Post by Bailey on Nov 11, 2008 13:08:17 GMT -5
Bailey May Hudson
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full name: Bailey May Hudson
nickname(s): Bay, Bales, Mayflower, Boo
age:m18
gender:Female
role: Boarder/Trainor (if thats possible)
riding level: Advanced almost pro.
sexuality:Straight.
play-by:Shenae Grimes
apperance:
character's apperance
Bailey's a tall slim but muscular figured girl, her hair is long and is a dark dirty blonde. Shes usually wearing jeans and sneakers but at times skinny jeans, heels or boots and nice shirts. You'll barely ever see her in a skirt. Her black heeled cowboy boots are usually her shoe choice they go over her jeans and the gems sparkle. Her eyes are a bright brown and sometimes turn gold when shes in love. Her skin is always tan and soft, her hands and feet manicured and hair down.
personality:
character's personality Bailey is a very independent, outgoing overall fun person to be around. She'll make you laugh really the hard the first day you meet her. Shes not afraid to be diffrent in front of strangers, shes loud and proud I guess you could say. Though shes usually shy and quiet the first time you meet her but it only lasts a couple days. Equestrian is her life, she grew up with it she was basically raised in a barn. Horses are the one thing she will have the rest of her life.
history:
Her history consists of living with her father until she was 10 then her father married Elana who was a big horse shower. She never knew her mother, the only thing she has is a diamond on a necklace she found one day in her fathers closet. She took it and never mentioned she had it all this time. She still dosent know why how or what happened to her mother and would one day like to know. She was an only child but was never spoiled, she had to earn things. She likes to earn things, getting handed things make her feel weird and usually dosent axcept it. So here she is on her own trying to make a living and who knows maybe find out about her mother thats what she really is trying to do anyway.
role-play sample:
Leaves of many colors were falling of branches and hitting the wet grass. A gravel trail wet with rain and due had been inprinted with outlines of hooves. Down the trail you could see the backside of a black thoroughbred and a slim tall figure on top of it. Dressed in a charles owen black and grey helmet and pink ariat vest with a white turtle neck underneath & a pink and white scarf dangling. There sat Bailey nose and cheeks pinkish red, lips chapped and dry. Each breath left out a puff that fadded away into the brisk autumn air. Baileys legs squeezed against the black stallions stomach as she kissed a couple times and the stallion took off at a smooth canter. She sat quietly to it feeling free from all her problems. Each step left a new imprint, each step made a sound against the gravel path. The brisk cold wind hit her face quickley. A small brick fence came up going into the pasture of the stable. She eyed it carefully and qued right before it. She went into 2 point and flowed with the movement of her stallion over and landing. Its things like these where you feel so alive.
ooc:
name you go by:Shannon
role-play exeprience:four or five years
other:
where you found us:Livingston Stables.
suggestions / thoughts on the site:Cant wait to get started.
