Post by Victorie Salem on Feb 18, 2009 17:27:42 GMT -5
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”hell just aint the same without you, babe.”[/b][/font]
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with the occasional spot and some veins[/b][/color][/font][/center]
NICKNAME(S):Victory, Rose
AGE:17
BIRTHDATE:May 2
GENDER:Female
GRADE:Senior
SEXUALITY:Secretly bi-curious.
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and not all of it you can see[/color][/font][/b][/center]
WEIGHT:150 lbs.
BUILD:Tall and slender with well toned muscles.
TATTOOS & PIERCINGS:Her ears are pierced, but that's it.
FACE CLAIM:Random fickr model.
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:Zachary Salem (Older Brother), Christopher Salem (Younger Brother)
OTHER:Steven Salem (Uncle)
HISTORY:
i’ve got a family and i drink cups of tea[/b][/color][/font][/center]
NAME:Bianca
BREED:Arabian
DISCIPLINE:English (Hunter Jumper, Dressage)
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i’ve got familiar faces[/b][/color][/font][/center]
Age: Seventeen
Contacts: (PM is fine) I have yahoo and MSN. If you want it just PM me.
Other characters: None, yet.
Fun fact: I'm not creative at all. =)
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and I’ve got favourite places[/b][/color][/font][/center]
SAMPLE POST:This is one of my posts from Aureate Desert. =)
My princess,
The cry of the stallion startled her, but when the hyenas fled she was grateful. She turned to look at her savior, half expecting Mercury, and was startled to find an unknown stallion. She looked the stallion over, and realized that he was a very attractive stallion. She inhaled, and was shocked. He? A rogue? He was not the stallion that she had pictured. He was not mangy. He was not under-weight. He appeared healthy and rather handsome. She snorted and raised her head. Her tail flicked out behind her threateningly. "I had them where I wanted them, thank you." Even though she practically spat the words at him, her voice was still melodic. She tucked her nose in, and watched the rogue. Immediately she didn't trust him. She had heard terrible things about rogues, and what reason did she have to not believe them? Well, besides that he had just saved her life.
Farandi. She repeated his name to herself. She couldn't recall ever hearing of him, but his name seemed very familiar. He was very full of himself, but so was she. They complimented each other in their likeness. Their arrogant, stubborn, proud, and brilliant likeness. She could tell the stallion was special, but of course she would never admit it. Not even to herself. She took another drink of the water. She was now alert enough to detect danger. "I suppose you were coming to the rescue of a damsel in distress then?" She questioned the fire hued lord. She was certainly intrigued by him. She wanted him to stick around. She wanted to find out more of his past. "So, what's an Azrak warrior like yourself doing out here?" She assumed he had been shunned. Not that she could judge. She was about to be in the same situation. The only Azrak she had ever known was Nunico, and she never spoke much to him. Then again, from her understanding, he never spoke much to anyone.
Perhaps she had heard of him through Mercury? Surely they had met. Maybe he was the stallion Mercury was so afraid she would meet. She doubted that. This stallion was certainly taller than she was, but he did not seem fearsome in the least. A small smirk curved on her lips. "Well, Farandi, I am Bianca," She gazed at him through long, thick, eyelashes "Of Ramadi." Even though she surely reeked of the place. She walked up the back, and came to stand a few feet across from him. She watched him casually. She didn't want him to think she was attracted. however, she all but flaunted her body. She stood so he could see the amazing looks she had been blessed with. Possibly why she was one of the favorite of the Ramadi mares. She looked like her ancestors, and was one of the most beautiful mares in the herd.
Bianca
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, VICTORIEROSESALEM !
[/size]”hell just aint the same without you, babe.”[/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):Victory, Rose
AGE:17
BIRTHDATE:May 2
GENDER:Female
GRADE:Senior
SEXUALITY:Secretly bi-curious.
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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:150 lbs.
BUILD:Tall and slender with well toned muscles.
TATTOOS & PIERCINGS:Her ears are pierced, but that's it.
FACE CLAIM:Random fickr model.
GENERAL:
You'll usually find Victorie wearing jeans and a low cut shirt. She likes to flaunt her attributes, unless it's just too cold. In the summer if she isn't riding she is always in flip flops. Other times she has a pair of Ariat pro-babies, and a pair of nice paddock boots that she wears. She wears low-cut breeches and tight polos when she has a lesson, and she has a wardrobe full of just show clothes.[/ul]
Victorie has bold red hair. It goes just past her shoulders and is semi-wavy. Usually she straightens her hair before heading out, but sometimes she will scrunch it, and other times she just doesn't feel like fooling with it, and pulls it back. Her eyes are a vibrant emerald in color. They're round and clear. Most people get uncomfortable from looking into them for too long. Victorie is pale, and she doesn't tan very well. Her friends like to make fun of her since they all have great beach tans. She however, has the best body by far. She is very slender, but she is blessed with a large chest and round hindquarters. She has long legs, but they aren't slender like the rest of her. Her legs are thick from her years of riding. Her body is very well toned and muscled since she is always physically fit.
, and this is my mind it goes !
