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That's quite alright, don't worry. Anyways, if you made a boy it would be great.since we do need more boys.

[WishMo_On]

All About Me:
NAME ~ Emily Campbell
AGE ~ "I was born on the 21st on February 1997, that makes me 18."
GENDER ~ "I'm a female, hence the feminine body and make-up."

The Outside:

APPEARANCE ~ "I have long red/brown hair and pale soft skin. My face has many freckles, but I tend to cover them with foundation. I wear eyeliner, mascara, eye shadow and a small amount of foundation everyday. I tend to wear band shirts, singlets and jumpers and either shorts with tights underneath or skinny jeans. I have an eye condition called Heterochromia iridum which is where my eyes are a different color, my eye on the left is green and the one on the right is blue *picture shown left* I am roughly 5ft 8' and weighing around 133lb. I love to ride horses into the bush, hiking along the tracks behind the stable property and go for long walks along the river, I also enjoying reading and couldn't live without music."
"Altogether I have eleven piercings and three tattoos. Both my ears are pierced, my tongue and also my navel.

TATTOOS ~My three tattoos are of a wolf head - to present her determination, loyalty and lost family, a feather with stay strong - representing her intelligence, strength and beauty and a skull - to protect her from her past life and the hard obstacles she faced.Wolf Stay Strong Skull

"On my left ear *shown above* I have my pinna, tragus & two lobe piercings.
"Whereas on my right ear I have an Industrial piercing, a spacer, one lobe piercing, a cartilage piercing and a vertical tragus." *shown below* "

Getting Deeper - On the Inside:
PERSONALITY ~ "People think I am the happy, bubbly girl that is always back chatting the teacher and not giving a crap what anyone else thinks about me. That may be true in some ways, I don't like being told what to do and so I will argue my point, you can call it back chatting if you prefer. I also can be rude I guess, I ignore people, but that is because I prefer to be left alone. I was known as the 'class disturber' at high school as I was always getting sent out to the deputy's office. However people don't know about my past and that's why I was like that.
Now that I have left high school, I am determined to show everyone how I have started to improve my life, I started counselling and I am seeing a doctor. With the current medication I am on, my life has started to improve even though I still suffer from anxiety, insomnia and the occasional depressive stage. I have always loved horses and during my years of attending high school I would participate in after school riding lessons and show jumping practice. Living on a farm with my Foster parents I have owned a horse since I was 13, Miracle was born with a pitch black coat. I raised her as my own as her mother went into shock after giving birth and couldn't look after her. That is why her name is Miracle."
OTHER ~used to do drugs, still smokes - in secret. More about Miracle's History and Personality below.

HISTORY ~"My history isn't the most pleasant thing in the world, but you asked. My mum died giving birth to me and my dad got depressed and became and alcoholic after she passed away, he couldn't stand having me around because I looked so much like her. He never really looked after me, it was his mother whom cared for me until she passed away herself, I lived with them until I was five. I was then put into foster care and I was always moving around. Just after I turned 11 I 'found' a permanent home, my foster parents tried to 'help' me and told me they 'cared' about me. They insisted on improving my behavior, but I was too depressed to try or bother. I have been on medication since I was as young as 10 because I never fitted into primary school and no-body would ever talk to me. I was never at a school long enough to make friends or trust the teachers. I started self-harm just before high school, I became troubled and 'out-there' to hide my feeling so no-one would ever discover the darkness in my past."

Relationships:
BOYFRIEND ~"I am currently single, who would ever want to be with me?"
CRUSH ~Currently not, but you never know I might meet someone at this school."

General:
GROUP ~B

My Horse:
NAME ~ Miracle Moonshire
AGE ~ Five {5} year old
GENDER ~ Mare
BREED ~ Lipizzaner

{Image One & Two & Three}

Getting Deeper - On the Inside:
PERSONALITY ~ Miracle is very obedient and never fails to follow orders from her rider. Despite being adventurous and playful, she knows when to behave. She is very affectionate towards Emily, but can become nervous and flighty around strangers. She has extraordinary stamina and excellent jumping skills, however due to her short 15.3 hands she tends to fail jumping the high jumps as well as those jumps placed close together. Although she is learning and gradually improving her skill. Miracle tends to be better at long distance and cross country racing, her weakness is shown when she is forced to participate in sprints and dressage.

HISTORY ~Miracle was born a pitch black foal and was abandoned by her mother after going into shock. Being born early and on a full moon, Miracle was considered to be a very special horse by Emily's foster parents. After making it through her first month of life, Emily's parents agreed to let her finished raising the young foal, they also agreed on Emily being allowed to call the foal her own. Emily decided to call her Miracle as she had managed to live through her rough start into the world. It wasn't long before she was strong enough to ride, Emily spent most of her time with her, going to riding lessons and learning show jumping. Miracle never left Emily's side, they became so attached.

