Broken Leaves::Horse and Rider roleplay::Closed::Full

[Perfect Polish]

Name: Quincy W'Olfe
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Likes: Horses, Chickens, Silence
Dislikes: His Father
Horses: Dracula's Reign, Reaper's Destruction
Personality: Quincy has always been and antisocial, keep to himself person. He never went out and talked or adventured. He was diagnosed with Asperger's syndrome when he was 5 which explained his personality. Quincy avoids people whenever possible. He doesn't like social or physical contact. Once you get to know him and get close to him he is loyal and friendly. He can talk for hours about horses and chickens. His two favorite things. He never lets a friend down and if you let him down he wont ever let you back.
History: Quincy was raised by his single father who wasn't involved much in his life. They owned a small farm in New Mexico. Quincy spent most of his time over at his two close friends place or in the horse stable. When he was ten he started competitive riding. He worked his way up and then his father sent him off to a champion boarding school for him to learn. He had a gift with troubled horses and worked with just about anyone everyone else wouldn't take. Quincy stayed here till he was 20. When he was 21 he started competing in top knoch competitions and doing well. In April however he experienced a severe accident cross country jumping with Reaper. The two jumped and Reaper landed wrong falling and landing on Quincy. Reaper's leg was injured and he experienced a extreme head hit leaving the horse deaf and tramatized. Quincy was severly injured and hospitalized for almost a month in a half. He had suffered a brain injury causing him to loose his memory partially and a spinal cord injury which paralyzed him temporarily from the waist down. He is getting movement back slowly and is doing therapy in hopes of regaining all of that back. His father bought him Dracula after the accident because Reaper was "Unusable"


Name: Reaper's Destruction
Age: 8 years
Gender: Gelding
Breed: Oldenburg
Owner: Quincy
Class: Showjumping and Cross Country
Likes: Quincy, Food
Dislikes: Stangers, Jumpes
Personality: Reaper was a soft, gentle, gelding. He always wanted to do is best and win. He wanted to make his master happy. He was spirited and always had a bounce in his step. He wouldnt let anyone but Quincy ride him though. After the accident he turned fearful and aggressive. No one could touch him but Quincy. He won't allow ANYONE to put tack on him or ride him. He is terrified to go out of the barn now and won't go anywhere near a jump. He is nervous, flighty and scared and fights anything that enters his stall.
History: Quincy bought Reaper as a foal and raised him up. The two developed a close bond and worked wonders together. He was an amazing cross country horse with great endurance and jumping ability. This year however the two were jumping a water jump and Reaper landed wrong and fell hurting his leg severely and hitting his head causing his hearing to leave. He also feel on Quincy and severely injured the boy causing him to be hospitalized for months. He now fears any humans and only lets Quincy take care of him. NO ONE can ride him or even get tack near him.


Name: Dracula's Reign
Age: 3 years old
Gender: Stallion
Breed: thoroughbred/Warmblood
Owner: Quincy
Class: Cross Country/ Flat Racing
Personality: Dracula is easy going for a stallion but can throw temper tantrums when he doesn't always get his way. He is gentle to every rider and wants to please. He was chosen because he was an easy horse to ride and so gentle. Qunicy's father feared to get another horse which would be "to much" for him like Reaper.
History: Dracula was bought by Mr.W'Olfe because Reaper wouldn't let anyone else ride him. He wanted Quincy to have an easy going horse like Dracula.

[dakotaawolven]

[Okay guys, I think once everyone's forms are up we will be full. I will pm those that do not have their forms up to remind them. I think we are just waiting on two people. Can't wait for this to start!]

[Kat]

Chase Arthur Crane

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Personality:
Quiet, and a bit antisocial. It's not that he doesn't like other people, it's just that he would rather observe a conversation than be a part of it. Part of this reason is that he has a bit of a stutter, which is sometimes made fun of by people who don't understand why he has it. He eventually will open up a bit around people who are accepting of him, but even then, he still mostly prefers to be alone.

Fun fact: Chase loves chips more than any other food in the entire world. If he could live off of eating chips alone for the rest of his life, he would.

History:
Having grown up on a very small farm, Chase has probably interacted with more animals in his lifetime than humans. Since a very young age, he grew an interest in horses, but it wasn't until the age of 16 that he earned enough money to purchase one of his own. He and his horse, Paranormal, quickly became inseparable. For the first year, they mostly ran on trails in the woods behind his family's home, but Chase craved something more than that. His parents helped him to find a suitable trainer, and after several years of near-daily riding, he and Paranormal began eventing. However, they didn't make it far. They only managed to compete in 2 different events before tragedy struck on the third. During the cross-county phase, Paranromal tripped while going over a corner jump. His leg caught on one of the fences, throwing him forward, and he landed face-first into the ground before tumbling over and accidentally striking Chase in the head with one of his hooves. Both horse and rider suffered brain injuries. Chase stutters, and his memory isn't very good. Paranormal is listless and barely seems to recognize his once-best friend.

Paranormal

"Para" for short

Age: 9

Gender: Gelding

Breed: Thoroughbred

Personality: Paranormal used to a lively horse with a fiery personality, but a lot of love to give. Now, however, he doesn't seem to recognize Chase, and often appears lifeless and lost. He sometimes stares blankly at seemingly nothing for hours on end, and often times doesn't even bother to move unless eventually led off. He can still be ridden, but he refuses to go any faster than a walk.

Fun fact: Will sometimes perk up slightly for a sugar cube.

