Post by Deleted on May 23, 2014 20:57:41 GMT
Character Name: Chiren Haulder
Nickname(s): Chi, Ren, Ire, Irene
Age: Age
Gender: Female
Sexuality: straight
Height/Weight: 110 lbs / 5'2"
Hair Color: blonde
Likes: Leather, Horses, Western
Dislikes: Dressage, Snobs, Fighting
Rp Sample:
Nickname(s): Chi, Ren, Ire, Irene
Age: Age
Gender: Female
Sexuality: straight
Height/Weight: 110 lbs / 5'2"
Hair Color: blonde
Description: Narrow and slight of build. Long, blonde hair that grows to around her waist line. Bright blue-green eyes and an angular face give her an elf-like appearance. Her full mouth and doll-like nose bring her appearance back to more youthful than the young woman she really is. Almost always seen smiling and wearing leather or suede with blue-jeans.
Discipline: WesternLikes: Leather, Horses, Western
Dislikes: Dressage, Snobs, Fighting
Personality: A laid-back, down-to-earth type girl; Chiren has a no-nonsense attitude and a southern-polite way of talking. She doesn't typically lose her temper but, like everyone, she does lose it sometimes. Usually when it happens she gets what she needs to say said and then moves on like nothing ever happened. Her tolerance for snooty girls/snobs is incredibly low due to the cheerleaders in the school she went to and the attitudes of most of the people that rode at the same barn she did while growing up.
Sweet, patient and relaxed she's usually not noticed by those around her because she doesn't stick her nose into things or make herself stand out very well. However she is a huge adrenaline junkie and loves taking things a step further than really necessary while riding. Fast paces, rough terrain, things like that. This is the only reason she actually competes rather than living on a quiet ranch.
History: Not NeededSweet, patient and relaxed she's usually not noticed by those around her because she doesn't stick her nose into things or make herself stand out very well. However she is a huge adrenaline junkie and loves taking things a step further than really necessary while riding. Fast paces, rough terrain, things like that. This is the only reason she actually competes rather than living on a quiet ranch.
Rp Sample:
Irene reached out with a curry comb and gave her stallions red hip a few more quick, firm circles. He grunted, leaning into her and closed his eyes, his ears flopped to the side. She smiled at him, patting his neck and switching out for a soft brush to sweep the loose hair and dirt off of his body. He didn't collect much in the way of dust despite living outside in the pasture. Easier to keep clean than her mare, that was for sure! That gray managed to get into every mud patch she could find and if she couldn't find one she would make one!
Irene sighed at the thought of having to brush down her mare before riding her. Her blue-green eyes flicked to the mare in her stall across the aisle of the barn. The tall quarter horse snorted at her, rolling her eyes and pacing the roomy box. She did not handle being stabled very well but it was the only way to keep from having to bathe her on cold days. Irene clucked at her, tossing the brush back down into the grooming kit on the floor. She snorted again at the woman before turning her back to her and staring outside.
"Fine, be that way you silly thing." Irene stomped off to the tack room, fetching her saddle pad and saddle. The heavy, old roping saddle required both hands to carry, unlike her lighter reining saddle, but it fit her stud better and was perfect for just basic riding and trails. Comfortable, well used and well-oiled she adored the heavy old saddle. Her father had owned it before her and now it was hers and it was just perfect. The stud lifted his head to stare at her over his shoulder as she jingled up to him. He shifted his weight back into balance, planting all four hooves evenly on the ground and waited as she hefted the saddle up onto his back with the saddle pad.
"Just a few minutes hun." she scratched his neck just under his mane and smiled, cinching his girth and back cinch before swinging the breast collar around his broad, well shaped shoulders and buckling it into place. "All set." she straightened the stirrup fenders and patted his neck lightly, unclipping the cross ties and taking his halter off. "Lets go." he snorted, twitching his ears, and followed her out of the barn with his cheek level with her shoulder. Outside she halted him by the arena, swung up into the saddle and clucked lightly. He shifted, snorting and stepped forward away from the light pressure on his sides as she squeezed her legs.
The movement of her horse as she ran him through a quick warm up and into true exercises was relaxing. Swinging him around and across the arena without reins, neck rope or bridle was thrilling all on its own. She'd come so far with him and he was improving more and more every day. Finally, satisfied that he was focused on her and the work at hand she pushed him into a long legged lope and worked him through sharp turns, slides, spins and circles. His ears twitched to listen to her verbal cues and his shoulder twitched when she tapped her legs against his sides, her palms resting on her thighs. This was what she wanted to push her mare to do. This was where she wanted her grey at. Judges would never have reason to dock points for visible cues if that silly minded mare would work like this. She'd never have visible cues!
Irene sighed at the thought of having to brush down her mare before riding her. Her blue-green eyes flicked to the mare in her stall across the aisle of the barn. The tall quarter horse snorted at her, rolling her eyes and pacing the roomy box. She did not handle being stabled very well but it was the only way to keep from having to bathe her on cold days. Irene clucked at her, tossing the brush back down into the grooming kit on the floor. She snorted again at the woman before turning her back to her and staring outside.
"Fine, be that way you silly thing." Irene stomped off to the tack room, fetching her saddle pad and saddle. The heavy, old roping saddle required both hands to carry, unlike her lighter reining saddle, but it fit her stud better and was perfect for just basic riding and trails. Comfortable, well used and well-oiled she adored the heavy old saddle. Her father had owned it before her and now it was hers and it was just perfect. The stud lifted his head to stare at her over his shoulder as she jingled up to him. He shifted his weight back into balance, planting all four hooves evenly on the ground and waited as she hefted the saddle up onto his back with the saddle pad.
"Just a few minutes hun." she scratched his neck just under his mane and smiled, cinching his girth and back cinch before swinging the breast collar around his broad, well shaped shoulders and buckling it into place. "All set." she straightened the stirrup fenders and patted his neck lightly, unclipping the cross ties and taking his halter off. "Lets go." he snorted, twitching his ears, and followed her out of the barn with his cheek level with her shoulder. Outside she halted him by the arena, swung up into the saddle and clucked lightly. He shifted, snorting and stepped forward away from the light pressure on his sides as she squeezed her legs.
The movement of her horse as she ran him through a quick warm up and into true exercises was relaxing. Swinging him around and across the arena without reins, neck rope or bridle was thrilling all on its own. She'd come so far with him and he was improving more and more every day. Finally, satisfied that he was focused on her and the work at hand she pushed him into a long legged lope and worked him through sharp turns, slides, spins and circles. His ears twitched to listen to her verbal cues and his shoulder twitched when she tapped her legs against his sides, her palms resting on her thighs. This was what she wanted to push her mare to do. This was where she wanted her grey at. Judges would never have reason to dock points for visible cues if that silly minded mare would work like this. She'd never have visible cues!
