
xxxxx{{Name}}
xxxxxBrontë Kenwald (Yep, doesn't have a middle name) xxxxx{{Gender}}
xxxxxFemale xxxxx{{Age}}
xxxxxBorn on April 19th, She is 21 years old. xxxxx{{Family}}
xxxxxDoesn't have much to do with her parents (Tashia & Mike) anymore after they got into it.
xxxxxxShe still talks to her brother (Trent) time to time. xxxxx{{Boyfriend/Crush}}
xxxxxDoesn't have one.xxxxx{{Discipline}}
xxxxxShe's a cowgirl. Preforms in about anything western. Favorite is barrel racing and roping. xxxxx{{Pet}}
xxxxxA male Blue heeler named Rocket. Besides her horse he's her world. xxxxx{{Horse/s}}
xxxxxCowboy's First Choice. xxxxx{{Personalty}}
xxxxxBrontë is normally a kind friendly person, but there's one catch. She has trust issues.
xxxxxxShe rarely lets people in and isn't a fan of showing her feelings. When it comes to new people
xxxxxxshe can seem a bit standoffish, not very talkative, or shy. She has a strong will though and
xxxxxx doesn't back down from much. Don't let her looks fool you, she is very strong. She can take a
xxxxxxhit or fall and pack a punch herself. xxxxx{{History}}
xxxxxBrontë grew up with a happy childhood on a farm and raised around horses. Her happy life
xxxxxxcame tumbling down an took a turn for the dark at the age of 16. She starting dating a boy
xxxxxxthat led her down the wrong path. She picked up the bad habit of drinking at a young from him.
xxxxxxOne night when went out partying with him and his guy friend after partying for a while they lead
xxxxxxher off to place no one was at. Her boyfriend's friend then forced himself upon her. She tried
xxxxxxpushing him away and cried out to her so called boyfriend. But he didn't flinch or move a muscle;
xxxxxxhe just watched. She screamed for help, but nobody heard her pleads over the hoopla of the
xxxxxxparty. When they finally let her go they laughed. She stole his truck and went home. The next
xxxxxxday he came for it. She tried telling her parents what happen, but they didn't believe her. The
xxxxxxcops then got involved. The judge of the court gave her three week in jail, suspended her
xxxxxxlicense, and gave her 90 day of community service. Nobody believed her. The real criminals
xxxxxxgot away Scott free. After her time was up, her parents sent her to Rose wood. She's been
xxxxxxhere ever since then. xxxxx{{Strengths/Weaknesses}}
xxxxxStrengths: Quick learner, bonds fast with horses, works hard, understanding, and patient.
xxxxxxWeaknesses: Doesn't trust easy, will not let people in or help her, and a recovering alcoholic. xxxxx{{Style}}
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Everyday boots.
how boots.
Favorite shirt.
Favorite pants
xxxxxNecklace her grandmother gave her before she pasted; rarely takes it off. Main dressy outfit. ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓
Ooh
I feel these four walls closin' in
Face up against the glass
I'm lookin' out, hmm
Is this my life I'm wonderin'
It happens so fast
How do I turn this thing around?
Is this the bed I chose to make?
It's greener pastures I'm thinkin' about
Hmm, wide open spaces far away
All I want is the wind in my hair
To face the fear but not feel scared
Wild horses I wanna be like you
Throwin' caution to the wind, I'll run free too
Wish I could recklessly love like I'm longin' to
I wanna run with the wild horses
Run with the wild horses, oh
Yea, yea
I see the girl I wanna be
Riding bare back, carefree
Along for shore
If only that someone was me
Jumpin' head first, head long
Without a thought
To act and down the consequence
How I wish it could be that easy?
But fear surrounds me like a fence
I wanna break free
All I want is the wind in my hair
To face the fear, but not feel scared
Ooh, wild horses I wanna be like you
Throwing caution to the wind, I'll run free too
Wish I could recklessly love like I'm longin' to
Wanna run with the wild horses
Run with the wild horses
I wanna run too
Ooh
Recklessly emboundin' myself before you
I wanna open up my heart
Telling how I feel
Ohh, wild horses I wanna be like you
Throwing caution to the wind, I'll run free too
Wish I could recklessly love like I'm longin' to
I wanna run with the wild horses
Run with the wild horses
Run with the wild horses
Ohh, yea, yea
I wanna run with the wild horses, ooh
Natasha Bedingfield - Wild Horses
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{{Show Name}}
Cowboy's First Choice{{Barn Name}}
Cowboy, but Brontë calls him Kemosabe (ke-moe-sa-bee) time to time. {{Age}}
4 Years old{{Gender}}
Male Stud{{Breed}}
Quarter horse and Appaloosa{{Discipline}}
Barrel racer and herder (Western).{{Personality}}
Eager to please. Has a good temperament, but works better with a skilled rider. He is patient. Loyal to the bone, example if you fall he will not leave your side. Can get protective over rider. He can be humorous in ways. {{Histrory}}
Sold to Brontë at age of one year old. Worked and trained by her.{{Likes}}
Being scratched under his halter if wearing one, green apples, spending time with Brontë, competition, and herding. {{Dislikes}}
Young hot shot stallions, other horses stealing his fed, snakes, and whips. {{Offspring}}
None{{Mate/Crush}}
None yet.{{Owner}}
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