Post by m a r z ♥ on Jun 25, 2006 23:24:58 GMT -5
Name: Maria
Username: m a r z ♥
Age: 16
E-mail: findingemo68@yahoo.com
How did you find this site: taintedillusion.proboards101.com/index.cgi
Real Life Experiace: Been riding since I was 12, I own one horse and lease another. Bacardi (in my sample post) and Bo, a qh gelding that is currently lame. :[ -- I event and jump 4'3 with Bacardi.
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Name: Maria Davies
Nickname(s): None
Age: 16
Gender: F
Nationality: American
Appearance: Brunette hair that passes her shoulders slightly, hazle eyes that remain green for most of her life, 5'5 and very athletic; runs to build riding muscles.
History: Maria comes from a rich family, her father inhartiting her mothers wealth after she was murdered in a bank robbery. After moving from her home in Arizona to California soon after her mother's death, Maria's father got re-married to another wealthy wemon in their gated community. He prectically shut her out of his life. Keeping quiet for the first six months of her residency there, the young teenager found herself wandering out of the development and away from the rich life she knew for hours at a time. She would simply travel on foot down the long, winding roads along the beach. Sometimes stopping to stand in the water or watch the cuter guys surf. Little did Maria no that she was very close to a equestrian center. After becoming bored of the beach day after day, Maria decided to venture a bit furthur, around the corner of the road 400 meters up; she stumbled upon Syrianna Equestrian Centre` three years ago, when she was thirteen years old. After wandering through the isles, petting the faces of unfirmiliar horses and taking the sweet scent of a barn in for the first time in her life, Maria decided she wanted to ride. She had watched people tack, ride, jump, and just fool around for over two hours before she had headed home that day. Her dad drove her back, and signed her up. She began riding a schooling horse, who happened to be a fat appaloosa mare, she was bomeproof and perfect. Maria moved up over the course of three years, riding quarter horses, thoroughbreds, fresians, and a few occasional racehorses. She had become quite good at Syrianna; extending to the level of eventing, dressage level B and stadium jumping at 3'6 and taking intermidete cross country courses. Her father just paid, never once watching her ride. That summer, she had turned 16 and her father signed her up for a boarding school without her notice. After hearing about E-J, she was furious, and hated her father more. She was shipped over to the school, bad tempered and not motivated. She left nothing behind, she relly had no friends but horses, she seemed to just click into the equestrian world..
Personality: She is quite shy, and tends to keep to herself. Never having branched out after her mother's death. She is a nice teen, and will become more outgoing as she gets to no you. As pure perfectionist, liking her neat handwriting, clean ojbects and rooms, and matching clothes.
Likes: Music (couldn't live without it), horses, soccer, running, the beach, seasons, jumping, thoroughbreds, her iPod.
Hates: Her dad, thunderstorms, religion, sexuality
Sample Post: Maria’s fingers caressed the bridge of a long façade, outlining with her pointer finger the point at which the blazing ebony blaze separated from dark gray hue of her current schooling horse, Bacardi’s gorgeous face. Stepping further into the box stall, she slides the door closed after her; pushing the thoroughbred back gently with his crania. After quickly grooming the gelding, who stood for her agents the windowed wall, his aerials held backward, listening as she told him of her day, and how she was having to leave California. Bacardi was a great listener. She stood in the stall doorway; digits holding the door closed around her. She dropped a dandy brush into the grooming bucket that sat under the saddle rack, and grabbed Bacardi's white saddle pad and her saddle. She slowly tightened the girth to fit perfectly around his barrel, he pinned his ears and lowered his long, sculpted empire as she did so; like always. After convincing the gelding to take the cold bit from her open palm, Maria gently pulled the leather into position, buckling straps quickly. After attaching Bacardi's martingale, she unknotted the reins from where she had tied them in his bars, flipped them casually over his massive crania and stepped toward his withers. Maria tucked the reins under her pulled stirrups and turned to grab the polo raps.
Shortly after, Maria emerged from the large barn, Bacardi trailing along after her on the end of his reins. Upon reaching the ring, Maria pulled her pin straight locks into a low ponytail and snapped her helmet under her chin. Pulling roughly on her stirrups to unroll them, her denim clad appendi reached high from the paved area, her riding boot reaching the stirrup, she heaves herself into the saddle. Vents pass a sigh from the teen's vox, digits fumbling at the reins which hung at the buckle around the equine's empire as he walked off after she mounted. Reversing Bacardi gently, she enters the empty limestone ring.. Closing the gate softly.
