J o u r n e y
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J o u r n e y • C l o s e d
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J o u r n e y • C l o s e d
by simply, » Wed Dec 12, 2012 11:18 am
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Re: J o u r n e y • The Stables
by simply, » Thu Dec 13, 2012 3:07 am
Eight talented riders who are considered to be America’s finest junior riders have been picked to ride at Blairefield stables, one of the finest hunter jumper stables. Blairefield Stable, a stable that turns out huge medal finals winners as well as plenty of top-notch riders and horses. Some big name professionals have been trained at their stable in both the hunter and jumper discipline, and others ride some of their talented and well-bred horses. Blairefield has its branches stretched out into many area of the business, from buying and selling, importing, training riders, training horses, and even has a little small breeding operation. They are elite in many ways, which makes riding with them the opportunity of the lifetime.
Blairefield Stables has been a high standard breeding, training, importing, and boarding facility for two family generations. With lavish grounds that are manicured to perfection, a barn that is filled with elegant wood, decorative metalwork, climate control, a full line of training equipment, and a professional staff make this one of the premier riding facilities in the country. Blairefield has one-state of the art forty-stall barn, along with eight grooming stalls, six wash stalls, a laundry room, two tack rooms, a tack trunk room, and a feed room. This barn also has an eighty by one hundred-eighty indoor arena that attaches to the barn, with a lovely ringside viewing area. The barn also has an upper viewing deck, which has access into our 'lounge' slash 'trophy room'. This room is where the parents, riders, borders, and everyone else comes to kick back and relax. A lounge area with everything you need and a full kitchen to go with, along with access to the office. From there you can look out over the outdoor arena and the three point five acre derby field [other wise known as a grand prix field]. They also have our more quite and secluded sixteen stall barn, this barn also having all the amenities of the larger barn but just on a smaller scale. Four grooming stalls, two wash racks, a tack room, feed room, office, and so on, just as nice as the bigger barn. The smaller barn was once the main barn, but after the business of Blairefield started to expand, the larger barn was constructed. The stalls in both the small barn and larger barn are fully equipped to meet the requirements of horses. The fourteen by fourteen stalls are large and spacious with sturdy construction, allowing the horses to move around and be comfortable indoors with out being cramped. They are always kept filled with shavings and are always picked clean.
Outside of the stable is just as state of the art and pristine as the inside. The three outdoor arenas are all filled with state of the art, all-weather footing. The jumps are always kept freshly painted and one of our arenas features and well-maintenanced water jump. They also have their lovely grand prix field filled with two open waters, double liverpools, a table bank, a slide bank, a grob, a ditch and a hedge jump. Another feature to the arenas is that they all have a covered viewing area. Besides the arenas, they have three hot walkers, a horse treadmill, and many pastures. The large pastures are sturdily built and broken up into two acres each, along with some smaller one acre pastures, plus four sand paddocks. The facility also has a much larger pasture where they turn their broodmares out with foals. Besides the breeding mares, horses are typical turned out in groups no longer then groups of three. They are all given as much turn out possible to stretch their legs and get some outdoors time. The horses at Blairefield are elite athletes and all though they are work regularly, keeping them confined in a stall all day does not suit them. Due to this they receive as much turn out as possible on the many acres of pastureland. Blairefield even has a few trails winding through their property for some nice relaxing out of the ring time. With two hundred acres of land in the state of Connecticut, it is easy too see that Blairefield is a horse heaven.
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Re: J o u r n e y • The Rules
by simply, » Fri Dec 14, 2012 7:46 am
Rules are important to me and to members of the role play. They help things run smoothly and allow everyone to have a fun, enjoyable time as they role play. I know sometimes they can be a little annoying, but they are there for a reason weather to help the realism of the role play or to allow everyone to be in a happy, fighting free role playing enviroment. I expect them to be followed to the letter and will be running a two strike system, get more then two strikes and I will take action. So it is important that you read the rules and check back to them if you are ever in doubt. If you have any questions about the rules just shoot me a PM. Lastly, I do not need regular role play members in forcing rules, I can handle that myself. I might appoint a mini-mod later on, but this will be a person that I trust will follow my rules to the letter and that I have followed before. This mini-mod should deserve the same respect that I expect to get from the role-players. Just remember my word is the law, but I will work to be fair in everything I do. So here are the rules...
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Respect. This is a big one. Respect your fellow members. no exclusion, and no rude name-calling. In OOC don't go bully other members, even if you think they deserve it. Go through this role-play living by the golden rule: treat others the way you want to be treated. This will make role playing a lot more fun for everyone. Also if you see someone's character is not getting a lot of interaction but are trying to get involved, try to include them.
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Tess' Rules. Follow Tess' rules please. We all know them and have probably all read them at least ten times and have seen them in countless role plays. They are important, good rules and should be followed. If you have any questions in about the grey areas in those rules, feel free to ask the other role players and they will surely make them clearer for you.
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Out of Character. When you are talking out of character or as some people call it OCC, please make sure people know by ether closing it off with brackets or saying out of character.
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Realism. I might have said this before, but I value realism a lot. There will be no unicorns in this role play, no pink ponies, no horses who can magically break a leg and then go for a ride the next day. Not everyone is going to be a top rider, just as not every horse is a grand prix horse or hunter derby winner or pony a pony finals winner. So don't have prefect riders who jump five foot, because not everyone has the talent to jump five foot even at a big shot show stables. There are people who will never jump higher then three foot six and that is okay, no one is saying that they can't ride. We can't all be winners. Bear in mind that this role-play is said to have the most elite juniors, but juniors don't show past three foot six in equitation and in jumpers it is in the four foot branch at the highest level. Some of the riders might have showed in grand-prixs or schooled higher at home, but not everyone would have had the opruitinty or a horse that could manage the height. If you have any questions about realism the world wide web is a great tool, but don't be afraid to shoot me a PM?
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PG-13. This role play is not going to go past PG-13, for CS is a child friendly site and this role play is as well. I don't care if I run a two strike system, past PG-13 and I will kick you out and report your post.
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Drama. Come on, who does not like a drama? I know I do. Drama keeps things fresh when things get dull. At the start of this roleplay while we are all getting the feel of things, not to much. Little plot twist are perfectly fine on the smaller level, but if you are going for something really big or have an idea and want to make sure if it is okay, please consult with me.
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Original. Please, please, please try to make your character original and unique, but also keep in mind that not everyone can have a tragic life. Can't have a barn filled with orphans, or with abusive parents, in fact it is not very realistic for the setting of this role play. Sure people do have tragic moments in their life and no one has the prefect family life, but still keep it real. If you want an interesting past or want your rider to have achieved something notable, shoot me a PM. Maybe you rider used to ride western and converted to hunter jumper at the age of thirteen? Maybe they come from a rich background with many horses? Maybe they just have one that they trained up from scratch? Working student? West coast rider trying to get used to the east coast? So many options, just don't repeat something that someone else has already done.
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Literate. This role play is from high, high semi-literate to literate. I will not take one paragraph per post and in a prefect world I would like everyone to spit out at least two big fat paragraphs on a bad day and usually have something around three and above on a good day. I will request two paragraphs per post though, the more you spit out, the more people have to reply with.
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So that is it for now! Be sure to check back, for I will surely had more and might add more details. For now this is going to have to suffice. Any questions? Just ask! I don't bite. Well, too hard.
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The Stables Rules
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Treat horses right. That one should be a given, but we are restating it. No abusing horses, disciplining is one thing but abusing is another. No lashing out to a horse because he did not do what you wanted to do, our horses don't deserve that. Ninety-nine percent of the time it is rider's error, not horses. There are only two emotions that belong in the saddle, a sense of patience and a sense of humor. Another point is not to work them to hard, keep them groomed, reward them, and so on. Some of you might be used to grooms doing things for you at your old barn, but here you have things to do.
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Turn out. Dress the part, while you are ridding at our stables you have a name to uphold, don't come showing up to lessons in t-shirts and jeans. We except you to come in breeches in tan colors, polo shirt neatly tucked in with a belt, polished tall boots, and for girls to neatly tuck their hair up into a hair net in lessons [hacking with hair down is okay, just keep it back in a pony tail.]. Horses should be groomed for each lesson, in a white baby pad or white, black, or navy saddle pad, with well oiled tack. Another point we would like to make is the point that you representing yourself also means being punctual. If your late to a lesson, don't bother showing up. Your trainer is there to teach you, but being late is like saying you don't care or respect your trainers time.
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Re: J o u r n e y • N o P o s t i n g
by simply, » Sat Dec 15, 2012 1:29 am
Note: This horses are going to be assigned randomly by the whole two hats filled with names tactic so that know one feels like it is unfair. I tried to make all of the horses equally as good but with flaws, but everyone with naturally have preferences. Some of us might be thinking that one is more prettier then the other, the character might appeal to them more, and so on, but I feel like it would be most fair to everyone. I will post the list of who gets who, after everyone has joined or at least reserved a spot. Please respect the character traits set up with these lovely horses, I spent a lot of time on them. The horses who are stated as grumpy and snappy are not going to magically get nice, the horses stated as sweet or not going to take a bite out of your character, and so on. These guys are a product of a lot of time and energy, so please respect that. Also these pictures all belong to their rightful owners, none of them are mine.
Show name: Elixer
Barn name: Eli
Nicknames: Chubs, Chubby, Chub-Chub
Age: Seven
Gender: Gelding - Male
Height: Fifth-Teen Point Three
Color: Bay
Markings: Snip and an irregular stripe, one sock on back right
Breed: Belgian Warmblood
Overview: Eli is called chubs or chubby around the barn for a reason. He is not chubby at all, but just a little on the lazy side with a lacidazical attitude around the barn. The laid back gelding in his stall, munching his hay net with his ears out to the side, casually swishing at flies, or the gelding falling asleep in the cross ties. Those two are both Eli. He is the type of horse that who likes the mosey around and drag his feet around, that is until he sees a bucket of grain or food. He is always one of the most eager horses to come in when he knows there is food, or the loudest when hay and grain is being dropped. In the arena he is lazy though, a horse that needs a lot of leg to get going and into his gait. He has a nice huntery stride with big expressive movement, but you have to work it out of him or else it will sit as wasted potinal. Jumping with him can be hard. First few jumps he is always sharp on, ready to go and a pro about it, but after that he goes down hill. He will get lazy and try to chip in, leaving the rider to put the leg on and get the pace. Give him an excuse and he will take it. Drop your eye, he will refuse. Sit to deep, refuse or add. Jump ahead, refuse. Don't block with your inside leg, he will drift out. Other then that he is a good horse, ride him correctly and he will jump for you. Another thing about him is distances are deceiving, if you look and see a 'perfect' it is probably going to end up a chip or a little short, if you look and see a long it will probably work out perfect, he is a horse you have to train your eye too. He is definnitly a horse you have to adjust too. Not someone you would want to get as a catch ride at show, although at shows he is different. At shows he really picks up off the excitiment, and like most horses, he gets exicted and fresh. In the show ring, you don't have to work his stride out of him as much, it becomes more showy and alive by just being there. He will open up at the canter and trot, becoming a hack winner. His stride in over fences carries more ground and he does not look for as many excuses. He is sometimes so 'up' that you have too lunge him around to get his jitters out, a complete one-eighty from what he is like at home. While he is more awake at shows, you still have to ride your best on Eli.
