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B A S I C
they call her: Taylor Jacobie Wells
she blew out 16 candles this year
she measures: 5'5"
of female gender
no specific ethnicity
she celebrates coming of age on December 12

Y O U
Class: Upper middle
Intelligence: smarter than most people
Talents && Hobbies: horseback riding, anything musical, & art
Clothing && Accessories: anything she thinks looks good;; obsessions including her plaid Chucks. American Eagle, Pac Sun, H&M, Forever 21, Hot Topic
Tastes: in guys? rocker ;D

F A V O R I T E S
Book: she doesn't read much....other than sheet music
Band: everything
Place: The barn
Color: purple
Food: skittles
Drink: water & Fuze
Activity: GUITAR && RIDING
Out on the Town:

P H Y S I C A L
her irises are: green
her skin is: tan
the pearly whites are:shining bright
the hair is: brown
Posture:prim and proper
people notice her: eyes and smile


M E N T A L
Aspirations:singer and vet
Flaws: She bites her nails, which is a down fall for her musically because long nails are a plus for plucking guitar strings
Strengths: Beyond anything, her major strength is riding and training horses.
Fear: That she will never accomplish her dreams and goals
Habits:She always chews on her necklace when she's nervous, her often resorts to biting her nails
Responsibility:Her horse
Generosity && Confidence:One of the sweetest and most polite girls you will ever meet. Her confidence could use a little boost though.
Humor:She's no stand up comic, but always has a joke or two hidden up her sleeve
Attitude:Always polite, but her true thoughts are kept between only close friends. She's not one to judge often, but when it comes to her talents (vocals and riding) she can be quite the critic.

B A C K G R O U N D
Mother: deceased
Father: Jack Wells
Occupations:Father is a contractor, but as a side composes music
Status: single
Residence:

HISTORY
Taylor's family always lived in the horse infested state of Kentucky. Her father owned a small contracting company, her mother being his right hand. The pair worked together to support their business until it eventually became a decent function and the family flourished from it. Taylor seemed to live a life of luxury. Her parents had new found wealth, they were living in an amazing house, she had all the latests fashions, the family music studio, and most importantly- the farm. Her mother had always been fond of showing and training horses and was and avid competitor. She was becoming a champion with every ribbon earned. One day, Taylor and her mother were trailering a green filly to a local horse show. The youngster was about 2 and was still getting used to the whole showing environment and this local horse show was great training. Taylor's confidence was beaming because finally her mother was going to let her show her filly. Usually her mother was overprotective of her younger horses, and wouldn't let Taylor even an inch into the saddle. The pair were deep in conversation, discussing the possible outcomes for later that day. It was until suddenly the truck and trailer veered around a corner, colliding head on into a tractor trailer. Taylor's mother was instantly killed. Taylor was in intensive care and therapy for several months, trying to help cope with the tragedy. The filly survived, but suffered a great amount of trauma. Today, Taylor is still coping with her loss, building up the young filly's confidence and talent. Its the only connection she feels she has left with her mother, and she plans on making her filly a champion.
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S A M P L E P O S T

Shod hooves leaped into the air. The distance was reasonable, but could be improved upon. The Thoroughbred let out a grunt as she landed, all four hooves then gearing into a thunderous rush toward the next fence. Her chocolate brown eyes grew wide, the pure excitment and untamed spirit were clear. Another leap. This time clearing it well over the distance intended. The dark bay then

wheeled around the bend of the ring, back hooves kicking up dust which loomed in the air of the unkempt ring. Aboard was a slim waisted girl, her body obviously strongly built for the sport. Beads of sweat trickled down the sides of her cheeks, though it didn't seem to phase her. All concentration was focused on the giant breathing creature beneath her. She could feel the full extent

of her rythmn; a speedy three count. Her fingers gripped tighter around the reigns, though it was quickly becoming harder to do so. Not only was this horse constantly tugging at the bit, but her palms began to sweat, causing her hold to loosen. Grinding her teeth, she forced her hands to hold on just long enough to finish the course. The next fence came up fast, and the unsteady thoroughbred made a dangerous leap in hopes to clear it. Bounding at high speed to a four foot jump was usually the inital point of the Jumper divisions, but when that horse was in training- it was bad news. The female aboard bit down hard on her lip, the blood that sucreesed tasting like cold metal. Her body flew upward, digging her heels into the irons to keep a steady balance over the horse's body.

Cleared. Thank goodness. With that, the girl brought the bay to a steady walk, giving her full rein to stretch out her neck. Her name was Taylor. A hot headed horse trainer in the making.
"That a girl. Just take a breather."She said, stroking the horse's long and elegant neck, her voice hinted with a bit of dissapointment. She wasn't angry or upset, just frustrated. Dealing with a high strung thoroughbred had turned out to be a tougher challenge than she intended. None the less, she loved the even tempered horse. She was the picture of perfection it seemed. The conformation was perfect. Sleek head, long neck and legs, strong muscular build. In hand, she was a sweet and usually laid back mare. Though, her overall performance in the ring was the downfall of her perfection.

The canter was flat and felt raced. Jumping was her strongest asset, but she tended to race toward each fence rather than pace herself. Further more, her head was raised as if she was reaching for the heavens. Not attractive whatsoever. As the mare's stomache heaved, her body working to regain its strenght, Taylor continued to strode around the ring. Her mind wandered, thinking of all the things she would eventuallly have to face. A sigh.

Black eyeliner now streamed below her eyes, the accumulating sweat creating an unwanted facial delima. Whiping it quickly with her shirt, Taylor touched up her face before dismounting. Her scuffed black field boots dug into the surface of the arena, the dust and gravel crunching beneath her feet as she lead the giant mare from the ring. Her mind wandered aimlessly about as she continued on her way. This was a time to think. Alone at the barn was always a time to think. Her mind rested on her music; guitar nestled safely in the comfort of the tack room. What would she play this weekend at the local hubs? If she played something familiar, people were bound to applaud and encore. That meant extra money. Walking in silence, she lead the mare to her stall, throwing off the heavy tack as she went. With an appreciative snort, the bay circled about her stall for a bite to eat. Taylor squeezed through the sliding door, closing it quickly behind her. Tack slung across her shoulder and saddle in hand, she made her way to the tack room. Another sigh escaped her lips as she glanced at the acoustic guitar situated in one corner of the room.

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