Having warmed the gelding up at his paces of walk, trot, and extended canter, Maria pushes with her outside chapped calf, pushing the gelding from the rail after a corner and steering him into the reverse with her reins. The shape they made was almost a teardrop, and as Bacardi came to the rail once more, Maria felt his weight lift from his forelimbs as she flew into his correct lead. Traveling to the left now, the teen squeezed her calves agents the thoroughbred, he extended his gate a bit as she kissed her velveteens quietly. Having fully extended his gate to a controlled hand gallop by the time they had traveled half the length of the rail, Maria glanced at the three-foot oxer and steered him into a corner and pulled him from the rail using leg and rein. She stared past the jump, and pulled into her position as the gelding took flight and cleared the jump cleanly, she collected herself as Bacardi landed and glanced over her shoulder at the single vertical line of two foot jumps that cluttered the diagonal cross of the ring. Soon after, Bacardi had taken his corner, and started down the diagonal, he changed his lead and took the last two paces before the jump, and again cleared both jumps with perfect conformation. She steered the thoroughbred into a circle at the corner of the ring and faced him toward the final 3'3 line of a fence and an oxer. Bacardi formed himself perfectly and Maria clung perfectly into her positions with the gelding over the final jumps. Suddenly Bacardi lost himself and dove into the coming corner, gaining speed and lifting his hindquarters in a tremendous kick. Maria leaned back, pulling gently on the ex-racer's straining pull. She half-halted, pulling Bacardi in a circle and slowing him to a canter, then a trot, then a dead halt. Maria bend down, feeling between the now sane gelding's brisket, he was hot and foaming upon his peltage. She set him off at a slow jog, lowering his empire and facade toward the limestone sod and then after a lap, pushed him into wide, continuing circles that wound around the last oxer in the jumping course. Allowing Bacardi to walk, she cooled him for a while and then led him into the stable, untacked, brushed his sweaty form and gave him kisses and a few carrots. How she would miss this gorgeous horse.. How was she to survive without him? Giving him a final kiss until she returned from her new boarding school; she loomed off from his stall. Feeling as though she wanted to cry as she wrenched the door of her father's car open, slid in next to her newborn brother who was strapped into his car seat and resumed the duty of ignoring her father and step-monster that acknowledged her quietly. They drove off, Maria glanced back at the stable and sighed. She knew she’d be back.
Username: m a r z ♥
Age: 16
E-mail: findingemo68@yahoo.com
How did you find this site: taintedillusion.proboards101.com/index.cgi
Real Life Experiace: Been riding since I was 12, I own one horse and lease another. Bacardi (in my sample post) and Bo, a qh gelding that is currently lame. :[ -- I event and jump 4'3 with Bacardi.
___________________________________________________________________
Name: Maria Davies
Nickname(s): None
Age: 16
Gender: F
Nationality: American
Appearance: Brunette hair that passes her shoulders slightly, hazle eyes that remain green for most of her life, 5'5 and very athletic; runs to build riding muscles.
History: Maria comes from a rich family, her father inhartiting her mothers wealth after she was murdered in a bank robbery. After moving from her home in Arizona to California soon after her mother's death, Maria's father got re-married to another wealthy wemon in their gated community. He prectically shut her out of his life. Keeping quiet for the first six months of her residency there, the young teenager found herself wandering out of the development and away from the rich life she knew for hours at a time. She would simply travel on foot down the long, winding roads along the beach. Sometimes stopping to stand in the water or watch the cuter guys surf. Little did Maria no that she was very close to a equestrian center. After becoming bored of the beach day after day, Maria decided to venture a bit furthur, around the corner of the road 400 meters up; she stumbled upon Syrianna Equestrian Centre` three years ago, when she was thirteen years old. After wandering through the isles, petting the faces of unfirmiliar horses and taking the sweet scent of a barn in for the first time in her life, Maria decided she wanted to ride. She had watched people tack, ride, jump, and just fool around for over two hours before she had headed home that day. Her dad drove her back, and signed her up. She began riding a schooling horse, who happened to be a fat appaloosa mare, she was bomeproof and perfect. Maria moved up over the course of three years, riding quarter horses, thoroughbreds, fresians, and a few occasional racehorses. She had become quite good at Syrianna; extending to the level of eventing, dressage level B and stadium jumping at 3'6 and taking intermidete cross country courses. Her father just paid, never once watching her ride. That summer, she had turned 16 and her father signed her up for a boarding school without her notice. After hearing about E-J, she was furious, and hated her father more. She was shipped over to the school, bad tempered and not motivated. She left nothing behind, she relly had no friends but horses, she seemed to just click into the equestrian world..
