Post by brendancollier on Oct 18, 2012 13:38:38 GMT -8
BRENDAN -- COLLIER
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BASICS...
Face Claim: Thomas Dekker
Full Name: Brendan Collier
Nicknames: Brent
Hair Colour: Dark brown
Eye Colour: Blue
Height: Approx 5ft 6
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Occupation: Student
Team:STAFF POSITIONSSTAFF POSITIONS
Goal for HA: Brent’s main goal is to find somewhere that he fits. He’s always been “y’know, that kid. The quiet that does the weird drawings”, never part of the popular crowd and something of an outsider. He was bullied a fair bit as a child and even though that has mostly faded as he has matured, old scars run deep. At HA he (well, his parents mainly) hope that a common love of horses will help him fit into a social grouping better as well as progress his education. Brent also hopes it will give him and his mare the experience and contacts they need to compete on a grander scale. Eventually he hopes to be a carriage driving instructor.
Five Likes:
- Open minded people.
- Combined driving and eventing.
- Art, particularly surrealism and high fantasy.
- Reptiles.
- Quiet.
Five Dislikes:
- Huge crowds.
- Bullies and jocks.
- Elitism.
- Pop music.
- Attention whores.
HOME LIFE...
Parents: Damien and Alison Collier. Born in Ireland, moved to Canada two years after Brent was born following Damien’s work promotion.
Siblings: None.
Other: Dart and Smoke, his breeding pair of corn snakes.
Riding History: Alison, Brent’s mother, had always ridden and when her son was a child she encouraged him to take up the sport. Brent quickly fell in love with working with and riding these huge, gentle beasts and when he was eight his mother bought him his first pony, a Connemara gelding named Finn. The two quickly became inseparable. Sadly by the time Brent was fourteen he had outgrew Finn and the pony was sold on, Brent using the money (plus some borrowed from his mother) to buy his first proper horse, a black sabino Anglo-Arab mare named Tempest. Brent and Tempest competed in beginner novice eventing and everything was going well, until one day a bad fall cross country resulted in Brent fracturing his hip. Tempest escaped with a few scrapes and bruises and an aversion to ditch jumps.
Unable to ride for the best part of a year, Brent’s parents hired someone to break Tempest to harness so Brent could still work with her even while he was injured. The pair took to it quickly and soon found a love for combined driving, Brent keeping it up even when fully healed and began to take to the local show circuit when they seem to be flourishing, winning or placing most times out.
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ABOUT YOU...
Name/Alias: Sam
Age: 25
Years RPing: About 6
RL Horse Experience: Started riding when I was 8, got my first horse when I was 15. Competed at foxhunter level showjumping until she had to be put to sleep after fracturing her coronet. Spent a few years away from horses, adopted a rescue Thoroshire two years ago and compete him in local one-day combined driving events.
Example Post:The sun was just beginning to set over the horizon, Tempest’s dark form silhouetted against the burning reds and oranges of the sky as she grazed in the paddock. Brent knew it wouldn’t be long now until they would be leaving this little farm behind to head to the swish boarding school, and there was a part of him that didn’t really want to go. He knew that it would open up more opportunities for them, give them a better chance at success, but it just wouldn’t be home. This run-down little livery yard had been Brent’s second home since before he could remember, and despite all the fancy promises of the academy he was sad to be leaving this place and all the people he had come to know like family behind.
The melodic symphonies of ‘Mouth’ by Paradise Lost filtered through the earbuds from Brent’s iPod, the intricacies of the theme of the song lost on him but the emotion and skill of the voice very much not. Brent sat on the edge of the water trough, looking out over the field where Tempest and two of the other livery mares grazed. His sketchbook lay open in his lap, the scene unfolding on the page one of peace and serenity, three horses grazing in a field in front of the setting sun. The manes of two of the horses, ones that would become chestnut and palomino, swirling up into the sky, creating the waves of golden colours of the setting sun. The other horse was dark, her mane swirling higher than the others, framing the picture with the inkiness of the night sky.
Brent stared at the picture for a long moment, chewing the end of his pencil in thought. Would the paddocks be as green and serene at the academySTAFF POSITIONSWould Tempest settle down into a new place and new routine surrounded by new peopleSTAFF POSITIONSWould he have as much difficulty finding his place there as he had done everywhere elseSTAFF POSITIONSOnly time would tell…