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Iris Rae
Female | 19 | Lapsos
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Iris Rae
Female | 19 | Lapsos
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Ｎａｍｅ:: My name is Iris Rae.
Ｎｉｃｋｎａｍｅ:: Some call me Rae. Others call me Iris. I do not prefer either but will answer to both. So you choose but choose wisely.
Ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ :: I love my hair. It is normally very long and blonde. Naturally blonde that is. My highlights are a little darker and sometimes even a different color. I do not have to brush it often because it stays naturally curly and messy. I love the messy look and adds to my crazy personality. My eyes speak for themselves. An almost sapphire blue color I would say. They almost seem to pop the most with my skin color. A soft tan covers my entire little body. I weigh only a small one hundred and twenty pounds and stand at only five foot six. Seeming small I can pack a punch if I need to. My cloths are simple and easy really. I love jeans and converse shoes. T-shirts and large sweat shirts also fill my closet. I do not have much for color so black and white and a little grey in between.
Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ:: I guess I could say I have a bit of an attitude. I do things when I want and how I want. Guess that is how I have always been. If you're lucky you can catch on a good day where I am happy and cheerful. But becoming a Lapsos always turns a person in one way or another. I find myself depressed often knowing that many of my friends were able to stay while I was thrown down here. I often see myself showing the entire world my now darkened wings to show that people, or angels as they call us, can be thrown out of heaven. So I use my anger and sadness to portray who I really am. A girl who should not be messed with.
Ｎｉｃｋｎａｍｅ:: Some call me Rae. Others call me Iris. I do not prefer either but will answer to both. So you choose but choose wisely.
Ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ :: I love my hair. It is normally very long and blonde. Naturally blonde that is. My highlights are a little darker and sometimes even a different color. I do not have to brush it often because it stays naturally curly and messy. I love the messy look and adds to my crazy personality. My eyes speak for themselves. An almost sapphire blue color I would say. They almost seem to pop the most with my skin color. A soft tan covers my entire little body. I weigh only a small one hundred and twenty pounds and stand at only five foot six. Seeming small I can pack a punch if I need to. My cloths are simple and easy really. I love jeans and converse shoes. T-shirts and large sweat shirts also fill my closet. I do not have much for color so black and white and a little grey in between.
Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ:: I guess I could say I have a bit of an attitude. I do things when I want and how I want. Guess that is how I have always been. If you're lucky you can catch on a good day where I am happy and cheerful. But becoming a Lapsos always turns a person in one way or another. I find myself depressed often knowing that many of my friends were able to stay while I was thrown down here. I often see myself showing the entire world my now darkened wings to show that people, or angels as they call us, can be thrown out of heaven. So I use my anger and sadness to portray who I really am. A girl who should not be messed with.
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Mike Long
Male | 19 | The Country Kid
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Mike Long
Male | 19 | The Country Kid
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Ｎａｍｅ:: Howdy, my name is Mike.
Ｎｉｃｋｎａｍｅ:: I do not have any nickname. That means do not call me Mikey. I hate that name.
Ａｇｅ:: I was born on February 5, 1994. That makes me nineteen wonderful years old.
Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ:: I am a boy. Born that way and if anything changes I am sure to notice.
Ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ :: My hair is a dark red brown color but it is hard to tell under my hat. I like to keep my hair just long enough to run my fingers through but short enough to hide under my hat. My eyes are a light brown with a green tint to them. Do not ask about the green, kinda runs in the family. A little unique part of me.I stand at only five foot three in height. Sucks when trying to mount my seventeen hand horse. But once mounted I seem a lot taller. I weigh a small one hundred and thirty pounds. Easier to go flying off a horse, which always hurts. Since I ride horses and have worked with them all my life my short little body has gain lots of muscle. Short and skinny are good then you add muscle and your sexy...haha. But along with my built body, I have scars from many broken bones. I have literally broken every bone in my body for getting stepped on or bucked off. My favorite scars are the hoof shaped ones cause those take the place of a real tattoo.
Ｔａｔｔｏｏｓ:: On my back I have a large tribal tattoo. It has no real meaning to it but being young at the time my father agreed to take me to get one.
Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ:: I can say that I am pretty laid back. I was taught manners at a young age so I can be very polite. My parents raised me right and we always went to church, so to say I have read the good book and follow its teachings. I do have a small attitude when things are not going how I may like them. Since I do ride horses, that often never goes how I plan. If anyone needs help I am normally first in line to help. It is the better side of me that many seem to like the most. But in competitions I can get pretty competitive. I hate losing but it happens and I move on.
Ｂａｃｋｇｒｏｕｎｄ:: Born and raised in the in a small town in Texas, I have been working on a farm all my life. My family was a little on the crazy side when it came to owning a farm. We had everything from a two acre farm with over one hundred cattle to a small chicken pen. My father was a champion bull rider and my mother showed cattle. It was a great life for a young kid. Sadly our finances would not allow us to keep all two hundred acres and all our stock. So we down sized a little selling half our land which also began to separate my family. I was only ten years old when my parents finally called it quits on their marriage. My father kept the farm and my mother moved into the city. I lived mostly with my father during those times only because I had a hard time adjusting to the city life. I have never any day in my life stepped foot in a school. I was taught everything I know from my father. He began to teach me how to bull ride, rope, cut, barrel, team rope, anything. We worked on trucks, tractors, or anything with a motor as a side hobby. I started competing in rodeos at twelve, though young I looked older. I won my first competition and have placed decently since. My father was proud and gave me a young stallion to raise myself. It proved more difficult than bareback at the rodeos.
When I turned fourteen I was competing in many rodeos, manly the bull riding and the cafe roping. I raised my horse Trigger to be a great roping horse and I am currently working with him on cutting. When I turned sixteen, I got the news that my mother had been killed by a drunk driver. Though I had not seen my mother in four years, I still wept and grieved. After which my father continued to help me train and become better, but with his older age it was more difficult for him. Trusting I was doing fine on my own, he found this summer camp for me to train and compete at. Now at nineteen I decided that I would give the camp a try. My only friends have every been in rodeos and the farm hands at home. Now, after years of breaking nearly every bone in my body, scars to prove them as well, I am ready to start a new life a little closer to the city. Cannot believe I would ever move closer to a city but time to start a new life.
Ｃｌｏｔｈｉｎｇ Ｓｔｙｌｅ:: You will always see me in a pair of jeans and boots. That only changes when I wish to go swimming. My shirts are either plaid or plane. Camouflage is just as amazing, anything from hats to shirts. I have a variety of hats, you know the cowboy ones, as well as a variety of ball caps. I have a cross necklace I never take off and a ring that my father wore. In the winter I wear heavy jackets and other warm clothing. But I always have boots.
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Bullet is a beautiful Husky Wolf mix. He has tones of energy and loves to play. His long, white gray fur makes his light blue eyes seem bright but his personality is what tricks everyone. Yes he is part wolf which is part of the reason I named him Bullet. His favorite thing around the ranch is to herd cattle. He takes of so fast and works the cattle like a pro.
I have had Bullet for almost my entire life. When my father told me about this camp he told me to take Bullet since he and my horse get along so great. The two are hard to separate sometimes but they live threw it. He listens very well and will come to anyone who is not afraid of a half wolf dog.
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