Post by Kennedy Nicole Spencer on Oct 4, 2009 19:27:15 GMT -5
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with the occasional spot and some veins[/b][/color][/font][/center]
NICKNAME(S): Kennedy; Spence
AGE: 17
BIRTHDATE: August 15, 1992
GENDER: Female
GRADE: 12th (Senior)
SEXUALITY: Straight
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and not all of it you can see[/color][/font][/b][/center]
WEIGHT: 135
BUILD: Slender, yet femininely muscular
TATTOOS & PIERCINGS: Pierced ears, and she has her cartilage pierced on her left ear
FACE CLAIM: Hilary Duff
GENERAL: Kennedy Nicole is a slender, blonde seventeen-year-old with wide-set, almond-shaped, green eyes. Her hair, naturally wavy, sits well below her shoulders, and is obviously dyed, though she pays no attention to what people think of her unnatural blonde locks. Set in her natural waves most of the time, she also prefers to straighten it for special occasions. On her face sit beautiful, full lips under a straight nose. Unfortunately, her blemishes still arrive every month during her cycle, but she no longer hides from them; she is a woman, and developing, and has learned to embrace her unsightly appearance once a month. Long, muscled arms extend from shoulders kissed by the sun; a sign of a farm girl hard at work. Kennedy’s straight posture and rounded rear are often the center of attention as she makes her way around town. Her chest curves over ample assets, and a slim belly travels even further to her sweetest place. Her thighs gently graze each other, and muscles are visible as she tenses and stretches. Her calves are comparison to no other; years of barrel racing and riding bareback have ensured that. She prefers to keep her toes painted, and a deep shade of red is the usual pick. A gangly child, she has grown into her height, lost the glasses she was once ridiculed for, and now allows her straight, white teeth to gleam with satisfaction that metal wires no longer haunt her mouth.
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: Eric Carson Spencer
OTHER: None
HISTORY: Kennedy grew up as a spoiled young girl. Her father bred and trained barrel horses for Jenny Schiver, a top barrel racing competitior in Georgia. Living on the neighboring farm from Schiver Horses, Kennedy learned to ride at age two. Her first pony, Tops, was the best thing that could have happened to her; he taught her hold on, stay on, or fall off. Unfortunately, only Kennedy’s father was involved in horses. Her mother, Elisabeth, was distraught with depression from the time Kennedy was born, and turned to alcohol for comfort. By age 10 Kennedy turned to her older brother, Eric, for help, but he, being four years older, was “too caught up with high school” to be of any help. Kennedy’s father stepped in as the man he should be, and their relationship is stronger than anything. He’s given her horseback riding lessons, barrel horses, and instruction that Kennedy will carry throughout her life.
In high school, Kennedy steered clear of drugs and alcohol after seeing it destroy her family. Freshman year, she was accused of checking out a cheerleader’s junior boyfriend, and so began the writing on the bathroom walls. She held her head high, yet never defended herself. She vowed to never let it happen again, though, and keeps her head down.
She began competitively barrel racing at age 11, in Little Britches Rodeos across the South. Her father was constantly at her side. She quickly learned the art of buying and selling horses, and only recently did she let herself begin to grow attached to any horse she owned. Her most recent horses, Ribbon and Calypso, were gifts from her mother’s parents- an attempt to apologizer and make up for their daughter’s lack of parenting over the years. Although she loves her grandparents as any good granddaughter should, Kennedy Nicole could never forgive her mother for her absence in her life. No amount of horseflesh could ever substitute a mother’s love.
i’ve got a family and i drink cups of tea[/b][/color][/font][/center]
NAME: Ima Blue Ribbon Dancer “Ribbon”
BREED: American Quarter Horse
DISCIPLINE: Barrel racing
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i’ve got familiar faces[/b][/color][/font][/center]
Age: 17
Contacts: (PM is fine) PM
Other characters: None
Fun fact: I’m a Southern girl, and the complete opposite of Kennedy’s personality.
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and I’ve got favorite places[/b][/color][/font][/center]
SAMPLE POST:
Kennedy flipped her hair upside down and slung it back into a sloppy ponytail. “Here goes nothing,” she muttered to herself. This morning was a test riding day, designated by her father, and Kennedy was responsible for exercising and testing new horses brought to the farm for her father to train. She danced down the stairs, energetic and anxious to get to the barn.
Potential clients were mulling about the aisles as she arrived at Barn A, but Kennedy quickly spotted her father’s auburn tall head above the crowd. “Reporting for duty, sir,” she joked. Martin Spencer chuckled and pointed to the closest stall. “Start here. This is Red Kid Alive, or Kid, and he needs to see the pattern today. I want solid ground work before you get to the barrels, though.”
“You got it, boss,” Kennedy replied as she began to brush off Kid’s chestnut coat. Only ten minutes later she was tightening the cinch and swinging her leg over the Quarter Horse’s back. His muscles tingled beneath her, and she laid a reassuring hand on his shoulder to calm him. Ears pointed tensely forward, Kennedy looked back at her father and smiled confidently. There was nothing she loved more than an energetic, eager-to-please young colt. She applied light pressure with her legs and Kid moved out beneath her.
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, KennedyNicoleSpencer !
