Wᴇsᴛᴇʀɴ Vs Eɴɢʟɪsʜ | Lɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ | Nᴏᴛ Aᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛɪɴɢ

[Freedom!]

( Alright accepted cookie, got it pepper, that's what I do with my forms as well so know what you mean xD Please note to everyone - if I gave you someone elses reservation its because its me your dealing with, just hang with the one who doesn't give names to reservations. )

[T O R N]

{ Hope im not spamming... But I only thought my form was hard to code, and somewhat semi lit!!! I can see now that while we are Rping, I've got a form to mend together, and actually transform my little cowgirl!
BTW the forms really are epic! }

[KAZ2Y5WinchesterBaby]

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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.

Ｈａｉｒ Ｃｏｌｏｒ:: 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.
Ｅｙｅ Ｃｏｌｏｒ:: My eyes are a light brown with a green tint to them. Do not ask about the green, kinda runs in the family.
Ｈｅｉｇｈｔ:: I stand at only five foot three in height. Sucks when trying to mount my seventeen hand horse.
Ｗｅｉｇｈｔ:: I weigh a small one hundred and thirty pounds. Easier to go flying off a horse.
Ｂｏｄｙ Ｔｙｐｅ:: 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.

Ｔａｔｔｏｏｓ:: On my back I have a large tribal tattoo. It has no real meaning but still looks cool.

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. I do have a small attitude when things are not going how I may like them, such as when I am riding. If anyone needs help I am normally first in line to help. But in competitions I can get pretty competitive. I hate losing but it happens and I move on.

Ｌｉｋｅｓ:: I love anything country. I enjoy hanging out with friends and competing in competitions.
Ｄｉｓｌｉｋｅｓ:: I do not like when people judge a person by whats on the outside. I hate when I fall off or get bucked off.
Ｆｅａｒｓ:: I fear falling off one day and never being able to get back 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 this camp in hopes of improving my skills.

Ｍｕｓｉｃ:: Country music, Christian music, and even Irish music.
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.
Ｈａｂｉｔｓ:: I have a bad habit of not paying attention when someone is trying to talk with me. I also have a bad habit of leaving gates open, though Trigger opens them for me I still forget to close some. There have been times that I woke up to Triggers face in my window. The main point I am trying to say is that I zone out and forget what I am currently doing. It only takes a second but I am getting better.

Ｓｏｃｉａｌ Ｓｔａｔｕｓ:: I have this shell of non social person. I am working hard at breaking that shell. But over the years I am now able to be in the presence of another person longer than five minuets. If I know you more or have gotten to know you it is very difficult to stop me form talking. Its only a matter of getting to know what kind of person you are.

Ｄａｔｉｎｇ?::

I have tried but I get weird and sometimes freeze up. Females are just hard for me I guess. But I would like to find the right girl.
Ｈｏｒｓｅ:: I have one very loyal and amazing horse. His stable name is As Free as the Wind but I simply call him anything. I guess when your as close to a horse as I am, its hard to pick a true name. My father called him Trigger because he was always unpredictable and as my dad would say, "He goes off like one of those trigger happy gunslingers in the movies." So his name is Trigger.

He is a gelding and about seven years old. I have been told he is a American Paint Mustang. He is all over black with white spots.

He rides more Western or bareback. He is a high spirited horse with tons of energy. At only four years old he learned to open and close just about any door. Even if I close a door or gate, Trigger is not to far behind to reopen it. There is no huge need of a lead rope with this young gelding because where ever I go Trigger is right behind. He is a loyal and gentle horse and will do anything for affection.

[Freedom!]

( Accepted country gal ^^ haha its fine insanity, long forms can also be annoying cause who can be bothered to read the whole thing? I know Tristan's has four line answers for even just Eyes, so yeah, but it does show your literacy xD)

[narnie]

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Hey, my name is David Fletcher Karny. If you thought my last name was stupid well welcome to my room. It's stupid and I know that. There is no special reason to my name and I don't give a sh-t about your opinion. Got that? My life not close to yours and I don't want to hear it.
OKay let's keep moving. I was born on April eighteenth, nineteen four five which makes me nineteen if you can't count.
Anyways who cares though right? I don't have anyone there to care. So what else am I supposed to tell you? Oh yeah, never mind. Okay right now I'll tell you the issues that I got physically and mentally. The first one is anger issues. I don't have bad ones to where I take out my anger on people I just get mad and probably write a new song then sing it. I also have anxiety issues causing me to just go and get away from people or I'll call my girlfriend and ask her to come over. Being with someone who does care makes me feel better especially if it's some I care about.

