Post by Max Black on Jan 4, 2013 11:40:07 GMT -8
Max-- Mitchell -- Black !
BASICS...
Face Claim: Sean O'Pry.
Full Name: Max Mitchell Black.
Nicknames: Just Max.
Hair Colour: Black.
Eye Colour: Blue.
Height: 6"1.
Age: 20 years old.
Gender: Male.
Occupation: Student.
Team:
Goal for HA: His goal is one that may never come true for most... But just maybe for him. He doesn't want to be the best rider or the hottest guy on mount. No, he'd rather develop a deeper bond with the horses he owns and start his own horse rescue business one day. Already having a deep connection with horses, he strives to learn more about them and deepen any bonds with horses that have been abused, neglected, or just need a little love. Have you guessed yet that he has a deeper connection with horses then with peopleSTAFF POSITIONSIt's true, he does better with horses then with people, preferring to be around horses then hang out in a crowd. But this leads to one other goal, to be popular and hang out more with kids (people) his own age.
Five Likes:
- Horses.
- Painting.
- Writing.
- Reading.
- Volunteering at animal shelters.
Five Dislikes:
- People who neglect horses.
- People who are abusive to their pets or horses.
- People who think they are better than others.
- People who just own horses or other animals to show off.
- And lastly people who think they know it all.
HOME LIFE...
Parents:
Alex Isaac Black- father.
Diane Marie Black- mother- deceased.
Siblings: None. (Only child.)
Other: His father promised to keep in contact, but never kept that promise and barely writes to him any more.
Riding History: To get to his story, we must go to his parents. Where to beginSTAFF POSITIONSHis father was a champion rider, having won many shows and such. It was at one of these shows he met a girl. They were just teenagers, but hit it off right away. That day they stayed after the show as late as they could before their rides came to take them back to their dorms. They knew they were from different teams, and that they wouldn't see each other much.. So they gave each other their phone number and name and went back to their dorms with joy and sorrow at once. They called each other every week, or whenever they could, but they soon lost contact while school came back in session. The father Alex graduated, and attending his graduation was Diane. She found him and gave him a kiss, and without a ring or papers, he proposed to her on the spot.
It took him a while to save up money for a house, but eventually after living in an apartment for a while they moved into a house. A year later they got married and around that same time found out they were expecting. A child was born, named Max Mitchell Black. He was raised to love horses, and started riding on a pony before he could walk... With his dad holding him on, of course. He soon started to bond with horses, riding whenever he got upset or needed space. His parents started arguing more and more, so he rode more and more to get away from it. Never did it occur to him to take riding lessons, he figured his parents would never want to pay for them. His birthday came, and he got a yearling filly as a present.
One night when he was sixteen, after a particularly bad argument with his father, his mother stormed out and started riding at a gallop in the rain. Max ran out the door after her and mounted his horse to go after her, but before he could get on his horse he watched as she turend the horse too fast and.. in seemingly slow motion the horse reared and fell in the mud. His mother was sent to the hospital, where she was in a coma for several days. The doctors didn't say much until they informed the family that she would be in a vegetable state, breathing on an oxygen tank, for the rest of her life.. And gave the sad and shocking advice to start thinking about after life expenses. A week later they pulled the plug, and Max's mother dyed on the spot. Meanwhile his dad started to become paranoid about everything and refused to let him ride.
He sold all the horses, though Max convinced him to let a friend look after his own horse which he had named Midnight Storm.. Or Storm for short. After two years of visiting Storm and riding her in secret, he begged his dad to let him go to riding school.. His dad reluctantly agreed, and so he was sent off for the school. And so his journey begins.
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ABOUT YOU...
Name/Alias: Stephanie.
Age: 23.
Years RPing: 8.
RL Horse Experience: Not much riding skills, but I do have a strong bond with horses. PS: I'm taking riding lessons this spring and summer.
Example Post:(From a dog RP I was on.)
The day was gloomy and gray, the sun had risen over the horizon several hours ago... Yet it was still early, perhaps only seven in the morning. But time didn't matter to canines, nor to one particular canine. The tan and white corgi was walking through the city with her head down, and as it started to rain her body shivered a little.
Thunder sounded overhead, lightening flashing over the darkening horizon. The skies were quickly going from gray to black, the already cold autumn air turning slightly more chilly. The corgi, known as Jinx, wandered past what looked like a body of large water.. Known otherwise as the beach.
She had never seen the ocean or even large lakes before. Blinking a few times, she saw the high waves washing ashore in the storm on what would otherwise be a calmer body of water. Deciding to go have a closer look at the white sandy beach and roaring waves, she came down the slope and looked around, sniffing a crab as it waddled by. Unfortunately, the crab didn't take too kindly to being examined by her, and a claw clamped down on her nose. Rearing upward and shaking her head to and fro, she sent the crab flying through the air while her nose bled from where the claw had clamped down on it... Whining softly, she went towards the water to wash off her nose...
As she came towards the water she dipped her nose into the water and yelped. It was salty, and it hurt her cut worse then the original claw had hurt. Stinging her nose, she swiped a paw over her nose in an attempt to get the sting out of it. Burying her nose in the sand, she only got minor relief. Her stomach growled as she looked around, hoping to find a rabbit or something to eat.. There was none, only the crab.. An idea formed, but she didn't favor the idea.. But as her stomach growled she stalked up in the direction of the crab, unaware she could likely snag a fish from the water with more ease. Then again she knew nothing of lakes, oceans, or rivers, for she had rarely seen any, and never one this big.
"Oh how did I manage to get into this mess.." She said more to herself then to anyone. She approached the crab and bit down into it, its claw quickly clamped around her lower jaw. She whined as she bit down harder, a growl coming from her throat as a renewed fury came over her when the crab tried to clamp down her tongue, yet failed.
The crabs grip loosened, she found that it was quite dead.. As the crabs dead claw dropped lifelessly, she attacked the claw, as if to teach the dead crab a lesson or perhaps just get revenge. Then her stomach growled, reminding her of the true reason why she had killed the crab to begin with.
A gusty wind came by her and the scent of the crab and blood wafted into her nostrils, she examined the crabs shell with interest and then bit into it, chewing on the shell and spitting out as much of the shell as she could.. She kept on biting into the crab, chewing and spitting the shell until she reached meat. It wasn't much, hardly enough to put her stomach to ease, but it was food. As she finished the crab, she briefly wondered what had come over her.. She wasn't usually so aggressive towards her prey. Maybe it was the fact that she hadn't eaten a good meal in so long.. If only she had stuck with a pack, maybe then she could at least have a good meal every now and then. Maybe even a mate, pups, or something of a family. Tears filled her eyes, she blinked them away. Sitting down, she looked around and let out a lonely howl.