Post by * chestah! on Jan 27, 2009 1:34:05 GMT -5
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sky
isn't a nobody.
her name is chestah and she's been alive for 13 long years.
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» As beautiful as fire against the evening sky;
The birth Certificate Reads Sky Lark Terrace
That's what they call me Sky
Don't dare you call me Lark
Been on this damn world 22
They always say I look like Chester Bennington
»You fuel the lost desire- I no longer wanna die;
I stand tall 6'2
Don't ask me this 165
Holes and Ink Sky is heavily inked from head to toe. On his left upper arm he has a tattoo of the Pisces symbol, and on the right upper arm a tattoo of Japanese koi fish. On both arms he has flames from his wrist to forearm. On his right elbow he has a skull and a rose. On his inner left elbow he has a swirl design with his initial is the center. Across his chest he has gothic swirls. On his back there is an image of two dragons going down his back and in the center outstretched hands. On his left leg he has another dragon and on his right pinkie finger he has his birthstone ring tattooed there. He has both ears pierced and often wears circular earrings.
I stand out His most notable feature is his large, intense dark brown eyes. Sky's eyes are the most drawing feature on him, even overpowering his scars. They are emotional and intense but still leave you with questioning thoughts about what is going on behind them. He is often mistaken that he is staring when he is simply glancing by.
This is me Sky is tall, dark and handsome. His dark brown hair is normally kept short, and has been dyed every colour imaginable. he normally has a blank expression on his face, his lips pursed into a line. he smiles occasionally, and when he does, it's amazing. sky is strikingly handsome, having a slender body and a serious but intriguing face. he has broad shoulders which many people have leaned on for support. he is rather skinny, in fact, he has more issues with gaining weight than loosing weight.
Sky has long legs that give him his height and a broad, muscular chest. Although you probably won't notice at first glance he actually is pretty muscular, but it's not like he takes the time to go to a gym and work out. His skin is medium toned, although it gets very pale in the winter. Sky always smells sweet like summertime and hay, something girls like about him. Although he is rather light he's sturdy and tough from what he's been through.
a huge drawback of the nearly perfect man are the scars that shred across his back and chest. the scars are deep and permanent, the most obvious of them a gaping gash that if on his right shoulder blade. Although most of the scars are from his parents, some are from riding accidents. He has scars that wrap around his calves from when he was trying to jump a barbed wire fence and became entangled in it instead. Although tattoos decorate his body, the scars are still dominant. Some girls find them sexy, as if they were battle scars, but Sky finds them repulsive.
Sky doesn't care much about clothes, and is nearly always decked out in a pair of ripped and faded jeans with his signature studded belt with spike studs that stick out an inch from the leather. He normally wears a DC t-shirt and skater shoes that have no traction from being worn so much. His paddock boots are always muddy and the velvet is starting to wear on his show helmet but Sky couldn't care less about anything as unimportant as the way he looked.
»Take me by the hand and see beyond the lies;
Ugh Slutty girls, girls who only like him for his 'hotness', people who ask too many questions, nightmares, memories, himself,being dumped.
Yeah People he can trust, people who trust him, horses. He loves songwriting, playing his guitar and singing.
Not so good He has anxiety and depression disorders that can really knock him out of whack. You'd be surprised by just how 'out of whack' he can get.
Go me Despite everything that's happened to him, he's very strong mentally even with his downfalls. He has a beautiful, calming voice when he sings.
Eeep! Suprisingly, his biggest fear is something juvenile. He is deathly afraid of the dark. The dark represents everything he's come from, a life of darkness, people with black souls, for in the dark it's where he's truly alone with the worst creature faceable. that creature is himself.
All together Sky is a lot of things. A flirt. A lover. A loner.
He's afraid of a lot of things, his anxiety causing him to blow things out of proportion. He never lets his fear show. It's the worst thing to do- if you're afraid, you're vulnerable, and then some people might take advantage of that. He isn't the loudest person around, and is actually kind of held back. But if a topic arises that he feels the need to give input to, he certainly will. Sky is trustworthy and honest, and will never let you down. He does all he can to make others happy and quite often he sacrifices his own happiness for others. Sky will never let anyone feel the degree of loneliness he felt growing up, he'll make sure of that.
He's dedicated to riding and finds that it can clear his mind easily and help him cope with everything. He's a good person to have around and is very nice. When he's depressed though, things go into a nosedive. He can become irritable and antisocial, ignoring everyone around him to wallow in his sorrow. The depression spells he goes through are intense, and it takes a lot of mental willpower to crawl out of a spell.
Music is his second most important thing, horses being the first. He has a beautiful voice and is amazing on the guitar. He's sang until his throat bled and played until his fingers went numb. Before he decided to pursue an equestrian career, he wanted to be a great musician. He still writes a lot of songs and plays all the
time, but he's focused more on riding. Music is his main inspiration to carry on in life, and often at the barn he'll have his iPod in his ears, and have music playing when he's training in an arena. It teaches the horse to listen better to him, as well as provide some motivation. He listens to alternative and rock music, disliking pop and rap.
»Cleansed and pure and weak, I suffer when I dream.;
Don't fight family Lark Terrace, father, deceased. Abagail Klark, mother, deceased.
But fight siblings None
Born and raised Just outside of Edmonton, Alberta.
Blast from the past His life was, to put it gently, miserable.
