Post by huntersgotstyle on Mar 9, 2009 16:37:45 GMT -5
(HaydenElizabethFowler)
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the face behind the mask
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the basics
nicknames: Hayden
age: 17
country of origin: Canada
occupation: rider
grade level: 11
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appearance
hair: Her hair is straight and brown, and luckily looks decent with little work. It falls slightly below her shoulders.
eyes: Her eyes are average size, maybe a tad big but it’s the green that really brings them out.
face:Haydens face is fairly average, her nose a tad big but her smile gorgeous. Her eyes sparkle below perfectly shaped eyebrows and her forehead is just a tad small. Her ears are fairly decent, but she thinks they pop out a touch too much.
clothing:Normaly you see Hayden in breeches and tall boots but when she actually leaves the barn she is usually found in fairly trendy clothing. She loves to wear shorts and flip flops, along with V neck shirts. She prefers not to attend them but when invited to a formal event she never wears anything long or over the top, just a short party dress.
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personality
Hunter
Jumper
Horses
Thoroughbreds
Paints
Winning
Competition
Riding
Socialising
Texting
Science
Reading
Writing
Partying
Soccer
Boys
Friends
Crushes
dislikes:
Western
Dressage
Snobs
Formal Events
Snakes
Snow
The Ocean
Strange looking food
Donkeys(both the human and the animal)
Chocolate Ice Cream
Olives
aspirations:
Top Hunter Rider
Dentist
Be looked up to by a generation of Riders
fears:
To be forgotten
To Lose
To Be a Bad Example to her younger sister
5 words: Equestrian. Outgoing. Sarcastic. Fun. Different.
overall personality:
Hayden isn’t your average teenager. She doesn’t care what you think or who you are, unless you’re the judge. Hayden is overly competitive, she wants to win. A ninety on a science test isn’t good enough, a second place ribbon means she did horrible and not saving every goal is murder worthy. Okay she’s not that bad, but you get the point right? She never hates the other person for beating her, she hates herself for loosing. But don’t be worried she’s harmless, she’s a farm girl with big dreams and an even bigger heart.
Hayden has a hard time shutting up, once she gets to know you. Well for some people. Sometimes she warms up to you right away, other times she never does. It’s all like picking numbers from a hat, totally unpredictable. Even she doesn’t know how her complicated mind works. She loves to be held close but hates it at the same time, she contradicts herself in attempts to keep her heart safe but usually hurts herself in the long run. She is fun to go out with though, because she doesn’t care if she looks like a fool when she dances or if at karaoke night it’s a good thing everybody is plastered. She is interesting but extremely fun, so once you get to know her you’ll love her. Well ok, you might love her.
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history
Kate Fowler; mom; Equine Massage therapist; 37
Evan Richards; dad(divorced from her mom); Doctor; 43
Sara Fowler; sister; 11
Emma Richards; half sister; 8
Toby Richards; half brother; 9
overall history:
Hayden was born into a fairly well off home. Her parents loved her and treated her well. They seemed to have a wonderful life, but when Hayden was 13 she told her parents something she had never mentioned to anybody before. She told them that she’d been sexually assaulted by her dads brother when she was 11. Her Dad through a major fit and exclaimed she was lying and that his brother, Steve, would never do such a thing and was a honest doctor just like him. Meanwhile her mother just held her close and told her it would all be ok as she cried heavily into her shoulder. Hayden the watched the family fall apart after her announcement and within days after she told them her father had moved out and soon after the divorce was final and the kids were given Kate’s last name. Hayden knows it was all because of her, and her mom has gave in refusing it. Hayden has yet to forgive her father and rarely speaks to him, well talks frequently to her mother and has a great relationship with her sister Sara who was only a few weeks old when Hayden’s dad left them.
As for Hayden’s riding career, it isn’t near as tragic as her home life. She rode before she could walk, and totally skipped the lead line and walk trot classes. She rode her moms thoroughbred gelding Dreamer for a long time, showing Hunters and odd jumper class just for fun. Then her mom bought a young hunter prospect and eventually she was riding that to. When she was nine she got her first hunter pony, a small pony with a white spot on his bum. That pony had to be the brattiest thing Hayden ever rode, but she loved it to death even after he took off with her in the show ring, jumped the arena fences and dragged her through plenty of mud puddles. Slowly she moved up, from small ponies to mediums. And then she stopped growing but kept aging, so she switched to jumpers for a few years to continue with medium ponies. Finally she switched back to hunters and started riding Hunters to jump higher fences. And then she moved here. The rest is still unwritten.
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final touches
“Get your ass out of bed and ride your horse” said Kate throwing my helmet at me, my reflexes failed and I ended up getting it in the head. I went to reply but Kate was already heading out of the house- I wondered how much my parents and paid her to come yell at me. Whatever they paid, I was obviously expected to get up and do something. And riding seemed better then house chores. I hopped into the shower and attempted to clean myself up. When I stepped out of the house I still felt like crap, but I at least I looked half decent. My honey suckle blonde hair was pulled into a messy bun and my eyes were no longer red and puffy but there normal ocean blue. I wore my normal outfit, a pair of black breeches and a red joules polo. I wore a pair of red crocs on my shoes and carried my Ariat field boots.
I pulled my moms car into the parking lot to see the barn was pretty packed- there was tons of room for everybody in the two huge indoor arenas and the three large outdoor arenas. But unlike must people I didn’t want to have the most expensive horse, the nicest tack and keep my horse at the nicest barn. But my parents say over ruled mine and so here I was- because to them image was everything. I sighed and climbed out of the car and headed towards the main barn, four isles and eighty stalls. This was just the ‘big money’ stalls- everybody else was in the second barn farther away from the main rings that were used for shows. The other barn was still extremely nice but consisted more of the high middle class rather then the actual high class. I could have cared less what barn I was in and what people thought- I would have much rather been at a small down to earth barn where everybody got along and people joked around. This place was so stuck up- so all about perfection. Nobody cared that at one time there horse bucked and kicked- it was all about what their horse was now. The people didn’t care what it took to get their horse to be perfect- They just wanted the most expensive horse, the best horse and most importantly the horse with the most first place ribbons on it’s stall.
I wandered down the wide isle looking at all the fancy hunter horses, the well muscled jumpers and the way over priced prospects that stared at me. I stopped in front of my tall black geldings stall, he looked at me with his big eyes, and I knew he could read every hidden emotion in my body. For such a big, strong horse he sure knew how to be gentle and kind. But I had to love him, his tall but fairly scrawny frame. The thoroughbred in him was so obvious- the Hanoverian and paint not so much. Yes to some people he was a mutt, but he was my mutt. And my ‘mutt’ could kick all of their purebreds asses. I just smiled and the thought and slipped into Apallo’s stall. Some people claimed his name was spelt wrong, but if you ask me it was spelt right. I slipped my arms around his neck and buried my head into his black bane, inhaling the scent. I heard footsteps stop and turned my head slightly to look there stood Amy, the oh-so fabulous barn owner. Okay so I wasn’t exactly fond of the rich snob that only put up with me because my parents were extremely wealthy. “Hey” I said in as close to a warming voice as I could. Oh did I mention this is one of the girls my ex boyfriend cheated on me with? Yeah I had many reasons to dislike the twenty one year old girl. I hate being nineteen it’s like the worst age ever- all the boys want something older and the girls want older boys-its impossible.
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read the rules? Ice Cream
the last word: nope
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