Post by COREY::YourMyOnlyRealMistake on Jan 3, 2008 4:51:07 GMT -5
B A S I C
Name: Corey Todd Taylor
Age: 22
Height: 5ft 9
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: White/ Caucasian.
Birthdate: 8/12/1985
Y O U
Class: Left all education. Currently finding his feet.
Intelligence: Corey is very intelligent, but doesnt know how to use it.
Talents && Hobbies: Stuntman, 3 Day Eventer
Clothing && Accessories: Coreys an outcast. He wears black alot & an old army jacket. He owns alot of SlipKnoT shirts and wears army boots when hes not riding.
Tastes:?
F A V O R I T E S
Book: IT by Stephen King
Band: SlipKnoT
Place: With His Horse
Color: Black
Food: Salad
Drink: Pepsi
Activity: Horse riding or playing music
Out on the Town: Cinema
P H Y S I C A L
Eyes: Ice Blue
Complexion: Very Pale
Teeth: White, million dollar smile
Hair: Black [[dyed]]
Posture: Tall and strong
Most Noticeable: Eyes
Extra: Lots of tatoos & a few piercings
M E N T A L
Aspirations: To take Azrael to the top
Flaws: Bipolar, Manic Depressive, Recovering Alcoholic & Minor psychosis.
Strengths: Coreys determined, a good listener and puts other people first.
Fear: Azrael dying or getting hurt.
Habits: Biting his lip when hes nervous.
Responsibility: Horses.
Generosity && Confidence: His confidence isnt the highest but he would help anyone he could.
Humor: Corey has a good sense of humour when hes not on a downer. He knows when to be serious and when to take a joke.
Attitude: Hes very cold towards strangers and isolates him self alot. Corey gets angry easily but is now learning to control that flaw. He also doesnt take any garbage from other people.
B A C K G R O U N D
Mother: Sally Taylor [[DEAD]]
Father: John F. Taylor [[ALIVE, but no contact]]
Occupations: Cowboy, lead singer
Status: Single
Residence: Ranchs, Caravan park.
H I S T O R Y
When Corey was 13 his mother died of a heroin OD, he was left to guard his little brother from an abusive, drunken father.Soon, his grades were falling and he began to rebel, Skipping school,drinking etc. Corey and a few of his friends started a metal band called "Azrael Wolf". After a few gigs, the band split and Corey became depressed, now keeping in all his anger. When he was 15, his father sent him to a ranch outside Nevada to work with cowboys. After developing his talent with horses he left the ranch and began to travel around the country. Soon, he had somehow gathered enough money for a horse box. On his travels he came across a horse auction. The last sale was a stone grey andalusian gelding, going for meat as a rogue horse. Corey snapped him up cheaply and trained him using gentle methods. He named him Azrael after his band and has been with him ever since.
S A M P L E P O S T
Corey lead his andalusian into the arena. The gelding swung his dentals at Corey, tearing his jacket open and scraping the flesh. The male flinched slightly but the heavy rain that was falling numbed the dull ache of the bite. Clipping the long line onto his halter, Corey sent the Andalusian to the edge of the circular ring. Azrael stood there quietly, staring at Corey as if to say now what?. Flicking the long line at his hind quarters, Corey sent the gelding into a trot. Squaring his shoulders with the equids, he kept him moving, sending him further away until he got the signs he wanted. The rain smashed against the pair, soaking them both. The gelding seemed relentless, galloping for all he was worth. "You afraid Azrael?!" Corey shouted to the gelding, the past anger now falling away from him. It felt like hours in the cold. After a while, Azrael slowed down. His inside ear was pointed to Corey, his head was down and he was chewing air. A small smirk smeared Corey's damp face. Dropping the lead line and turning his back to him, Corey awaited the join up. Soon, the sound of hoof beats was heard on the wet sand. Warm breath burnt Coreys shoulder & neck, and Corey turned to rub the andalusian between the eyes. Once again he turned away, walking around the ring, a broad grin kept on his face as Azrael kept his muzzle on Corey's shoulder. The rain still rang down as Corey Lead him into the barn to dry him off. Finally, Azrael's wall had been broken down.
