( . make me sing )

[Cristie Stjerna]

c r i s t i e .// s t j e r n a



i'm a little bit of everything all rolled into one


T H E B A S I C S ;;

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first name: Cristie
middle name: Maja
last name: Stjerna
nickname(s): Cris, etc. Anything goes.

dob: May 12
age: 18 (almost 19)
gender: Chica
sexual orientation: Straight
status: Single
pets: A dog and her gelding
education: highschool graduate

A P P E A R A N C E ;;

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face claim: Elisha Cuthbert

hair color: Blonde
eye color: Blue-grey
height: 5'5
weight: 105
scars: None major. The occasional tiny pale patch of skin to show where a scar used to be, but is steadily fading.
piercings: Ears, bellybutton

appearance: Let's face it. She looks a bit like some 'fake' girl you might see on TV. Blonde hair, blue eyes. Lean. The hair and the eyes, well, a very large percentage of Swedes look like that, she can't help it. And, hey, she's an active girl, she likes exercising.

Her hair is slightly wavy and the pale yellow colour of a peeled banana, with darker gold undertones, and falls to just past her shoulder blades. Sometimes she straightens it or plays up the waves. Generally when she's riding it's in a pony tail. For any other occasion she wears it in a variety of ways.

She has fine structure in her face, although her jaw and chin are somewhat wide. Her skin is smooth and her eyes are a bright blue-grey, thickly lashed.

Her body has nice feminine curves from her waist to her hips, and though her legs aren't 'holy-nuts' long, they run in slender lines from her hips to the ground and are nice and lean (but don't think that makes them weak!).

Her fashion sense and style is one big mishmash. A lot of the time she opts for a classy look and wears elegant tops and boots, but sometimes she just gets lazy or knows she's gonna get dirty (like at the barn) and just opts for tank tops and jeans.

P E R S O N A L I T Y ;;

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Likes:

• Western tack
  
• Driving
  
• Cuddling
  
• Animals
  
• Summer
  
• Mountains
  
• Sweden
  
• Music
  
• Early morning
  
• Cherries

Dislikes:

• Humidity
  
• Waiting
  
• Loudmouthed meanies
  
• Knives
  
• Jerks
  
• Fighting
  
• Flat ground
  
• Stomach aches
  
• Being all gross and sweaty
  
• Falling off

Bad Habits: Cris, I'm afraid, does NOT suffer fools gladly. She's pretty damn hard on them. She is also rather impatient and can get fed up quickly.

Hobbies: Swimming, riding, a having a great time with friends.

Introvert or Extrovert? Extrovert.
Personality: To be honest, Cristie thinks she's the most average person ever.

She is very outgoing, rather flirty, and makes friends easily. She can get along with almost anybody with little effort and is just basically a people person. She loves a good party and likes letting go with friends. Or strangers. Whoever's around, really.

She's pretty clever, always makes sure she knows the facts before forming on an opinion on something. And she usually has an opinion on just about anything. She's not afraid to say how she feels, and though she tries to be honest most of the time, she will lie if she thinks it's better in the long run.

She likes fashion and a busy lifestyle. She tries not to be judgemental, and tries to make time in her life for people. Sometimes she may seem uncaring, but really she just prioritizes and focuses on what's most important. Other things may not grant much attention. She sticks up for the underdog and will not hesitate to speak up, no matter who it may be against.

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W H O Y O U A R E ;;

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parents: Gustaf and Kajsa Stjerna
siblings: Peter, Tobie (both boys)
ethnicity: Swedish
birthplace: Zvolen, Slovakia
hometown: Jurich, Sweden

history:
.// before kadin

Cristie was born in a small town in central Slovakia, where her parents were living with a very ill great grandmother. Cristie was the youngest of three children, both older boys. Her family had moved to Slovakia to look after Maja, Cristie's father's grandmother. They lived there until she was four, when Maja died and the family moved back to their farm in the mountain ranges of northern Sweden, near the border with Norway.

Her parents owned a prosperous farm in a village in one of the mountain valleys. The mountains of Sweden are timeless and ancient, eroded for thousands and thousands of years until their tops were generally round and rolling, although the valleys are deep and where Cristie grew up, they extended far above the treeline. Her families grew crops as well as raising livestock, mainly sheep and cattle.

Cristie was given her own little pony, a tiny Icelandic named Rafi and began school in town. She was taught to help care for the animals, and when she was old enough, she and Rafi (who although only 12 hands, was strong, tough, and a hard worker, not to mention extremely stubborn!) helped take the animals up to their mountain pastures in the summer, and bring them down again in winter. Yup, cute little Cristie with her blonde baby ringlets was growing up to be a wholesome little farm girl.