Pros and Cons:
Expressive gaits > Good ground manners > Pretty 'bomb proof' > Good jumping technique > Well trained > Good lead changes
Lazy < Takes a lot of leg < Likes to be on his forehand and drag his feet < Can't stretch to make a long distance work out well
Looks: xxxx
Rider: ---
Show name: Monte Carlo
Barn name: Monte
Nicknames: Baby, Mo-Mo, Mont, Monters
Age: Five
Gender: Gelding - Male
Height: Sixteen Point Two
Color: Bay
Markings: Star, four socks
Breed: Dutch Warmblood
Overview: Monte is kind of a baby pure and simple. He is an unsure, nervous horse who likes to thoroughly investigate things before deeming if they are safe or not. If he walks into his stall and his water bucket is on the ground instead of its usual place on the wall, he will sometimes refuse to enter the stall until the water bucket is back up. If a new jump is put in the arena, he will spook at it. If something scares him he will not be afraid to tell you. Taking him to shows is no cakewalk because new surroundings equals 'a Monte meltdown'. Although he is approaching the end of his 'its okay to be a baby' years, it does not look like this goofy dork is going to mature anytime soon. He is not the brightest crayon in the coloring box per say. Despite his baby antics and spookiness, Monte is a good horse. He is great when it comes to flat work, can go through the paces with ease, although he tends to be a little 'up'. His stride is ground covering, with a showy stride in every gait. He gets excited in the canter and will try to go faster if you let him. He tends to get off balance around turns and you have to step out a little more then normal to support him. This guy is an eager jumper. It is his job and he loves every second of it, until he thinks there is something scary about it of course. He will try to pull you to the jumps if you are not careful, and it is your job to sit back and tell him to chill out and wait. Monte likes to go for the long distance, so be careful. Even if it is not there, he might try to take off early and make it there. Although Monte might not be the smartest or bravest guy in the world, he has a heart of gold and a good attitude. Support him, show him things are okay, and offer him bravery and he will make you a great little partner.
Pros and Cons:
A great jumper > Always eager > Moves off the leg well > Loves his job > Honest > Scopey
Falls in on his left lead < chasing down fences < likes to take fliers < a little too 'up' at times < lead changes < spooky
Looks: xxx
Rider: ---
Show Name: Skyfall
Barn Name: Skyler
Nicknames: Sky, Sky-Sky, Dude
Age: Eight
Gender: Gelding - Male
Height: Sixteen Point Three
Color: Bay
Markings: Irregular blaze, four socks
Breed: Dutch Warmblood
Overview: Skyler is a cool dude, total trooper. he is professional and calm, Always trusty and not one to spook over senseless things, although not completely bombproof. Sky is known to have little meltdowns from time to time when things get too 'confusing' or too 'hard'. Although he is mature, his mind is still young in a sense. this gelding needs a rider who gives clean, clear, concise directions or else he will get a little confused and then upset when he does not understand. Unclear directions are what he hates, this horse is very in tuned into every thing you are doing. If you round your back and sit to deep coming into a jump, he will get confused and think you want to add so he will add. Chase him forward with your hands and he will lengthen out. Drop your eye and he will chip in or refuse it. Use too much leg and he will gallop around. Get too much in his mouth and he will slow down. While his sensitivity can be annoying, it is also nice. You don't have to worry about chasing him forward with your leg or working to hard to get him to collect. Overall he is a solid horse who just needs an advanced rider to tie together his loose ends and help him out when he gets stuck. He has a good jump with plenty of scope, leaving room to spare, and even when he is jumping something that is high for him, he has great technique that helps him clear it. Long, ground covering stride with a smooth trot and a rocking horse canter. He has a dressage foundation as well. If that is not enough for you, it helps that the gelding is drop dead gorgeous. Skyler is a good horse, but has flaws. Don't get on him expecting an easy ride, he will make you think even with his laid back temperament.
Pros and Cons:
Sweet Boy > Brave > A go-getter > Dressage > Jumping > Collects > Stamina > Speed > Comes back easily
Hates Farriers and Vets < Does not like to be hosed off < Hesitant about water jumps < Spooky in unknown places
Looks: xxx
Rider: ---
Show name: Apollo 9
Barn name: Apollo
Nicknames: Boss, 'Pollo, Big Guns, Sir, Mister, Mr. Sour Pants
Age: Nine
Gender: Gelding - Male
Height: Seventeen Point Zero
Color: Black
Markings: Star, one cornet band on the left hind, small sock on the right hind
Breed: Dutch Warmblood
Overview: A fussy know it all, that is what Apollo is. This gelding is convinced that he knows everything he needs to know and hates it when people tell him different, and I mean hates it. A rider who gets on him and tries to boss him around is going to end up off this handsome but stubborn black geldings back and onto the ground before you can say 'pony'. On the ground he can be a bit nasty. He is girthy and is not afraid to let it be none. When you approach him, he will pin his ears back and have this sour expression on his face, but is just an act. Give him a mint and he will flick his ears forward. It is once you get him under the saddle that he gets as moody as a mare. When you ask him to collect and frame up, he will oblige if you ask nicely and correctly, but his ears will flick back and stay back unless he is focusing on something in front of him. He pins his ears flat against his neck through upwards and downwards transitions. Sometimes he will kick out or buck through transitions, buck after fences. The only time he will flick his ears up is when he is jumping. This gelding loves to jump. Jumping is forte. He has solid technique with tons of scope to rock over fences. What makes Apollo a hard ride is not the fact that he is a green horse [he is not, quite the opposite], it is not that he doesn't listen [he does, sometimes], it is the fact that he thinks he knows best and hates it when people are telling him what to do or telling him incorrectly. Apollo's pet peeve is being asked to do something incorrectly or too much. He has tons of buttons, but press them the wrong way or too hard will end up with you on the ground from time to time. Apollo is the type of horse that less is more with. You tell him what you want and then you let him do it. You don't go trying to coach him through it, nor do you just sit there. You support him and let him do his job. Don't boss him around, don't sit there like a sack of potatoes, you ride him but with out being overbearing. Like if you are jumping him, set up for the fence ahead, don't go reminding him of his job to pick his feet up. Set up, go with your distance -don't let him change it for you because he wants to do something different-, don't change your plan unless you have too, and Apollo will jump it for you. Over the air, don't do anything crazy, just let him jump up to you, and stay out of his way, he is a perfect ride if you do that. Light seat, light hands, easy legs, and don’t go fighting him. Apollo will always win when it comes to clashing head on, and you will end up on the ground. He is a stubborn horse. He takes some figuring out, but once you do you can unlock some serious talent.
Pros and Cons:
Knows his job > Jumping > Flat Work > Bold Attitude > Collection > Brave > Not Silly
Bits and kicks < Bucks < Head Strong < Undependable < Sassy < Gets Bored < Grumpy
Looks: x
rider; ---
Show Name: Carpe Diem
Barn Name: Piranha
Nicknames: Mare, Monster, Fishy, The Piranha
Age: Seven
Gender: Mare - Female
Height: Sixteen Point Two
Color: Bay
Markings: Star
Breed: Dutch Warmblood
Overview: The piranha, as she is called around the barn has certainly earned her name. The nastiest horse in the barn next to Apollo when it comes to attitude. This mare takes the word 'mare' to a whole new meaning, she is bossy, moody, bites, kicks, barges, and so on. You can't tack her up anywhere but in the cross ties or she will squish up against the wall, kick you, or bit you. Holding her his a pain for she will constantly try to bite you and will refuse to stand still. Tacking her is a whole new level of bad ground manners. She will constantly try to turn around and take a bit out of you, and is supper girthy. As soon as you manage to get the saddle on her she will try to turn around and bite you. You often have to have someone else holding her head as you put the girth on. This does not keep her from trying to kick you. The best way to discipline her is to show her you are not going to be bossed around and to shove her right back, although you have to remember you are going up against a mare that ways one ton and does not really care if she hurts you. Once you get on her, the roller coaster has just begun. Although she is a jumper [although she shows in eq in hunters] she is slow in the beginning. She takes a lot of leg to get going, usually requiring some spurs since smacking her with a crop a lot is not a very good idea [she will buck you off in a heart beat]. Once you wake her up though, she moves and moves fast. Although she is not a very sensitive horse and has been known to run right through riders aids and then randomly stop. This mare has her own agenda. She is also a bit rooter. At the canter she has a tenedency to hop around and try to scare her rider's leg off with bunny hops and cow kicks, but you have to keep her leg on if you want her to keep going. Jumping her is pretty much the same as flatting, leg, leg, leg, leg, hand, hand, hand, hand. Drop your eyes and she will dump your pretty little butt into the ground. She is not a horse you want to bury at a fence, for she will not take the jump. She also does not believe she is capable of long distances. Once she is the air, she is good, just stay out of her way or she will get upset upon landing. Riding a course on her is mostly about making sure she stays constent. If you let her run through your hand, you will go galloping around. Take your leg off and she will stop. Get her to an okay distance and she will jump. Ask for a lead change and she will give it you, sometimes with a buck. Riding her is about getting used to her mood swings and managing them. She is no easy ride, so never expect one on her. The good news is that she is the exactly the same at shows. Figure her out, show her who is boss, and you will have a great horse under you. A talented horse at that.
Strengths and Weakness:
Educated > Stamina > Brave > Powerful > Lead Changes > Jumping Technique > Speed > Ballanced > Good at flat
Snappy < Moody < Would like to do things only when she wants to do it < Bites < Kicks < Barges < Roots < Bucks
Looks: xxx
Rider: ---
Show Name: Baba-Bing
Barn Name: Sicily
Nicknames: Silly, Crazy, Sissy
Age: Seven
Gender: Mare - Female
Height: Sixteen Point Two
Color: Chestnut
Markings: Blaze, four socks
Breed: Dutch Warmblood
Overview: Sicily, as her chestnut coloring seems to suggest, has one hot personality. She is a very 'up' horse and always on edge. In her stall she tends to be very alert, always has her ears pricked and flicking around. She is very high strung and very active. Sicily is the type of horse with endless energy. She is a horse that needs to be worked regularly and fairly heavily to keep her happy and from getting to fresh. You can't keep her in her stall for to long or she will start to pace, so she spends most of her time outdoors. When she is inside she is always vocal you walk into the barn, she will typically whinny a hello. When their is grain being dropped she is always voicing herself. In the ring she will be whinnying to other horses in the pasture and in the barn. It is not a little small whinny, it is a loud, vocal, and shrill one. Her whinnying habit along with being antsy in her stall are just the start of her high strung nature. In the cross ties she is very ansty, always dancing around. It is the same when she is always on the lead rope. She is always looking around and on her toes, meaning that her handler has to be on their toes as well. She always has to be lunged before she is ridden, she is not the horse you just hop onto, she takes perp work. Well, you could just get on but it would most likely end up in a horrible ride. She is a horse filled with bucks, rears, and bolts. She can be one hard horse to ride. Riding her takes a strong ride with a firm but gentle hand, with good balance, and everlasting patience. A good example of this is when your asking her to halt from the canter, you have to give her a small release, sit deep, then ask for the halt, as you anchor your self. She is not a horse who will halt when her rider pulls her in the mouth to whole time, this will resulting in her going faster and countering by pulling back. She is the type of horse who would love to gallop through life and never walk. With the smallest bit of leg and she is off like a gun. A rider needs to be strong in order to keep her from pulling her or she around around, but at the same time quite. Anything sudden will cause her to overreact. Jumping her is just the same. She loves to jump and will try to drag you around a course, going for every long distance she can find, if you let her. Jumping her is truly about sitting deep, and reminding her that you are the brain the operation. If you don't do this, get ready to gallop through lines and take non-existant long spots. A big issue with Sicily is that she is a tad bit spooky. She is the type who puts a monster in every corner, under every jump, and in every shadow. After a spook she is not one you can easily calm down, she will be on edge for the rest of the ride. This makes showing her very difficult, new surroundings, bunch of noise, and so on. She has a tendency to spook at the buzzers that go off before and after jumper courses. Although she has her flaws, she is a very talented young mare with a bright future. Once you click with her she is trusting and would jump the mood for you.
