Post by schuylerkinsley on Jan 3, 2013 17:28:17 GMT -8
SCHUYLER -- CLEMENTINE -- KINSLEY !
BASICS...
Face Claim: Charlotte Free
Full Name: Schuyler Clementine Kinsley
Nicknames: Kinsley or Sky
Hair Colour: blonde
Eye Colour: blue
Height: 5'4"
Age: 19
Gender: female
Occupation: student
Team:
Goal for HA: More than anything else, Sky wants to be alone. She's a competitor, that's for sure, but she doesn't play nice with others. She wants to win. The only beings she seems to care about are horses. She works hard at school so she can own her own horse barn and support herself as an adult. This schooling is for her future, not necessarily for making "friends." She makes acquaintances to get ahead, nothing more. Children, however, are a soft spot for her. She wants to show until she grows tired of it and then she plans on becoming a horse trainer/instructor.
Five Likes:
- sex, drugs, and rock n' roll
- the smell of cinnamon
- horses, horses, and more horses
- beating others at any sort of game
- being a sarcastic witch
Five Dislikes:
- someone besting her
- flowers--even just the smell
- distractions--aka relationships
- staying indoors
- sleeping in
HOME LIFE...
Parents: Micah Kinsley (45) and Raleigh Kinsley (42)
Siblings: Rowan Kinsley (15)
Other:
Grandma -- Nana Kinsley(76) : father's side, owns a beach house in California
Cousin -- Dane McCulin(24) : the closest family member, they've gone to parties together and always talk at family get togethers
Riding History:
Schuyler didn't grow up on a prestigious horse farm like most of the other students. She wasn't privileged. Instead, her parents owned two horses, one cow, and a dozen chickens. They had a a rickety two-stall "barn" with a pasture her father constructed himself. Sky grew up riding the horses, Bay and Valentine. Bay was a stallion and impregnated Valentine when Sky was twelve. She helped her mother deliver the foal, trying mightily not to get sick. The foal was an appaloosa/thoroughbred mix. She was a sweet little thing. And because of this, Sky's parents gifted her to their daughter.
She cared for and trained the horse by herself. The name she chose was Ruby, due to her red roan coat. She registered the horse as Flying Solo, already preferring loneliness to company. She had aspirations to compete. Sky read multiple books on horse training and learned what she could from her parents. By the time she was fifteen, Ruby was a more or less trained filly. She was proficient at both western and english. Sky started showing her at this stage in simple walk, trot, canter classes. She tried her hand at barrel racing and failed again and again until she finally managed to finish a course without any catastrophes. She even tried her hand at jumping. Everything Sky knows is self-taught, learned through observation, or read in a book.
At seventeen, she received basic lessons--that she could afford only because of her part-time job--and refined her techniques enough to be recognized in competition. She earned multiple blue ribbons and became quite the competitor over the next few years. She gained enough recognition to have younger "fans" and multiple rivals. She's well on her way to being great.
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ABOUT YOU...
Name/Alias: Red
Age: 20
Years RPing: almost 10 now
RL Horse Experience: 12 years of off and on lessons/shows/leasing
Example Post: minimum 200 words!It’s Christmas time again! How wonderful! How magical! How dull. Lyla saw Christmas as an excuse to buy herself as many presents as it took to warm her icy heart. This year, she might take home the whole mall.
She had finished her Christmas modeling shoot earlier that day. And she was fittingly dressed as a playboy centerfold. Lyla had never been ashamed of her body. And that’s what the shoot had called for: a red spandex tube top, a red mini skirt, knee-high black boots and a red Santa hat. At least she’d be safe if she got her period.
If you’ve got it, flaunt it. She heard her father’s voice in her mind and clenched her teeth against the unwanted visitor.
Her heels clicked with authority as she walked. Already, two shopping bags were in her hands, both from Victoria’s Secret. She hoped people waking by would mistake her for an Angel. By next year, she might just be one. Her agent was working fast. She was working 24/7 and gaining a large fan base. Plus, she had the height: 5’8”. And the breast size: B cup. Wouldn’t they just love to have a German AngelSTAFF POSITIONSShould could speak fluent German. And she still had the accent.
Santa, I’ve been such a good girl, won’t you make me an Angel for ChristmasSTAFF POSITIONS
What a laugh. Santa Clause. The “nice list.” Lyla could deal with being rich and naughty. Presents once a year wasn’t the type of incentive she needed to be “nice.”
Loud, incessant Christmas music was playing over the mall speakers. How annoying. She had no patience for it. Fuck Christmas cheer. The only “cheer” Lyla was interested in was her own. These laughing children and power-walking parents only served to piss her off.
She ducked into a generic clothing store to escape the crowd. Once she looked around, she couldn’t stomach the crap she was surrounded by. If her agent ever caught her here, he’d have her head. She strolled through the aisles of male clothes, scoffing at how cheap the fabric was.
She stopped a passing sales associate and said, “excuse me, sir. Were these shitty clothes made by a blind orphanSTAFF POSITIONSI could find better quality shit in a thrift store.” She smiled at him, eyes glistening with hatred.
Cheap clothes and people without power made her so glad that she was known as Queenie. They were all beneath her. And someone needed to bring them down on such a fabulous holiday.