Post by ♥Ava Grace Lafayer;; on Mar 4, 2009 18:27:04 GMT -5
Ava Grace Lafayer
"you just can't help it"
T H E B A S I C S ;;
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T H E B A S I C S ;;
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First Name: Ava
Middle Name: Grace
Last Name: Lafayer
Nickname(s): Ava or Gracie
DOB: July, 5th.
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Straight
A P P E A R A N C E ;;
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Face Claim: Emma Roberts
Natural Hair Color: Brown
Current Hair Color: Blondish Brown
Eye Color: Grayish brown.
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 114 pounds
Birth Marks: On her ankle.
Scars: On her left cheek from a horse accident.
Piercings: Ears and secretively navel.
Tattoos: None
General Appearance: Just look at the picture. :]
P E R S O N A L I T Y ;;
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Likes: Horses, outdoors, people, flowers, cell phones, boys, water, chips, jewelry, make-up, school, etc.
Dislikes: Snobs, brats, little kids, t.v., boring people, chocolate, soda, unhealthy food, barn animals besides horses and cats, etc., and liars.
Bad Habits: She asks way too many questions and bites her nails off whenever they get longer than half a centimeter.
Hobbies: Riding horses is her passion. She is also a very good gymnast.
Introvert or Extrovert? Extrovert
Personality: Ava is really outgoing and loves riding horses. That's about all you need to know. :]
W H O Y O U A R E ;;
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Parents: ____ Lafayer and ______ Lafayer.
Siblings: _____ Lafayer, her twin brother.
Ethnicity: Caucasian.
Hometown: Here.
Education: She is in Sophmore year right now.
History: Ava's life as a kid was always split in two. Her brother, no, her twin brother always got the attention, because he was a complete brat. She was the angel of the family and always got the blame for something her evil brother did. They are very close twins, but always get into fights and irritate the hell out of each other. The two do almost everything together, and are as close as peanut butter and jelly.
Ever since Ava was a baby, her mother and father had owned the stables they lived at today. All of the other stable owners around here always were jealous about their horses and staff and everything, but Ava didn't know why. The family was always rich and kind of snobby at first, but not Ava. She hated that she got so much attention, and not the good kind because of her stable she lived at.
The up side is that when she was just the age of two, she started riding like crazy. She was almost fully trained in English pleasure when she was five, and joined a 4-H club connected to her barn. They went to many shows, and Ava always placed high in them. When she was about seven or eight, her horse and her were galloping in the field for a joy ride and she tripped in a ditch. Her horse ended up dieing 45 minutes after the accident, and Ava was heartbroken. She spoke that she would never get another horse again, even after her broken arm and fractured knee were better. Of course, that didn't mean anything. She is a major good racer and jumper now, but does it for more the pleasure and joy rather than competition. She wants to be as un-cruel to her horses as possible.
Random childhood memory: When her and her brother were at the zoo and the giraffe stole her pacifier. Everyone blamed it on her brother.
Random Memory: Her and her friends went out to dinner when she was 13 and her fried Amanda met a random guy there and they are planning on eloping when they are 18.....
Random Fact: She hates braggers.
Position: Excersise rider, groom, and stable director sort of.
Equine Experience: She has been around them for her whole life. Her parents own a huge stable.
Years of Riding: 13.
T H E R E A L Y O U ;;
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Name/Alias: Noodle/Courtney
Years Role playing: About 3.
Random Fact: I am 13 years old.
T H E E N D ;;
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Anything Else? Nope. This site is cool, though. :]
Sample Post:"Ehmahgod. Goddamn hail!" Slamming down her alarm clock, and grabbing the blankets from the bottom of the bed, Gabi lay down in her light purple sheets, scowling at the ceiling. If only she lived in Hawaii. Somewhere where they hardly ever got rain. When California got rain, it got it good. The hail had been going half the night, and Gabi didn't sleep more than three hours. And, of course, of all nights it had to be the one right before the show. She groaned and turned over on her side towards the nightstand and rolled her eyes. It was 4:50. AM! A couple minutes more couldn't hurt, right? She turned back over and decided to wake up at 5:20. A small cat nap would be good, and hopefully get her starting up better.