Strengths and Weakness:
Has energy > Good at Jumping > Goes off the leg really well > Strength > Power > Speed
Hard in the mouth < Collection < Bucks < Rears < Spooky < Stubborn
Looks: x
Rider: ---
Show Name: Ophelia
Barn Name: Ophelia
Nicknames: Princess, Pretty princess, Lady, Princess Lia, Madam
Age: Eight
Gender: Mare - Female
Height: Sixteen Point Three
Color: Grey
Markings: Star, four stockings
Breed: Dutch Warmblood
Overview: Ophelia is kind of the princess of the barn. Where the other mares in the program are hot headed and can be hot tempered, Ophelia is quite the opposite. She is calm with a very laid back attitude, she is a tad bit spoiled though. Spoiled in the since that she is a pampered princess. She kind of thinks she is the queen of the barn thanks too that. Ophelia believes she is off the up most importance and needs to be the first to do everything and likes to see everything that goes on around her. If other horses leave the barn to go for a ride or to the pasture Ophelia is always conscerned she is being left out of something and will whinny up a storm, pacing in her stall. If the barn is quite or if she has already been ridden or turned out, she will be sleeping in her stall. If a neighbor is getting a treat and she is not, she will pace up and down the front of her stall and whicker up a storm until she receives attention or a the treat. She is very concerned about getting her attention, but at other times she is relaxed. When she first goes somewhere, weather it is the first time in her life or first time that day, she always likes to look around. If it is a knew place she will always let out a big throaty whinny before she settles. Under saddle is a bit different, her laid back side deffinatly showing even more. She is relaxed and a good mover with the proper rider. She requires someone with a soft hand yet a strong and effective leg; although if someone claps it on she will not appericate you that much. She is soft and easy in the mouth, a little bit of hand and playing around with the bit and she will frame up. Get rough with the hand, and don't release her mouth after she does something you want, she will get really stiff and refuse to do what you want. The more you pull, the more she pulls back and fights you. When it comes to moving off your leg, she is sluggish. Hold it in the right spot and use it, she will engage off of it, lift herself up and use her stride, but if you let it slip out of place or don't have a strong leg -or know how to use your leg- she will pretty much refuse to budge and go around with a pace close to the pace of a western pleasure quarter horse. She is definnitly a leg work out. If you frame her up and don't use your leg, she will root with you. With Ophelia it is truly about ratio. You have to find the right pairing of leg and hand to get her to move like she can. Once you figure that out, she will do what you want to do. Now jumping her is fun. She likes jumping and has good form. Riding her over fences is worry free, it is like flatting but just with hurdles in the way. Find your pace and rythm and everything else will come. She is easy to find the distance with, easy to shorten and open up with, you just have to ride to jumps with her like you flat her. Ophelia is a fun ride once you figure out how, but definatly a work out for your leg.
Strengths and Weakness;
good jumper > flying changes > framing > fairly good ground manners
falls in at corners < a bit lazy, requires a lot of leg < engaging < downward transitions
Looks: x
Rider: ---
Show Name: Belle Rose
Barn Name: Belle
Nicknames: Bella-Ella, Sweet Girl, Sugar, Sweetheart, Bellers, Bell
Age: Seven
Gender: Mare - Female
Height: Sixteen Point One
Color: Fleabitten Grey [Used to be bay]
Markings: Snip, Faded Star
Breed: Dutch Warmblood
Overview: Belle has the nickname Sweet Girl for a reason, she is a sweet girl filled with sugar and spice and everything nice. Meeting a more laid back and quite mare then Belle is pretty much impossible. Upon meeting her it would be almost impossible to know she is a mare. You would think she is some sweet old school master thoroughbred who carts kids around all day be her personality. She is not though, just a sweet young horse with a heart of gold. She is polite and respects peoples space, you would never find this girl pushing people around or fighting in the pasture. In fact, we don't think we have ever seen her pin her ears. She doesn't kick, doesn't bite, just a solid sweetheart. In the cross ties she is always steady, she loads, clips, and arrives at shows with out flinching. Under saddle she is the softest thing you could ever find. A little bit of leg and she will move off of it like you are brushing it against her, a little hand and she will collect. She will go in a simple loose ring or d-ring snaffle, her mouth is like butter. You can't cross your aids on her. You have to clearly leave behind the old aid [such as your leg] before applying the other [maybe it is your hand]. If you cross them she will get confused and ether ignore you all together or balk. She has a good foundation even though she is a little green. Jumping her is interesting because she is green. A rider really needs to make sure they support her through everything. She has all the basics and is good at applying things when they are broken down by themselves, but mixing them is not her strong point. Lets say you are taking a jump, and then you want a roll back to the other fence, she will give you the roll back but it will most likely be rushed. You have to make sure you support her all the way through it and tell her exactly what you want and when you want it. This is what makes jumping a course on her very hard. You have to work with her and remind her about things, much like a parent nagging a kid to empty the dishwasher, clean their room, and so on. Once you tell her she will get it and do it, but you have to remind her. This is just a little green thing in her, with time and correct riding she will work it out. Other then that she is a joy, very brave [like super brave], very loyal, very forgiving, and too top it all off, very scopey. Riding her is a mental challenge, but a fun one.
Strengths and Weakness:
Good Heart > Scopey > Flat work is an a plus > Has lead changes > Solid and pretty bomb proof
Piecing things together < Needs direct commands that are clear and concise < Need to be reminded to do things
Looks: xx
Rider: ---
Show name: Elixer
Barn name: Eli
Nicknames: Chubs, Chubby, Chub-Chub
Age: Seven
Gender: Gelding - Male
Height: Fifth-Teen Point Three
Color: Bay
Markings: Snip and an irregular stripe, one sock on back right
Breed: Belgian Warmblood
Overview: Eli is called chubs or chubby around the barn for a reason. He is not chubby at all, but just a little on the lazy side with a lacidazical attitude around the barn. The laid back gelding in his stall, munching his hay net with his ears out to the side, casually swishing at flies, or the gelding falling asleep in the cross ties. Those two are both Eli. He is the type of horse that who likes the mosey around and drag his feet around, that is until he sees a bucket of grain or food. He is always one of the most eager horses to come in when he knows there is food, or the loudest when hay and grain is being dropped. In the arena he is lazy though, a horse that needs a lot of leg to get going and into his gait. He has a nice huntery stride with big expressive movement, but you have to work it out of him or else it will sit as wasted potinal. Jumping with him can be hard. First few jumps he is always sharp on, ready to go and a pro about it, but after that he goes down hill. He will get lazy and try to chip in, leaving the rider to put the leg on and get the pace. Give him an excuse and he will take it. Drop your eye, he will refuse. Sit to deep, refuse or add. Jump ahead, refuse. Don't block with your inside leg, he will drift out. Other then that he is a good horse, ride him correctly and he will jump for you. Another thing about him is distances are deceiving, if you look and see a 'perfect' it is probably going to end up a chip or a little short, if you look and see a long it will probably work out perfect, he is a horse you have to train your eye too. He is definnitly a horse you have to adjust too. Not someone you would want to get as a catch ride at show, although at shows he is different. At shows he really picks up off the excitiment, and like most horses, he gets exicted and fresh. In the show ring, you don't have to work his stride out of him as much, it becomes more showy and alive by just being there. He will open up at the canter and trot, becoming a hack winner. His stride in over fences carries more ground and he does not look for as many excuses. He is sometimes so 'up' that you have too lunge him around to get his jitters out, a complete one-eighty from what he is like at home. While he is more awake at shows, you still have to ride your best on Eli.
Pros and Cons:
Expressive gaits > Good ground manners > Pretty 'bomb proof' > Good jumping technique > Well trained > Good lead changes
Lazy < Takes a lot of leg < Likes to be on his forehand and drag his feet < Can't stretch to make a long distance work out well
Looks: xxxx
Rider: ---
Show name: Monte Carlo
Barn name: Monte
Nicknames: Baby, Mo-Mo, Mont, Monters
Age: Five
Gender: Gelding - Male
Height: Sixteen Point Two
Color: Bay
Markings: Star, four socks
Breed: Dutch Warmblood
Overview: Monte is kind of a baby pure and simple. He is an unsure, nervous horse who likes to thoroughly investigate things before deeming if they are safe or not. If he walks into his stall and his water bucket is on the ground instead of its usual place on the wall, he will sometimes refuse to enter the stall until the water bucket is back up. If a new jump is put in the arena, he will spook at it. If something scares him he will not be afraid to tell you. Taking him to shows is no cakewalk because new surroundings equals 'a Monte meltdown'. Although he is approaching the end of his 'its okay to be a baby' years, it does not look like this goofy dork is going to mature anytime soon. He is not the brightest crayon in the coloring box per say. Despite his baby antics and spookiness, Monte is a good horse. He is great when it comes to flat work, can go through the paces with ease, although he tends to be a little 'up'. His stride is ground covering, with a showy stride in every gait. He gets excited in the canter and will try to go faster if you let him. He tends to get off balance around turns and you have to step out a little more then normal to support him. This guy is an eager jumper. It is his job and he loves every second of it, until he thinks there is something scary about it of course. He will try to pull you to the jumps if you are not careful, and it is your job to sit back and tell him to chill out and wait. Monte likes to go for the long distance, so be careful. Even if it is not there, he might try to take off early and make it there. Although Monte might not be the smartest or bravest guy in the world, he has a heart of gold and a good attitude. Support him, show him things are okay, and offer him bravery and he will make you a great little partner.
Pros and Cons:
A great jumper > Always eager > Moves off the leg well > Loves his job > Honest > Scopey
Falls in on his left lead < chasing down fences < likes to take fliers < a little too 'up' at times < lead changes < spooky
Looks: xxx
Rider: ---
Show Name: Skyfall
Barn Name: Skyler
Nicknames: Sky, Sky-Sky, Dude
Age: Eight
Gender: Gelding - Male
Height: Sixteen Point Three
Color: Bay
Markings: Irregular blaze, four socks
Breed: Dutch Warmblood
Overview: Skyler is a cool dude, total trooper. he is professional and calm, Always trusty and not one to spook over senseless things, although not completely bombproof. Sky is known to have little meltdowns from time to time when things get too 'confusing' or too 'hard'. Although he is mature, his mind is still young in a sense. this gelding needs a rider who gives clean, clear, concise directions or else he will get a little confused and then upset when he does not understand. Unclear directions are what he hates, this horse is very in tuned into every thing you are doing. If you round your back and sit to deep coming into a jump, he will get confused and think you want to add so he will add. Chase him forward with your hands and he will lengthen out. Drop your eye and he will chip in or refuse it. Use too much leg and he will gallop around. Get too much in his mouth and he will slow down. While his sensitivity can be annoying, it is also nice. You don't have to worry about chasing him forward with your leg or working to hard to get him to collect. Overall he is a solid horse who just needs an advanced rider to tie together his loose ends and help him out when he gets stuck. He has a good jump with plenty of scope, leaving room to spare, and even when he is jumping something that is high for him, he has great technique that helps him clear it. Long, ground covering stride with a smooth trot and a rocking horse canter. He has a dressage foundation as well. If that is not enough for you, it helps that the gelding is drop dead gorgeous. Skyler is a good horse, but has flaws. Don't get on him expecting an easy ride, he will make you think even with his laid back temperament.
