Post by ashyn on Aug 7, 2012 21:26:17 GMT -8
HANNA -- MARIE -- BURGESS !
BASICS...
Face Claim: ariana grande
Full Name: Hanna Marie Burgess
Nicknames: HannaMarie, HannaMay, Hannabo, Hanney, Hannabanana
Hair Colour: strawberry blond (but died bright red or dark brown all the time)
Eye Colour: brown
Height: 5'6
Age: 19
Gender: female
Occupation: student
Team: Polleo
Goal for HA: Hanna strides to be the top competitor in the area, she wants to be the best of the best and her drive and will and dedication to do so is immense, intimidating. Hanna is also dedicated to her studies. She has her future in mind, wanting to be an equine physical therapist, equine genetics being plan B. She will one day take over her family's barn in Cali, as it's a family business and her parents are bound to retire.
Five Likes:
- dressage/ riding in general
- dying her hair
- bright colors
- winter
- painting/drawing and/or sketching
Five Dislikes:
- summer
- coffee
- rain
- coconut
- burlap
HOME LIFE...
Parents: Martin & Jennifer Burgess
Siblings: Noelle Burgess
Other:
Riding History: Hanna's parents own and manage their own large english riding barn in Santa Rosa, California. She's been riding since she was very young, starting her competitive career at the mere age of eight. She immediately took to riding, showing an immense natural talent for the discipline of dressage. Her transitions were always smooth and quiet, from the start with little schooling. She got along with most horses on the barn site. After outgrowing most of the school ponies at age fourteen, Hanna's wealthy parents purchased her a young British Sport Horse colt named Armour Decapria, or Dublin. He was young and inexperienced, but well tempered, exceptionally bred, and trained by the top trainers in the state. Hanna out majority of her time either keeping the colt legged up and schooled, or showing him locally. Now that she's eighteen, Hanna wants to take her showing to a new level. Of the Canadian sorts.
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ABOUT YOU...
Age: fifteen
Years RPing: five
RL Horse Experience: I own five horses currently. I've been riding since age ten, but have only owned my own horse since I was twelve. In the past, I've tried western pleasure, as well as other western disciplines, english, etc. I used to ride on a mounted drill team, but for various reasons, I had to quit. Now I've found that my number one passion in life is barrel racing. Nothing beats that rush.
Example Post:Hanna waltzed under the bright yellow tent and approached the chunky little colored lady behind the collapsable plastic table. The woman didn't offer a greeting smile, but instead a sweaty glare. yesSTAFF POSITIONSI need a amateur open dressage pattern copy. Her voice rang out in confidence, and she offered a small smile that maybe the poor woman would cling to in her current stage of heat endorsed grumpiness. But no such luck. She flicked Hanna a copy of the pattern across the table and turned back to her misted fan. aaaaaaalrighty then.. An image of Jim Carey flashed through her mind and it was all she could do to stifle a giggle as she flitted out from under the shade of the tent.
The sun hit Hanna's bright locks of red like a wall. Oh how she hated summer time. If only show season were in the fall... Blowing out a sigh at the thought of persperation, she quickly made her way to the sweet safety of the barn. Once inside the doors and out of the mid-summer heat, Hanna had a chance to assess the situation at hand. Everybody who was anybody was bustling about the barn, collecting freshly scrubbed tack, cleaning down freshly scrubbed horses, or simply doing a good job of looking utterly stressed. Hanna didn't feel the need to feel stress. She breathed in then released it in a sigh, scanning over all the rushing bodies to find a familiar blaze embedded golden head sticking out of his half door, watching the frantic beings with big curious brown eyes. Hanna grinned.
With long strides, the redhead met her stead at the stall door, looking in to assess the damage. Dublin had been bathed that morning, as well as braided. But he was famous about getting into messy situations when he was spotless. Somehow, the only thing that seemed off was the end of his freakishly long pearly white tail, which had skimmed the stall floor, meaning a bit of poo Hanna hadn't gotten the chance to clean up since she had gone for the pattern. Shaking her head and tossing a meaningless "tsk tsk" at the stallion, she slipped out of her riding boots and into her mucking boots and set to work cleaning up the manure, pitchfork and wheelbarrow in hand. When that small task was finished, she slipped the expensive leather halter over his pretty head and lead him to the washracks, determined the return that gorgeous tail back to its original state.
Dublin was obviously uncomfortable as soon as he stepped out of the barn and into the blazing heat of the day. His thin coat of deep bronze twitched at the intensity and his dirty tail flicked in impatience. But he still held his head in his usual pride and walked alongside Hanna faithfully. People stared. They always did. He was such an unusual shade, such a dark palomino, but such bright white embellishments, the contrasted wickedly. That's what had caught her eye at age fourteen, when Mom and Dad had taken her to pick out one of the colts from a large production sale in southern Cali. He was the flashiest. And she knew that was a good start. Especially now, as people gawked when the sun hit him, nearly blinding them. He really was impressive, Hanna had to admit. Victoria, BC, Canada had never seen a team quite like these two. But they were in for a wild ride this year.
