Post by Cara Kitchi on Apr 15, 2009 2:47:21 GMT -5
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”Show me your horse
and I’ll tell you who you are ”[/b][/font]
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with the occasional spot and some veins[/b][/color][/font][/center]
NICKNAME(S): Cara
AGE: 14
BIRTHDATE: 20th September
GENDER: Female
GRADE: Freshman
SEXUALITY: Straight
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and not all of it you can see[/color][/font][/b][/center]
WEIGHT: 80
BUILD: Slim but well muscled
TATTOOS & PIERCINGS: None
FACE CLAIM: Carmen Moore
GENERAL:
over and over the same old lines[/b][/SIZE][/color][/font][/center]
LIKES:
DISLIKES:
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thoughts make me go insane[/b][/SIZE][/color][/font][/center]
SIBLINGS: None
OTHER: Family doesn’t want to know her
HISTORY:
i’ve got a family and i drink cups of tea[/b][/color][/font][/center]
NAME: Feather
BREED: Gypsy Vanner
DISCIPLINE: English (Jumping, Dressage, Mounted Games)
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i’ve got familiar faces[/b][/color][/font][/center]
Age: Old enough
Contacts: (PM is fine) PM
Other characters:
Fun fact: Cara is a character I created as the main character in a story I’m writing.
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and I’ve got favourite places[/b][/color][/font][/center]
SAMPLE POST:
Cara-Jean asked the mare to halt just inside the gate as she turned to answer the man’s question. “Since she has been traveling for a while, I’d rather just ride bareback. Especially if she’s been unsettled.” She rubbed the mare’s forehead as she clicked her tongue and led the horse to the mounting block. “Come, sweet.” She whispered as she gather the mare’s mane, bounced once on the block and landed softly onto the mare’s back. “Steady.” She said as she settled herself.
As the girl settled onto the horse’s back, Phoenix’s ears flattened and the mare launched herself into the air as she bucked and took off around the ring.
“Cara!” The men yelled from the fence.
Cara-Jean leaned backward, wrapped her legs around the mare’s sides and buried her hands into the chestnut mane. “Easy baby.” She sang gently. “It’s okay, I’m sorry.” After they had been around the arena a couple of times, she applied a little pressure on the rope to turn the horse’s head. “Walk time.” Finally she got through the mare’s panic and the horse began to respond to her hand and leg and did a hindquarter yield before coming to a trembling halt. “There’s a good girl.” She whispered as she nudged the mare forward and they walked calmly around the arena and came to a halt.
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, Cara-JEANALYSSAKITCHI !
[/size]”Show me your horse
and I’ll tell you who you are ”[/b][/font]
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, this is my face covered in freckles !
[/color][/font]with the occasional spot and some veins[/b][/color][/font][/center]
NICKNAME(S): Cara
AGE: 14
BIRTHDATE: 20th September
GENDER: Female
GRADE: Freshman
SEXUALITY: Straight
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, this is my body covered in skin !
[/color]and not all of it you can see[/color][/font][/b][/center]
WEIGHT: 80
BUILD: Slim but well muscled
TATTOOS & PIERCINGS: None
FACE CLAIM: Carmen Moore
GENERAL:
I'm roughtly 5 feet (yeah, there's a large possibility that I could be shorter. I have waist length black hair and cat-like blue/green/yellow eyes that change with my mood. I am on the slim side but well toned and slim due to her years training in different sports: gymnastics, figure skating, ballet, martial arts and the equestrian sports (I have coaches that keep telling me I'm not slim enough though "lighter means higher" and all that). I Have the copper colouring of my mother, but have been told that my face shows Father's Japanese origin.[/ul]
No one would ever know how long my hair actually is unless they saw it at night moments before I retire. My hair is always pulled out of my face and held back in a bun or a doubled plait. If I am not wearing Jodhpurs, a shirt and boots around the barn or in a leotard in the gym or studio, I am wearing a pant suit. I am always dressed for success.
You may look at my straight back and slightly titled chin and think that I am a snob, but it is no more than years and years of being trained to stand like a dancer. Remember, I am a prima ballerina as well as an elite gymnasts.
, and this is my mind it goes !
[/color]over and over the same old lines[/b][/SIZE][/color][/font][/center]
Due to my height, or lack there-of, I'm used to not being noticed by people around me, I'm happy to remain in the shadows as I've pretty much been a “pebble in someones' shoe” since the death of my parents. I have been in foster care most of my life, and because of this am used to change and not a lot fazes me. Due to my past, I am well spoken in a number of different languages, but will not show the fact off. I am soft spoken and will only speak up if called upon or if I see an animal or child being abused for no fault of their own. It takes a lot to break past the wall that I have built around myself, but once you manage to see through it, I am no more than a fourteen year old girl with a strong passion for what I do. I tend to get a little bored in classes and some of my past teachers have used the words "baby genius" to describe me, but I'm really no different to everyone else. If I find another way to do something other than how the teacher has explained, I'll do it and then explain my findings to the teacher later. My one main fault (so my shrink says) is that I am obedient “to a fault”.