Pros and Cons:
Sweet Boy > Brave > A go-getter > Dressage > Jumping > Collects > Stamina > Speed > Comes back easily
Hates Farriers and Vets < Does not like to be hosed off < Hesitant about water jumps < Spooky in unknown places
Looks: xxx
Rider: ---
Show name: Apollo 9
Barn name: Apollo
Nicknames: Boss, 'Pollo, Big Guns, Sir, Mister, Mr. Sour Pants
Age: Nine
Gender: Gelding - Male
Height: Seventeen Point Zero
Color: Black
Markings: Star, one cornet band on the left hind, small sock on the right hind
Breed: Dutch Warmblood
Overview: A fussy know it all, that is what Apollo is. This gelding is convinced that he knows everything he needs to know and hates it when people tell him different, and I mean hates it. A rider who gets on him and tries to boss him around is going to end up off this handsome but stubborn black geldings back and onto the ground before you can say 'pony'. On the ground he can be a bit nasty. He is girthy and is not afraid to let it be none. When you approach him, he will pin his ears back and have this sour expression on his face, but is just an act. Give him a mint and he will flick his ears forward. It is once you get him under the saddle that he gets as moody as a mare. When you ask him to collect and frame up, he will oblige if you ask nicely and correctly, but his ears will flick back and stay back unless he is focusing on something in front of him. He pins his ears flat against his neck through upwards and downwards transitions. Sometimes he will kick out or buck through transitions, buck after fences. The only time he will flick his ears up is when he is jumping. This gelding loves to jump. Jumping is forte. He has solid technique with tons of scope to rock over fences. What makes Apollo a hard ride is not the fact that he is a green horse [he is not, quite the opposite], it is not that he doesn't listen [he does, sometimes], it is the fact that he thinks he knows best and hates it when people are telling him what to do or telling him incorrectly. Apollo's pet peeve is being asked to do something incorrectly or too much. He has tons of buttons, but press them the wrong way or too hard will end up with you on the ground from time to time. Apollo is the type of horse that less is more with. You tell him what you want and then you let him do it. You don't go trying to coach him through it, nor do you just sit there. You support him and let him do his job. Don't boss him around, don't sit there like a sack of potatoes, you ride him but with out being overbearing. Like if you are jumping him, set up for the fence ahead, don't go reminding him of his job to pick his feet up. Set up, go with your distance -don't let him change it for you because he wants to do something different-, don't change your plan unless you have too, and Apollo will jump it for you. Over the air, don't do anything crazy, just let him jump up to you, and stay out of his way, he is a perfect ride if you do that. Light seat, light hands, easy legs, and don’t go fighting him. Apollo will always win when it comes to clashing head on, and you will end up on the ground. He is a stubborn horse. He takes some figuring out, but once you do you can unlock some serious talent.
Pros and Cons:
Knows his job > Jumping > Flat Work > Bold Attitude > Collection > Brave > Not Silly
Bits and kicks < Bucks < Head Strong < Undependable < Sassy < Gets Bored < Grumpy
Looks: x
rider; ---
Show Name: Carpe Diem
Barn Name: Piranha
Nicknames: Mare, Monster, Fishy, The Piranha
Age: Seven
Gender: Mare - Female
Height: Sixteen Point Two
Color: Bay
Markings: Star
Breed: Dutch Warmblood
Overview: The piranha, as she is called around the barn has certainly earned her name. The nastiest horse in the barn next to Apollo when it comes to attitude. This mare takes the word 'mare' to a whole new meaning, she is bossy, moody, bites, kicks, barges, and so on. You can't tack her up anywhere but in the cross ties or she will squish up against the wall, kick you, or bit you. Holding her his a pain for she will constantly try to bite you and will refuse to stand still. Tacking her is a whole new level of bad ground manners. She will constantly try to turn around and take a bit out of you, and is supper girthy. As soon as you manage to get the saddle on her she will try to turn around and bite you. You often have to have someone else holding her head as you put the girth on. This does not keep her from trying to kick you. The best way to discipline her is to show her you are not going to be bossed around and to shove her right back, although you have to remember you are going up against a mare that ways one ton and does not really care if she hurts you. Once you get on her, the roller coaster has just begun. Although she is a jumper [although she shows in eq in hunters] she is slow in the beginning. She takes a lot of leg to get going, usually requiring some spurs since smacking her with a crop a lot is not a very good idea [she will buck you off in a heart beat]. Once you wake her up though, she moves and moves fast. Although she is not a very sensitive horse and has been known to run right through riders aids and then randomly stop. This mare has her own agenda. She is also a bit rooter. At the canter she has a tenedency to hop around and try to scare her rider's leg off with bunny hops and cow kicks, but you have to keep her leg on if you want her to keep going. Jumping her is pretty much the same as flatting, leg, leg, leg, leg, hand, hand, hand, hand. Drop your eyes and she will dump your pretty little butt into the ground. She is not a horse you want to bury at a fence, for she will not take the jump. She also does not believe she is capable of long distances. Once she is the air, she is good, just stay out of her way or she will get upset upon landing. Riding a course on her is mostly about making sure she stays constent. If you let her run through your hand, you will go galloping around. Take your leg off and she will stop. Get her to an okay distance and she will jump. Ask for a lead change and she will give it you, sometimes with a buck. Riding her is about getting used to her mood swings and managing them. She is no easy ride, so never expect one on her. The good news is that she is the exactly the same at shows. Figure her out, show her who is boss, and you will have a great horse under you. A talented horse at that.
Strengths and Weakness:
Educated > Stamina > Brave > Powerful > Lead Changes > Jumping Technique > Speed > Ballanced > Good at flat
Snappy < Moody < Would like to do things only when she wants to do it < Bites < Kicks < Barges < Roots < Bucks
Looks: xxx
Rider: ---
Show Name: Baba-Bing
Barn Name: Sicily
Nicknames: Silly, Crazy, Sissy
Age: Seven
Gender: Mare - Female
Height: Sixteen Point Two
Color: Chestnut
Markings: Blaze, four socks
Breed: Dutch Warmblood
Overview: Sicily, as her chestnut coloring seems to suggest, has one hot personality. She is a very 'up' horse and always on edge. In her stall she tends to be very alert, always has her ears pricked and flicking around. She is very high strung and very active. Sicily is the type of horse with endless energy. She is a horse that needs to be worked regularly and fairly heavily to keep her happy and from getting to fresh. You can't keep her in her stall for to long or she will start to pace, so she spends most of her time outdoors. When she is inside she is always vocal you walk into the barn, she will typically whinny a hello. When their is grain being dropped she is always voicing herself. In the ring she will be whinnying to other horses in the pasture and in the barn. It is not a little small whinny, it is a loud, vocal, and shrill one. Her whinnying habit along with being antsy in her stall are just the start of her high strung nature. In the cross ties she is very ansty, always dancing around. It is the same when she is always on the lead rope. She is always looking around and on her toes, meaning that her handler has to be on their toes as well. She always has to be lunged before she is ridden, she is not the horse you just hop onto, she takes perp work. Well, you could just get on but it would most likely end up in a horrible ride. She is a horse filled with bucks, rears, and bolts. She can be one hard horse to ride. Riding her takes a strong ride with a firm but gentle hand, with good balance, and everlasting patience. A good example of this is when your asking her to halt from the canter, you have to give her a small release, sit deep, then ask for the halt, as you anchor your self. She is not a horse who will halt when her rider pulls her in the mouth to whole time, this will resulting in her going faster and countering by pulling back. She is the type of horse who would love to gallop through life and never walk. With the smallest bit of leg and she is off like a gun. A rider needs to be strong in order to keep her from pulling her or she around around, but at the same time quite. Anything sudden will cause her to overreact. Jumping her is just the same. She loves to jump and will try to drag you around a course, going for every long distance she can find, if you let her. Jumping her is truly about sitting deep, and reminding her that you are the brain the operation. If you don't do this, get ready to gallop through lines and take non-existant long spots. A big issue with Sicily is that she is a tad bit spooky. She is the type who puts a monster in every corner, under every jump, and in every shadow. After a spook she is not one you can easily calm down, she will be on edge for the rest of the ride. This makes showing her very difficult, new surroundings, bunch of noise, and so on. She has a tendency to spook at the buzzers that go off before and after jumper courses. Although she has her flaws, she is a very talented young mare with a bright future. Once you click with her she is trusting and would jump the mood for you.
Strengths and Weakness:
Has energy > Good at Jumping > Goes off the leg really well > Strength > Power > Speed
Hard in the mouth < Collection < Bucks < Rears < Spooky < Stubborn
Looks: x
Rider: ---
Show Name: Ophelia
Barn Name: Ophelia
Nicknames: Princess, Pretty princess, Lady, Princess Lia, Madam
Age: Eight
Gender: Mare - Female
Height: Sixteen Point Three
Color: Grey
Markings: Star, four stockings
Breed: Dutch Warmblood
Overview: Ophelia is kind of the princess of the barn. Where the other mares in the program are hot headed and can be hot tempered, Ophelia is quite the opposite. She is calm with a very laid back attitude, she is a tad bit spoiled though. Spoiled in the since that she is a pampered princess. She kind of thinks she is the queen of the barn thanks too that. Ophelia believes she is off the up most importance and needs to be the first to do everything and likes to see everything that goes on around her. If other horses leave the barn to go for a ride or to the pasture Ophelia is always conscerned she is being left out of something and will whinny up a storm, pacing in her stall. If the barn is quite or if she has already been ridden or turned out, she will be sleeping in her stall. If a neighbor is getting a treat and she is not, she will pace up and down the front of her stall and whicker up a storm until she receives attention or a the treat. She is very concerned about getting her attention, but at other times she is relaxed. When she first goes somewhere, weather it is the first time in her life or first time that day, she always likes to look around. If it is a knew place she will always let out a big throaty whinny before she settles. Under saddle is a bit different, her laid back side deffinatly showing even more. She is relaxed and a good mover with the proper rider. She requires someone with a soft hand yet a strong and effective leg; although if someone claps it on she will not appericate you that much. She is soft and easy in the mouth, a little bit of hand and playing around with the bit and she will frame up. Get rough with the hand, and don't release her mouth after she does something you want, she will get really stiff and refuse to do what you want. The more you pull, the more she pulls back and fights you. When it comes to moving off your leg, she is sluggish. Hold it in the right spot and use it, she will engage off of it, lift herself up and use her stride, but if you let it slip out of place or don't have a strong leg -or know how to use your leg- she will pretty much refuse to budge and go around with a pace close to the pace of a western pleasure quarter horse. She is definnitly a leg work out. If you frame her up and don't use your leg, she will root with you. With Ophelia it is truly about ratio. You have to find the right pairing of leg and hand to get her to move like she can. Once you figure that out, she will do what you want to do. Now jumping her is fun. She likes jumping and has good form. Riding her over fences is worry free, it is like flatting but just with hurdles in the way. Find your pace and rythm and everything else will come. She is easy to find the distance with, easy to shorten and open up with, you just have to ride to jumps with her like you flat her. Ophelia is a fun ride once you figure out how, but definatly a work out for your leg.
