Post by reagan fitzgerald ! on Nov 16, 2008 16:55:46 GMT -5
reagan malory fitzgerald
[/center]basic:
full name: reagan malory fitzgerald
nickname(s): none
age: twenty one
gender: female
role: boarder/instructor (if possible)
riding level: advanced/expert (don't worry, i'm creating a beginner)
sexuality: straight
play-by: hayden panettiere
apperance:
reagan is somewhat short, but she really doesn't mind. her legs have slight curves and give her frame most of its height. they, and the rest of her body, are very well muscled after years of riding horses and training them as well. her height amounts to about five feet and three or four inches. reagan's face is pretty enough. her hair is long, wavy, and blonde; not the typical "barn girl" appearance. the color of her eyes is a chocolatey brown with flecks of lighter brown. they are in the shape of an almond, like most eyes, but aren't anythign too special.
dress-wise, she likes jeans the most with the occasional pair of courdoroys. obviously, when riding she wears breeches. sometimes they're fun colored like blue or purple, but others they're plain black, tan, or olive. she'll wear anything from a tank top to a polo when riding or giving a lesson; it really depends on her mood and the weather. her ariat boots are her favorites; they're black and zip up the front. they're slightly worn as she's had them for two years now, but they're still holding up. when riding or really any time she's at the barn, her hair is either in a pony-tail or a messy bun.
personality:
reagan is a generally happy person who doesn't let many things get to her. she loves to teach/inform others, but sometimes comes across as a know-it-all. she's also very outgoing and likes meeting new people. she's definately optimistic and is always looking for the bright side of things. this isn't to say she's "peppy", however. people that get over-enthusiastic really bug her. other things/personality traits that she doesn't like include ignorant people, immaturity, bugs/spiders, and animal abuse. she loves chocolate and ice cream; in other words, she has a big sweet tooth.
history:
reagan was born in atlanta, georgia. her parents worked for a small tennessee walking horse farm that was very successful, and all of the foals that came from there were highly sought after. they moved to kentucky when reagan was four, however, and her parents got jobs working for a large eventing stable. this is when reagan began to ride. she started off like most kids do on a small icelandic pony named checkers. he was grumpy, but he taught her all the basics from the ground up. reagan progressed to a polish arabian gelding, arrow, which she took to her first three-day event. they took fourth in the starter novice division, and a month later, won their division at another event. they were a pair for three years until reagan turned thirteen. she then started a "project" four year old hanoverian that her mother had started under saddle. two years of training and they were off to their first beginner novice event. it didn't go so well as they were eliminated on the eighth fence on cross country, but their next one went better.
after college, reagan kept up her equine career by starting to give dressage, jumping, and cross-country lessons to people of all skill levels and ages.
role-play sample:
7:00 A.M.
It was early morning when Bella first arrived at the stable, via her bike. She leapt off and leaned it up against an old maple tree that was quite large. Running up the small hill, she knew that her horse would still be in his stall yet. With a smile on her face, she went to the feed room and went to the far left corner where his three bags and a bucket were stored. She measured out 1/4 cup each of corn, rolled oats, and wheat into a small pan-like tub, and then mixed in about 1/8 cup of molasses. After all the bags and lids were sealed, she picked up the tub and went to the ninth stall on the right that had a shiny brass name plate, "Avery's Last Dance", hanging on a hook. "Hey buddy, how are you doing this morning?" she said and planted a kiss on his soft nose. The gelding had other plans however, and nudged her anxiously, wanting his grain. "Silly, it's right here," she said and placed it on his stall floor and exited after straightening his sheet.
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8:40 A.M.
The tack she had ordered had come like promised, so she made her way to the tack room to put her three saddles on her designated racks, putting the Courbette covers on each. She also had received four hooks on which she placed her bridles. There were only two bits, though. She attached her reins to the bridles they matched with, but pulled her used Henri de Rivel saddle down as well as her plain bridle, as they would just be practicing today. No shows or anything. Placing them outside by the hitching rail, she then went to Avery's stall.
"Ready, bud?" she asked him. The gelding was snacking on his alfalfa, but he did raise his head and perk up his ears at her voice. Bella smiled and picked up Avery's blue nylon halter and yellow cotton lead rope. Slipping the halter over his large, refined head, she then led him out to the hitching rail and tied a quick-release knot. "Good boy," she said and slid off his sheet. The gelding fidgeted for a second, then settled down as his body got accustomed to the perfectly warm but not hot air. After patting him, she picked up the yellow and blue dandy brush and swiped it over his dark bay coat. Because it hadn't rained in a while, there wasn't any clumps of mud on his neck like usual. After she picked his hooves, Bella tacked the gelding up with their all purpose saddle and plain bridle that had a smooth egg butt attached. She wrapped his legs with blue and yellow polos, put her Troxel helmet on, and mounted up.
They walked to the indoor arena, and she bent down and unlatched the door, walked through, and shut the door behind herself and her gelding. She patted him and then tickled him down into frame as they started walking around the large arena. Her 3/4" spurs tapped him when he felt sluggish, and he would then step up into her hands. "Good boy," she said and then cued him for a trot. She began posting, feeling the wrong diagonal, and sitting for two beats to switch it. The gelding's trot was very big, just like his canter, but he had trouble keeping in frame during it. Bella shortened her reins and played with her left rein, for they were travelling around counter-clockwise. His nose bobbed for a moment and then went down, whereupon the girl let her reins go a bit to release the pressure off his mouth. "Good," she said. The arena was rather quiet at that time in the morning, but she knew that people always started arriving around then...
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