Post by Mira Deslauriers on Jul 24, 2012 8:42:53 GMT -8
MIRA -- CATHERINE -- DESLAURIERS !
BASICS...
Face Claim: Victoria Justice
Full Name: Mira Catherine Deslauriers
Nicknames: Mira, Meesh
Hair Colour: Dark Brown
Eye Colour: Brown
Height: 5'8"
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Occupation: Student
Team: Fidens
Goal for HA: Mira's goal at Hollow Aspen is actually not very complex. Already competing successfully with her horse, she would like to focus on collection and more fluid motions with her horse (becoming one as a pair). Mira absolutely adores her horse, but she doesn't want it taking up all of her time. She would love to be in a steady relationship - with someone she can count on. Her last one ended badly and she just wants to start all over.
Five Likes:
- Texting
- Modeling
- Cross Country Jumping
- Boys
- Country music
Five Dislikes:
- Assholes
- Stuck Up riders
- Celery
- Pop music
- Slaughterhouses
HOME LIFE...
Parents: Kailen and Jessamine Deslauriers
Siblings: Aileen Deslauriers - 9 months
Other: none
Riding History: Mira started out when she was 4 years old. Her mother, Jessamine was a 4* eventer, showing for team Canada. Mira got her first pony when she was 5, a medium welsh by the name of Mr. Candyman. She spent all of her days with him, riding, grooming and bonding. They competed in the medium pony classes at local hunter shows, when colic overtook Candy and killed him. Mira was devastated, and refused to ride for a good 6 weeks. Eventually, her mom bribed her back into riding with a Canadian Sport Horse mare by the name of Epona. She was a retired Olympic level eventer, but was still able to compete up to Preliminary. From there on, Epona helped Mira move up through the levels right up to Training, and schooling Prelim. Unfortunatly, they had to sell the beautiful mare so Mira could move up. And now she has her current horse, Whisky Romance, a 7 year old A Fine Romance gelding.
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ABOUT YOU...
Age: 16
Years RPing: 5 to 7
RL Horse Experience: 8 years riding experience
Example Post: minimum 200 words!Braydon Callahagn was not much for Halloween parties. Not that he didn’t enjoy his bevvies or partying. That he definitely loved. He wasn’t used to so many people out at the same time on the same day. He couldn’t complain though, he was totally ready for a grand time. And this time he was taking his friend Nush. Who was very, very much pregnant. It was good to get out, though he hadn’t had a damn clue what to go as. He thought about Nush, who’s options were pretty damn limited at stores when it came to a girl that far along pregnancy. In a way he felt kind of bad for her, but he was sure she could manage her Russian self. While he ran around his dorm looking for something decent to wear for the event, his phone buzzed a thousand times. ”Shite! Damn thing needs to shut the eff up.” Throwing it onto his bunk, he ran his hand through his hair. He wasn’t good with picking out clothes or costumes, but he probably had something from way way back. Digging through what used to be his closet, he found a cloak of some sorts, a white dress shirt and dress pants he usually used for small concerts, and surprisingly a set of fake fangs. ”Where the hell did those come from, ehSTAFF POSITIONS” He thought to himself. Shaking his head of blonde hair, he grudgingly stripped down to his boxers and threw on his black trousers. Stepping into the bathroom, he looked at himself in the mirror before shrugging on his shirt. He was pale enough, another trait of his pure Irish blood. Sometimes he hated that, coming from Ireland to New York. Everybody was so tanned compared to him. It was probably weird he was insecure like that, but everyone had to be insecure about something, rightSTAFF POSITIONS
After he was dressed, he slowly walked over to retrieve his phone, which was lying in a pile of dirty clothes on his bed from when he tossed it over earlier. Sitting down on his cluttered bed, he unlocked the phone, checking the time and instantly bolted upright. ”SHITE.Bollocks. Feis.” He only had 5 minutes to meet Annushka at the party, and he had to get a cab down there. Running a frustrated hand through his hair, he strode over to his dresser, kicking on his dress shoes and grabbing his cloak and his keys before he shut the door behind him. He half ran down the hallway before he ran outside and attempted at grabbing a cab. He was just plain horrible at grabbing taxis. He never had to back in Ireland, which made things SO much better. After waiting for what seemed like forever, he finally hailed one and shouted at the driver in half Gaelic, half English. The driver responded by flooring the car, driving towards the block party. It turned out, the driver couldn’t go past a certain point. ”Ah, bollocks.” He almost threw a $20 bill at the drivers angry face, sprinting out of the car. Trying to seem casual, he did this little Irish jig/run to get to Nush. He spotted her sitting down, doubled over in pain. ”Aye, Nush! What’s gotten into yaSTAFF POSITIONS” He heard her mutter something painful in Russian, and he knew something was wrong. ”Báibín. It’s the baby isn’t itSTAFF POSITIONS” He muttered a series of curse words. This could not be happening to Nush. He was so planning on getting boozed up and partied. ”Nush. Annushka. Stay calm, I’ll call for help. Shite shite shite.” He ran an anxious hand through his hair, getting his phone out and ready to call for help.