My personality is complicated a probably won't make sense.

Let's talk about my history now because it seems that you all want to know about it. I don't know where to start. When I was born? No, nevermind. Bad thing started when I was six and my mother became more of an alcoholic than she was. She would hit me and yell at both me and my father. Finally he stood up to her and every time she hit me he would pull me away and go for a long car ride or take me to a friends house. The other moms always treated me differently, nicer at that. My father would give them some sort of sad look and they would understand. I guess now I understand what all of it meant...
My dad worked for a big business where he got a pretty good pay and because of my mother he would take me to work with him and I would play with whatever toys were in the playroom. There was a german shepherd service dog that hung out in the office which is who I hung out most of the time. As I got older and was about twelve to fourteen I had been spending my time in school while my dad was at work. Oh by the way my mom died.
Wasn't that big of a deal to me because well- um- I hated her. If that sounded wrong to you I'm sorry, but if you had lived with her you wouldn't miss her either. Want to know how she died?? Kidney failure! Being an alcoholic was a double edged sword. It made her the way she was, but it killed her too so I can't tell if it was bad or not. I wonder if she would've been different not being an alcoholic.

Alright now we're at the love portion of me. I hate players. If you think that playing a girl and hurting her is the right thing to do then you're a douche and I'm going to punch you in the face. That's just f-cking retarded. Does it make you cool or something?? Okay before I get too mad let's move on. I've had to ex girlfriends. The first cheated on me and the second I had to break up with because my father made me move with him to North Carolina, I don't hate him. Just the state. I hate it there by the way. I don't have a type. I'm a loyal guy and love to do sweet things for meh girl. Now I really hate this type of stuff so let's move on. By the way of you couldn't tell, I'm STRAIGHT!!!!
Here's stuff I love to talk about. Things I love and like to do. First of all I love my pets which I have two dogs and one cat. I have a dalmatian named, Diesel. My big baby who I love a lot is a rottweiler mix named, Princess. Here's another picture of her- XXX. Shocker, heres a guy being charismatic! Also my cat is named, French Fry and he hates me a lot. Maybe because of the name. I forced my father to buy Diesel from a breeder as a puppy for me because his price was two thousand and I didn't want to spend my money so I made him. I adopted Princess from the pound and I've had her for two months. It's obvious that in the past she was abused. Last, but not least there's French and I found him in an alley as a kitten. Still hates me... Aside from my hating cat I like to write songs, sing, and play my guitar. I'm pretty good at it too.
Phone Case- XX Apartment Interior- XX Apartment Exterior- XX Car- XX Guitar- XXX
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Show Name: Modern Society
Barn Name: Pepsi
Gender: Mare
Age: Three Years
Breed: Appaloosa x Thoroughbred
Personality: Maybe later...
Mane & Tail Colour: Black and White
Coat Colour: White Skewbald
Eye Colour: Blue
Dam: Sapphire Ring
Stallion: Not A Wasted Day
Foals: Not yet
Best Competition: Trail Class/Riding
Worst Competition: Dressage
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Show Name: Coca Cola
Barn Name: Cola
Gender: Stallion
Age: Five Years
Breed: Cob
Personality: Maybe later...
Mane & Tail Colour: Black
Coat Colour: Bay
Eye Colour: Brown
Dam: Glimmering Diamond
Stallion: Quelque Chose d'or
Foals: One- sold to royalty in England
Best Competition: Anything with strength
Worst Competition: Cross-Country

[narnie]

-- All my horses forms are up on my charrie forms --

[Freedom!]

