delany hampton

[Delany [HAMPTON]]

delany rose hampton

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basic:

full name: delany rose hampton
nickname(s): del, delly, whatever
age: 15
gender: female
role: riding student
riding level: upper intermediate
sexuality: straight
play-by: emma watson

apperance:

delany is a fairly short girl, standing only 5'1". she isn't anorexically thin, nor is she fat. her stomach is flat, but she's built along slightly thicker lines, but not big. her hair has been called bushy by some. it isn't horribly, just curly and thick. it's usually tamed with a scrunchie in a ponytail or loose bun at the nape of her neck. she has big brown eyes set in a round face, with a pale porcelain complexion.

personality:

delany is a complete sweetheart. she doesn't speak unless she feels it's worth saying, and, as a result, is quieter than a lot of people. that's not to say she's shy, because she isn't, she's just not horrendously chatty. she has an extreme fear of heights, which is rather ironic, because her horses are massive, standing a good 16.2 each. she's a sweetheart, the sort that wouldn't hurt a fly. she'll be a friend to everybody, but she doesn't have many people she trusts, being naturally a little bit mistrustful. but once she does, you're a friend for life. she can have a bit of a temper occasionally, if she's on her last straw, and she's been known to scream and yell, but generally after that she feels better and all continues on...she's not prone to dramatics. if anything, she understates everything.

history:

delany was raised on the outskirts of london, england. her father was an avid equestrian, so she was riding with him by the time she could walk. her mother wasn't such a lover of horses, and was constantly worried about her only daughter and her husband, but it didn't stop either of them from riding. they were also a fairly elite london family, so delany was always being dragged away from her riding to get into pretty dresses and be the perfect daughter with a smile for everyone and a word for no one. the whole "seen and not heard" philosophy. she dealt with it because she loved her dad, but she hated it with a passion, and was back in her barn clothes practically the second she walked through the door.

while mr. hampton was more the dressage type, delany found a love of jumping, although she did share some of her father's interest in dressage. it wasn't long before she was eventing, and her father, being quite well off, was buying her expensive horses and she was competing at fairly high-level shows. she spent as much time as she could in the barn, and loved every minute she spent there. at the end of the school year, her parents began considering the option of boarding school, to better her riding skills, and since mr. hampton's job would now take him away from home more, and, of course, the ever faithful mrs. hampton would be going with him. of course, delany jumped at the opportunity and now here she is...

role-play sample:

Hush now, honey child A young, sweet voice entered the stable. Her voice was sweet and her accent distinctly from the southerm United States. She had taken on an especially hard accent for that particular phrase, taking on the tone of an old southern nursemaid. Hey now, none of that again her sweet voice filtered from one of the numerous stalls in the barn, gently reprimanding her charge, whatever it was. There now The voice was sweet and coaxing. ouch! Stormy The voice might have been irritable. Anybody else probably would have been, but this girl just sounded beat, like she was at her wits end.

An exaggerated sigh was heaved. Stormy, really, dear, I know it hurts, but you are such a pansy If one would come down the aisle a ways, and peer into one particular stall, one would find a horse, gray-ish and white in color, standing, looking at a girl with a look of almost betrayal in her crystal blue eyes. One owuld also find a blond girl, her masses of yellow curls pulled in a loose ponytail, the sides hanging over her ears, her hands perched on her hips, regarding the mare in turn.

Really, Storm She sounded just as if she were talking to a person. It'll only be worse if you don't let me have a look Her voice was chiding, and one probably thought she was crazy, but her light tones seemed to soothe the mare, until she relaxed. The girl laid a gentle hand on the mare's neck, stroking and working her way toward the mare's hindquarters, cooing softly all the while. She clucked softly, almost in disdain, working her hands down the mare's leg. Ay yi yi, OUCH! The girl hissed as the mare's rear leg struck out, lightning fast, catching her hand. She stumbled back. Jiminy, Stormy! she gasped, cradling her injured hand. She blew a breath through her lips. When the mare kicked, it had become apparent, even from the door, that she had somehow managed to gash herself open pretty well, on her left rear leg.

