Post by ayla on Jul 22, 2012 17:31:51 GMT -8
KAYLA -- SAMANTHA -- BRENTWOOD !
BASICS...
Face Claim: Mona Johannesson
Full Name: Kayla Samantha Brentwood
Nicknames: Kayla, Kay
Hair Colour: Light brown
Eye Colour: Blue
Height: 5'7"
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Occupation: Student
Team: Fidens
Goal for HA: Kayla's always been winning-oriented. The horse comes first, of course, but if the horse can't keep up with her... well, it won't be her horse for long. She was always lucky enough to have high-quality horses in her youth years (enough quality for a Congress or World Champion belt buckle for every day of the week), but a successful youth career doesn't always lead to a successful career in training - which is exactly what she wants to do. Hollow Aspen is the best choice to put the final touches on her riding, and get her name out there.
Five Likes:
- All-around riding
- Winning
- Quarter horses (stock breeds in general, really)
- Popcorn
- Shopping
Five Dislikes:
- Over-ridden horses
- Anyone who thinks pleasure classes are easy
- Hunter hack
- Math
- The sound of the microwave beeping
HOME LIFE...
Parents: Michael Brentwood (father - 46) and Carolyn Brentwood (stepmother - 39); Calvin Ames (stepfather - 47) and Melinda Ames (mother - 45)
Siblings: Leah Jameson (full sister - 22), Alexander Brentwood (full brother - 19), Chandler Ames (half brother - 15)
Other: Benjamin Jameson (brother-in-law - 21), Leah's husband, who Kayla thinks is pretty cool and thus considers him Real Family instead of just some guy her sister married.
Riding History: Kayla grew up in Ohio, and when she wanted riding lessons at age five, she got them. In her town, the nearest riding lessons were at a Quarter Horse show barn, and as it turned out, Kayla never left that barn. She got her first horse at age nine, a broke to death western pleasure mare, and while the horse wasn't too special, Kayla managed some good placings in horsemanship and showmanship. Her first blue ribbon was what proved to her parents that she was serious, and from then on Kayla was supported wholeheartedy. Her next horse was more of an all-arounder, and that gelding won her her first Congress championship, and nearly a world championship, too (except for the unfortunate stumble right in front of the judge). Those successes were enough to get her riding sale horses, and by the time she was fifteen, Kayla was riding three horses a day after school and showing at every opportunity. That year she rode to a horsemanship win at Congress, and by the time she was eighteen she had scored five big wins on five different horses.
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ABOUT YOU...
Age: 17
Years RPing: eight-ish
RL Horse Experience: I've been riding for thirteen years, and I show Arabs and Half-Arabs on the A circuit.
Example Post:At home it was normal for Aubrey to cool out horses bareback. At home she liked to feel a relaxed, tired-out horse after her ride. At home the horses always appreciated a cool breeze on sweaty skin. Apparently bareback was Not A Thing here at Brass Ring, as Aubrey had recently discovered.
Her story was simple: Winston had suffered through eleven hours in trailer over the past two days, and his layover in Middleofnowhere, Ohio wouldn't let Aubrey ride him around. Liability issues and things like that; she understood, but that didn't make it any better. The gelding was stiff and sweaty from standing so long, even if he did trailer well. So Aubrey did what she would do at home: brought him to the indoor arena and jumped on him bareback in skinny jeans, flats, and a tee shirt. No big deal, rightSTAFF POSITIONS
Wrong, apparently. A groom had yelled at her and practically pulled her off the horse. Aubrey barely bit back a string of curses and walked Winston as calmly as she could back to his stall and put him away, still a little damp. She was fuming with dual anger and embarrassment.
Maybe she could just forget all this and start bringing in her things from the trailer. She had a trunk that weighed about a million pounds by itself and a saddle to boot, and it wasn't going to bring itself in. Aubrey walked out to her trailer, where her trainer was talking with some other woman. Probably another trainer, by the looks of her breeches and boots. Aubrey jumped into the tack room portion of the trailer and hauled out her trunk; thank god her dad had installed wheels, or she would never get it places.
After a few minutes of pushing and groaning, Aubrey got it set up in front of Winston's stall. She flopped down on the top and leaned back against the stall wall, a picture of relaxation. "Hey, buddy, we're home," she murmured to Winston as the chestnut gelding poked his nose out of the feed door.