[underland.]

In the year of 1996 on the day of February fourteenth a baby girl was born unto Yelena Yekaterina, there was no true father because he had left Yelena long before the child was born. This only gave Yelena one true joy, the free reign of her child's name and influences in her life. It was a cold day in Moscow and the snow was unrelenting as Yelena watched her baby girl as she held her. She soon began to think of names. She wanted them to be Russian names and wanted her baby to have two middle names just like every other woman in the Yekaterina family. Yelena was soon walking to her mother's car no longer ad just her eighteen year old daughter but now as a eighteen year old mother. Yelena's mom and family helped to raise Aleksandra the best they could which would soon tire them out. But Aleksandra's babushka was always happy to help even more. She would run after the quickly growing Aleksandra just to shove a carrot down her mouth and at night she would sing Aleksandra into a quiet sleep. But now Aleksandra is nineteen and has been training in Moscow Gymnastics for quite some time now. She doesn't party as much as other girls her age and she claims that it is because she was raised better. But, it also has to do with the fact that she doesn't like half the people who are always partying. She is no longer a mere two feet and is happy to say she's a genetic 5' 11" and still growing. Along with that she is her bright blonde white hair. That she will only dye white occasionally. She's kept her weight down to 110 pounds due to her equestrian profession. She still has her fierce bright blue eyes and never messes with them. So to sum it up, she is a tall, slender, Russian who happens to be me.




When I was of the ages two to six, those were the years Yelena thought she could support me in every way I needed. Though she could not, she fought to keep me. But since she could not provide for me I became very emaciated. It wasn't until I was six and went into a coma for not having enough food and water. The day of December thirty-first was the day I was given back to my babushka, who has had custody of me since then. I love living with my babushka, she is nearly as energetic and full of craziness as I am. I sometimes feel as if she is my mother not Yelena. Because, Yelena and I are nothing alike... One day I plan on finding my father just to see if I'm like him. Babushka says her memory isn't clear enough for that. Well, I know she's lying. Because, my Dedushka says that, 'babushka liked my father more than Yelena and that she told him to go and work. So that he one day could raise me.' I've doubted that my father is coming to raise me one of these days. Either way, he's missed seventeen important hers of my life. I'll probably be in my twenties by the time I actually meet him, so sad. Well anyways, I started to do vaulting at the age of eight, when I was healthy enough to do the stunts. But I also just do stunt riding, vaulting is just how I compete, stunt riding is much more dangerous, and I found out I like to be embraced by danger.




I am in so many ways like my babushka and dedushka. We are all extremely hyper, young, vibrant, vivid, and any other words you could use to describe alive. Which if we are alive we are like flames. If we are like flames, mine are some extremely bipolar flames. One minute I can be as mad as who knows what and then the next moment I can be all focused on playing my violin. (I'm learning to play Lindsey Stirling songs!) See, I also have severe ADHD which is a huge factor in personality cause your brain is constantly going. It matters how you handle it. Back to the other stuff, I see myself as funny and yet a bit resrved. I don't really care if you don't like me. I have my friends and family, I don't need you. I do not need to be dependent on the rest of the human race. I can either be your friend or not, I'll let you semi-decide, because I don't like everyone. I guess I am extremely determined when it comes to schooling in any way, shape, or form. I become very focused and keep trying until I'm at least semi-satisfied, then I'll rest and restart later.





So, most of the time, I am single due to my personality and involvement in the relationship. But, I just haven't found the person that I wont to spend six to eight hours with a day. That's my stallion's job. He's my baby. If you couldn't tell I'm brightly smiling. Although, I have had possibly four boyfriends... Adam, Jamie, August, and Cristian. But, they didn't have what I was looking for in my guy. What I want and look for in a guy is maturity, a good sense of humor, organized (not super just enough to have a clean room and stuff,) responsible, and he can't be a jerk to any girls. I want a guy who just makes me feel happy and that I don't have to punch the annoying girl every time I hear her say 'Hello.' I want a romantic boy who isn't too clingy or mushy. And boys if you want a shot at being my boyfriend don't you ever get too protective. I'm not yours, I'm a human. I can fight for myself. Unless it's a dude and I'm not single then it's my boyfriend's job, get it?

