Post by Laken Shawnly*** on Nov 10, 2007 17:35:57 GMT -5
*Picture of Character (If wished place picture above or below information, preferred above.)
Name: Theodora Whitey
*Nickname: Theo . Se hates being called Theodora.
Age: 13
Gender: Girl
*Height & Weight: 5' 65lbs
*Eye Color: brown
*Hair Color & Style: Long dirty blond hair
*Medical Problems or Previous Injuries: Broken bones, and a bee alaergey
Riding Experience: Riding since born
Riding Style & Events: English and western, mostly english
*Relatives or Siblings at Stables: Caynin Whitey (brother)
Horse Boarding at Stables: Nantucket Breeze aka Tucket
Job at Stables: Stable hand
Personality: She is nice and sweat, but she is a tough tomboy. Se is stubron and will hardly ask for help. She is more tough then alot of guys, even if she is defensive and nice.
History: Her and er brother were orfaned when she was one. they were placedd in foster care with a drunken father and a wimp mother who will not protect the foster children she loves.
Example Post: Walkin down the stable isle, she ubbed at the bruises on her arms and back. She probably had a few broken ribs, but she wouldnt admit it to anybody. She was also limping becuase her leg hurt very badly, but she wasnt about to admit that to anybody either. Walking swifly, almost jogging, she reached her horses stall. Not even stopping she unbolted the door slid it open, walked in then slid it closed again. Turning to her horse she threw her hands up around his noble neck. Burrying her face in his mane, she let her self cry for a moment or two. He was her saftey net. Her support when she needed it. A 15 hand high black arabian gelding could do that for someone. He was small, very runty, but Theo still loved him anyway. Rubbing his forehead, she began to brush him, taking her time until every litle peace of dirt and dust was gone. He wasnt even pure arabian, but a thoroughbred arabian cross, with oter breeds in him too. He is part mustang, and he has the heart of one.
*Picture of Character (If wished place picture above or below information, preferred above.)
Name: Caynin Oxford Whitey
*Nickname: Caynin
Age: 18
Gender: Guy
*Height & Weight: 6' average guy weight, lots of muscles
*Eye Color: Blue
*Hair Color & Style: Longish dirty blond hair
*Medical Problems or Previous Injuries: Broke his leg twice, broke his colar one, wrist, got a concusion, several black eyes, allergey to celary and nuts.
Riding Experience: Riding since he was two
Riding Style & Events: Nostly wesern, roping, steer riding, bronco riding, calf wrestling
*Relatives or Siblings at Stables: His little sister
Horse Boarding at Stables:
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b]Job at Stables:[/b] Dedicated stable hand and groom
Personality: He is usually a very shy and reserved person, but a very sweet temperment. He can be pushy and have a temper, but is mostly polite and kind. He is not afriad to stand up for himself or a friend, resulting in some fights.
History: Not needed but if choosen must be one paragraph
Example Post: Caynin heard the front door ang open, then he heard a series of crashes and bangs. he winced. His drunken dad was home. Sure enough, he heard shouts of him and his mother, his mother tryin to keep there father away from her beloved children. Her attempt was failing as usual. His father was a violent drunk, often tkin his rage out on him and his sister. As he thought about his sister, he swung is legs out of bed, ready to go protect her from their Dad, but before he stood up, he saw a crack of light spill in threw the door, then it vanish again. His sister was in the room. Almost as silent as a mouse, barely audible over the battles between there father and themsleves, she said in a pleeding tone "Caynin." She made her way over to him. She was fourteen and short. She was tough but skinny. As she ade her way to his bed, they heard there father coming down the hall, thei mother screaming after him. Theo his little sister let out a shreak, o so tiny yet audible, and crawled behind Caynin, the sandwhiched between the wall and Caynin. There door burst open, and in the doorway stood the messed up figure of their Dad. He imeidiatly start screaming about how bad children they were. He strod over, then smacked Caynin in the face. He stood up, and said "Stop it Dad!" However, his father reasponded by hitting him with a beer bottle, cutting Caynin's eyebrow. As their father pushed Caynin into a wall thenrepetadly punched and kicked him, a tear slid down Theo's face and all Caynin did was lay on the florr, and cover his face ith his hands, while his ribs and sides were being attacked. there father took a chu of his whiskey, then moved onto Theo. Dragging her off the bed, he threw an empty whiskey bottle at her, striking her shoulder blade and making it start to bleed, cutting it deeply. She shuttered, then as the pain began to num got ready for the beating. Her father repeatidly kicked her, then threw the whiskey bottle he had in his hand at her. It shattered over her head, knockin her uncoicouse and spilling the liquid inside everywhere.
He yelled some mumbled words, took a drink f the Vodca bottle in his hand, then went back to Caynin, who was lying stock still on the floor. He kickd and punched him some more, throwing lamps at his now very bruised back,then stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Caynin still lay in the same spot, then he heard there father pukingin the toilet. After that, he heard there father walk out of he bathroom, then pass out in the living room. He shuttered, but slowly got up an pushed his bed infront of the door. He alked into his private bathroom, then ran some hot water. He and Theo would not be oin to school in the morning. He turned on the remaining lamp, then started to clean up th whiskey and the mess there Dad made. When he finished folding the cloths and returning hem to there drawers, and picking up the elctroninc devices knocked over.
His room was spotless, only his sister and shards of glass remaining on the floor. Solemly, h began to pick up the glass. Getting the mini vacum cleaner out, he vacumed his floors, then got a wet cloth to clean up the foul smelling liquid spilled on his floors. He cleaning up after his father, wiping up he whiskey, tidying the house, everything. After his whole room was clean, he looked at the clock. 12:30 am. Slowy he walked over to his sister. Knealn down next to her, he shook her shouler. " Theo wake up." As she opened her eyes, he helped her up, then to the bathroom.
As he walked out, and closed the door as his sister toook a bath, he let a tear fall down his cheek. How could he just sit there letting this happen? He knew he could fight back if he wanted to. But he didnt. As Theo came out of the bathroom dressed in clean pajamas, he saw the big cut on her shoulder. She had started bandaging it, but Caynin knew she needed stitches. Walking into the bathroom and hutting the door, he himself got into the shower. washing up, then getting back out, he pulled on pajama bottoms, then a white t-shirt. Walking back out of the bathroom, he said " Come on Theo, were going to the hospital."
Opening his window, he looked down at the loawn. They were on the second stoy of there house. Lettin down a ropeladder he ,ade, he started to climb down. His car keys wallet and cellphone in hand, he made his way to the bottom. " CXlimb down theo, Ill catch you if you fll. She moved slowly and stifly. She had recieved much harder kicks and beetings then himself. As she made her way to the bottom, he thoght about maybe going back in for their mother, but she would disagree, and woud try to keep this a secret to protect there father. Howvever he could care less whether his father went to jail or not. Getting into his car and driving to the hosital, he brought himself and his sister inside. This was it, he was telling the truth, no myths about how they had fallen out of a tree. Walking in barefoot, he walked up to the counter and began to tell...
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