[Nevriande]

(Bump, when can we start??)

[dakotaawolven]

[we can start now. And please only roleplay from the human's perspective. Thanks!]

Hunter::female::twenty-two::Riot&Dee::tagged;no one

The young woman smiled as she walked into the barn, breathing in the sweet smell of hay and horses. Her smile slipped a bit when she spotted Dee and Riot out in their pasture together. The older mare was grazing beside Riot, watching over the younger horse. Hunter stood in the barn doorway for a minute, watching her two horses. Each horse had its own pasture or stall at this barn, but she had decided to keep Dee and Riot together so Riot would be safe. And so, she had put them in a large green pasture together, just like the one they had at home. After a few minutes, she whistled, watching both of her horses' heads come up. Dee nickered a hello, but Riot just stood there as if he were trying to figure out where the sound had come from.
"Hey boy, it's just me, baby," she called to him as she walked out toward the pasture. Hunter's smile perked up when her stallion's ears came forward and he nickered nervously. "It's alright, baby. Dee, bring him to me, will you?" she told her pretty grulla mare. The mare nudged Riot gently, pushing him forward as if he were a colt. The tall black stallion took a few steps and then stopped, afraid to go further. Again, Dee nudged him, this time walking beside him as he made his way forward. "That's it Riot, keep walking," Hunter smiled as she encouraged her blind stallion. The stallion's ears perked forward at her voice, but then he stopped suddenly. His whole body began to shake and his ears flicked around nervously. The grulla mare at his side gently nuzzled him and groomed him, helping the younger horse relax. Hunter sighed softly. "Come on, baby. Almost there," Hunter kept her voice light and encouraging, but her smile had fallen away. Her once bold, playful stallion was now nervous and afraid to move half the time. Some days, he would be fine and would follow Dee right to Hunter. Other days, like this one, he got scared because he couldn't see where any of the sounds were coming from. Hunter waited patiently for her horse to get to her, continually speaking to let him know where she was.

[kimbaslioness]

PAIGE PIERCE CORDON :

I sigh as I slowly hobble up the gravel drive way, trying to place the crutches down evenly so I don't fall. I look around and see further up the drive way, the stables and pastures with a few horses out to grass, I then see the figure leaning against and shake my head and continue to focus on getting up the drive way safely. Before I know it i'm standing in front of Midnight's box door. I call out to the horse with a smile ," Hey girl, how are you doing." and I got a snort as a response before she nickers to me before nibbling on my hair. I unlatch the door and untie the rope from the side of the box before leading her out of the stable. I clip her up to the walker before heading back and shutting the box door, I then head to the other side and call out ," Pandora Hun time for exercise." Pandora then stuck her head over the box door with a nicker. I then unlatch the door and clip Pandora up across from Midnight before quickly slipping into the middle , sitting down by the pole as i rest my ankle and watch as they walk to the speed of midnight's choice.

[kotalicious]

Vivian~22~Lady Luck~alone

Vivian slowly made her way towards Lady's pasture, walking on tip toes so she wouldn't make too much noise and scare the mare. Lady was alone, as usually. Her large legs twitched slightly, her eyes flicking back and forth nervously as she listened for any noises. It pained Vivian so see her mare so afraid, so alone. She whistled softly, Lady jumping at the sudden noise. "Shh. It's alright Lady. It's just me. Come here girl." Vivian called out in a soft, soothing voice. Lady calmed down almost instantly at the familiar sound of her owner. She hesitantly began to walk towards her. "That's it girl. You can do it." Vivian said with a smile as she hopped the fence so she was in the pasture with Lady. It took Lady a while to slowly make her way to Vivian, but she did make it. "There you go girl. You're safe with me." Vivian cooed as she held her hand out to Lady, smiling when Lady sniffed it before pressing her nose against it. She pet Lady as she moved forward, wrapping her arms around the mare's large neck. ''Good girl. You're going to be just fine." She said softly, resting her head on the horse's shoulder.

[dakotaawolven]

Hunter::female::twenty-two::Riot&Dee::tagged;no one

After a few minutes, Hunter slowly raised her hand toward Riot's nose. The tall stallion jumped when his muzzle bumped her hand and then he pinned his ears. Hunter smiled sadly at the blind horse, stepping forward calmly. "It's alright, baby. It's just me, Riot boy," she cooed to him softly, brushing her hand against his muzzle again. This time, he flinched, but didn't move away. Hunter's face brightened a bit at that and she moved closer. Her hands gently stroked his muzzle and moved over his face to his neck while she cooed at him quietly. "Good boy, Riot. Such a good boy, baby," she then took the rope from her shoulder and began rubbing it on his neck to get him used to the feel of it. She had not haltered him since the accident, but that was what she hoped to accomplish today. the young woman calmly looped the rope over her stallion's neck, all the while petting him and telling him it was okay. He had lowered his head for her and she took that as a sign that he might be ready for the halter. She took the halter in both hands, letting the rope hang on Riot's neck. "Easy, baby boy," she told him softly. Then she moved the halter up onto his head and situated the soft rope nose-band into the right place on her stallion's face. Then she carefully slid the rope tie over his head and tied a loose knot. Hunter smiled as her stallion kept his head low and allowed her to halter him. "That's my boy, Riot," she told him with a bright smile. His ears perked at the happiness in his human's face and that made Hunter even happier. The young woman stood beside her horse and rubbed his neck and shoulder, trying to calm his shaking.

[dakotaawolven]

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