Name: Corey Todd Taylor
Age: 22
Height: 5ft 9
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: White/ Caucasian.
Birthdate: 8/12/1985
Y O U
Class: Left all education. Currently finding his feet.
Intelligence: Corey is very intelligent, but doesnt know how to use it.
Talents && Hobbies: Stuntman, 3 Day Eventer
Clothing && Accessories: Coreys an outcast. He wears black alot & an old army jacket. He owns alot of SlipKnoT shirts and wears army boots when hes not riding.
Tastes:?
F A V O R I T E S
Book: IT by Stephen King
Band: SlipKnoT
Place: With His Horse
Color: Black
Food: Salad
Drink: Pepsi
Activity: Horse riding or playing music
Out on the Town: Cinema
P H Y S I C A L
Eyes: Ice Blue
Complexion: Very Pale
Teeth: White, million dollar smile
Hair: Black [[dyed]]
Posture: Tall and strong
Most Noticeable: Eyes
Extra: Lots of tatoos & a few piercings
M E N T A L
Aspirations: To take Azrael to the top
Flaws: Bipolar, Manic Depressive, Recovering Alcoholic & Minor psychosis.
Strengths: Coreys determined, a good listener and puts other people first.
Fear: Azrael dying or getting hurt.
Habits: Biting his lip when hes nervous.
Responsibility: Horses.
Generosity && Confidence: His confidence isnt the highest but he would help anyone he could.
Humor: Corey has a good sense of humour when hes not on a downer. He knows when to be serious and when to take a joke.
Attitude: Hes very cold towards strangers and isolates him self alot. Corey gets angry easily but is now learning to control that flaw. He also doesnt take any garbage from other people.
B A C K G R O U N D
Mother: Sally Taylor [[DEAD]]
Father: John F. Taylor [[ALIVE, but no contact]]
Occupations: Cowboy, lead singer
Status: Single
Residence: Ranchs, Caravan park.
H I S T O R Y
When Corey was 13 his mother died of a heroin OD, he was left to guard his little brother from an abusive, drunken father.Soon, his grades were falling and he began to rebel, Skipping school,drinking etc. Corey and a few of his friends started a metal band called "Azrael Wolf". After a few gigs, the band split and Corey became depressed, now keeping in all his anger. When he was 15, his father sent him to a ranch outside Nevada to work with cowboys. After developing his talent with horses he left the ranch and began to travel around the country. Soon, he had somehow gathered enough money for a horse box. On his travels he came across a horse auction. The last sale was a stone grey andalusian gelding, going for meat as a rogue horse. Corey snapped him up cheaply and trained him using gentle methods. He named him Azrael after his band and has been with him ever since.
S A M P L E P O S T
Corey lead his andalusian into the arena. The gelding swung his dentals at Corey, tearing his jacket open and scraping the flesh. The male flinched slightly but the heavy rain that was falling numbed the dull ache of the bite. Clipping the long line onto his halter, Corey sent the Andalusian to the edge of the circular ring. Azrael stood there quietly, staring at Corey as if to say now what?. Flicking the long line at his hind quarters, Corey sent the gelding into a trot. Squaring his shoulders with the equids, he kept him moving, sending him further away until he got the signs he wanted. The rain smashed against the pair, soaking them both. The gelding seemed relentless, galloping for all he was worth. "You afraid Azrael?!" Corey shouted to the gelding, the past anger now falling away from him. It felt like hours in the cold. After a while, Azrael slowed down. His inside ear was pointed to Corey, his head was down and he was chewing air. A small smirk smeared Corey's damp face. Dropping the lead line and turning his back to him, Corey awaited the join up. Soon, the sound of hoof beats was heard on the wet sand. Warm breath burnt Coreys shoulder & neck, and Corey turned to rub the andalusian between the eyes. Once again he turned away, walking around the ring, a broad grin kept on his face as Azrael kept his muzzle on Corey's shoulder. The rain still rang down as Corey Lead him into the barn to dry him off. Finally, Azrael's wall had been broken down.