Personality: She is quite shy, and tends to keep to herself. Never having branched out after her mother's death. She is a nice teen, and will become more outgoing as she gets to no you. As pure perfectionist, liking her neat handwriting, clean ojbects and rooms, and matching clothes.
Likes: Music (couldn't live without it), horses, soccer, running, the beach, seasons, jumping, thoroughbreds, her iPod.
Hates: Her dad, thunderstorms, religion, sexuality
Sample Post: Maria’s fingers caressed the bridge of a long façade, outlining with her pointer finger the point at which the blazing ebony blaze separated from dark gray hue of her current schooling horse, Bacardi’s gorgeous face. Stepping further into the box stall, she slides the door closed after her; pushing the thoroughbred back gently with his crania. After quickly grooming the gelding, who stood for her agents the windowed wall, his aerials held backward, listening as she told him of her day, and how she was having to leave California. Bacardi was a great listener. She stood in the stall doorway; digits holding the door closed around her. She dropped a dandy brush into the grooming bucket that sat under the saddle rack, and grabbed Bacardi's white saddle pad and her saddle. She slowly tightened the girth to fit perfectly around his barrel, he pinned his ears and lowered his long, sculpted empire as she did so; like always. After convincing the gelding to take the cold bit from her open palm, Maria gently pulled the leather into position, buckling straps quickly. After attaching Bacardi's martingale, she unknotted the reins from where she had tied them in his bars, flipped them casually over his massive crania and stepped toward his withers. Maria tucked the reins under her pulled stirrups and turned to grab the polo raps.
Shortly after, Maria emerged from the large barn, Bacardi trailing along after her on the end of his reins. Upon reaching the ring, Maria pulled her pin straight locks into a low ponytail and snapped her helmet under her chin. Pulling roughly on her stirrups to unroll them, her denim clad appendi reached high from the paved area, her riding boot reaching the stirrup, she heaves herself into the saddle. Vents pass a sigh from the teen's vox, digits fumbling at the reins which hung at the buckle around the equine's empire as he walked off after she mounted. Reversing Bacardi gently, she enters the empty limestone ring.. Closing the gate softly.
Having warmed the gelding up at his paces of walk, trot, and extended canter, Maria pushes with her outside chapped calf, pushing the gelding from the rail after a corner and steering him into the reverse with her reins. The shape they made was almost a teardrop, and as Bacardi came to the rail once more, Maria felt his weight lift from his forelimbs as she flew into his correct lead. Traveling to the left now, the teen squeezed her calves agents the thoroughbred, he extended his gate a bit as she kissed her velveteens quietly. Having fully extended his gate to a controlled hand gallop by the time they had traveled half the length of the rail, Maria glanced at the three-foot oxer and steered him into a corner and pulled him from the rail using leg and rein. She stared past the jump, and pulled into her position as the gelding took flight and cleared the jump cleanly, she collected herself as Bacardi landed and glanced over her shoulder at the single vertical line of two foot jumps that cluttered the diagonal cross of the ring. Soon after, Bacardi had taken his corner, and started down the diagonal, he changed his lead and took the last two paces before the jump, and again cleared both jumps with perfect conformation. She steered the thoroughbred into a circle at the corner of the ring and faced him toward the final 3'3 line of a fence and an oxer. Bacardi formed himself perfectly and Maria clung perfectly into her positions with the gelding over the final jumps. Suddenly Bacardi lost himself and dove into the coming corner, gaining speed and lifting his hindquarters in a tremendous kick. Maria leaned back, pulling gently on the ex-racer's straining pull. She half-halted, pulling Bacardi in a circle and slowing him to a canter, then a trot, then a dead halt. Maria bend down, feeling between the now sane gelding's brisket, he was hot and foaming upon his peltage. She set him off at a slow jog, lowering his empire and facade toward the limestone sod and then after a lap, pushed him into wide, continuing circles that wound around the last oxer in the jumping course. Allowing Bacardi to walk, she cooled him for a while and then led him into the stable, untacked, brushed his sweaty form and gave him kisses and a few carrots. How she would miss this gorgeous horse.. How was she to survive without him? Giving him a final kiss until she returned from her new boarding school; she loomed off from his stall. Feeling as though she wanted to cry as she wrenched the door of her father's car open, slid in next to her newborn brother who was strapped into his car seat and resumed the duty of ignoring her father and step-monster that acknowledged her quietly. They drove off, Maria glanced back at the stable and sighed. She knew she’d be back.
