Post by Sarah Brightman on Mar 28, 2009 15:01:28 GMT -5
Sarah Brightman
[/center]basic:
full name: (first, middle, last)
nickname(s): Sarah Ann Brightman
age: 32
gender: Female
role: ( riding student, instructor, boarder, trainer, etc. ) Instructor or trainer
riding level: ( novice, intermediate, advanced, etc. ) Advanced
sexuality: Straight
play-by: Sarah Brightman (Again, not the celeb, but there were no rules saying otherwise and I've played her for months on other sites.)
apperance:
Sarah has always been one of those that stood out. She's about five-foot-five, with saucer-like blue-grey eyes, a round face as what many people have called "baby-faced" or "chipmunk-cheeked". Sarah hated it when she was younger, for it made her look even younger than she was, but as she ages it's proved to be at her advantage.
Although having had problems with weight in the past, and is still prone to it, Sarah is not exactly tiny, but she is indeed petite. Her long, wavy dark hair has been what many people recognised her for and have envied about her for quite some time, but Sarah takes great pride in her hair. Her attire when casual, is typically casual, including jeans, camisoles, flannel shirts, sweatshirts, hoodies, and tennis shoes, but Sarah has a very eclectic sense of style, her favourite out of her closet are her thigh-length black spiked heel boots which she wears with everything she can get away with. She loves dark colours merely for the classy, elegant look about them, and has been told that her style resembles and old-age Gothic air.
personality:
Sarah is fairly level headed. She has a peaceful nature and can have a calming influence on other people. However, she is frightfully stubborn, and like any fire sign in the Astrology world, she can be quite the spitfire. Quick tongued, sharp as a tack and very witty, Sarah has the ability to keep you on your toes at the right moment, doing a complete 360 on your original impression of her. She's very devoted to those she cares about, but can be a bit untrusting and unwilling to let those in who want to get to know her sometimes.
Sarah craves excitement, change and discovery and is very open-minded when it comes to new things, and is very unwilling to tolerate a set routine or lifestyle, however, she tends to be smothering toward those she loves, apprehensive about the people in her life changing and unwilling to accept it sometimes. Although very independent, Sarah does indeed seek a sturdy backbone in a relationship. Emotional freedom is very important to Sarah, yet again, she desires to be around people she's comfortable with and trusts, and is sometimes timid about expressing too much sentiment or emotion.
history:
Sarah was born in Berkhamsted, Hertfordshire, England, but due to her relentless love, drive and passion for horses and riding, she moved to where she could achieve it. Her parents bought her a mare before she left, at the time a yearling, who is her companion to this day. The mare is named LL Bey Aamira, who is Sarah's pride and joy to this day at two-years-old.
Sarah's always had a close-knit relationship with her family. She's had constant support from them and talks to them on a regular basis. She is the middle of six children, four girls and two boys. Sarah's father, however, passed away barely half a year ago from lung cancer. In a way of coping, Sarah has thrown herself into her career both with horses and her love for music.
role-play sample:
Sarah Brightman, dressed in jeans and a zip-up hoody, her dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, made her way toward the barn. Inside one stall, the bay mustang mare stared back at her, nostrils flaring, eyeing her with a feral wariness.
"Easy, love, you're fine..." Sarah spoke softly, entering the stall in a slow, fluid fashion. Sarah's shoulders were lowered, her eyes going anywhere but directly meeting Sakura's. She knew eye contact was the wrong way to go with any wild horse, it was a threatening or challenging notion. Sakura's withers, shoulders and flanks quivered in anticipation, eyeing the human uneasily. Sarah slung the rope Perelli halter over her shoulder. Her attention wasn't on the halter, but how she was going to approach the mare. Sarah hadn't wanted to turn her out in the arena otherwise she'd never get to her. The stall wasn't her favourite option, but it seemed like the only one at the moment. So she was going to use rge fact that Sakura couldn't really go anywhere it to her advantage. At that point, Sarah turned her back to Sakura, and started to swing the end of the leadrope in a propeller-like motion casually. The first second she did it, an alarmed snort exploded from Sakura's nostrils as she pivoted and tried to shrink into the far corner of the stall, realising she couldn't go anywhere, but soon, realising that Sarah wasn't hitting her with the rope, proceeded to stare at her.
Sarah knew that Sakura's eyes were on her, but she just walked casually. A couple more turns of the lead caused Sakura to flinch, but after awhile it seemed to be no big deal. Inching nearer, Sarah moved to the filly's shoulder, just out of reach of any kind of strike-out, either from her front feet, back feet or teeth, that Sakura may have inflicted. At that point, Sarah reached and gently scratched Sakura's shoulder. Sakura flinched once more, but then allowed the touch. Gradually, Sarah moved her hand all along the filly's body, petting her, stroking her, scratching her, trying to make it a pleasant experience. Sakura occasionally turned her head to peer at the human with interest, nosing Sarah's shoulder, hip, whathaveyou. Sarah paid no real attention to it, gently rubbing the mare's forehead every so often. Human touch good. Feels good. It was the lesson Sarah wanted the filly to learn.
"What a good girl you are," Sarah crooned, scratching under the filly's mane, her chest, between her legs, running her hands up and down Sakura's legs, which, when it came to the back ones, Sakura objected to it mildly, so Sarah merely made note of working on that later. This filly would eventually be completely broke, used to clippers, saddles, touching, whatever. Sarah was determined.
