Post by bacon on Aug 12, 2012 13:40:44 GMT -8
Samantha -- Marie -- Lawrence !
BASICS...
Face Claim:Leven Rambin
Full Name: Samantha Marie Lawrence
Nicknames: Sam, by close friends Sammy
Hair Colour: Blonde ( dyes Brunette for winter)
Eye Colour: Grey/Blue
Height: 5'9"
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Occupation: Student
Team: Cohaero
Goal for HA: Sam wants to become a sucsessful rider. Back home there wasn't much competition, so being here she will actually have someone put up a fight for first. She wants to be able to push her abilities farther than before. Not only sucessful but she wants to meet people outside of facebook, the mall and school.
Five Likes:
- Standing out
- Socializing
- Animals
- Most Sports
- Being Victorious
Five Dislikes:
- Cheerleading
- Hypocrates
- Losing
- Screwing Up
- Waiting
HOME LIFE...
Parents:
Jack Lawrence: Father:43
Kathy Emmet: Mother:39
Siblings:
Serena Lawrence: Sister:16
Other: Considers her cat and horses her kids but...
Riding History: Sam has been riding since she was eleven. She has ridden many horses at the old stable, along with several of her own. Popeye and her have been competing together for six years, in english competitions, all around the North East. Spoiled by her grandmother, she was given another horse Goliat, who she rode in english also.
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ABOUT YOU...
Age:14
Years RPing: On and off for 2 years
RL Horse Experience: I have always had horses, and did most of the training for two of my horses.
Example Post:Mike walked in to White Oak. His gelding had only been here for one day, and he wanted to make sure he was doing well. Ike greeted the blonde by sticking his head out of the stall. Mike rubbed the gelding's forehead, then looked into the stall. The grey still had a leaf and a half of hay in his hay rack. I Mike assessed the gelding's coat, and decided it was time for a nice grooming. He retreated towards his tack room, to get Ike's grooming kit, and halter. Mike returned to his gelding, placing his halter over the horses head. Leading him out of the stall, then clipping him to a set of cross ties. Meanwhile Lithe, had been crawling around on the edge of Ike's stall.
He picked up a brush, and groomed the Polish Arab. The brush he chose was a curry comb, shaped to fit your hand. Dirt surfaced from Ike quickly. After the currying was done, he pulled out a soft bristled brush. Ike stopped at some flies that made there way into the barn, and swished his tail, whipping Mike in the face. "Ow, thanks." He laughed at the gorgeous horse, and continued grooming. He didn't require much grooming, so it didn't take long. Mike finished the grooming, with cleaning out the hooves. Ike had traditional Arabian hooves. Hard. Fast Growing. "Well, looks like they are getting kinda long. Gonna have to get them trimmed."
Once Ike was groomed, Mike removed him from the cross-ties, letting him stand alone. The boy collected his grooming kit, and set it next the the door of Ike's stall, and picked up the Sugar Glider. When he returned to the gelding, he clipped on the lead rope. He threw the lead rope over the grey Polish Arab's withers. Mike continued forward with Lithe, on his shoulder, and Ike followed. "Good boy, time for you to roll and get dirty again." He rubbed Ike's face, and left the stable.
Mike led Ike to the third pasture, passing the first two. He saw a girl, and boy over there. She must have already let her horses go, and the boy had his horse next to him. Mike caught on the the boy saying "Do you mind if I put my horses in the pasture as wellSTAFF POSITIONS" He grinned at the comment. "Aww, come on. I have to askSTAFF POSITIONSDon't see why. My horse won't do anything. He shook that out of his mind, hearing her hum a song. Mike never heard it before and liked the tune. He walked to the gate, leading Ike in. Mike slipped Ike's halter off, and left the gelding in there. Who as soon as Mike was out took of, bucking letting some steam off. The he looked towards the two. "Hope you don't mind that I let him out." Mike grinned at them, sweetly, hoping he said it loud enough for the girl to hear.
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