But although she always looked out for the animals on the farm, in grade 10, her perfect streak of grades began to dip dangerously low. It was strange; she was a clever girl after all, not just book smart, and had normally always been eager to help. Her parents wanted to get her out of this phase but when they tried to get her special help at school she grew snappy and bad-tempered. For some time this went on. Cristie was constantly out late, even on school nights. Sometimes she wouldn't even show up until the next morning, but would never tell her parents where she had been. When she and her group of friends had a run-in with the local police for breaking and entering into their school, her parents had had enough. Although they did not believe in sending children away, they feared they had failed as parents. Peter was grown and lived in another valley, with a wife and his own farm. Jacob was going to university in southern Sweden and only came home when he had holidays. Why had they gone wrong with Cristie?

Not knowing for sure if they were doing the right thing, they sent her to America to live with her aunt and uncle who had connections to a prestigious academy where horses were greatly involved. The one thing that Cristie still seemed to care about in her life were the animals, and her parents hoped that a harsh change of reality would get their daughter to see straight, and that she would not be further corrupted without their influence.

She was sent to New Moon Academy, on the outskirts of New York. It was a high school that combined competitive horseback riding with its regular classes. There, on one of her first nights at the academy, she was raped and became pregnant. The boy to comfort her and pull her through that night quickly became her best friend. His name was Kyler. Around the time that Cristie actually found out about the pregnancy, Kyler entered an eventing competition with his warmblood mare, Shimmer. During the cross country portion, Shimmer went down at a jump, shattering her leg. She needed to be put down.

Bother Kyler and Cristie comforted one another and helped eachother through their own personal crisis. Cristie had feared going back to Sweden with a child. She was leaning towards giving the baby up for adoption when it was born, but she miscarried at 4 months.

She bought Tierno, a ragged, beat up Spanish horse at auction for a rock bottom $245 dollars that year. Upon graduating, although she wanted to go back to Sweden to go to university, she went to work. She needed money to save for a plane ticket and tuition. One of Cristie's friends had family in Kentucky and once going down to visit them, so she and Tierno hitched a ride and the two found themselves in Kadin, where Cristie quickly found work as an exercise rider and Riverside Stables.

.// at kadin

{-} found work with kilandria waters as an exercise rider
{-} it just so happened that her old friend kyler stevenson was a groom at the same barn. they bumped into eachother. much rejoicing.
{-} a colt she was exercising accidentally got knocked in the head by a rock, flung up off the track. he veered and fell, rolling over cristie. she came off with a hyperextended knee, broken collarbone, cracked ribs,a nd blood loss. the colt pulled a tendon and sprained one ankle

riding level: Sees herself as experienced. Others see her as having ridden farm ponies most of her life.
riding style: Working. Most comfortable in working western tack. Has never competed.
riding experience: 16 years

connections
soulmate: x
adores (friend): kyler s
best friends: x
boyfriend: kyler s
friends: x
tempted: x
booty call: x
respects: kilandria w, kyler s

acquaintances: x
likes: x
has met: kilandria w, kyler s

irritated by: x
no respect for: x
pissed at: x
dislikes: x
no tolerance for: x
fears: x
hates: x

themes:
beautiful day - u2
break the ice - britney spears
donde estan corazon - enrique iglesias
i'm a bitch - alanis morrissette
let it rock - kevin rudolf
live your life- t.i.
departed - brandi
where is the love - blackeyed peas
love story - taylor swift

it's a love story, baby just say yes

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[Cristie Stjerna]

v i m y .//

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name: vimy
gender: female
age: 2 years
date of birth: February 17
breed: American Pit Bull Terrier
coat colour: fawn brindle and white
eye colour: chocolate brown
height: 23 in. at shoulder
weight: 45-50 lbs (she gets chubby in winter ;])

appearance: Pretty dogs turn heads. Vimy breaks necks. She is a magnificent dog to behold. Compact, muscular, with clean, powerful legs and a look about her that makes you know before she moves that she is fleet and strong. She has a compact, blocky head, with a tidy snout, and dark expressive eyes. Her ears have been cropped short, sticking up alertly from the top of her head. Her back is short and strong, although she is slightly longer than she is tall. Her tail reaches to her hocks and is most often held up eagerly. Her snowy white coat is patched with pale brown, which is in turn smudged and singed with darker ambers and browns, showing a brindle pattern. Her jaws are most often cracked open in a wide pit bull smile, her salmon pink tongue flopping every which way. She still has not totally filled into her body and will end up with a somewhat broader chest and more powerful hindquarters than she has now.

personality: Vimvim has got a classic pit bull attitude. She's confident, determined, and absolutely adores people.

