywhere In the World Where Would I Be: "I'd really like to go to Sydney, Australia one day. I hear it's just beautiful down there. The people I hear are friendly too. Plus I've been practicing my Australian accent so when I go I'll fit in. G'day mate!"Relationship Status: Single
Boyfriend: None at the moment
Crush: None (Liam later on)
Exes: A few, they don't need to be mentioned
Sexual Orientation: "I really don't care what you want to call me. Homophobic or whatever, but I'm straight and I'm against being gay. No I don't hate the gays. I just won't associate myself with them."Things I Like In a Guy: "I like the guys who have a good personality. Not to shy, not to cocky. It has to be perfect. The guys who are confident enough to talk to me are good, but if you try and stick your tongue down my throat I probably won't like you very much..."Things I Don't Like In a Guy: "I don't like it when a guy is peer pressured by his friends. Yes it happens. I've seen it. Don't deny it I'm sure you have too. I'm fully against alcohol and smoking anything. I don't believe that it's moral. Yes, I am religious. Yes, Jesus did drink wine, but he didn't get wasted."___________________________________________________________________________________________
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