Strengths and Weakness;
good jumper > flying changes > framing > fairly good ground manners
falls in at corners < a bit lazy, requires a lot of leg < engaging < downward transitions
Looks: x
Rider: ---
Show Name: Belle Rose
Barn Name: Belle
Nicknames: Bella-Ella, Sweet Girl, Sugar, Sweetheart, Bellers, Bell
Age: Seven
Gender: Mare - Female
Height: Sixteen Point One
Color: Fleabitten Grey [Used to be bay]
Markings: Snip, Faded Star
Breed: Dutch Warmblood
Overview: Belle has the nickname Sweet Girl for a reason, she is a sweet girl filled with sugar and spice and everything nice. Meeting a more laid back and quite mare then Belle is pretty much impossible. Upon meeting her it would be almost impossible to know she is a mare. You would think she is some sweet old school master thoroughbred who carts kids around all day be her personality. She is not though, just a sweet young horse with a heart of gold. She is polite and respects peoples space, you would never find this girl pushing people around or fighting in the pasture. In fact, we don't think we have ever seen her pin her ears. She doesn't kick, doesn't bite, just a solid sweetheart. In the cross ties she is always steady, she loads, clips, and arrives at shows with out flinching. Under saddle she is the softest thing you could ever find. A little bit of leg and she will move off of it like you are brushing it against her, a little hand and she will collect. She will go in a simple loose ring or d-ring snaffle, her mouth is like butter. You can't cross your aids on her. You have to clearly leave behind the old aid [such as your leg] before applying the other [maybe it is your hand]. If you cross them she will get confused and ether ignore you all together or balk. She has a good foundation even though she is a little green. Jumping her is interesting because she is green. A rider really needs to make sure they support her through everything. She has all the basics and is good at applying things when they are broken down by themselves, but mixing them is not her strong point. Lets say you are taking a jump, and then you want a roll back to the other fence, she will give you the roll back but it will most likely be rushed. You have to make sure you support her all the way through it and tell her exactly what you want and when you want it. This is what makes jumping a course on her very hard. You have to work with her and remind her about things, much like a parent nagging a kid to empty the dishwasher, clean their room, and so on. Once you tell her she will get it and do it, but you have to remind her. This is just a little green thing in her, with time and correct riding she will work it out. Other then that she is a joy, very brave [like super brave], very loyal, very forgiving, and too top it all off, very scopey. Riding her is a mental challenge, but a fun one.
Strengths and Weakness:
Good Heart > Scopey > Flat work is an a plus > Has lead changes > Solid and pretty bomb proof
Piecing things together < Needs direct commands that are clear and concise < Need to be reminded to do things
Looks: xx
Rider: ---
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Re: J o u r n e y • The Riders
by simply, » Thu Dec 20, 2012 1:44 pm
The riders in the Blairefield Stable's program consist of eight talented juniors from all walks of life, four boys and four girls inbetween the ages of sixteen and eighteen. This kids are the cream of the crop, the best of the best, the best and brightest of the juniors from all around the country. They are talented individuals with the same drive to do their best, love for horses, determination to succeed. They are the same in many ways, but also cut from a very different fabric. Some come from rich backgrounds and have always had a string of horses to pull from, along with good trainers, next to talent that has been cultivated and groomed; others comes from less glamorous backgrounds where they have had to work they're way up against adversity and limited opportunities. Weather from rich or poor background, these eight are worthy.
The Girls
Kaylee Victoria Anderson | Seventeen | Me
Peyton May Smith | Eighteen | HolliBerriShamrock
Tia Faith Harris | Seventeen | HolliBerriShamrock
Tessa Paige Komorner| Seventeen | WalkingDisaster
Kaylee Victoria Anderson | Seventeen | Me
Peyton May Smith | Eighteen | HolliBerriShamrock
Tia Faith Harris | Seventeen | HolliBerriShamrock
Tessa Paige Komorner| Seventeen | WalkingDisaster
The Boys
Samuel Robert Cross | Eighteen | toujours.
Casey Scott Evans | Eighteen | WalkingDisaster
Tyler Carter Webster | Eighteen | Me
Sean Mason Hunter | Eighteen | west ,
Samuel Robert Cross | Eighteen | toujours.
Casey Scott Evans | Eighteen | WalkingDisaster
Tyler Carter Webster | Eighteen | Me
Sean Mason Hunter | Eighteen | west ,
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Re: J o u r n e y • N o P o s t i n g
by simply, » Thu Dec 20, 2012 1:45 pm
I'M GONNA PICK UP THE PIECES, AND BUILD A LEGO HOUSE
{ Hello, all. I am Kaylee Victoria Anderson, but people just call me Kaylee or Kay. Kaylee which has Gaelic origin, means "slender". My mom wanted to name me that, but my dad wanted to name me something more 'sophisticated' like Victoria. They finally settled on having my first name be Kaylee and my middle being Victoria, which means victory by the way. I was born in West Palm, Florida on hot June day seventeen years ago.
I have a younger sister, Emmy -short for Emmaline [my dad got to name her]-, who is a nine year old brat; two loving parents, Kate and Michell -or Mom and Dad to me; a two year old yellow labrador named Tucker; a cat -well my sister's cat- named Mittens; and my seven year old bay dutch warmblood mare, Ad Astra or Nasa as we call her around the barn. I love Tito, Textbook Perfect is his show name, my trainer's jumper prospect, who is my project horse in away. I love the colors blue, green, and grey. My favorite food is anything chocolate based. I dislike coffee, prefer tea. I love the ocean, the beach, animals [of all shapes and sizes], the barn, the sun, thunderstorms, reading, running, singing, horses, swimming, kayaking, surfing, traveling, and just enjoying life. Just a warning, I am a neat freak and a perfectionist all wrapped into one splendid spastic blonde package, if I might say so.
WHEN THINGS GO WRONG WE CAN KNOCK IT DOWN
{ I fear I don't have that much of the life outside of the saddle or that many achievements out of the riding world, so my history is nothing huge. I am only seventeen, so I have no crazy love stories or wild experiences to pull from, so this may seem kind of bland. Sorry if I bore you, it is not my intention.
I was born on a sunny -how many days in Florida are not sunny at some point- hot -again, Florida we are talking about. The date was June 14, 1995, putting me seventeen days before my due date. Apparently I could not wait to get into the world. My mother, an eccentric kindergarten teacher, said so at least. I was healthy and left the hospital the next morning to go live in the condo my parent's lived in. My parents were not overflowing with money, my mom working with kids all day teaching them how to finger paint and stuff while my dad taught high school students history. Both of them worked at public schools so their salary was nothing huge. They still managed to spoil me and dot on me like a princess. I was their baby girl, their first born, their world. That is how it should be though.
My first word was 'ma', although I never was partial to ether of my parents. My mom a scattered brained, crazy, fun loving, hyper, eccentric, always moving, impulsive, beautiful, smart, strong, and independent women I look up to. She is loving beyond belief, although she can smoother you and I dislike how disorganized she is. My father is my mom's rock, calm, level minded, knowledge loving, thoughtful, organized, and intelligent man who has a soft spot for me, my mom, and my sister. He is the one I come to with my problems who is always there to listen and gives thoughtful advice. He is my dad and I take after him in being a neat freak, although I am more like my mother when it comes to my energy level. They both love me the same, so I love them the same.
When I was two, I started preschool, where it was quickly discovered that I was a little social butterfly. I was a leader, not a follower and quite bubbly. At this age is when my love for horses started to show up. My bed was filled with horse stuffed animals, when ever we passed a farm with horses I was always going 'horse, horse, horse, horse'. Although it was probably more like 'howrsie'. When I turned three it got worse, I started drawing horses and got more obsessed. My parents thought it was a passing phase, but by my fifth birthday it was clear it was not so they went to a local stable and talked about getting me lessons. A little while later, I started riding.
It started out on a little appaloosa pony cross as just a passing thing, I was already into ballet and took classes twice a week along with swimming lessons and rec soccer, not to mention school. Once a week lessons turned into twice a week, after my lessons I would sit and watch older girls ride, I started to show interest in showing, and so on. After that it turned into dropping ballet and going to shows. By the next year I was out of soccer and just riding. From there it just took off. My friends at school were still into the things I had left behind and at the time the fact I rode ponies was cool, but also slightly strange to some of them. At the time every little girl wanted a pony and there was some jealousy stirring around. By the time I was seven I was not interacting with my peers like I used to be. I was a little bit of an outcast, the girl who rode horses, the girl who was horse crazy. When other people went to birthday parties, I would not go. I would be at some horse show, or have ponies to ride, or something of the sort. I never went on play dates, or had people over because I was riding three ponies at the least after every day of school. My peers did not get why I couldn't do stuff with them, or be 'normal' per say, so they slowly pulled back. By the time I reached the age of ten I was having a rough time with it. I was a really social person and did not get why people did not like me. I found a way out when I turned eight.
The late summer after I turned eight, my mother had another baby. This was my baby sister Emmaline Rose Anderson, although every one calls her Emmy. My mother took a three year long maternity leave, saying she wanted to be a more hands on mother. I jumped on that, begging, pleading to be home schooled, my trainers helping by saying that I could spend my free time at the stable and that it would help out with my showing. My mom relented, so she started teaching me. I rode more, got more friends at the barn, and was happy.
At eleven year old, I got my first pony. I was constantly going back and forth in-between the barn I kept my pony at and the barn I rode at. The running joke was that I should move out of the house and into a horse stall. The first time someone said that, I jumped at it agreeing, but was disappointed to find out it was only a joke. I loved my pony and was very happy with my life. I had a little sister I loved, family who loved me, a pony of my own, and tons of other ponies to ride.
When I turned fourteen, I got the biggest scare of my life. My mother had cancer. I was beyond alarmed and saddened, frankly terrified. We sold my ponies then as my mother had the canter removed, went through radiation, and then chemo. I spent more time at home for a little while, trying to help out, but eventually ended up throwing myself into my ridding even more as an escape. When I was riding I did not have to worry about my mom and if she was going to survive, I only had to focus on the horse underneath me. I was therefor her as much as I could be at the same time. My mom is strong though and she beat the cancer and we declared free of it by my fifth-teenth birthday. A year later I won the ASPCA Maclay Finals, the best thing besides winning something that had been my goal and dream ever since I was in the pony ring was that my mom was there to watch me. The fact that she was there to be proud of me made things ten times better. When I got that medal around my neck I had started sobbing and did not stop until a couple hours later. I was so happy.
After that, I moved barns and got my mare Nasa. She is a dark bay dutch warmblood who is a jumper through and through. We got her as a cheap steal, three thousand dollars thanks to the fact she would not lunge, not let anyone saddle her, bucked, was moody, sassy, and reared. We saw potenial in her though and have turned her from a crazed mare to a horse I showed in grand prix classes. To all of those wonders out there, I did not mention any boys in my history because they only boys in my life have been geldings. I have not gone on a date, been kissed, or anything of the sort. I have always thrown myself into riding, not boys. Thank you, very much.
MY THREE WORDS HAVE TWO MEANINGS, THERE IS ONLY ONE THING ON MY MIND
{ I started out riding when I turned five years old. It all started at a little ‘up down’ barn by the name of Saddle Creek Farms, with one lesson a week on an Appaloosa Shetland pony cross named Cutie-Pie. My mom still has pictures of me on the fluffy little chestnut varnish roan mare, a five year old me posed on her back with a bright blue plastic helmet, t-shirt with a pony on it, with a pair of black jodhpurs, pink half chaps, and black boots. At that young age being on or anywhere near a horse was all I needed, and I loved every second of it. Who knew what a huge part horses would play in my life? I started out as just a little girl in love with horses. You know the one who had twenty horse stuffed animals on her bed; the one who always checked horse books out of the library; the one who was always drawing interestingly proportioned horses with her crayon; the one who asked for a horse each Christmas, Birthday, and so on; the one how chased ponies down at the local fairs; begged for horse back riding lessons? That was me and still is me.
I started out just as a girl who loved the idea of horses and ponies and it turned into my whole life. From the very first moment I heard the word horse, I fell in love. From the very moment I sat astride Cutie-Pie in that little arena at that small little ‘down your lane’ barn, I had met my destiny in a sense. I went to my first show on Cutie-Pie in a walk trot class, to a walk trot canter, to cross rails at a trot, to short stirrups, and on. I switched barns when I turned seven, going to a local little show barn. That is when I really got into showing.