Always eager to please, Vimy will do anything you ask, and if she doesn't understand what you want, she will work until her little brain has an aneurysm to figure it out. This makes her easily trainable and her bahaviour very easily molded.

Forget the 'vicious locking jaws' stereotype. This dog is a big love slut and will do anything for a belly scratch or even just a friendly glance her way. She would never lay tooth on a human, and although she is very athletic and loves to be out running around, she does have her lazy days where she just wants to flop around on the couch and eat. But hey, who doesn't?

This little dog is crazy game though. The trademark of her breed, if you set her a task, she will not give up until she completes it. She always tries her very best and it helps that she's rather clever, to help her problem solve and do what is asked of her. If you told her to go get a tennis ball at the top of Everest and bring it back, dammit, she'd climb till she turned into a little pupsicle.

birthplace: Troy, NY
mother: Kell
father: Dragon
brothers: Cooper, Colby, Bear
sisters: Ruby, Kimber

history: There are a lot of mean people in this world. The treatment of animals has become better and better over the centuries. If you look back, some animals were treated absolutely horridly. Now of course, we have laws saying you can't beat or starve your dog, cat, horse, whatever it may be. But of course, scum still exists.

Vimy was born to scum like that.

Vimy's mother was a retired fighter, covered in scars from a lifetime of her suffering. Her owner was part of the underground dogfighting ring.

She gave birth to six healthy puppies. Some were sold when they were weaned. Vimy and her brother Colby were not, being the two strongest and most hopeful in the litter. They had their ears cropped battle-style and were quickly started in their training, as much as their soft little puppy bones could take. Their mother would now be a brood bitch, since her fighting career was over. She did not like this life. She did not like to fight. Her breed's name had been turned to mud. None of them liked the fighting but they did it because of their one desire in life: to please. Their masters wanted them to fight so they did it, hoping to make them happy. But a loser dog was of no use to dogfighters, and selling it to somebody as a pet could get them and their circle caught. No, loser dogs were hooked up to wires. One was clamped to their tongue, the other to the skin between their legs. And then a switch was flicked. Like that, the life of a perfectly good dog was gone. Vimy's mother did not like this life one bit. But, like all dogs and especially all pit bulls, she had an undying devotion to her master. She would not run from him. But she didn't want her children to live this life.

After a good night, winning plenty of money from his prize dogs, the man celebrated with drinks. He was extremely drunk, all the dogs could tell as he stumbled into the kennels. He opened Vimy's mothers kennel. "Wunna yer brothers just made me three grand, bitch!" He hollered. She couldn't tell if he was pleased or upset, but her tail wagged hopefully. The man laughed and her door clanged shut. He shut off the lights and left, but Vimy's mother's ears were pricked. The latch on her door had not locked properly. She made her way down the aisle, snuffling, until she came to the pens of her two children, her first children. She was already heavy with pregnancy again. She could not run from her master even if she wanted to. But her children could. She nosed open the latches on their doors and sent them off.

Vimy and Colby roamed far. They roamed through many towns where there was lots of tasty garbage. But people threw things at them or ushered their children away. Feeling unwelcome, the puppies tried travelling over countryside instead. Colby followed a young boy back to his farm one day whilst the pups were exploring separately. Following his scent trail, Vimy went to the farm. She was anxious, knowing not all humans were kind and worrying about what kind of people he was with. She watched from the forest. For two days he played with the boy and lived in the farm house with the family. He was happy. Vimy moved on.

The next town she reached, she met a girl, one who took an interest in her as she saw her across the street. Food was left out for Vimy for several nights, before the girl brought her into the house. Vimy's tail wagged obliviously, merely pleased for the company and a soft bed that night. She learned not to make noise, or pee in the room, only out on the balcony, or when she was taken outside. She knew there were other humans in the house but they were never allowed to see her. Curious at the secretive ways of the young human, Vimy grew to adore her in any case, and was eager to learn the tricks that made the girl so happy. When one morning she, along with the girl's belongings, was packed into a duffel bag (left slightly unzipped) and placed in the trunk of a car, she saw it as adventure and settled down to sleep on the long ride to New Moon Academy, where she was accepted and spent the next year or so of her life, before another road trip down to Kansas.

[Cristie Stjerna]

Tierno's bio coming soon.