Post by onyx on Jul 9, 2008 14:41:21 GMT -5
B A S I C
Name: Kristie Lynnen
Age: 19
Height: 5’7
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Caucasian/Australian
Birth date: October 29
Y O U
Class: Middle/High
Intelligence: High
Talents && Hobbies: Horseback riding, poetry and other kinds of art, singing and dancing, she also plays electric and acoustic guitar.
Clothing && Accessories: Tight Flare Jeans, tank tops, your regular typical country kind of casual girl.
Tastes: Sweet delectable food and only white gold jewelry. Yes Kristie is quite picky.
F A V O R I T E S
Book: She’s not really one to read.
Band: Her old back 2 minute warning or if she had to choose it would probably be The Used.
Place: Cape Point Australia
Color: Red
Food: Black cherries. She’s a big sucker for them.
Drink: Anything really alcoholic. If not she loves Coca Cola
Activity: Horse Back Riding
Out on the Town: Clubs, and of course the ranch
P H Y S I C A L
Eyes: Blue
Complexion: Medium Tan
Teeth: Bright white and straight
Hair: A bright blonde.
Posture: She keeps a very straight posture, she had been taught by her high class grandparents to always stand and sit up straight.
Most Noticeable: Her Eyes lips and eyelashes.
Extra: None
M E N T A L
Aspirations:
Flaws: Biting her nails, she can also tend to over exaggerate things as well as make a big deal out of a small thing.
Strengths: She has a strong voice. She’s quite the femme charmer.
Fear: Drowning and SMALL spiders.
Habits: putting other people before herself.
Responsibility: she has a pretty good sense of responsibility.
Generosity && Confidence: She’s very generous sometimes too generous. Though she’s been told she’s beautiful her self confidence is very low.
Humor: She can make a joke out of almost any bad situation.
Attitude: She has many mood swings and can be set off quite easily. Her temperament is pretty bad, she is bipolar and has a thing about always being right.
B A C K G R O U N D
Mother: Barbara Lynnen
Father: Thomas Lynnen
Parents' Occupations: Both Equine Trainers
Parents' Status && Relationship: Still Together
Parents' Residence: Cape Point, Australia
H I S T O R Y && GENERAL
Kristie grew up in Cape Point, Australia. Her parents owned a small stable breeding Spanish Andalusians. Kristie was always told to be the angel of the family, she had the looks and brains, but for some reason Kristie was never fully confidant in herself. She grew up in a high class family. But as spoiled as she was Kristie always had the dream of owning her own horse, her parents on the other hand owned a strict business breeding and selling the horses. Kristie unfortunately got attached to many of the foals that were bred there. Crying every time she had to let them go.
Finally Kristie’s parents seen how attached Kristie got to a foal named Diablo. The black foal was pure one of the finest foals her parents had ever bred. But Kristie’s parents finally gave in to her wining. They let the foal stay with the family to grow to be the best stallion they ever had. Kristie was 14 when she started training Diablo. Diablo was only 4 when he was fully trained. Kristie was 15 when she started entering him in shows always being satisfied with the place her horse had come in.
Kristie finally let her parents breed Diablo at the age of 6. He produced amazing foals. But Kristie wasn’t pleased with the way he had been treated at the ranch and wanted to bring him to a better place. A place where he could be spoiled and treated the way a horse like him should be. As Kristie reached the age of 19 Diablo was in his prime being a full blown 8 year old stallion. Kristie decided to move away. She took Diablo with her. Her parents let her take the one horse trailer and the truck. She moved to Calgary Alberta competing him in the shows in the Calgary stampede.
Now she here. In Minnesota Making her way through life and taking her beloved Diablo with her…
S A M P L E P O S T
From Cimoron Island with my character. Foxy \
Just leave me be! I yelled at a younger stallion that tried desperately to claim me. I was indeed looking for a herd but not to be with some punk. The stallion I was looking for had to be powerful, strong as well as handsome and charming. But you can’t forget about brains. To run a powerful colony a stag need all of the above and more. I was indeed very picky, I wasn’t about to just up and go for any beast that came up to me. No, he had to prove it before I would willingly go with him.
My colour was perfect, it had looked like I had been splashed with paint, some spots more so than others. My mane was onyx black and silky as could be as so was my tail. I had run out on my herd because of the colts, the dumb little colts, looking for nothing but a piece of ass. Well that wasn’t me, no no no that was for the other whores in the herd. I’m sorry little boys, I’m just not like that.
As devilish as I put out to be, I was a virgin, HA! Can you believe that! Guilty little me? Innocent? My pelt was untouched, my blood ran pure with my lines of purebred American paint. My eyes, circled by a dark colouring of brown and my earthly hide splashed violently with white. But as well as the three colours coordinated my eyes were the one thing about me that stood way out there. They were a magnificent sky blue, as so making me look like the little angel most mistaken me for.
I stood in an aggressive posture as I watched the young jerk canter away, damn that kid was so full of himself. Though he wasn’t that much younger than myself, I always was the more mature one when it came to speaking to those my own age. I stayed in that posture as I lifted my cranium to the stars. It was late and my eyes were getting heavy. But I was in the middle of no where I wasn’t about to let my guard down. I forced my pillars to move me to a pond where I lowered my thick neck to drink the cold water hit my stomach like a freight train, waking me up instantly.
I wasn’t about to fall asleep just yet, my stomach let out a gurgle letting me know that it was time to eat time to put something in my stomach. The scent of apples reached my nostrils I let the scent carry my to a small clearing in the forest. I looked up to see the stars in the night sky. It was amazing how something to big could look so small. Well it my mind it was amazing I’m sure other would have a different perspective on that subject.
As I looked toward the middle of a clearing my nose had lead me straight to the sweet smell of those little tennis ball sized fruits. I bolted towards the twisted limbed tree and lifted myself onto my two back stilts. I let my cranium stretch out to reach the fruits, I grasped one in my ivories and came down with a loud thud. My body was proportioned perfectly. Some might mistake me for a stallion with the amount of muscle I possessed. The sweet delicate taste of the apple reached my tongue I savored the juices for a while before swallowing the whole fruit.
After repeating those steps a few times I decided that I should be safe enough to rest, but I still wasn’t about to fall asleep. I laid down underneath the apple tree letting myself relax from a hard day of walking. I managed to rest for a while before getting up and grazing close by the apple tree.