( Accepted P e p p e r, will add up front when I get home later )

[burtleyy]

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Her daddy was a mean old m i s t e r
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Just a little..My name is Rusheon Drake Doosie.Rush to most though,it's easier to pronounce and sort of rolls off the tongue.I'm the son of Farrah Dawn and Colt Doosie.No brothers or sisters,and no other immediate family.Well,any that are alive anyways.Lost most of 'em in a robbery,but you don't wanna hear my story right now,do ya?I'm just barely 21 years old and not too much into tobacco and drinking.Sure,a little dip and a Bud-Light are good occasionally,but it ain't something that's a staple.Gets in my way too much ya know?

I don't want to get too much into my personality because people's views of me are their own to judge,not mine.I just know that I'm a good ol' boy who don't mess too much in the fighting business.I'd rather break it up and remove both parties,but don't take it without warning.You screw me over too much and I ain't afraid to whoop some arse.

My history isn't exactly the happiest,and it doesn't tell anything really interesting.Skip it if you want,really.There are some boundaries that shouldn't be crossed,but that's something I'll tell you up front.

Let's see,I was born in the deep south of Louisiana,very obvious by my accent,and raised in a dog training facility.Had a big family at one time too,and those dogs were all of our livelihoods.It was a family owned operation,but some of those dogs turned out pretty dang good.When not working with the animals me and dad were usually up in a tree stand or fishing,and that's where most of our food came from.Momma never trusted the store bought meats,and it took a few droughts to force her into buying vegetables and fruits from the grocery store.I grew up with a mutt dog named Dune,a massive hound looking thing who was virtually unkillable.Heck,he took snake bites yearly and was hit by a car once or twice.He wasn't the brightest,but he was sure tough.Soon enough though,age creeps up on ya.That dog got slow and finally keeled over when I was five.That was my first experience with death,but soon after tragedy struck.

My big old family always lived together,mostly for business reasons.The house was always full,and I liked it that way.Me,mom,and dad had all left to drop off a dog,a German Shepherd Belgian Malinois cross,to a police facility in northern LA when the call came.It was from an unknown number,and this immediately raised suspicions.Long story short 4 men came in and murdered everyone in cold blood,ransacked the house,and then shot every dog but one.This killed our business and tore my mom and us apart.Forced us to sell whatever was left in the house and the last dog went crazy.We were moved into a small 2 bedroom trailer with nothing but a few clothes.I was ten then,and somehow I found a job cleaning stalls at a nearby stable.I discovered my passion for western riding there,and the owner's daughter had taken a shining to me so I was set up on a behemoth of a mare with the attitude of a stubborn mule.That mare was almost the death of me,literally,but she taught me so much.

With the money I scraped up from doing odd jobs,working at that stable,and from winnings I got just enough to buy my own little filly.The board was free as long as I did everything for that horse and paid for at least a quarter of the vet bills.The daughter fell in love with Honey (the mare came with the name),and after about a year I gave her the horse as a thank you for everything.

Eventually I had to leave that barn and everything with it to pursue my dreams.Instead,I got a job working night shifts at Cavenders to pay off the bills on my two horses,Syke and Loretta.

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Vehicle. x

Horses:Dragon's Lair and Songs of the South

Favorite Band -Matt Kennon.

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Registered NameDragon's Lair
Call NameSyke
GenderGelding
Age5 years
BreedSpanish MustangxQuarter Horse
PersonalityAll in due time
DescriptionA tall and lean dun gelding,Syke is a rich golden color that darkens into a black at the bottoms of his legs.His mane and tail are a charcoal black,but each have blonde at the roots.
General CompetitionWestern,cutting being his specialty.

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Registered NameSongs of the South
Call NameLoretta
GenderMare
Age2 years
BreedA general Heinz 57
PersonalityAll in due time
DescriptionLoretta is a fairly small mare with lots of heart.She is a blue-ish gray color that resembles that of a blue roan.Only the dapples show that she is,in fact,not a true roan.Her mane and tail mimic the blue color.
General CompetitionEnglish,her springy step making show jumping a breeze.

[Freedom!]

(Accepted, one female then we can begin ^^ )
(Ps - Insanity and burtleyy are helping me out as I am not going to get on much for a while, so Burtleyy will know what the starting post is meant to be like, just go with the flow xD Insanity will help me out with the points to insure that no one tries to cheat, be warned I have eyes everywhere haha )