Post by ^Bellatrix on Oct 13, 2007 9:26:09 GMT -5
Name: Bellatrix Brookins
*Nickname: Bella
Age: 16
Gender: Female
*Height & Weight: 5'4, 127 lb
*Eye Color: Black
*Hair Color & Style: Black with blonde highlights.
*Medical Problems or Previous Injuries: A broken arm that still gets stiff every once in a while.
Riding Experience: 9 years
Riding Style & Events: Roping, barrel racing.
*Relatives or Siblings at Stables: None
Horse Boarding at Stables: Boot Skoot Boogie
Job at Stables: Trainer
Personality:
A bit of a b****, she is very quiet and more ot herself than any other person you might meet.Not because she is shy or anything, but because some people find her a bit overpowering sometimes when they are near her.She can give a look that might say "I will set you ablaze.", or just something so cold you will feel the shiver run down your back.Being abused when she was younger and also being through family members to live with, she lashes out alot of the time at others.You wouldn`t call her anything close to a prep as she is mostly punk.But she take sher job as a trainer seriously and always puts the horse before herself.
History:
Her parents and grandparents decided suddenly she needed to come to Three Ponies Ranch because of her records and attitude to others.Her life started falling when she was six, pretty early right, wait until you hear the reasons.Her mom got called into work that Saturday and Bella was left with her dad for the next eight hours.Finding her father looking at her strangely, she ran to her room and sat on the bed.He followed her and molested her.Stricken for the years to come, she walked around like she was dead and haunted until she finally woke up from that slumber and found the anger in her at the age of eleven.She took her anger out of her family memebers by smoking drinking but soon stopped that because of health.So she found better ways, police involvement.She found that trashing cars, stealing things and vadalizing things were her hobbies.Not only were those what she liked, but riding horses was also the same.Finally her mother snapped and sent her to the ranch.Not fitting in of course, but maybe she might find something she could do here.
But then getting her life back together, she found her rebirth with the horse coming back into her mind and soul.Starting to train horses as a odd job, she found she was very good at it, understanding how the horse felt and knowing what kind of care oand training it would need just by looking and watching.So now she is here to take on whatever comes her way, will she fit in like the others and train as always, or will she fall below them and be depressed, the choice is sometimes rarely simple.
Example Post:
Looking at my own reflection
When suddenly it changes
Violently it changes
Oh no, there is no turning back now
You've woken up the demon in me
[x]The morning dawned colder than usual for the start of summer.She sighed and watched the birds ove rhe head fly away at her softened steps.Joggin in the morning had always gotten her mind off of what usually happened at the barn.Like the argument with the guy at the auction about Santos, the girl at the barn about some hay falling on her shirt by accident, and training methods for Santos.She loved him dearly, but he was still settling in of course, but it would always take a while.She had taken a photo of him, his coat looked dull, but his orbs bright as he had looked around at the new people and hroses at the abrn.
She stopped for a quick breather, looking up into the trees.Seeing a group of honeysuckle growing, she sat in the fersn in front of it and pulled a small book out o her sweatshirt.Putting the pencil between her teeth liek she did always, she began drawing the small flowers with thin lines and curved expressions.As the flower took its delicate shape, she pasued for a moment to take in the beauty of her surroundings, finally appreciating what she had in this world.Thinking back to her old life brought tears to her eyes, a thing she rarely ever did.Her nose falring ever so slightly, she looked down at the pen and saw a bright rebirth beginning on paper.A tear slid down her nose and dropped slowly to the paper, crushing the lines and curves, it life shattered in the very instant.Shaking her head fiercely she said out loud,
It will be put together.
*Nickname: Bella
Age: 16
Gender: Female
*Height & Weight: 5'4, 127 lb
*Eye Color: Black
*Hair Color & Style: Black with blonde highlights.
*Medical Problems or Previous Injuries: A broken arm that still gets stiff every once in a while.
Riding Experience: 9 years
Riding Style & Events: Roping, barrel racing.
*Relatives or Siblings at Stables: None
Horse Boarding at Stables: Boot Skoot Boogie
Job at Stables: Trainer
Personality:
A bit of a b****, she is very quiet and more ot herself than any other person you might meet.Not because she is shy or anything, but because some people find her a bit overpowering sometimes when they are near her.She can give a look that might say "I will set you ablaze.", or just something so cold you will feel the shiver run down your back.Being abused when she was younger and also being through family members to live with, she lashes out alot of the time at others.You wouldn`t call her anything close to a prep as she is mostly punk.But she take sher job as a trainer seriously and always puts the horse before herself.
History:
Her parents and grandparents decided suddenly she needed to come to Three Ponies Ranch because of her records and attitude to others.Her life started falling when she was six, pretty early right, wait until you hear the reasons.Her mom got called into work that Saturday and Bella was left with her dad for the next eight hours.Finding her father looking at her strangely, she ran to her room and sat on the bed.He followed her and molested her.Stricken for the years to come, she walked around like she was dead and haunted until she finally woke up from that slumber and found the anger in her at the age of eleven.She took her anger out of her family memebers by smoking drinking but soon stopped that because of health.So she found better ways, police involvement.She found that trashing cars, stealing things and vadalizing things were her hobbies.Not only were those what she liked, but riding horses was also the same.Finally her mother snapped and sent her to the ranch.Not fitting in of course, but maybe she might find something she could do here.
But then getting her life back together, she found her rebirth with the horse coming back into her mind and soul.Starting to train horses as a odd job, she found she was very good at it, understanding how the horse felt and knowing what kind of care oand training it would need just by looking and watching.So now she is here to take on whatever comes her way, will she fit in like the others and train as always, or will she fall below them and be depressed, the choice is sometimes rarely simple.
Example Post:
Looking at my own reflection
When suddenly it changes
Violently it changes
Oh no, there is no turning back now
You've woken up the demon in me
[x]The morning dawned colder than usual for the start of summer.She sighed and watched the birds ove rhe head fly away at her softened steps.Joggin in the morning had always gotten her mind off of what usually happened at the barn.Like the argument with the guy at the auction about Santos, the girl at the barn about some hay falling on her shirt by accident, and training methods for Santos.She loved him dearly, but he was still settling in of course, but it would always take a while.She had taken a photo of him, his coat looked dull, but his orbs bright as he had looked around at the new people and hroses at the abrn.
She stopped for a quick breather, looking up into the trees.Seeing a group of honeysuckle growing, she sat in the fersn in front of it and pulled a small book out o her sweatshirt.Putting the pencil between her teeth liek she did always, she began drawing the small flowers with thin lines and curved expressions.As the flower took its delicate shape, she pasued for a moment to take in the beauty of her surroundings, finally appreciating what she had in this world.Thinking back to her old life brought tears to her eyes, a thing she rarely ever did.Her nose falring ever so slightly, she looked down at the pen and saw a bright rebirth beginning on paper.A tear slid down her nose and dropped slowly to the paper, crushing the lines and curves, it life shattered in the very instant.Shaking her head fiercely she said out loud,
It will be put together.
