Post by elena on Jan 3, 2013 15:28:33 GMT -8
ELENA -- ROSE -- KENNEDY!
BASICS...
Face Claim: Candice Accola
Full Name: Elena Rose Kennedy
Nicknames: - - -
Hair Colour: blonde
Eye Colour: blue
Height: 5'6
Age: 19 years
Gender: female
Occupation: student
Team:
Goal for HA: Elena's future is in a constant change. Her mind is never made up of what she would like to do with her life, all she knows is she can barely afford living on her own. Hollow Aspen was the cheapest place she found that was relatively close to her family and she could keep her beloved mount. However, now with being a high school drop out for competing, her life depends on the horses.Elena has a very large dream that she relies on, but is aware that it will never come true. She would like to help people understand the horse world. She is currently deeply in the research of Natural Horsemanship and learning to communicate with your horse with very little. She wants to bring her knowledge to world and help horses with people problems. However, she struggles with finances and with mistakes in the past, it's hard for her to build up her reputation and get popular with the horse world.
Five Likes:
- horses
- painting
- singing
- country music
- journals
Five Dislikes:
- being second choice
- stress
- drugs
- the dark
- pressure
HOME LIFE...
Parents: Charlotte Kennedy -- deceased , Robert Kennedy -- Arabian Halter Champion
Siblings: Chase Kennedy -- show jumping circuit for France
Other: - - -
Riding History: Elena grew up around horses from as long as she could remember. Her mother was had a very large fear of horses and restricted Elena's abilities to work with horses. Elena did very little with the horses and grew up as a typical little girl. Dreaming of riding lessons, and many other unthinkable opportunities that would never come. Charlotte pressured Elena into modeling where she started a career at fifteen. She modeled for little companies and built up a portfolio. At seventeen her mother got into an awful car accident which took her life. Elena was forced to move in with her father who had left her mother three years prior to the accident. Elena knew her father had an awful drinking history but was a well showman in any halter class, breeding some of the finest Arabians within the States.
It didn't take long for Elena to move in and feel at home the best she could. It was surprising to live life from years ago, however this time she was more aware. She watched the torture that went through the barns with her fathers beautiful stallions. They were locked into a small dark stables isolated from other horses where they were harassed with torches and electricity to bring spirit to their appearance. Or so that was what judges in the arena saw. The sight was breath taking and she couldn't believe how cruel the horses were being treated. Mares were underweight and the stallions became aggressive with fear.
Living with her dad though brought her an opportunity to work with horses. She had very little to comment on with her fathers behavior and worked on her own career with horses.Her dad bought Elena a three year old Thoroughbred that had come off the track and was quite feisty. She took intense lessons with one of the best dressage coaches and watched as her horses personality and spirit faded away. Whenever she brought it up, they told her he was simply becoming broke, a good mount for anyone. Hesitant she accepted the answer and carried on with the intense lessons, watching as the young Thoroughbred exhausted himself.
Finally Elena's father kicked her out and she moved out with a friend who ended up in jail just weeks later. Elena kept up with horses, giving up on lessons and deciding to try a whole new approach on things. She heard of famous names such as Pat Parrelli. However she grew a very large dislike with his training methods, noticing how there was very little respect with the horses. So she carried on watching Clinton Anderson videos and Buck Brennamen clinics. These men inpsired her to try these techniques with a troubled horse. She found herself way too deep and now in trouble because she isn't quite sure how to cope with such an emotionally damaged horse. By building up her confidence she began helping people out with their small problems and was told she had a gift, but now, she's in for a rocky ride.
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ABOUT YOU...
Name/Alias: chezz!
Age: 15
Years RPing: 5
RL Horse Experience: 9 years
Example Post: minimum 200 words!Nares inhaled a heavy aching breath as pillars stepped off the ramp of yet another trailer. Fiery locks stained with blood from others rested over his dark mocha eyes, showing a tired, distance feeling. Nape hung his skull closer to the floor of the action place, a place that he became much too comfortable in. Whip banner slashed at his sides as blood patches ran over his barrel. Although there wasn't a single injury on him with the exception of a massive gash in the center of his chest that would be needing veterinary care, and the flesh wound that ran down his forehead an inch below his eyes, other than that, he he nothing else on him, though more blood stained him than what actually came from the wounds. Pillars were trembling, his stride unsteady and slow as shock continued to overtake the brute. Stumbling over his own hooves he quickly picked himself up with care, his knees running over the gravel floor, picking up dust particles as he struggled back to his feet. Tiara shook lazily as the buted equine wandered into a small rectangular pen. It wasn't the most desired place to go, but it meant he could stop walking. It hadn't taken long for the news to spread about the injuries of what seemed to be the flashy warmblood, under the caked blood, mud and clearly disaster.
Due to the kill of his once master, he had no name, no story nothing. He was simply just another brown horse, that looked like he was on his last legs. Depression swallowed the thin frame, his tiara lowered in his pen, gazing at the horse across him. Though there was still a fire, yet nothing he was familiar with. It was more of an aggressive fire, rather than the energetic, bubbly equine he once was, more than happy to please though at the moment he wanted nothing to do with pleasing. As a female of a little size, maybe only a few years of age had wandered up to the fence of the little paddock where the battered equine stood. Her voice was high, her arms flailing around towards him. Some how, his brawny bodice finding an energy he's never found, torso jumped forward and ivory fangs bared towards the female, jaw snapping near her hands, his twin audits laid against his skull like they never exist. Where this attitude came from, he wasn't sure, but he could feel his body craving something new, and different.
As the girl's scream of terror entered the brute's mind, satisfactory crushed his body and the feeling soon became a necessity. As the mother of the little girl pulled the little body away quickly and hurried along, the silence relaxed his tense muscles as his orbs closed quietly, his body turned away from the people wandering through the auction paddocks, gasping at the condition the brute was in. He knew he wasn't the handsomest horse in here, he wasn't the tallest, he was cleaned up to put the best show on and get the best price, he knew why he was here. He wasn't going to have a chance in that ring, he was going to rest it up in here for a while then will be moved into a cattle liner. Maybe it was for the best, his running low on faith and hope, but what else was left to do. Shifting his balance, he took a small sigh, lungs pressing against his rib cage before contracting, and then the process would be repeated.
Few hours had gone by, all of the two-legged species had left for the auction to watch as horses ran through, maybe finding forever homes or just going home to home like he experienced. Harks flicked back as the faint sound of the auctioneer's voice broke his silence, his nape carried his tiara up a little bit. The wound on his chest as tried and scabbed over , though as he lifted his head, the scabs were breaking and crimson liquid was beginning to run down his chest once again. Pillars were becoming shaky again, maybe because the slight pain reminded him of the accident, but after running through all optioned, he legs had decided they were going to just fold under him. His body rested in the shaving, his chest staining all of the wood shavings carefully, the side of his barrel leaned against the metal fence, his nape ached lightly as he rested the velvet maw on the pale brown shavings, orbs closing again in hopes of getting some more rest before his time was up.