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POISONED PISTOL IS A DROP OF POISON IN THE CUPCAKE. SHE PACKS A PUNCH WHEN SHE WANTS TO, ALTHOUGH SHE BARELY GIVES HER OWNER ANY PROBLEMS, SHE DEFINITELY DOESN'T FARE WELL WITH STRANGERS. POISONED PISTOL IS OFTEN REFFERED TO AS POISON AND HER AND HER OWNER HAVE A VERY UNIQUE BOND, SEEING THAT POISON GREW UP SEEING ALEKSANDRA EVERYDAY OF HER LIFE. POISON LOVES TO FEEL CLOSE TO ALEKSANDRA AND DOESN'T LIKE OTHERS BEING TOO CLOSE TO HER OWNER. BUT HAVING THAT BOND MAKES TH STRONG COMPETITIORS AND HER OWNER VERY ATTENTIVE TO ANY POSSIBLE WOUNDS AND TRAININGS. THE BEST THING IS POISON LOVES OTHER ANIMALS AND SHOWING OFF HER SPEED WHEN IT COMES TIME.
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[ CROSS COUNTRY ;; MARE ] [ DEPENDENT ;; PROTECTIVE ]
[ IMAGE ONE ]

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Imagine St. Petersburg, Russia in the year of 1994. Do you picture a baby boy, who is now nineteen, with jet black hair being born unto an unhappy couple, who only sticks together because they made a vow. Sometimes, I can't but wonder how that boy's life would have been if his ten year old brother didn't die in a random shoot out. I can't help but think of they different ways he could have grown. Ever since April first, 1994, that helpless little boy had a mother who hated him. But a father who didn't know what to do with a child except for give him what he needs and leave him to a uncaring wife. The boy was soon taken into a foster home at the age of nine, around the same age his parents had lost their first child but they barely even cared. They did not even try to go to civil court with it. The small boy grew up and at the age of thirteen began dying his jet black hair to all kinds of brown and his brown eyes began to show orange-gold flecks in them, making them a slight hazel or appear to glow. He was a beanpole in short, and is now about 6' 1" and weighs maybe 210 pounds. He is still a beanpole. But he seemed to prefer his adopted parents, the Isosif's, over his recent biological ones. His name is Westlie Alykxander Andrei Rose, and that's me. Let's see most of my past is easy. I was born on to a family who absolutely hated to even look at me causing them to only give me the food and water necessary for survival, then telling me to get out of their sight. So, I basically learned to get myself up and ready for life every morning and some of my teachers would help me. Soon, one of my teachers decided to to tell St.Petersburg officials who then got one of the local foster homes to foster me. I was bullied by other kids because I knew I parents and they didn't even love me one bit. Which made me an outsider because most hadn't known their parents or they had and their parents had died after raising their kid to some extent. At the age of ten I, the small boy, was adopted by a loving "American" family who flew all the way to Russia to adopt me, the boy. Many weeks before the adopters, known as the Isosif's because the husband was Russian, I began to learn English and knew many words. But I pronounced those words poorly. So, my new father would help me and in the household to get something I had to ask in English. When I was old enough they made me read every kid's menu and other simple documents in English. The older I became the harder the documents became. I was always the quirky, sarcastic, weird, creepy, and hyper boy which all my teachers loved. I used to have this look, I still got it, where I would raise my eyebrows slightly and cock my head to the side and then I would say something like, 'you sure about that?' My teachers, parents, and friends would burst out laughing then the boys and I would go play a prank on one of the guys who was mean to or flirted with the girl we liked. We were quite the group. Which leads me to my more artistic side. My "parents" made me go into guitar, piano, and cello lessons and I still go. Then, they put me into sports. Boy did I fall in love with cross country, track, and soccer. I now go to college on two scholarships, soccer and cross country. But now I also paint and draw for random fun and distraction, as long as my buddies aren't around. If they are we go prank some jerk. But I also have this thing called severe bipolar disorder, my "parents" are the only ones who know how to handle me then so it could get hilarious now that I'm nineteen and live in an apartment, alone. Which I prefer to keep my apartment clean, I say I might have self diagnosed OCD, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. I also prefer to keep my desk clean which is where I do all my work along with the fact that my music room cannot be dirty at all. This may or may not shock you but I am a huge family person. I just live to be around my younger cousins and just have fun with them. The ones my age I sometimes I have to literally knock some sense into them, which is always fun. But now, I'm off to Falmouth to presume the long secretly wanted dream of pursuing my career of music. Relationships, relationships, relationships all mean one thing, no actually two, drama and a chance at something better. I have only dated about two girls, Valery and Diana. And I dated one of them for two years and the other for one. Valery was just too much of a hothead for me, she always started fights and never apologized. While, Diana made one bad decision, to cheat on me and we were done for, kaput. But now what I look for in a girl is someone who will never try to change me or my perfectly attractive brown hair, nor will they try to change my behavior. They won't try to take running cross country away from me just because they don't like it, some girls find that attractive. I need a girl who won't mind trying new things or playing with me and my soccer buddies, even in the rain and mud. Those kind of girls just make me feel accepted and like we have more of a chance. My girl, whoever she is, needs a sense of humor and the ability to put me in check. If you don't, do not try to win my heart.

