by TheUnsinkableShips » Wed Dec 18, 2019 8:51 am
Basics:
Claude Livingston
Lives in Hitchin, UK
17
Snob
Snooty
Obsessed with Frozen
Horse's name is Sven (show name is Paradoxical Snowflake)
Prefers eventing, favorite part is cross country
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Claude is 13 when he first finds out what his parents have been doing behind his back.
"What do you mean?" Claude asked, masking his distress.
"Well, I mean, uh, the r-results were skewed in your favor." The poor stable boy replies. A few moments earlier, the situation had been much different. The stable boy had had the upper ground, pounding into Claude that he was just a phony, but upon mentioning why, Claude had... shifted.
Passive expression turned to dark as he regarded the other. A physical chill had run up the stable boy's spine.
"You mean to tell me, that for my whole life, I have never truly won a single event I participated in?" Claude asks carefully. The stable boy stands still, eyes darting around carefully. "Answer me, boy, do my parents pay to have me win each event?"
"Y-yes!" The stable boy squeaks out. He regrets even hearing the Livingston head discussing the fraud, and he certainly regrets bringing it up to Claude.
Claude remains silent, eyes fixated on the wall, expression stony. And then, with a crack of his riding crop against the stable wall, he screams, a deep throated and primal scream, lasting only a moment.
The stable boy squeaks in response.
Claude pants into the quiet of the barn.
"Never again, will my parents pay to have me do well." Claude resolves. "I will win every competition, because I am the best, with or without my parents money." He hisses to the stable boy, who merely nods.
Without a single glance back, Claude leaves, vowing to win every competition from here on out of his own volition.
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Current Scenario to show character:
"So you really think you can beat me, huh?" Bailey Davila, Claude's number one rival asks. Claude sneers. Bailey knows exactly how to get under his skin. The other adjusts his auburn hair before slipping on his helmet.
"Of course." Claude replies. "I have been for years, after all." He says, adjusting his own hair underneath his helmet, pushing away the unruly curls from his eyes.
"So you've forgotten Aberdeen Finals already?" Bailey comments, his green eyes fixing on Claude. Claude feels his anger flare.
"I wasn't feeling well that day, I told you, and I'll continue telling you." Claude retorts, Bailey's seemingly composed manner digging under his skin.
"Excuses, excuses." Bailey replies with a click of his tongue. "I'll see you on the field, Claw." He says, flashing his signature smirk over his shoulder as he leaves.
Claude grips his crop tighter. He hates when Bailey, or anyone, for that matter, calls him 'Claw'.
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Hello there!
Call me Ships <3
I love drawing, horses,
and writing! If there's a
fandom, I'm probably in it,
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