Post by Elliot Athens on Nov 8, 2007 11:23:17 GMT 2
Name: Pirate Battlecry (Pirate)
Age: 6
Date of Birth: Febuary 4th, 2001
Height (in hands) 17.0
Colour: Dark Bay
Picture:
Strengths
* Very strong and fit
*Skilled for Dressage, 3-Day Eventing, Showjumping, Foxhunting and trail riding.
* Sound
Weaknesses
* Full of ego and attitude, difficult to ride.
* He tends to hollow out his back when jumping and throw his head up in the air when he's annoyed.
* Occasionally chips when jumping, and can taken the bit in his mouth and run away with his rider.
Description: A dark bay Holsteiner with no markings. He is a rather big horse with a kind face and a powerful air. He is not for racing. He is Elliot's personal riding horse.
History: (must be one paragraph)
Pirate was born in the US and was out of a mare who was imported from Germany and by a stallion who is still in Germany. Pirate was raised as any other normal horse until the age of 1 and 1.2 years old, when his training began. All through his training his life was normal, in fact his life was normal until he met Elliot.
When Elliot first bought him, his master was 11 and was buying his secod horse. Hours after Pirate started living with Elliot, horse and human bonded and learned to trust each other. Both had a taste for recklessness and riding at night, which Elliot's mother hated.
RP sample: (as horse)
I'll be playing Elliot.
Peregrine's heart all but broke as he saw the lash being applied to the horse's ebony coat. He was a kind-hearted boy, and felt for the animal.
"That will teach you, you stinking...smelling...beast!" The handler yelled at the horse, punctating each word with a blow from the whip. The crowd laughed. Elinor started foward, but Peregrine got there first.
"Stop it!" He cried shrilly. "You're hurting him!"
The man who was lashing the horse turned and looked and the boy who had just turned 12 and leered.
"You think you can handle him? You're nothing but a child!" The man and the crowd.
"Let me ride him!" Peregrine shouted, behind him Elinor stepped back letting him fight his own battle.
There were suddenly yells from the crowd.
"Let the kid have a chance!" Somebody yelled, and immediately, the rest of the audience followed his example.
"All fine, get on then." The handler growled at Peregrine. Who scrambled onto the horse's back. The handler paused for one moment before reaching up and cutting the horse's bridle with a knife.
"What are you doing?" Peregrine asked in horror as the handler let go of the colt and gave him one final lash with the whip. For one moment everything was silent and still. Then the horse erupted away in a show of power, speed, and agility. He began to buck.
What have I gotten myself into?
Age: 6
Date of Birth: Febuary 4th, 2001
Height (in hands) 17.0
Colour: Dark Bay
Picture:
Strengths
* Very strong and fit
*Skilled for Dressage, 3-Day Eventing, Showjumping, Foxhunting and trail riding.
* Sound
Weaknesses
* Full of ego and attitude, difficult to ride.
* He tends to hollow out his back when jumping and throw his head up in the air when he's annoyed.
* Occasionally chips when jumping, and can taken the bit in his mouth and run away with his rider.
Description: A dark bay Holsteiner with no markings. He is a rather big horse with a kind face and a powerful air. He is not for racing. He is Elliot's personal riding horse.
History: (must be one paragraph)
Pirate was born in the US and was out of a mare who was imported from Germany and by a stallion who is still in Germany. Pirate was raised as any other normal horse until the age of 1 and 1.2 years old, when his training began. All through his training his life was normal, in fact his life was normal until he met Elliot.
When Elliot first bought him, his master was 11 and was buying his secod horse. Hours after Pirate started living with Elliot, horse and human bonded and learned to trust each other. Both had a taste for recklessness and riding at night, which Elliot's mother hated.
RP sample: (as horse)
I'll be playing Elliot.
Peregrine's heart all but broke as he saw the lash being applied to the horse's ebony coat. He was a kind-hearted boy, and felt for the animal.
"That will teach you, you stinking...smelling...beast!" The handler yelled at the horse, punctating each word with a blow from the whip. The crowd laughed. Elinor started foward, but Peregrine got there first.
"Stop it!" He cried shrilly. "You're hurting him!"
The man who was lashing the horse turned and looked and the boy who had just turned 12 and leered.
"You think you can handle him? You're nothing but a child!" The man and the crowd.
"Let me ride him!" Peregrine shouted, behind him Elinor stepped back letting him fight his own battle.
There were suddenly yells from the crowd.
"Let the kid have a chance!" Somebody yelled, and immediately, the rest of the audience followed his example.
"All fine, get on then." The handler growled at Peregrine. Who scrambled onto the horse's back. The handler paused for one moment before reaching up and cutting the horse's bridle with a knife.
"What are you doing?" Peregrine asked in horror as the handler let go of the colt and gave him one final lash with the whip. For one moment everything was silent and still. Then the horse erupted away in a show of power, speed, and agility. He began to buck.
What have I gotten myself into?
