Post by Elliot Athens on Nov 8, 2007 8:04:33 GMT 2
Name: Elliot Athens
Age: 16
Date of Birth: April 24th, 1991
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 130 pounds
Jockey/Trainer/Owner/Other: Trainer/Exercise Rider/Owner
Strengths:
* Training horses, physical fitness
*Bravery and Intelligence
* Shooting things (mostly clay birds) with his 22 gauge rifle.
Weaknesses:
* Mathematics and Sciences
* Age and gender discrimination (because he's a guy in the horse business and he's young)
* "Bending in" a crowd, "fitting in", and lying, he's a terrible liar.
Picture:
Description: His hair is black and his eyes are brown. He's farily skinny for his age and he's quite intelligent. Girls swoon over him, and he could care less.
Personalty: Fearless, unafraid of standing up for what he believes in, loyal, modest, easy-going (except when angry). Happy for the most part, intelligent, can be sneaking and a bit of a thief, but he's horrible liar.
History: (must be 2 paragraphs)
Elliot was born in rural California to two parents in the insurance business. His father was a wealthy insurance angent and his mother served as a lawyer. Three weeks after he was born, tragety struck, Elliot's father was killed in a car crash, leaving his wife widowed and his son never to know him. Elliot, dressed in black even though he was barely a month old on the day of his father's funeral, did not understand what everyone was so sad about, nor even what a father was until kindergarden. His mother didn't have the heart to tell him what a father was.
Elliot grew up like any other kid who didn't know his father. His mother climbed higher up into the law business and made anough money to buy horses, Elliot's dearest ambition. The fact that he was male and riding was considered in the United States as a mostly female sport, didn't bother him. He bought his own horse and was happy with his life until, bored, he made a trip to the race tracks...
There he saw horses whipped and cruely abused. Grooms pulled the horse's heads down viciously by their ears in order to put their bridles on. All the horrors of the track where there. And Elliot couldn't walk away and live with himself knowing that when a racehorse couldn't run fast enough they were sent off to the glue factory, no questions asked.
So the next day he set out attempting to rescue horses previously on the racetrack and re-train and sell them as riding horses. Being a fairly accomplished horseman by then, he was confident in his abilities...and still is as that is what he is doing today.
RP sample: (Must be 2 paragraphs)
Peregrine's armour was simple and made mostly of tough clothe and leather. The only pieces containing metal in what he was wearing were his belt buckle, engraved with Celtic horses, and his spurs, which glinted, newly polished on the heels of his highly polished black leather tall boots. His helm, which he was not wearing at the moment, was made of steel that was laid over a frame of leather, wood, and metal. It sported a red and a black feather at its crest, but other then that, the helm had no adornment. His tunic was bright red and made of tough clothe, his breeches where black and made of like material. The black leather belt he wore was engraved with horses which he had carved into the leather and buckle, which were finely made. The hem of his tunic and his collar were tipped with black leather. Hi dark hair had been braided and was tied at the back of head in an imposing-looking knot. His bow was slung across as he back as was his quiver of arrows. His daggers were no doubt hidden throughout his attire, ready to be drawn at any moment to come to his defense. His trusty sword, Revenger, a Gaelic Claymore. hung in its scabbard at his hip and he rested his right hand over its leather-wrapped hilt. A hard look hard come over his features, he looked the same except for his eyes, which suddenly looked as if they had just aged hundreds of years.
"We will not be moving out quite yet." He said, his voice oddly calm. Then he turned to Ella.
"I appreciate you telling me this, Ella." he said, "I do not know you so you will have to prove your loyality in battle," then he raised his voice, "as will you all."
Age: 16
Date of Birth: April 24th, 1991
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 130 pounds
Jockey/Trainer/Owner/Other: Trainer/Exercise Rider/Owner
Strengths:
* Training horses, physical fitness
*Bravery and Intelligence
* Shooting things (mostly clay birds) with his 22 gauge rifle.
Weaknesses:
* Mathematics and Sciences
* Age and gender discrimination (because he's a guy in the horse business and he's young)
* "Bending in" a crowd, "fitting in", and lying, he's a terrible liar.
Picture:
Description: His hair is black and his eyes are brown. He's farily skinny for his age and he's quite intelligent. Girls swoon over him, and he could care less.
Personalty: Fearless, unafraid of standing up for what he believes in, loyal, modest, easy-going (except when angry). Happy for the most part, intelligent, can be sneaking and a bit of a thief, but he's horrible liar.
History: (must be 2 paragraphs)
Elliot was born in rural California to two parents in the insurance business. His father was a wealthy insurance angent and his mother served as a lawyer. Three weeks after he was born, tragety struck, Elliot's father was killed in a car crash, leaving his wife widowed and his son never to know him. Elliot, dressed in black even though he was barely a month old on the day of his father's funeral, did not understand what everyone was so sad about, nor even what a father was until kindergarden. His mother didn't have the heart to tell him what a father was.
Elliot grew up like any other kid who didn't know his father. His mother climbed higher up into the law business and made anough money to buy horses, Elliot's dearest ambition. The fact that he was male and riding was considered in the United States as a mostly female sport, didn't bother him. He bought his own horse and was happy with his life until, bored, he made a trip to the race tracks...
There he saw horses whipped and cruely abused. Grooms pulled the horse's heads down viciously by their ears in order to put their bridles on. All the horrors of the track where there. And Elliot couldn't walk away and live with himself knowing that when a racehorse couldn't run fast enough they were sent off to the glue factory, no questions asked.
So the next day he set out attempting to rescue horses previously on the racetrack and re-train and sell them as riding horses. Being a fairly accomplished horseman by then, he was confident in his abilities...and still is as that is what he is doing today.
RP sample: (Must be 2 paragraphs)
Peregrine's armour was simple and made mostly of tough clothe and leather. The only pieces containing metal in what he was wearing were his belt buckle, engraved with Celtic horses, and his spurs, which glinted, newly polished on the heels of his highly polished black leather tall boots. His helm, which he was not wearing at the moment, was made of steel that was laid over a frame of leather, wood, and metal. It sported a red and a black feather at its crest, but other then that, the helm had no adornment. His tunic was bright red and made of tough clothe, his breeches where black and made of like material. The black leather belt he wore was engraved with horses which he had carved into the leather and buckle, which were finely made. The hem of his tunic and his collar were tipped with black leather. Hi dark hair had been braided and was tied at the back of head in an imposing-looking knot. His bow was slung across as he back as was his quiver of arrows. His daggers were no doubt hidden throughout his attire, ready to be drawn at any moment to come to his defense. His trusty sword, Revenger, a Gaelic Claymore. hung in its scabbard at his hip and he rested his right hand over its leather-wrapped hilt. A hard look hard come over his features, he looked the same except for his eyes, which suddenly looked as if they had just aged hundreds of years.
"We will not be moving out quite yet." He said, his voice oddly calm. Then he turned to Ella.
"I appreciate you telling me this, Ella." he said, "I do not know you so you will have to prove your loyality in battle," then he raised his voice, "as will you all."