[/size]” She's come full circle, she can do what she wants. ”[/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): Kennedy; Spence
AGE: 17
BIRTHDATE: August 15, 1992
GENDER: Female
GRADE: 12th (Senior)
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: 135
BUILD: Slender, yet femininely muscular
TATTOOS & PIERCINGS: Pierced ears, and she has her cartilage pierced on her left ear
FACE CLAIM: Hilary Duff
GENERAL: Kennedy Nicole is a slender, blonde seventeen-year-old with wide-set, almond-shaped, green eyes. Her hair, naturally wavy, sits well below her shoulders, and is obviously dyed, though she pays no attention to what people think of her unnatural blonde locks. Set in her natural waves most of the time, she also prefers to straighten it for special occasions. On her face sit beautiful, full lips under a straight nose. Unfortunately, her blemishes still arrive every month during her cycle, but she no longer hides from them; she is a woman, and developing, and has learned to embrace her unsightly appearance once a month. Long, muscled arms extend from shoulders kissed by the sun; a sign of a farm girl hard at work. Kennedy’s straight posture and rounded rear are often the center of attention as she makes her way around town. Her chest curves over ample assets, and a slim belly travels even further to her sweetest place. Her thighs gently graze each other, and muscles are visible as she tenses and stretches. Her calves are comparison to no other; years of barrel racing and riding bareback have ensured that. She prefers to keep her toes painted, and a deep shade of red is the usual pick. A gangly child, she has grown into her height, lost the glasses she was once ridiculed for, and now allows her straight, white teeth to gleam with satisfaction that metal wires no longer haunt her mouth.
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, and this is my mind it goes !
[/color]over and over the same old lines[/b][/SIZE][/color][/font][/center]
LIKES:
( At least 5 )
•Her horse (specifically barrel racing)
•Country music
•Dancing
•School work and planning for her future
•Shopping for and coordinating tack colors
DISLIKES:
( At least 5 )[/blockquote]
•Mean girls who try to “start stuff”
•English riders who think they’re “all that”
•Her mother
•Not being able to get it right when training for a competition
•Cell phones on a trail ride
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, and this is my brain it’s tortures analytical !
[/color]thoughts make me go insane[/b][/SIZE][/color][/font][/center]
SIBLINGS: Eric Carson Spencer
OTHER: None
HISTORY: Kennedy grew up as a spoiled young girl. Her father bred and trained barrel horses for Jenny Schiver, a top barrel racing competitior in Georgia. Living on the neighboring farm from Schiver Horses, Kennedy learned to ride at age two. Her first pony, Tops, was the best thing that could have happened to her; he taught her hold on, stay on, or fall off. Unfortunately, only Kennedy’s father was involved in horses. Her mother, Elisabeth, was distraught with depression from the time Kennedy was born, and turned to alcohol for comfort. By age 10 Kennedy turned to her older brother, Eric, for help, but he, being four years older, was “too caught up with high school” to be of any help. Kennedy’s father stepped in as the man he should be, and their relationship is stronger than anything. He’s given her horseback riding lessons, barrel horses, and instruction that Kennedy will carry throughout her life.
In high school, Kennedy steered clear of drugs and alcohol after seeing it destroy her family. Freshman year, she was accused of checking out a cheerleader’s junior boyfriend, and so began the writing on the bathroom walls. She held her head high, yet never defended herself. She vowed to never let it happen again, though, and keeps her head down.
She began competitively barrel racing at age 11, in Little Britches Rodeos across the South. Her father was constantly at her side. She quickly learned the art of buying and selling horses, and only recently did she let herself begin to grow attached to any horse she owned. Her most recent horses, Ribbon and Calypso, were gifts from her mother’s parents- an attempt to apologizer and make up for their daughter’s lack of parenting over the years. Although she loves her grandparents as any good granddaughter should, Kennedy Nicole could never forgive her mother for her absence in her life. No amount of horseflesh could ever substitute a mother’s love.
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, 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: Ima Blue Ribbon Dancer “Ribbon”
BREED: American Quarter Horse
DISCIPLINE: Barrel racing
[/ul]
, i’ve got nostalgic pavements !
[/color][/font]i’ve got familiar faces[/b][/color][/font][/center]
Age: 17
Contacts: (PM is fine) PM
Other characters: None
Fun fact: I’m a Southern girl, and the complete opposite of Kennedy’s personality.
[/size][/ul]
, i’ve got mixed-up memories !
[/color][/font]and I’ve got favorite places[/b][/color][/font][/center]
SAMPLE POST:
Kennedy flipped her hair upside down and slung it back into a sloppy ponytail. “Here goes nothing,” she muttered to herself. This morning was a test riding day, designated by her father, and Kennedy was responsible for exercising and testing new horses brought to the farm for her father to train. She danced down the stairs, energetic and anxious to get to the barn.
Potential clients were mulling about the aisles as she arrived at Barn A, but Kennedy quickly spotted her father’s auburn tall head above the crowd. “Reporting for duty, sir,” she joked. Martin Spencer chuckled and pointed to the closest stall. “Start here. This is Red Kid Alive, or Kid, and he needs to see the pattern today. I want solid ground work before you get to the barrels, though.”
“You got it, boss,” Kennedy replied as she began to brush off Kid’s chestnut coat. Only ten minutes later she was tightening the cinch and swinging her leg over the Quarter Horse’s back. His muscles tingled beneath her, and she laid a reassuring hand on his shoulder to calm him. Ears pointed tensely forward, Kennedy looked back at her father and smiled confidently. There was nothing she loved more than an energetic, eager-to-please young colt. She applied light pressure with her legs and Kid moved out beneath her.