I road a little grey mare named Little Bo Peep, who was called Bo Peep around the barn. She was a 12.2 welsh pony mare with a cute little pony build, grayed out to the point she looked white with four white socks that showed pink when cleaned for shows and a blaze that went down her nose making it pink. She was sweet and a quite ride, a total doll. I loved riding her. She took me to my first ‘a’ show six months later. I was lucky enough to get my first tricolor for champion in small pony hunters. I guess you could say we rocked, but I like to think it was all her. She was a pony with a great expressive stride, a ten plus jump, and a relatively good model. At shows she turned on some serious star power and truly took care of me. She was the type of mare that was a total ‘do-gooder’ she took me around like a pro, snapping her knees up at every fence, giving smooth lead changes, strutting her stuff in the hack, too putting her ears forward in the model classes. All I had to do was ride constantly and tell her where I wanted to go. I never had to worry about a distance on that mare as long as I kept my leg on. She carried me to every fence, just like any good beginner pony should. I loved her for that. I rode Bo Peep for a month after that, until someone leased her for the year to be a pony final mount. I got moved onto a different horse.
His name was The Lorax, a small palomino welsh pony. He was flashy with his golden color, cream mane, and his two white socks. He was also fancy in size, but besides that he had tons of ability and natural talent. Next to Bo Peed he was a little green. His attitude was a whole lot more boisterous, but he was still a good pony. I think after I got him qualified for pony finals at my first show with him, did my trainers really start to use me to sell ponies. They convinced my mom to start bringing me to the barn each day, where I would ride five ponies a day, showing pretty much every other weekend. It was a lot to ask of a seven-year-old girl, but I loved it. I was having fun. I enjoyed being around the horses every day, and the showing. I guess I was your typical little pony girl. At that time, other trainers started to ask for catch rides from me. It started out as people asking if I could warm up a pony, show them in a class, but it took off from there. I was riding several people’s ponies at each show I went too, even some for some big name barns. I went to pony finals that year on Lorax, and two other ponies, coming back with over fences and hack winner pinned to The Lorax’s bridle. We also got second in model, giving us an overall win. The two other ponies showing equally as well.
When I turned nine, I switched barns again, to a big name show barn in my area. I kept on riding ponies, and winning. My pony years were really good to me, thanks to trainers who took notice in me and gave me opportunities. I went to pony finals every year on a good pony who I had brought through the show circuit and usually placed well, sometimes winning. The ponys were small, medium, large, green, seasoned, bay, grey, chestnut, black, roan, if my trainer threw me up on it, I rode it. I went to Devon in the pony ring, Harrisburg, WEF, Thermal, Washington, The Hampton Classic, and so many other places on the backs of some eager ponies and some who were reluctant about their job. I rode the crazy greens, slow greens, fast made, and I rode the calm made ones. Sometimes I would get told at a show I was riding a pony I had never been on before. I did not own or lease any of my rides, they were simply horses that my trainers were trying to sell and get millage on, so I was thrown up into the saddle. I got catch rides left and right once I got to a certain age.
When I turned eleven, I finally got something I had been wanting. My grandfather who had a few acres and lived close to us built a small little barn on year and my parents bought me a pony. When we first got him he was nothing to look at. A sun bleached coat, overgrown mane, ungroomed coat, four white socks, sun burnt blaze, hay belly, and so on. A little fourteen point two bay welsh by the name of Monkey bought dirt cheap at three hundred dollars. He had been a backyard pony for some girl who was no longer interested in horses. After a lot of work, I turned his muddy colored coat into a shinning bay, his sun bleached black mane was pulled and turned into a ebony black. His socks started to shine, his nose got rid of the angry color, his hay belly turned into muscle. He was a fine specimen of pony. A gleaming bay coat that rippled with muscles underneath. He had a hack-winning stride that made judges droll. He had a jump that was filled with bascule and marvelous technique. He modeled perfectly, and if that was not enough he had a heart of gold, that is after we got do retraining. He was certainly a diamond in the rough, I just cut him out a bit and polished him up. Changing him from the scruffy smart alec of a pony named Monkey to a show horse with a shinning coat and rippling muscles by the show name of 'I spy'. He was still a smart alec though.
For the longest of time, he was a little hard to ride. He was silly at home, very silly about everything. It is not that he had malice intent, he was just very looky. He would constantly want to turn his nose out and look out the arena, and if he managed to do so he would spook. He was spacey and had what would considered ADHD in a human. You could be cantering him around and he would forget to mind his feet and trip over his hooves. When jumping him, he once totally forgot he was jumping and to unfold, ending in him landing on his knees and me falling down his shoulder. He would throw goofy bucks, root, and so many other things that ended up with me falling off. In the beginning, each time I got on him I ended up in the dirt, but I always got back on. He was living up to the name Monkey. It was frustrating at times, but after a lot of work, I had him in the show ring. We were unstoppable, and the best part of it was that he was mine. The bond we shared was a bond I had not had with any other pony. After winning pony finals on him, I got another pony as well. A chestnut mare by the show name of ‘Tainted Love’ and the barn name of Piper.
At fourteen point one hands she was an explosive little thing with tons of energy and personality to spare. She was fiery beyond belief. Riding Piper was like driving a sports car. She was fast, sensitive, agile, and everything that made a good jumper. Where Monkey was silly and goofy, she was serious. Even at home, all she wanted to do was her job. She loved her job. The second she walked into the arena, her ears would prick up and her game face would come. At shows she was just the same. Piper is where I got my love for jumpers. After showing her along with Monkey until the age of fourteen, I had to sell them both. I had outgrown ponies and putting them out lease was not an option. I wanted to move up and I knew that I could not own ponies anymore. I sold them both, Monkey to a girl and Piper to a trainer. The money went into college funds.
After that my trainer pushed me into big eq. She put me on an Dutch warmblood gelding, Masquerade. He was called Pongo around the barn. He was my big eq horse and quite good at it, although he could be a little rough around the edges. I showed him until I turned sixteen, that year I reached one of the biggest achievements of my riding career so far. The year I turned sixteen I won the Maclay on him, as well as the USET and placed second in the Pessoa.
After that win, it was off Pongo and onto an Oldenburg gelding named Schmitt. An attractive grey at sixteen point two hands with a sweet disposition. He was green though. My trainers motive for having me on him was quite clear. She wanted me to show him and sell him like I had down with her ponies, hunter horses, and a few jumpers. Schmitt was not an easy ride at all. He was sensitive, funky, spooky, and certifiably crazy. He was green, he was fussy, he was temperamental, and an overall loose cannon. Riding him was like trying to control a locomotive with no breaks. How do you control a locomotive that has no breaks? You really don’t.
We finally got him going well at home, and took him to his first show with me, entering in a little baby green three foot class for him to get some experience. In short, it was a disaster. He took a flyer to a fence, landing short and in the middle of a jump, causing him to roll with me. It was probably the scariest moment of my life to have a horse land and then start to fall with you. It proved to be one of my worst falls. I broke two ribs and fractured my arm, the bone jutting out of my skin. I still have a scare from it. Coming back, I realized I was no longer comfortable with my trainer and decided to leave her for a different barn. I went to Sea Breeze Stables and started riding and working with Sarah Relynn. She took me on as a working student supporting me and teaching me the ropes at her small hunter jumper barn in Wellington. She has taught my so much in such a short amount of time and has helped me find Nasa. Nasa is my jumper mare who went from being a wild mess to the skilled grand prix jumper she is now, thanks to the help of Sarah. Working with her, Sarah, has been the best thing to happen to me, next to getting into the Blairefield Stable’s program.
AND IT'S DARK IN A COLD DECEMBER, BUT I'VE GOT YA TO KEEP ME WARM
{ This is a hard one for me, nailing down my personality, but I'll try to do it with to much bias. First off I am a perfectionist, through and through. I may be loud and crazy, but I likes to be neat and perfect weather it is directed at myself, at my surroundings, or other things. I have to have my grades perfect [straight 'a' student], my room is always clean and organized, and so on. The biggest area I will really pressure myself to be perfect is in my riding. I guess it is an add on of having been a working student for most of my life and having only owned several horses and ponies who were all projects to be trained, showed, and sold, that has led me to pressure myself to be perfect. I was always riding other peoples horses or ponies my parents spent a lot of their money on so screwing up was so not okay. In the hunter rings I started out in, I was focusing on finding those perfect distances, trying to get those perfect rides at a young age. From there I moved into equitation, which I found even more intense then hunters. In equitation I was always trying to hold myself perfectly, for that is what you needed to do in order to win. I would and still do drive myself virtually insane to achieve perfection off and on a horse. Past my endless pursuit to achieve this perfection, I am quite crazy.
When I am in a new place with new people, I am not shy. I think it comes from riding and being a working student, having to put myself out there and making opportunities for myself. I have learned through life that no one is going to hand me things on a silver platter and if I don't ask the answer is always no. This has led me to always put myself out there, push down my insecurities, shyness, and doubts to make sure I am seen. I am the one who is always greeting people, introducing myself, and just being a social butterfly, but this has served me well in life. It has helped me get places I want to go and get people to want to help me. I am not necessarily popular, but in no way am I a social outcast. At my old barns I had plenty of friends, closer to some then others but they were friends. Away from the horse crowd I tend to have a bit more of an issue making a connection. It is mainly because I am not as into the things that other people are into. I don't really care about the latest celebrity gossip, the latest fashions, how neon eye shadow is 'so 'in' right now', or about the latest high school parties. I find it superficial to care that much over things like that. The people who care about that stuff have never really been people I can stand to be around. The people who ask 'are you a cowgirl?' or 'are you a jockey?' when I say I ride horses. Now, I do have friends who don't ride, but only a handful and most of them aren't close friends.
Once I do open up around people, I am quite the spazz. In a good way, I swear. I am just enthusiastic, I guess. Enthusiastic about everything. I love to live. If someone is talking I will always listen and care. If I am doing something, I am typically doing it with my whole heart. I don't half do anything. I can be a little overbearing and I am to easily excited, but I don't really care that much. Some people say I have to much energy, laugh to much, smile to much, but that is just me. I like being me. I like laughing at dumb jokes, goofing off with my friends, smiling, and living. I like that I can have fun, laugh, live, and a be serious, hard working individual at the same exact time.
One of my downsides is that I can be a bit of a hot head towards people. I lash out with out really thinking of the effect it might have. I can be kind of like a car with no breaks when I am mad. Although a good thing about me is that it takes a lot to get my going. It is mainly when people hurt my friends or animals that I really get angry. I can take a lot of blows to myself before I react. I am almost always more patient with animals then I am with people. I can also be a bit of a worry-wort, something that comes with my energy, my mind is always racing.
I do calm down though and you can find me relaxed from time to time, usually with a book and always on a horse. When I am on a horse I calm down a lot and just relax. I am conscious of myself and the fact that what I am feeling is being channeled to the horse. I am always patient and more level heading in the tack, typically at my best. I can be a good friend, so don't let my attitude and big mouth scare you away.
