Post by bella on Jul 20, 2012 9:49:19 GMT -8
JESSICA -- AVERY -- MARIL !
BASICS...
Face Claim: Liz Mace
Full Name: Jessica Avery Maril
Nicknames: Jessie, Jess
Hair Colour: blonde/brown
Eye Colour: blue
Height: 5'2''
Age: 19 years old
Gender: female
Occupation: student
Team: Cohaero
Goal for HA: jessica has a desire to get better. she has been riding since she was just a little girl and has always had a competitive side to her. she loves riding and competing and is here to improve her skills. she also wants to try and win a competition so that she knows that she really can compete with the people out here.
Five Likes:
- riding
- siblings
- horses/animals
- swimming
- friends
Five Dislikes:
- being alone
- losing
- apples
- mean people
- getting hurt
HOME LIFE...
Parents: Beth Ann Maril -- dead; Mark Maril -- dead
Siblings: Jennifer Maril -- 19; Cody Maril -- 21
Other: --
Riding History: jessica and her sister, jennifer, were born on june 7 in sydney, australia. they were born into a family of a doctor and a lawyer. they were a fairly rich family in australia, and they rarely had to worry about money. jessica grew up on a large farm with her family, starting to help her parents care for the horses when she was only 3 years old. she started her riding experience with her sister when she was 4 years old, and she received some of her first lessons from her mother. she loved the horses and knew everything about every one of the horses they had by the time she was 7 years old.
by the time she was 8 years old, she had her own pony to ride and care for. her parents gave her the pony at christmas time, and it was the best gift she could have asked for. she rode him for a long time, taking many lessons and always trying to preform to the best of her ability and get better. she absolutely loved riding, and she would do it in any free time that she had. her parents even allowed her to compete with her pony, many times getting her to the championships. she even has trophies and other prizes from winning so much.
at the age of 11, she had outgrown her small pony and was ready for a new one. this was when she got her prize horse, dusty. he was an amazing horse for her, and they soon connected. she trained with dusty for about a year before they started to compete, adding more trophies and prizes to her wide collection. around 2 years later, when jessica was 13, her dad got a job in the united states, and so they were all shipped here. she wouldn't leave her horse behind, though, and so they shipped him over here as well. within a year of their being here, the maril family, mark, beth ann, cody, jennifer, and jessica, was in a severe car accident, killing beth ann and mark. jessica, jennifer, and cody all became foster kids, but they came with their horses and had to stay together. so, after searching for a few years and being sent from family to family, after a while, they finally found a family that would take all three of them for a while. but they only had to live there for a while before they were old enough to come here to live and compete doing what they love.
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ABOUT YOU...
Age: 15 years old
Years RPing: about 4
RL Horse Experience: 9 years
Example Post:We had met again. After trying so hard to avoid each other, we had run into each other once more. In a crack in the wall, none-the-less! I had avoided his stupid warehouse ever since he had shot me, and I hadn't seen him since that day. I was quite sure if I would have gone back to the warehouse, he would have shot me again, but this time, I wouldn't be living through it. But this time, the fact that we were seeing each other again was not because of my stupidity. Instead, it was because I had found a crack in the wall to hide in and spend the night in, and Daz just so happened to be running from the police and stumble upon the same crack. So, curled up and pushed together in a crack only meant for one person, we had realized that we actually knew each other... unfortunately. As soon as I knew who he was, damn I tried to make his stay with me hell. Kicking at him, trying to stretch out to make him uncomfortable, and just trying to be a bitch to him. He had fucking shot me! What was I suppose to doSTAFF POSITIONSGive him a blanket and a pillow then let him sleep like a babySTAFF POSITIONSNo! He was going to regret shooting me. No matter how long it took. Even if the wound was all healed now, I wasn't about to let him get away with it.
Eventually, though, I had fallen asleep. It was probably the best sleep I had had in a while, too. The tight space around me made me feel almost... protected in a way. I wasn't sure how long I was out, but when I woke up, I was practically cuddling Daz. What the fuckSTAFF POSITIONSI thought, laying there a moment as I examined the situation. Somehow, I had managed to turn myself around, and my head rested against his chest. His arm rested over me, too, and once I realized what had happened, I quickly sat up. "What the hell do you think you're doingSTAFF POSITIONS" I practically yelled at him, trying to wake him up if he was awake. It didn't matter, though. It was just another thing that we could argue about. I didn't want to be here anymore, and I eventually started pushing Daz out. As soon as we stepped into the alley, though, we saw the cops blocking our way out. I watched Daz take off up the fire escape of one of the buildings. It only took me a moment to realize that I had to follow him. He knew how to get out of these things in this city. And unfortunately enough for him, he had to take me with him. If he didn't, I would end up getting caught, and it wouldn't take long for the cops to find Daz and his little gang.
I followed Daz up the building, trying to mimic his moves so that I, too, would be able to outrun the cops. I was awful at maneuvering over buildings. I was the shit when it came to disappearing in the forest, though. Unfortunately, I had had to move into the city, and that involved running on the tops of buildings. This one seemed easy, though, it was a very long one, and all I had to do was run... Until the gap came. Daz easily jumped over the thing, of course. His long, strong legs helped him do this easily. I, on the other hand, had short, not as strong legs, and I started to slow down before I got to the edge of the building. I leaned over the side of the building, looking down at the street below. It was a long way down, but it was either try and fail or not try and go to jail. Then there was that slight chance that I would make it out alive. In that case, I wasn't quite sure what I would do. But I couldn't just give up... No. If I was going to die, I was going to die trying.
Backing up, I put as much distance between me and the edge as I could before I took off at a dead sprint, only able to pray that I would make it. When I got to the edge, I jumped as hard as I could, eyes wide and scared as the other building steadily approached me. I reached the other building, and my feet hit first before they easily got tangled, and I fell, rolling over to avoid much injury. I laid there a moment, breathing, as I realized I was still alive. "God... That's ridiculous..." I mumbled, practically to myself. As soon as I accepted that I was still alive, I stood, shaking slightly from the adrenaline and maybe a little from fear, but I wouldn't admit that to anyone. I continued to follow Daz across this building before he found a ladder. I watched as he started climbing down the latter. I shook my head and quickly followed, only slipping once as we made our way down the ladder. Eventually, he made a leap from the ladder to a window and slipped inside the building. I only examined the jump for a moment before doing exactly as he had, also slipping inside the building.
Once inside, I sighed and moved away from the window. It was dark in the room, and I looked around, looking for Daz. Maybe my eyes hadn't adjusted yet or maybe he was hiding from me, but I couldn't find him no matter how hard I looked. He made me slightly nervous when I couldn't find him, and I placed a gentle hand on my knife as I moved around the room, careful to stay away from the window. Eventually, I found a crate. I flipped it over and sat it in a corner, slowly sitting on it with my back against the wall. I still hadn't found Daz, and I didn't trust him enough to turn my back to him. I wouldn't doubt that he would kill me in a heartbeat if I gave him the chance. So I wasn't going to give him that chance yet. I wanted to continue to live. Now if the cops found us, I'd beg to be shot. But until then, living would have to do.
