Post by Laken Shawnly*** on Oct 28, 2007 16:59:43 GMT -5
*Picture of Character (If wished place picture above or below information, preferred above.)
Name: Noora Jamie Lee
*Nickname: Noora or Nory
Age: 17
Gender: Girl
*Height & Weight: 5' 6" , 85 lbs.
*Eye Color: Green
*Hair Color & Style: Light brown, with natrual highltighs, a little longer then shoulder langth, the thick locks cut in layers
*Medical Problems or Previous Injuries: Sher broke her arm in fith grade
Riding Experience: extremely experienced
Riding Style & Events: English, and western, 3 day eventing
*Relatives or Siblings at Stables: none
Horse Boarding at Stables: Sterling Secret, blue roan mustang
Job at Stables: Stable hand
Personality: She is nice, amde some wrong choices in her past, but was still sweet. She is always happy, and always happy with life.
History: Not needed but if choosen must be one paragraph
Example Post: Noora smacked her alarm clock as the loud alarm sounded its long buzz, leaving a ring in her ears, she groaned, threw back the covers and threw her feet over the side of the bed. Rubbing her eyes, she scuffed over to her bathroom, were she took a shower every morning. As she turned on ht ehott water, and stepped in, she sighed. One of hte only reasons she took a shower is it wakes her up. As she efinsihed up, and stepped out, she wrapped the towel around her then walked over to her closet, and searched threw the cloths. Finding a cute light purple mini skirt, she pulkled it out. Setting it on her bed, she searched for a matching shirt. Deciding on a white cami and denim jacket, she pulled her cloths on. Looking at herself in her miror, she frowned. She didnt like the way her outfit looked. Her skirt was fine, it was her shirts. Looking back at her closet, she located a light yellow cami, and pulled that on. Looking threw some more, she found a white half jacket short sleeved that only came half way down her back. Looking in hte mirror again, she smiled. Thsi was more like it. Looking threw her unmberous accesories, she found some light purple beaded neclaces that matched her skirt perfectly. Double it over, she strung them over her neck, so they hanged down and looked like one really long one, and one slightly shorter. Finding purple beads to match, she strung them over her thin wrists. Putting in purle dangluy earings to match her neclaces and braclets, she put white studs in her second wholes, then light purple studs where she had her cartalage peirced. Pulling her shirt up, she stuck in a belly ring to match her neclaces and braclets. Smiling, she went back to her closet to search for shoes. Finding cute sliver 3 inch heels, she pulled tehm on. Decising on a light purple purse to match the rest of her outfit, she stuck her razor cell phone in it, and her wallet and ipod. Her outfit was amazing all together, seeing as last night sdhe painted her finger nails light puple. Her hair was up in a messy bun, but she wqs totally roocking the look. Some people say she looks like a hooker, but she doesnt care. Applying some lip gloss and eye shadow, she smiled in the mirror. She made any outfit look good.
Pulling her purse up onto her shoulder, she started oiut of her room, and down the stairs. Getting a pop tart and a gator aid, she picked up her tote bag used as her back pack. She might not even go to school toady. What was the point? Walking out the front door and down the path, she looked around. It was dark outside still. Pursing her pefrect lips, she scowled, She hated the whole consept of school. She was sick of it. She could just see her bus coming. It was now or never. Looking around, she decided to go today. As her bus came to a stop in fron tof her, she walked with her high heeks acros the road to hte entrance of the bus. As she delicatly stepped on, she walked down the isle of the bus, waving to her friends, saying hi to her really good friends, then waving at the hott boys who looked at her. She was popular. Sitting down in th elast posibly seat, she started chatting with friends. As her boy friend got on ht ebus, she waved for him to come and sit with her, made him get on the inside, then gave him a kiss on the cheek. Immediatly, she started talking with him, often using her perfectly manecured hands to express her opinions. Around school, she acted like a princess. She felt that she couldnt be her real shelf. That changed when she got around her horse. Around him was the only time she was herself. As she continued to chat, her mini skirt not even half way between he the thigh of her lon glegs, she through tabout when she could see her horse next.