I'M OUT OF TOUCH, I'M OUT OF LOVE, I'LL PICK YOU UP WHEN YOU'RE GETTING DOWN
{ My appearance? Uhg, this is going to be even harder to describe then my personality. I guess I could start off the the basics. I am a dirty blonde who stands at the fairly average height of five foot six inches. Nothing really unusual about that, huh? Kind of an average hair color with an average height, right? I weight one hundred and seventeen pounds, thanks to my very fine bone structure. I guess I am really lean. I always have been. I went through an awkward stage back in sixth grade when I had started to go through my growth spurts but did not have enough fat or muscle to help even it out. I am the right ratio now, I guess. My thighs have gotten more muscle thanks to running everyday, same goes with my arms. I have an olive complexion, but thanks to being a Florida native, I am tan. Sometimes a little too tan. I have a bad farmers, well tank top, tan from wearing tank tops when I ride, and my legs are the same way thanks to my breeches. I have a scar on the inside of my left hand from where my bone jabbed through my skin after it broke. I am right handed, I guess that is not an appearance feature, but something notable no the less. My ears are pierced. My face is kind of oval, I have a widow's peak. My eyes are blue, and I like them very much. They are not a light blue like some people have, but more dark with light hues. I guess one of my least favorite features is my nose, although I could to picture any other one on me. It has a bit of freckling over the top of it, but is is nothing that noticeable if your not standing close. My hair falls to the end of my shoulder blade and is slightly wavey. I guess I am objectively attractive, although I wish I looked a little more unique. I mean how many blonde haired blue eyed girls are out there? I feel like I am the standard idea of what is attractive, not some exotic beauty like I would like to be. Guys say I am 'hot', but I don't really want to be 'hot' and don't appreciate it or take it as a complement no matter who says it or if they had innocent intentions. I am okay with myself and respect my body, but don't go around thinking I am 'drop dead gorgeous'. I don't see that in myself. But, hey, we are our own worst critics.
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IT'S ALL THE SAME, ONLY THE NAMES WILL CHANGE
{ Hey, I am Tyler Carter Webster, but just call me Tyler or Ty. Let's see, the basic about me. Well, my name is Tyler, but we already established that. I was born eighteen years ago on October Seventeenth with my twin sister Samantha to Maria Webster and Johnathan Webster. I currently live with my mother, Maria, a horse farm owner and trainer; my step father, Martin Forbes, a professional show jumper and horse trainer; and my sister Samantha Ashlynn Webster, -who was born second by the way- she also rides horses, and my four year old half sister Cassidy Anne Forbes. That is just the human end of things, like I said I live on a horse farm. On our farm in Ocala, Florida we have three cats, four dogs, roughly twenty six horses and ponies, a pot belly big, a goat, and two bratty miniature ponies [I don't count them as regular horses and ponies because they was both demons straight out of hell, furies, harpies, the devil's furry pets.]. I guess you could say I live at a zoo, and it certainly feels like it at times. I 'own' [they are my mom's in paper, but I am the one who rides them, shows them, and owns them out of paper] three horses, Empress 'Phoebe' my jumper and equitation mare who is a bay holsteiner thoroughbred cross, SCF Viper C 'Viper' my grey dutch warmblood jumper gelding, Marlborough 'Neato' a chestnut holsteiner gelding that my mom is having me show in hunters. I ride a lot more horses then them, though. My favorite colors are blue and grey. If I was not a horseback rider I would probably be a soccer player. In my free time I like to play guitar, and hit on girls. Seriously, more guys should ride, it's where all the chicks are at.
I'D DRIVE ALL NIGHT JUST TO GET BACK HOME
{ Me and my sister were born in a hospital on a October day. I was born first and she followed second. We had a loving mother and father, Maria Webster our mother had just opened her new stable in Ocala as the trainer and rider, our father Jonathan Webster was not into the horses but was a rich business man who had fallen for my mother about two years before. They took us home the next day to the horse farm, I have grown up on. The young couple happy to have their 'family' completed with twins. Kind of an illusion though.
I was the annoying brat of a kid who ran around barefoot, getting into trouble and coming back with a big goofy smile. Oh, wait, I am still do that. I had a collection of insects and made it my life's mission to annoy Samantha -my sister-. I remember her constantly complaining, "Mommy!! Tyler got mud on me!", "Mommy!! Tyler found a frog put it on me!! Now I am going to get warts!" or "Mommy!! Tyler is being mean! Make him stop!!!" Jeez, she was a whinny kid. Maybe I was a bit over the top. Nah, those were the days.
I went to regular school up until the third grade. I was quite popular, if I might say so. At the time a lot of my peers thought I was a cowboy, the next best thing to the 'Lone Ranger' and I was not one to tell them any different. Little did they know that I did not wear long silver spurs, have a straw cowboy hat, a gun in my holster, and rode a half broke mustang. Instead I wore ties, polo shirts, jackets, with polished boots, and a helmet on a expensive show pony. What they didn't know didn't hurt them. When I became home schooled I started to ride and show a lot more, traveling more with my mom, her riders, and Sam. I was quite the ladies man. The junior girls thought I was cute since I was a little pony rider. They would tote me around shows, making jokes and teasing me. Sometimes one or two would jokingly introduce me as their 'boyfriend' or something along those lines, not that I minded. As I got older, I started to be the one who flirted more, but I was still just 'Little Tyler' to them a little kid who just hanged out around them. I soon learned that the sixteen year old girls were not interested in the twelve year old me, so I shifted my focus to the girls more my age. That was how I got my first girl friend.
I never really remember my dad being around much in my childhood. He was mostly gone on buisness trips, or some place like that. When he was home, he was the coolest dad ever in my book. When I turned eleven my dad stopped coming around. My mom and him had gotten a divorce after she discover he was having an affair. My mom is a proud, strong women so the second she found out, she ended their marriage. At first I was mad at my mom, because I did not understand. I thought my dad had divorced her or that she had pushed him away. After a while, I figured it out. I found out what had happened and that my dad did not want anything to do with me. It hurt at first, just like I knew it hurt her to do so, but it was for the best. Two years later met Martin.
Martin was a show jumper from the west coast who came over for FTI WEF [You know, big nine week horse festival in Palm Beach, Florida? Well, if you don't, it is a big big deal.] he met my mom when he was looking to buy a jumper prospect from us. They hit it off and after a year of dating they were married. A year later Cassidy was born. Cassidy is my favorite sister -don't tell Sam- she is a sweet little blonde headed joy with ringlet curls and a smile that can melt a heart of stone. She is much less annoying then Samantha, Casey is a giggle box who can be shy and quite. I love both of my sisters, but Casey is the sweeter one.
So yeah, that is pretty much a brief history of my life out of the saddle. Born, rode ponies, parent's divorced, haven't seen dad since, step dad, little half sister, girls, girls, girls, and girls. See, I could have summed it up in one sentence!
I'M A COWBOY, ON A STEEL HORSE I RIDE, I AM WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE
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I WALK THESE STREETS, A LOADED SIX STRING ON MY BACK
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I'M A COWBOY, I GOT THE NIGHT ON MY SIDE, I AM WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE
{ Oh, you want to know what I look like? Well let's face it, I am to hot to handle. Global Warming started with my birth, that's how hot I am. I am five foot ten, so not the tallest guy in the world but just the right height. I won't be going out for pro basketball anytime soon, but I am not so short that I am the same height as most girls but just tall enough. I weight one hundred thirty four pounds and most of it is muscle, thanks to working out. I am not overaly body builder buff, but I do have a six pack and some bicep, tricep build up. I have brown hair that is cut kind of shaggy, much to my mom's distaste. My eyes are a greyish blue, it kind of depends on the lighting I guess. Let's just put it simply, I am so handsome that the ladies don't know what to do with me and I don't know what to do with myself.
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Re: J o u r n e y • A c c e p t i n g
by vanilla.soda » Fri Dec 28, 2012 5:59 am
People ask me why I have to challenge everything. Where I come from, that's how you survive.
Nicknames: Jewel, Julie
Age: 16
Gender: What do you think? Female
Birthplace: Baltimore, Maryland
Birthdate: December 6th, 1995
First of all, I barely let any people call me Jewel or Julie, so don't even think I'll let you. My full name is Juliette Layne Vance. I was born in the heart of Baltimore, which really isn't the 'safest' city according to multiple sources. But where there is a big city, there is a fancy equestrian center. I was born on a cold and gray Maryland morning on December 6th. It's always a White Christmas, but isn't it ironic how when I was born in was a Gray Christmas? Since I was born in the month I was, I am the older half of my grade, and I will be 17 next year. Most people would be turning 16 in the spring or summer, while I'm on the brink of 17. Mom, why did you have to have me in Deember? Oh wait, she can't hear me- like every other time I called for her. my family is a whole 'nother story and I'd rather keep quiet about them. Anyways, my herritage dates back to the French and British. I think a little bit of Italian. my name Juliette is French and means 'youthful' and 'soft'. But I guess my parents didn't think about that- because I'm youthful, but not neccisarily soft.
Family: Mother- Sheila Vance
Father- Don Vance
Older twin siblings- Maya (female) and Aj (male) Vance
Conditions: Harsh, mother was never around.
A kill-or-be-killed environment. Not actually killing, of course-
but a very challenging and independent way of life.
This might take a while. I have a very 'hunger games' like life when it comes to family. I barely got to see my mother, but when I did, she was genuinly nice and I knew she loved and cared for me. But my home life was different. My father treated my older siblngs and I like we were 18 years old and should be kicked out of the house. Ever since we were little he made us work and fend for ourselves with very little help. We constantly challenged eachother- and now it's just apart of my nature. I know my siblings love me as do I them, but sometimes we want to part in eachother. Mr. father of mine let each of us get one thing we wanted at the start of our lives. My older sister wanted a dog, my older brother wanted a laptop when he would be older, and I just wanted to ride horses. ver since i was little I would day dream over them with googly eyes. I had been to one Pumpkin Patch in my time and right when I sat on that little Shetland, I knew I wanted to acomplish something big- at least on a bigger horse. When my father decided I was old enough to start paying for my own lessons, I had to work endless hours at the barn. I painted fences and jumps and mucked out stalls. And let's take into consideration that the time I was doing that all, I was only 5. Yes, he paid for my once-every-two-weeks lessons for a year. It's crazy how some people live the plush life and can ride since they were four, and got to ride little white ponies that danced around the ring. Really- it's not fair.
How Long: Since she was 4 years old
Strengths: Heels down, leg on, elbows tucked in,
balance and back position.