After a while of scratching, Sarah took the end of the lead and lightly tossed it over Sakura's withers, gently so it made no sound. But Sakura bolted forward, haunches slamming down under her to stop before she collided with the stall wall, just barely clipping it with her front hooves. Sarah was quick to back off and soothe the mare.
"Easy, easy, easy..." She murmured, but at the same time she was using the confinements of the stall to her advantage. She rubbed Sakura's shoulder, and then casually flipped the lead over her withers again. In instinct, Sakura bunched her back up as though cringing away from it, but after a while, it seemed to be no different than any horse flicking her tail over Sakura's back. And that was exactly what Sarah was intending. She proceeded, over Sakura's back, withers, everywhere. Eventually, the filly exhaled, flicking one ear after the other back to catch whatever sounds Sarah may be making.
After awhile of this, possibly about ten minutes of the same routine, Sarah moved to the filly's chest, lightly sliding the halter over onto her wrist so it was still within reach. With Sakura's head above and over her shoulder, Sarah stood with her back to Sakura's chest, gently rubbing the filly's nose, cheeks, sides of her face, over her eyes, ears (which Sakura didn't care for), and just basically getting Sakura used to her touch. When it seemed Sarah was in a good position to do so, she slowly brought the noseband toward Sakura's nose. She had the filly backed with her haunches against the wall, so she couldn't really go anywhere. Sarah didn't want to have a wall on the other side of them, either, because Sakura could easily go the opposite direction, or slam Sarah into the wall. Either way wouldn't have turned out well, so Sarah left the side open for Sakura to escape to the other end of the stall if need be, but Sarah presumed to calm her every step of the way with everything she did.
Finally, with the noseband near enough to slip over Sakura's nose and it being easy enough to get the halter tied, Sarah took the opportunity with cat-like speed. There was a crash that could be heard from outside the stall as Sakura blew forward like a bat out of hell, her shoulder ramming Sarah as she barreled past her, but Sarah would not let go of that lead. Sakura was caught, the halter was tied, but she pivoted and dug her feet in a mule-like fashion, head extended as though expecting Sarah to be pulling on the other end. But when Sakura backed up, Sarah just went with her, keeping enough slack on the lead.
"Ok, go backwards, that's fine," Sarah mused with a light chuckle, moving with the filly as she backpedaled rapidly. Her rump collided with the wall behind her and Sakura just froze. Sarah sighed, chuckling lightly. She knew they'd made progress, but this was as far as she wanted to go with the filly today. Crooning to her and scratching her in reassurance, Sarah was finally able to get the leadrope tied in a martingale-style knot around Sakura's neck so it would be of easy access, but so that it wouldn't get stepped on or tangled in Sakura's legs. Once the filly was calm and seemed completely placid by Sarah's presence, Sarah rubbed her forehead and turned and left the stall, locking it behind her.
ooc:
name you go by: Sarah
role-play exeprience: Over 10 years.
other:
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LL Bey Aamira
basic:
registured name: LL Bey Aamira
barn/ nick-name: Aamira
breed: Polish Arab
age: 2
height: 13.3 (Will mature to be about 14 hands)
gender: filly
owner: Sarah Brightman
training:
disiplined: halter, endurance
training level: Aamira is still incredibly green. She knows the basics, stands tied, clips, etc. She's had a saddle and a bridle on and Sarah has been able to sit on her, but she's still in the works.
being trained: At the moment, getting her broke.
in depth:
short description: Aamira is chesnut with a star on her forehead. She's still small, but since she's only two she has alot of room to grow. Even so, for her age, she's sturdily built, which is common for the Polish Arab. She has alot of mane and tail, and her conformation is very true to her breeding, in fact she's an exceptional example of the breed.
short temperment: Aamira is a typical baby. She's very curious, loves Sarah dearly, feels the need to be involved in everything Sarah is doing. Aamira has the ability to get a bit hot every so often, but she's not schitzy in the least. She's pretty brave, willing to take on new things if Sarah introduces them to her slowly. She's very willing, loves to please, and is willing to do so.
Aamira, however, is a nightmare as a pasture mate. She's pastured with Sarah's older mare, Chromaggia, and Aamira's life goal is to try to harrass the older mare to no end. Aamira is young and loves to play, however, Chromaggia seems to want no part of it. So Aamira is usually relentless in trying to insue whatever baby games might come to mind.
history: Before Sarah's father died, he'd bought Aamira for her as a going-away gift. He recognised Sarah's skill with horses and thought that the filly would be the perfect start. Aamira was bred on an Arab breeding facility and sold to Sarah's father as a yearling.
other: (optional)
LL Chromaggia
basic:
registured name: LL Chromaggia
barn/ nick-name: "Mag"
breed: Polish Arab
age: 5
height: 15.2
gender: mare
owner: Sarah Brightman
training:
disiplined: Halter, Endurance, Pleasure
training level: She hasn't got a whole lot of experience under her belt but enough. 1-10......probably 5.
being trained: ( optional - is there a discipline the horse is currently being trained in? )
in depth:
short description: "Mag" is a 15 hand black Polish Arabian mare. She has absolutely no markings whatsoever, but she was bought as a rideable mount for Sarah while Aamira is being started.
short temperment: "Mag" is the typical Arab mare. She's moody, a complete princess, but is very sweet. She loves her job, loves being brushed on, braided, babied, etc. She's not quite spooky but every so often something will pass that will cause Mag to defy gravity....with Sarah on her back or not. But she's a relatively good mare.
history: (optional)
other: (optional)