I also have a photographic memory, which is good and bad. I can remember an entire book after reading it only once, but I can’t for the life of me remember anything about my parents. My memory does however allow me to play music by ear. I enjoy working with horses that everyone else has given up on. If you want to get to know me, you need to give me the chance to allow you into my bubble. Push me too hard and I will treat you with all the respect that is due to you, but I won’t talk to you any more than I have to.
I am very tidy (overly tidy you might say), a place for everything and everything in its place - clothes and belongings). I have always live on a schedule that if everything wasn’t where it should be, I wouldn’t be able to cope (also something to do with the fact that I have been a serving girl in so many houses that cleanliness is next to godliness and all that). My past school students have often joked that even dust bunnies are too scared to come near me.
LIKES:
• Children
• Horses
• Dancing
•Gymnastics
• Knowledge
DISLIKES:
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• Loud noises
• Males (not really “dislikes” but is a little hesitant around them)
• Pain
• “Labelled” horses
• Crowded places
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, and this is my brain it’s tortures analytcal !
[/color]thoughts make me go insane[/b][/SIZE][/color][/font][/center]
SIBLINGS: None
OTHER: Family doesn’t want to know her
HISTORY:
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I was born to Illoynda and Makoto Kitchi in Edinburgh, Scotland. My family moved to America shortly after I was born, and Father quickly made a name for himself in the automotive industry. The factory where Father worked was blown up one night when Ma went to visit her husband, neither adult made it out of the building. Even though I was only a mere toddler, Father had already planned out my life and in his will had named all the schools I was to attend, fortunately most of them boarding schools with high academic and sport standards (what an expectation I had to live up to). Before the schooling started (and in between schools), I spent a lot of my time in and out of foster homes Europe and some further.
Pretty much ever since I was made a ward of the state (or universe however you look at it), my life was controlled by other people. I started gymnastic and ballet at 20 months, was first put on a horse at the age of 3, and started skating lessons when I was 4. I started competing in the show scene at the age of 7 and have many ribbons and trophies under my belt – not that I exactly have anything to show for it. Then other sports I participate in are also high competition and I excel for perfection at all times.
I dread school holidays, especially the Christmas break when most schools do close. For this is when I go back into foster care, and once again become a servant in someone else’s house. I have a hand for making clothing and every year I make clothes and toys (that also have clothing) and give them to the local children’s shelter, as I believe that every child should live with the knowledge that they are loved.
, and i use mouthwash and sometimes i floss !
[/color][/font]i’ve got a family and i drink cups of tea[/b][/color][/font][/center]
NAME: Feather
BREED: Gypsy Vanner
DISCIPLINE: English (Jumping, Dressage, Mounted Games)
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, i’ve got nastalgic pavements !
[/color][/font]i’ve got familiar faces[/b][/color][/font][/center]
Age: Old enough
Contacts: (PM is fine) PM
Other characters:
Fun fact: Cara is a character I created as the main character in a story I’m writing.
[/size][/ul]
, i’ve got mixed-up memories !
[/color][/font]and I’ve got favourite places[/b][/color][/font][/center]
SAMPLE POST:
Cara-Jean asked the mare to halt just inside the gate as she turned to answer the man’s question. “Since she has been traveling for a while, I’d rather just ride bareback. Especially if she’s been unsettled.” She rubbed the mare’s forehead as she clicked her tongue and led the horse to the mounting block. “Come, sweet.” She whispered as she gather the mare’s mane, bounced once on the block and landed softly onto the mare’s back. “Steady.” She said as she settled herself.
As the girl settled onto the horse’s back, Phoenix’s ears flattened and the mare launched herself into the air as she bucked and took off around the ring.
“Cara!” The men yelled from the fence.
Cara-Jean leaned backward, wrapped her legs around the mare’s sides and buried her hands into the chestnut mane. “Easy baby.” She sang gently. “It’s okay, I’m sorry.” After they had been around the arena a couple of times, she applied a little pressure on the rope to turn the horse’s head. “Walk time.” Finally she got through the mare’s panic and the horse began to respond to her hand and leg and did a hindquarter yield before coming to a trembling halt. “There’s a good girl.” She whispered as she nudged the mare forward and they walked calmly around the arena and came to a halt.