Weaknesses/Habits: Looking down before a jump,
crossing hands/reins when trying to counter bend
and keeping her chin up
Barn clothes: x (has different polos and plain belts. Wears gloves)
Show clothes: x
Boots: x
Helmet: x
Like I said before, I had to pay for my own lesosns by working in the humid summers and freezing winters. I've taken some pretty hard falls in my life family-wise, but also riding-wise. I had stopped riding for a year to save enough money to pay for both lessons and shows. Once I gained that money, I started riding at RoadReveal Stables. I rode there untill I was 10 and was showing for multiple years. I had a few tiny falls here and there, but one day, I hit the sand hard.. When I was juming a course, my horse spooked. And, I guess my trainer Maria hadn't taught me how to calm or handle a scared horse. I can't believe I hadn't noticed that she didn't show me. I was always put on a 15.3 hand mare named Sherri Cherry, 'Cher' for short. She was a pretty bombproof mare, so that is why Ms. maria never taught me. But still, that is no excption. That day I fell badly, I was as riding a 16.2 hand, crazy gelding named ObLaDi, 'Obi' for short. Yea, great idea Maria. You put a 10 year old on a almost 16.3 hand horse. Back to the story- Obi spooked at a green colored jump outside of the arena and rammed himself into a jump. It cased him to stumble, but not badly enough for em to fall. But right when he rgained balance, I hand't, and he bolted towards the gate and smashed me into the fench, causing me to smoosh into it. My foot was slightly attacthed to the stirrup and he started to run. I was bumping along the ground getting sand in those areas, untill he reared next to a jump and sent me rolling into the water underneath.It was a liverpool, yes. My didn't even bother helping me, and instead she yelled at me for not doing anything right. Well, since I was raised in a 'kill-or-be-killed' like environment at home, I fussed around and challenged her. I was just defending myself, but I guess my temeperment sprouted. I left that stable, obviously. I then found a quaint, yet succesful stable in the more rural Maryland called Pierce Equestrian. Mr. Pierce was very welcoming and he worked me very hard- but I appreciated it. I learned so much more with him than at RoadReveal. I was put on a very tranquil, Swedish gelding named 'Top ofda Mornin' and we called him 'Spinner'. Spinner was very forgiving and he taught me a lot. I rode him throughout my timeat Pierce, which was 6 more years, since I'm 16 now. I loved him so much, and I won the Devon and Thermal with him. I remeber how I ahd wished he was my horse~
I'm sort of short-ish for my age- standing at 5'4. Well, I'm technially 5'3, but I'm probaly a decimeter away from the 4 inches mark. My hair reachers just below my bust line, and it's actually pretty thin. I can out it in a ponytail that is literall right ontop of my head, and not get a headache. People say it's 'Anegel blonde' because it's so light. My frinds make fun of me and say it's white, but I just tell them I'd rather have white hair than skin. I'll stare at their body and raise a brow so they get the point. It's sort of my thing. I'm actually pretty tan. It's natural, but I'm not dark yet pale. My eyes are said to be my best feature. They are dark green on the outside and turn very light around the pupil. It's like an icey green. I'm very happy to have my eyes- I love them. I have four ear piercings on my right, and thre on my left. They aren't gross or extreme, don't worry.
Song: Haunted
Character: Spitfire
Likes: Riding, running, snow
Dislikes: Abuse, her father, hot weather
Favorite Color(s): Orange and Purple.
Hobbies: Riding, school track team, volleyball
Juliette is a little Spitfire. She is full of passion, witts and spunk. Everyone has their flaws, and her temper is one of them. It's never good to have a boiling tempermant, no matter who you are. Whether you're the Queen of England or someone who works in a Taco Truck. Being hot-headed is always a disadvantage. It slows her down and tempermants that are speedy usally result to jumping to conclusions. Half the time, Jewel won't even listen to you if she is in one of her angry moods. Her tempermant is usually caused by two things. Number 1- She misunderstands something or takes what someone said the wrong way. Most people get pretty mad if they misinterpret something. But Julie doesn't get just mad; she gets furious. It will most likely take you a while to cool her off and explain things before she throws a chair at your head. Oh yea, and somethimes she get's physical with her anger. Just a heads up for ya. Back to the three reasons. Number 2- it is someone she doesn't like. Juliette wil most likely act grouchy and uncaring towards those poeple. and finally, number 3- Someone is being a jack@ss to her friends, boyfriend, or family. It is Jewel's protective instinct coming out, rather than her tempermant. But because of how angry she'd get, it sort of turns into a temper. She is very fiery when it comes to defending others and herself.
Jewel is fearless, and is usually the first to do something others may find scary or intimidating. I guess you can say she's a dare-devil. If she was ever in a group lesson and had to jump something her and the others never had, she'd be the first. Sometimes it's not even voluntarily, and the poeple know she will do it. So, Juliette just goes. She also loves to be the commander and take control. Julie can be pretty pushy. And, she is always aggressive. Anything she does, her agression always shows. Someone bugs her- she feels the urge to punch them. Don't irritate her.
The girl shows incredible determination. Once she starts something, she never turns back. Her riding is a wonderful example- it has been he rpasison since she could see, and didn't do anything but train for riding. People mention 'Well she runs track'. What does running do? It builds leg strength. What do you need for riding horses? Leg strength. You see, everything se does revolves or has a benifit for her riding. Juliette tends to overwork herself too often, and get's pretty rough with others. I guess you can call it cranky. But Jewel is an extremely kind and caring girl, but usually in the beginning it is masked by her temper and seriousness. Sometimes it's not even in the beginning, but when she is just herself. You just really have to get to know Julie to recognize her protection, care, love and humor. She would put her body infront of a bullet for someone she loved.
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Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete?
Proving nature’s law is wrong it learned to walk with out having feet.
Funny it seems, but by keeping it’s dreams, it learned to breathe fresh air.
Long live the rose that grew from concrete, when no one else ever cared.
-Tupac Shakur
Proving nature’s law is wrong it learned to walk with out having feet.
Funny it seems, but by keeping it’s dreams, it learned to breathe fresh air.
Long live the rose that grew from concrete, when no one else ever cared.
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by WalkingDisaster » Fri Dec 28, 2012 7:00 am
- Name:
"My name is Tessa Paige Komorner. You may call me Tess time to time, just remember that that is not my name. Call me Tessie and I'll assume you have a grave dug and a coffin your size ready. As for my middle name...Well, I don't like it. My mother wanted something unique like that, and chose Paige for some reason. Legally, my name is Paige, but that gives you no right to call me Paige. Paige is right up there with Tessie, and I would not suggest calling me so unless you are suicidally depressed."
Age:
Seventeen years old; turning eighteen on the third of December
Personality:
Tessa has a very big attitude and an even bigger drive to succeed. When she is out of the barn and off the saddle, she is the most laid-back person you will ever meet. Horseless, she is cool and collected, and one would never guess how obsessed she was with being the best there is at what she does. Take her back to the barn or even utter a single word about horses, you will see a whole new side of her. This side isn't exactly unpleasant; more of a developed taste. This swing makes her focused and sharp, and it can take quite a bit of effort to get her attention. Unlike most horse girls, outside of the barn, Tessa is rather girly. She likes to wear nice things, do her hair.... She does it for herself, because winning and doing her best isn't enough for her. She is a pretty girl, and refuses to be seen as otherwise. Liking to look good doesn't always mean conceited, and she doesn't see herself as such, though others seem to at times.
As much as she likes to dress up and look good, Tessa doesn't mind getting dirty, and is in no way bothered by any blemishes like cuts or bruises. Despite all of this, she is truly her happiest around horses, and strongly believes that they are the only thing in the entire world that make her truly happy.
Love Life:
"Om...My love life? Oh, well, I actually have a boyfriend...His name is Louis. He's tall. He has brown hair, dark brown eyes. He can jump really well. He is the most beautiful thing you will ever see, what with his long tail and silky mane - What's that look? Oh, you thought he was a human. No. He's a thoroughbred cross. I don't have time for human boys - all my attention goes to horses. The one boy I have ever dated just made me like horses more. He was a waste of time, as most boys are. No, you can't ask questions. Not unless they're about Louis."
History:
Tessa is from a very small town in Connecticut. On one side of her, her neighbors owned horses. At six, she started sneaking out to see the animals. When she turned nine, they had to move away from these horses, much to her dismay. Her parents were completely sold, though, and convinced she loved them, and signed her up to ride at the local stable.
Growing up in Hartfold, Connecticut...Was rather uneventful. She did well in school, keeping straight A's and studying hard. At home, she did as she was told and respected her parents. Tessa was never very popular at school, though with her pretty face and calm demeanor, she could have easily become queen bee. Instead, she stayed in a corner, daydreaming about galloping white stallions and gentle mares. There were boys who were interested, but she never let them get very far. Tessa has kissed boys before, but she prefers the feel of course horse hair on her lips.
Riding History:
It started with sneaking off to see her neighbor's horses at six years old. Percherons. Retired driving horses used as school horses for dressage riders. Tess was a clever girl even then, and would spend no more than one hour with them before returning home. She fell asleep once, and forgot to go back home. Before her parents woke up to notice their missing daughter, the owners of the horses came in to find a small girl asleep on a tack box in front of a big horse's stall. They took her home and, instead of punishing her, decided she should see what riding meant; how much work it took. Instead of letting her ride, they set up time for her to work around the barn. Well, as much as a six-year-old could. They had her re-painting the barn. At seven, she graduated to re- filling water buckets in the pasture and keeping the tack trunks neat. For her eighth birthday, her present was a lesson to see how the girl did on a horse. It was thirty minutes long, a good length for such a young amateur. The girl was a natural.
Tess rode on the retired dressage horses for about a year, but the lessons were scarce and far between. She begged her parents to let her ride again. They eventually gave in to her and found a new stable for her to ride at. Tessa rode dressage at this stable, switching from ponies to horses and learning how to handle and take care of them. She rode dressage until she finished introductory levels. She was ready to go a level up, when she saw somebody jumping. She was intrigued, and talked her parents in to letting her switch disciplines. Tessa was eleven years old when she started jumping. It was perfect - she knew basic dressage and how to canter. All she needed was her jumping position and she could start jumping within a few weeks.
When she wasn't at the barn, she was at school devouring every horse book left and right. She doodled them in class - jumpers, dressage horses, anatomy studies - whenever she could get away with it. Everyone she knew questioned it. It wasn't cool anymore - it was odd. When she went to middle school, everyone wrote her off for a freak. They talked about her. For a while, this really bothered Tessa. She didn't understand why they saw what she did as a bad thing - horses were wonderful! They were magic. Even just being around one could help her feel the magic. It was impossible to dislike such a creature. It was too bad they didn't understand - Tessa could have fit in perfectly, but they all chose for her not to. Anyone who didn't appreciate her love for the animals and the sport wasn't worth her time.
Tessa was very lucky. Her parents had the money to support her passion, and Tessa was at the barn six days a week. They could afford for her the best trainers; trainers who actually pushed her while they polished her equitation. By the time she turned fifteen, Tess was jumping five feet. She found herself missing dressage from time to time, and would take a few clinics. This was always good, of course, and improved her equitation even further.
She earned more money and riding time by riding horses for people who couldn't, competing in dressage, show jumping and hunting competitions. The girl observed these people with their horses, and decided that if she wanted to be anything or anyone at all in this world, she needed a well-trained horse with talent and an impressive lineage.
She spent quite some time scraping her money together. The girl devoured ads and newspapers and searched for hours online. After a year of searching and begging her parents, she finally found a horse to buy. A gelding named Louis. Chestnut. Flashy with four stockings and a blaze. He was a warmblood, a thoroughbred crossed with a Percheron, and became Tessa's best friend. Every competition they entered, they won. After about a year with Louis, Tessa found Eye Candy, another chestnut horse. A Belgian warmblood mare. The pair went far, even further than Tessa on Louis, because the mare was willing to work. Candy was a good mare, but would often fight and try to be lazy. This taught Tessa how to discipline a horse, where as before, with Louis, she would let him get away with quite a bit. She didn't know what she was doing, and is glad Candy taught her.
But, sadly, one day, Tessa's father was laid off, and they had to sell the horses. Lucky for her, a girl at her barn bought the horses, and she sees them often. Tessa's ultimate goal is the Olympics, and Blairfield Stables will only get her closer to her dream. No one has ever met a more serious, passionate rider.
Years Riding:
"Well, I've been interested in doing so since I could pronounce the word horse, started riding at nine....If you want to get technical, eight years solid. My whole life on and off if you want to include pony rides and trail rides and stuff."
Other Information:
Nothing right now.
- Name: Casey Scott Evans
Age: Eighteen years old, turning nineteen on the third of June.
Personality:
Love Life: He has had a couple girlfriends, but hasn't met anybody very special yet. No serious relationships, just a string of dates that he would usually end. Casey would like a girlfriend, but has very little time, and is just so picky. And no one seems to like horses as much as he does. What he really hopes for in a girl is patience and to share his passion.
History:
Riding History: Casey has been very lucky with riding.
Years Riding: About seven years, so he certainly has the experience he needs to be where he is now.
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