Adelle hated sedating the mare, but the wound needed to be looked at, and possibly needed stitches, although she hadn't gotten close enough to tell. A small sigh was the only curse of her luck that she would offer, as she leaned against the wall, regarding the marem, still cradling the hand the paint had so rudely nailed in that vicious kick of hers.

The girl eyed the mare, her gaze thoughtful, weighing her options. She heaved a sigh, missing home more sharply than she had in the past few days here. Of course, Stormy had managed to hurt herself within the week of arriving at the Academy.But still, this injury brought with it a sharp, acute stab of homesickness. Back home, in Missouri, her and her brother, or her dad, or, sometimes all three of them, as Stormy sometimes demanded, would have been able to get things cleaned up, but she'd never tried to doctor anything, and particularly this mare, on her own before. She didn't evne hardly trust herself to take care of the wound right. Her dad or her brother had always been around to supervise, to tell her where to go, to stay her hand if she made a mistake. She hadn't a problem with taking care of things, but still, it was a comfort to have that safety net if she screwed it up. She could have asked for help, but her damned Southern pride was hard put to stoop to that level. After all, she was a horsewoman, wasn't she? Well, let me rephrase. She didn't mind asking friends and family for help. But it was a whole different matter entirely to ask a complete stranger for help. A definite fall on the pride. And she didn't know anybody well enough to really feel privy to asking for help. She heaved a sigh. A dilemma indeed....

ooc:

name you go by: pixel!
role-play exeprience: ...tons
other: gah. the history sucks. i can make it longer if you like.
where you found us: an ad on my board, Kalani
suggestions / thoughts on the site: in love with the skin. <3 hehe

[Delany [HAMPTON]]

Kadience

basic:

registured name: Kadience
barn/ nick-name: Kadi
breed: Dutch Warmblood
age: 5
height: 17 hands
gender: mare
owner: delany hampton

training:

disiplined: eventing
training level: Still working out some glitches, but for the most part she's trained. Still a touch green, but very well behaved.
being trained: her dressage is still patchy, so they're working on that, but her jumping and her cross country are excellent.

in depth:

short description: Kadience is a huge horse, standing around 17 hands, give or take a bit. She's a chestnut horse with a tiny itty bitty spot on her belly.
short temperment: Kadi can be a bit mischevious at times, but she's a sweetheart. She has a tendency to be a bit one-person, although she'll let anyone on her, only Delany can really get her to perform. She wouldn't hurt a fly intentionally, but she's one of those horses who doesn't realize her own size in relation to people, she tends to head butt people and knock them over without really meaning too. She does like to make trouble, tipping water buckets over and grabbing things that are in her reach, but she doesn't have any serious vices.
history: She was bred at a facility in London, and bought by Mr. Hampton as a green 3 year old. He put some finish on her and handed her over to Delany, who's been riding her since.
other: none

[Delany [HAMPTON]]

Jupiter

basic:

registured name: Black-Fire Jupiter
barn/ nick-name: Jupiter, Jupe
breed: Hanoverian
age: 4
height: nearly 18 hands
gender: Gelding
owner: Delany Hampton

training:

disiplined:
training level: still a touch green, although he pops over fences like their nothing, his dressage leaves a bit to be desired
being trained: he's an eventing prospect

in depth:

short description: Jupiter is a massive horse, standing a good 18 hands. He's jet black except for his socks and a wide blaze.
short temperment: He can be a bit feisty and hard to handle at times, but he's a sweet heart overall, and a sucker for sugar cubes. He loves to jump more than anything else and has a good heart. He'll fly over anything you point him at. He gets frustrated and he still bucks or kicks or something, and he's still a bit cinchy, but nothing major.
history: ...bought at auction
other: none

[amy hall;;]

accepted

love the horses :]