[/color]over and over the same old lines[/b][/SIZE][/color][/font][/center]
Victorie has this nifty way of convincing everyone in the beginning that she is some kind of angel. The longer the know her the more you realize that she isn't the perfect girl she seemed. Victorie is sugar sweet on top, but when you get past the icing she is as mean as a rattlesnake. She is very honest, she is very confrontive, and she is very cunning. She chooses herself first, always. She always gets what she wants, and when she doesn't she ruins it for whoever got it. She likes to make fun of people. Some people would call her funny, some would say she's just brutally honest, and most would just call her a bitch. She has never met anyone that made her wat to care about them, especially more than she cares about herself. Becoming friends with her is hard enough, and getting close to her is near impossible. Just when you trust her she stabs you right in the back. She has a very hot red-head temper. She blows up over small things, and looses her head over everything. She is very materilistic. SHe always wans the best of everything. If she doesn't have the best then she throws a fit until she gets the best. She is also very picky. She hasn't met a boy that could make her cry, yet. Usually she's the one that breaks all the hearts. She does think she is better than you, but if she wants something from you then she will be your best friend. She's a master at decieving people. If you make her mad then you'd best be in for a ride. She isn't afraid to attack anyone, verbally or physically, which may be for the worst. Depp down she isn't as bad as she acts, but she's never had a real friend that was worth a damn, so she turned to being a bitch and using everyone.
LIKES:
( At least 5 )
• Horses, but if she didn't she wouldn't be here.
• Boys, but only the really handsome, funny, and smart ones.
• Trouble, but only when she doesn't get caught.
• Parties, she's only a little wild. *whistles*
• Shopping, she wears a new outfit to every social gathering.
DISLIKES:
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• Drugs, something she can say she's never done.
• Trashy boys, they're the ones you have to watch.
• Gossip, she likes to take part in it, but she hates to be the topic.
• School, she loathes sitting still all day, and having to work her brain.
• Mornings, no, she is certainly not a morning person.
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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:Zachary Salem (Older Brother), Christopher Salem (Younger Brother)
OTHER:Steven Salem (Uncle)
HISTORY:
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Victorie was born into riches. She was spoiled from day one. She has never heard the word no from her parents. Her parents had a large mansion on beachfront property. When Victorie was young she took a liking to horses, so her parents got her the best instructor money could buy, and that was the start of her riding career. Victorie quickly became an excelent rider, and she showed all along the west coast. Victorie was never allowed around anyone from "poorer" families. Her parents thought it would bring bad publicity. Victorie always ran with a small group of girls. There was always some sort of turmoil between them. Some kind of drama was always brewing. She never knew what a real friend was, besides her brother. Victorie stayed in trouble, but her parents could always buy her out of it, so she just began to enjoy getting into mischeif. She had many boyfriends, but none of them could keep her attention for long. She always grew sick of them, and would break up with them. Actually, she's never been in a relationship longer than a month. She always loved to shop, and when she was thirtenn she got her very first credit card, with no limit. Do you see the spoiled bitch pattern here? Her parents learned of this school recently, and they thought it would be a good idea for her. At first she didn't want to go, but then she and her clique began fighting, and she decided she had been though plenty with them. She said goodbye to all of her friends, and had a huge going away party. She was so drunk that she couldn't see straight. Her parents came home in the midst of all the alcohol and drugs. They were mad, and sent everyone home, but Victorie didn't get in any trouble herself. That was the deciding moment. Victorie had to go, whether she liked it or not. Her parents weren't going to let her be around people like that. The rest is history.
, 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:Bianca
BREED:Arabian
DISCIPLINE:English (Hunter Jumper, Dressage)
[/ul]
, i’ve got nastalgic pavements !
[/color][/font]i’ve got familiar faces[/b][/color][/font][/center]
Age: Seventeen
Contacts: (PM is fine) I have yahoo and MSN. If you want it just PM me.
Other characters: None, yet.
Fun fact: I'm not creative at all. =)
[/size][/ul]
, i’ve got mixed-up memories !
[/color][/font]and I’ve got favourite places[/b][/color][/font][/center]
SAMPLE POST:This is one of my posts from Aureate Desert. =)
My princess,
The cry of the stallion startled her, but when the hyenas fled she was grateful. She turned to look at her savior, half expecting Mercury, and was startled to find an unknown stallion. She looked the stallion over, and realized that he was a very attractive stallion. She inhaled, and was shocked. He? A rogue? He was not the stallion that she had pictured. He was not mangy. He was not under-weight. He appeared healthy and rather handsome. She snorted and raised her head. Her tail flicked out behind her threateningly. "I had them where I wanted them, thank you." Even though she practically spat the words at him, her voice was still melodic. She tucked her nose in, and watched the rogue. Immediately she didn't trust him. She had heard terrible things about rogues, and what reason did she have to not believe them? Well, besides that he had just saved her life.
Farandi. She repeated his name to herself. She couldn't recall ever hearing of him, but his name seemed very familiar. He was very full of himself, but so was she. They complimented each other in their likeness. Their arrogant, stubborn, proud, and brilliant likeness. She could tell the stallion was special, but of course she would never admit it. Not even to herself. She took another drink of the water. She was now alert enough to detect danger. "I suppose you were coming to the rescue of a damsel in distress then?" She questioned the fire hued lord. She was certainly intrigued by him. She wanted him to stick around. She wanted to find out more of his past. "So, what's an Azrak warrior like yourself doing out here?" She assumed he had been shunned. Not that she could judge. She was about to be in the same situation. The only Azrak she had ever known was Nunico, and she never spoke much to him. Then again, from her understanding, he never spoke much to anyone.
Perhaps she had heard of him through Mercury? Surely they had met. Maybe he was the stallion Mercury was so afraid she would meet. She doubted that. This stallion was certainly taller than she was, but he did not seem fearsome in the least. A small smirk curved on her lips. "Well, Farandi, I am Bianca," She gazed at him through long, thick, eyelashes "Of Ramadi." Even though she surely reeked of the place. She walked up the back, and came to stand a few feet across from him. She watched him casually. She didn't want him to think she was attracted. however, she all but flaunted her body. She stood so he could see the amazing looks she had been blessed with. Possibly why she was one of the favorite of the Ramadi mares. She looked like her ancestors, and was one of the most beautiful mares in the herd.
Bianca