He grew up on a secluded farm outside of Edmonton, Alberta, Canada. His father was a cattle rancher, his mother working at a pharmacy in the city. Sky saw the buckle end of his father's belt a lot, often for things e didn't do, or sometimes for no reason at all. He was abused mentally as well as physically growing up. He found no refuge when he took the bus to school either- no one really took kindly to him. He was completely alone until he turned 15, everyone either hurting him or mocking him. Sky was disgusted even by his own name, which carried his father's name as his middle name. Sky would stay up for hours at night, crying silently and trying to lie in a position that wouldn't cause discomfort to the gaping wounds that crisscrossed on his skin. In those late nights he wrote songs on the walls with a pencil and began to sing quietly, and discovered that he wasn't that bad at it. His father thought otherwise. One night, when Sky was 13 his father heard him and slapped him, realling at him to 'Shut the f*** up!' and that he was pathetic and stupid to have to resort to that for comfort. He didn't sing again until he was 16.
Just a few months after he turned 15, Sky and his parents were taking a rare trip to the city where a semi hit their pickup on the side. The driver's seat was crushed, killing both of his parents. It was a miracle that Sky lived, and after that fateful day, the rest of his life consisted of a string of foster homes. By the time he was 17 he had been in 15 different homes, none of them lasting. The other foster children weren't light on him either, until he went to his 15th foster home.
This one was a ranch which owned many horses. His foster parents actually cared a bit about him, and he finished school a bit late but still happy. His foster parents taught him how to ride, and Sky found it was quite calming and an enjoyable sport. He began to pursue his equestrian dreams by looking for an acceptable school to go to. He found River's Edge, and is now beginning a new chapter in his life.
» I need to find a purpose- I need to feel you needing me;
Before here Hasn't had any good relationships except for his foster parents, but has had a few one night stands with girls in highschool.
Yes There's nothing in particular that Sky prefers in people, he's able to find something beautiful in anyone that you throw at him.
No He hates one dimensional girls, and girls that are exactly like everyone else.
I like Has kissed a guy when he was drunk, but definitely straight.
Stay with me forever He knows no one so far.
»I want you to stay- you take away the pain;
Password ice cream.
This is how I RP Not the same character, but you get the idea.
It was probably going to rain today, as the clouds were turning dark and
menacing. A blast of cold wind came from behind them, making the hairs
on Tanner's neck stand up and the hanging flowerpots from the small
stable shake in the wind. Remember looked up, half closed eyes wide.
The paint glanced at Ky and Sin, whickering lowly. He flicked an ear
back as Tanner nodded in agreement to their words. "This was the
first stable to be built, my great-grandfather built it. I think it actually
used to be a cow lean-to." He chuckled, that was hard to believe now.
The little four-stall stable block was partially laced with ivy, decorated
with hanging flower pots his grandmother had sculpted, and cobble
stone paths that led to the courses and the rear arena entrance.
He glanced over to Emerald for a moment, still smiling a bit. She seemed
distant, thinking. For a moment he wondered what about, while shorten-
ing the reins to Remember as he bobbed his head. It was interesting how
he suddenly felt for her after knowing her for what, an hour or so? If he was
asked how he felt he probably wouldn't be able to describe it, it was so-
mething he hadn't felt in a very long time. At first he had assumed it was
just meeting someone new, but now, he was thinking it was something
much more than that.
Tanner was broken out of his short silence by a loud rumble of thunder. He
looked up at the same time Remember did, the sky dark. It had just been
nice a minute ago... He sighed as a raindrop hit his helmet with a plink.
"I swear, the weather here is bipolar. We better get them back to the
barn." He said, Remember setting off at a trot back to the main stallion
barns. Although the small stable was nice, it was meant for summer use
and was quite drafty. The rain grew from two odd drops to a small sprinkle,
but the clouds told a different story. They reached the stable quickly, Rem
eager for his warm stall.
Tanner stopped the horse infront of the stable, dismounting quickly as the
rain made the paint a bit jittery and unsure. He pushed the door open
from its half closed position and led the paint in, walking down to the
grooming stalls. He quickly tied up Rem and untacked him, although his
thoughts were far elsewhere, most of them centering around Emerald.
He brushed past her when he was putting his saddle back on Rem's rack,
and turned a bit red before uttering a rushed 'sorry' under his breath. He
returned quickly to the paint, feeling his cheeks go slightly warm. He took
of the bridle to occupy himself, focusing back on the horse before he did
something even stupider like walk into her.
Tanner hung up the bridle behind him on a hook in the grooming stall and
gave Remember a brush down, the paint nosing his broad shoulder aff-
ectionately. The stallion sensed his owner's detachment, normally he'd
brush him with more involvement. Tanner rubbed the horses' nose after
giving him a sweep with the dandy brush. He them hung up the bridle,
complexion going back to its regular pale state. He led the stallion back
into his stall, where Remember promptly lay down and rolled. He gave
the horse a scoop of feed and straightened his damp leather jacket bef-
ore staring wistfully outside at the rain. Hopefully their luggage wouldn't
get too wet, the rain had grown into a heavy downpour, large raindrops
making the cobblestones infront of the stable gleam. "I could help you
guys get your stuff in so you wouldn't have to make two trips out in the
rain. The weather likes to change at the most 'convenient' times."
Lyrics © to Take Me Away by Seether. Form © to River's Edge Riding Academy.
hope you don't mind me switching up the form a bit, i love being creative.
hope you don't mind me switching up the form a bit, i love being creative.
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