Post by LOTTIE KATHLEEN HARDING on Jan 26, 2012 15:21:08 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] * laurel kathleen harding , lottie female seventeen hetero junior advanced my name is laurel kathleen harding. but if you call me that i swear to god i will punch your damn lights out. i haven't gone by laurel since i was like...five. so just don't do it. call me lottie. i've been riding since i could walk. my first pony was a sweet little homebred welsh named victorian jumping jack. victorian being my parents' barn prefix. oh. did i forget to mention my parents own a stable named victorian ridge. so obviously i've grown up around horses. i rode jack from lead line all the way up to the large pony divisions. i love that ornery little thing. it was then i decided i didn't like the easy horses. i like a challenge. we got quite a few championships under our belt before i moved onto my first horse. he was point and shoot. push button. his name was captain five o. a typical junior hunter. i got bored of him. now that isn't in a spoiled way. he was toi simple. so we sold him to a girl that boarded with us who couldn't afford such a nice horse. she loves him. they've been winning, as far as i've heard. it was about thirteen now. i fell in love with a stallion. a big seven year old with a huge buck and no respect for authority. obviously being a junior i couldn't have him. but my parents bought him anyway. they said when i was older, he'd be mine. i found myself an equitation horse named caliope. a sweet hanoverian mare. mare. that alone is not easy. she kicked. she bucked. she squealed. she bit. she was a hurricane of destruction. at fourteen she and i left for white oak. caliope and i showed in the equitation for two years before she started getting easy as well. i liked a challenge and i had figured out all her quirks. don't touch her mouth there, shoulder tap with the crop here -- and she was an angel. and so she left white oak. and for a month or two i rode school horses. and then ori arrived. the gorgeous chestnut i had laid eyes on three years ago. he wasn't as aggressive and angry as before but he was still nuts. memories was finally my horse. and we were going to dominate. i'm kind of a spoiled brat. i'll be the first to admit that. it's because i'm such a spoiled brat that people love me. but i know my own limits. i don't flaunt my wealth and talent in the faces of others. i mean...we all have to have at least one of those to get here, right? i see no point. it's pretty obvious i have both. i mean...have you seen my horse? granted he's a firecracker, but he's pretty. it's okay to be jealous. anyway. i'll tell you one thing. i'm the loyalest bitch you'll ever meet. make friends with me and i'll always have your back. i'm not afraid to punch someone out if they mess with my friends, i don't stand for that shit. i'm pretty tall. i stand at five six. which is probably why my first pony was 14.1hh. most kids don't start out on a large. but i did. i've got a fair complexion, i'm rather pale. which i like. i don't think tan is an attractive colour. it makes you look dirty. and no one wants to be dirty. my hair is wavy and dark brown, and my eyes are dark too. i think it accentuates my pale skin even more. i like looking pretty. make up is a girl's best friend. i'm probably one of the only girls that gets up for a horse show and extra hour early just to do my hair and make up. c'mon, some cute boys ride too. you can't risk looking like you just rolled out of bed. hi! my name is mumma, and i've been on earth for twenty! out of eleven, i've been roleplaying! now, my other characters are none yet. i live in the eastern and you can reach me by pm, aim. |