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GUIDED DAGGER IS AS DANGEROUS AS HIS NAME IMPLIES, ESPECIALLY SINCE HE DOESN'T FAVOR STRANGERS. DAGGER, AS HE'S CALLED AROUND THE BARN, IS DEFINITELY FOND OF HIS OWNER WHO LOVES TO JUMP HIM. DAGGER LOVES THE FEEL OF A CARELESS THRILL AND ONLY HAVING TO OCUS ON THE NEXT JUMP AND CLEARING IT WHICH HE DOES WITH EASE. DAGGER IS MORE CARELESS WITH STRANGERS THAN HIS OWNER IS BUT HE LEARNS WHO HIS OWNER WANTS HIM TO ACT NICE TOWARDS, EVENTUALLY. BUT GUIDED DAGGER IS DEFINITELY A WORTHY OPPONENT.
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[ SHOW JUMPING ;; STALLION ] [ DETERMINED ;; CARELESS ]
[ IMAGE ONE ]

[love lucy]

i think we can start already as the rest of the spots are taken. we can start on the arriva of horses and riders to the center. i will be on early to post.

[WishMo_On]

{I'll wait for you to post the first one?}

[hachi.]

I'll join either later today or tomorrow depending on when I get the time! I'm on my phone so I can't post forums

[love lucy]

sorry for the delay! lost internet and mom took me on a trip for a few days, but I'm back.

sophie anne bennet

Clearly Tequila had not enjoyed the ride, given how he was currently kicking the trailer. As Sophie pulled down the ramp and opened the doors, the horse neighed. She smiled, knowing that he had recognized her quickly, and had easily obeyed when she presented his halter. Obliged, the gelding allowed her to put it on and slowly take in out, walking on alert, ears flicking to capture all the sounds in his new surroundings, while Sophie herself waited for his reaction. When she saw that he was calm and composed, she patted his neck and started leading him down and into the stables, looking for his stall, marked number two. He was calmed and looking around while she marveled at the space her horse would have all for himself. Well, look like you'll be perfectly fine, she told him, quickly easing him inside and removing his halter. The horse as if on cue looked down, and at seeing the hay, started eating. You already like this place, she sighed, taking the halter back to the trailer and placing it back in her equipment locker.

[sforzando.]

[ I'd make a male, but I'm not good at roleplaying two characters, and I'm bad with males. ._.
I can supply a roleplay example if needed. ^^" ]

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xxxxxxxx Win big, mama's fallen angel
xxxxxxxxx Lose big, livin' out her l i e s
xxxxxxx Wants it all, mama's fallen angel
xxxxxx Lose it all, rollin' the dice of her life

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xxxxxxxxxxxxfull name ; aspen page keith
xxxxxxxxxxxxgender ; female.
xxxxxxxxxxxxage ; twenty.
xxxxxxxxxxxxdiscipline ; western.

ｐ ｅ ｒ ｓ ｏ ｎ ａ ｌ ｉ ｔ ｙ

She isn't a good leader since she does not speak out unless really needed, or if she's called on. Because she doesn't speak, many people are misled and think she isn't as intelligent as she really is. No one knows this, but the reason she prefers not to speak is because she stutters a lot when she does open her mouth. Words come out in a jumble, also. She only really talks to her horse. Aspen is quite unknown. No one is sure on her history, but she's fine with it. She is quite independent and can't handle too many people or too much going on; once she has on objective, she can't have something to distract her as she distracts easily.
She is silent and stalks around quite a bit. With her time stalking around, she is always eavesdropping and learning new things. She's always ready though, as well as alert and ready for her horse to jump or rear or anything that her horse normally wouldn't do. Aspen is very friendly once she speaks and doesn't boast about her western abilities. She'd rather be one of the people in the middle and not the best.

ｈ ｉ ｓ ｔ ｏ ｒ ｙ

Aspen didn't come from the worst family ever. She also never had a sob story to tell, like her parents beat her or her mom left her dad or vice versa. Since she was the only child in her family, Aspen was spoiled rotten, and her parents adored her child. If she wanted to try archery, her parents bought her a bow and some arrows and sent her out into the forest to figure it out on a tree or anything she could find. If she wanted lessons on an instrument, her parents would find her a cheap teacher and she would go every week until she grew bored of it. Aspen learned quite a bit, but she would never stick with it until her parents got horses. Her first horse was a quarter horse of twenty five years old. She had arthritis really bad. She love horseback riding, and she grew up around it.

Lost myself now I can’t end this co-dependant life.

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show name ;;
xmiss mistreated
barn name ;;
xriley
gender ;;
xmare
age ;;
xfour years old

aspen's mare riley is quite an energetic mare that's always willing to just run. she's adjusted to pivoting when turning, especially with barrels -- her specialty. riley needs a firm hand to control her, and she has her stubborn streaks often. her whole personality changes around children. she becomes gentle and easy to maintain, but she still loves to run. she doesn't like random people riding her otherwise, but still loves children.



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