"Shit!" Jumping outta bed, screaming to the shower, and taking about ten minutes to take one wasn't exactly the morning she planned to have for the show. She had slept in way too late, and it was now almost 6:30. Forgetting to set your alarm clock? Yeah, not a good idea. At all. Practically scraping herself with her nails from washing her hair, she was out in a flash. Peeking at her clock from the hallway bathroom, it said 6:42. If she just took a few deep breaths, and calmed down, she would be fine. After her hair was dry a couple minutes later, she brewed up her Chai Tea in the microwave and chugged it down. "Great morning, eh?" She said sarcastically halfway outta breath. She was not talking to anyone really, except maybe herself and God.
Gabi slipped on her tan show pants, her light purple collared shirt, and grabbed her dark blue show jacket out of the hallway closet. She slipped herself out the front door, and ran down to the barn, holding her jacket on the hanger high enough to not skid against the floor. She skidded to a stop at the door and shifted everything she had to her right arm, opening the barn door with her left. She jogged in to the stall being used as a lounge, and threw the jacket onto the dark gray couch, not thinking about the barn cats, or dirt scattered there. All Gabi was thinking about at that time was getting to the show, and being ready. Even if they got dead last, they needed to try.
She searched for Freedom, but no luck. Gabi ran outside, and went into her sisters main barn but he wasn't there either. "Are you fucking serious? My god, people!" She screeched. Gabi felt sorry for Josie for a moment, thinking she woke her, but then that guilt ran away and she felt anger. It was her fault basically that she was running late. Last night she had her up for hours watching Gilmore Girls re runs, and that is just one of the reasons she was in a pissy ass mood today. She went back to her barn and grabbed her halter for Freedom, and ran out to the far northern pasture. The FAR pasture, of course. Today was defiantly not her day she couldn't handle much more of this bull shit. Otherwise, she would blow. Calming herself for Free, she smiled and hooked him up, gliding him up to the barn and cross tieing him.
The poor stallion was filthy! Yet another grateful thing to happen to dear Gabrielle Wolfe in the mornings. She went outside with him, and hosed him down. Free hates water, so he kicked and bucked and fought, but only a couple of harsh words and he was good. After the hosing, Gabi led him into a clean stall and waited a little while before the Hanoverian was dry. She checked the time on the lounge wall. It read 7:39. The show started around 9:00ish, so Gabi would be fine. After a while she went into Free's stall with a towel and hand dried him off completely. After he was reasonably dry, Gabi took the stripper brush down him all over and was done with all of that within about fifteen minutes. It was time for the braiding. This would be fun.
Thirty minutes later, Gabi was still only about halfway through with just the mane. "Shit, Free. Hold still!" She scowled at the stallion, and he immediately responded. His head went low, and the sensitive Hanoverian got sad. She patted him on the shoulder and kissed his nose quickly, to show she cared about him still and didn't mean it. She grinned and kept braiding. Her day was getting a little better, but she didn't want to get her hopes up. Knowing her luck, she would jinx the whole day and they would do terrible at the We Fly High show. She scowled again as she finished braiding. Going onto the tail, she finished in ten minutes. After checking him over to make sure he was gorgeous enough to go, she decided it was time to load up.
Gabi took a deep breath and untied the stallion, leading him over to the dark green trailer. She went inside quickly, to make sure that everything was in it's proper place. There was just enough stuff on the ground, and he had some grain in a bowl for coaxing. She almost forgot to check for the hay in his basket. She opened the back door and noticed it was getting low. The show was only about fifteen minutes away, and same back so Free should be fine til then. "Save your hay for when you really need it, eh, boy?" She cooed to the stallion. He whipped his head up and down once, and Gabi smiled. She would have to do this very carefully, so that Free wouldn't spook. She took the grain in her right hand, and Free's lead in her left. Walking slowly into the trailer, she shook the grain and Free easily followed. Letting him snack a bit, she clipped him up, and went out of the trailer, securing the latches properly.
