Post by boston on Jun 11, 2010 12:33:13 GMT -6
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boston giselle allawaybonjour, my name is DANII. i've got FIFTEEN
tracks spinning on my record. i've got serious skill 'cause i've been roleplaying for FIVE and i live in the EASTERN timezone. to contact me try TWITTER @duhdanielley
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name , boston giselle allaway
nicknames , bos, bosty
age & date of birth , twenty-two, june sixth
gender , female
sexual orientation , straight
occupation , trainer/professional equestrian
played by , shenae grimes
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height , five foot one
weight , one hundred twelve pounds
basic appearance,
"my appearance is something i try to keep up with. i always keep a good image for myself through how i look. so i look like crap, it'll say that i'm obviously having some kind of issue. but on good days i usually look decent. i pull back all my hair in a ponytail (yes, all of those brunette curls) and i make sure all of my hair is out of my face so there is no interference with my riding. i wear my breeches almost everyday, but not the same ones of course. sometimes i wear my ariats and sometime i bring out my old tailored sportsman ones i used to use back in the day when i competed. but i always wear the same ariat tall boots. they are beat to shit but i've had them for years so it was bound to happen that the leather would end up looking the way it does now.
but clothing isn't everything to me. i keep myself in shape too. i exercise twice a day. once in the morning and once in the evening. i walk almost everywhere besides to the barn and to the stores for shopping, but when i walk to get my mail and to get something close i always walk. i played soccer in high school when i had time, but i missed a ton of practices and they kicked me off the team. it all came in handy though since my legs are toned and i worked my calf muscles. good for riding i suppose.
i maintain a decent weight for my age and height. i'm like, one hundred ten pounds i think or around there which is normal for me. i've always been tiny but that made it easier for me with my jumping career and when i used to do cross country as well. i'm not going to weigh a horse down!"
physical flaws,
"i hate my so-called "flaws". let's start with the fact i have no boobs! there is no junk in the front nor is there any in the trunk either. it used to be a joke in high school because most of the girls in my class were more, well, voluptuous i guess you could say and i had nothing there. i got over it as well as the name calling once i heard that big boobs lead to back problems. karma is a bitch.
i have the most annoying smile. i don't care what anyone says, it's huge and i always look overly enthusiastic all the time. when i look back at some of my grand prix competition pictures and i see that i'm smiling, i look just plain foolish. i wish dentist could make my teeth smaller or something then my friends would stop calling me "bucky".
i don't like talking about this but i have terrible posture now. ever since my accident i just can't get myself back into the swing of it. my back just isn't how i want it to look and i look like a slouchy slob. though i do try and try and try again to get my back straight with aids and therapy, i just don't know if i'll ever be "grand prix rider" again."
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likes , horses, dressage, jumping, eventing, her gpa titanium helmet, her purple tipperary event vest, shopping, teaching, getting what she wants, traveling, new boots, breeches, her pessoa tack, the smell of saddle soap, & her old horse.
dislikes , falling, skull helmets, organic food, injuries, hospitals, saddles that squeak, bratty kids, rejection, iphones, western saddles, judges, messing up, loosing, & not being able to ride as much as she used to.
overall personality ,
"talking about myself again. i must sound like a conceited bitch right now! but, i'm not. promise. i'm probably the most humble person you'd ever meet. i'm the type of person who hates compliments, as strange as it sounds, i mean, sure i like when people find the goods things about me, but i do not like when they make it known. then everyone else will have to join in on it and tell me all this stuff i could really careless about. i'm not much of a attention liking person either. the only attention i like is that of judges, spectators in arenas and maybe some guys who tickle my fancy.
i guess i'm sort of bitter still from what happened to be a few years ago. i don't like talking to a lot of people about anything because i fear they'll bring up the incident and i'll have to elaborate on how i was stupid and screwed up the easier jump on that whole cross country course, turning it into the biggest disaster ever seen in that whole competition's history. so i keep to myself and i only talk when i feel it's necessary like in lessons and around the barn if i see my comment is needed.
let's face it, i'm a know-it-all. i can't help it. i've been around this block of equestrian crap many times before and i hate when little brats that i give lessons to and just people in general try to prove me wrong. no, you are twelve years old, you are not going to be able to take your pony to the rolex, sorry you're dream just got crushed. the show mom's piss me off too telling me "oh i read the rule book mrs. allaway! she can do this!" what rule book bitch?! seriously, i really want these people to know that the teacher/trainer/instructor is always right, the end."
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hometown , glasglow, ireland
family , jak allaway & macie colier-allaway
pets , none as of now
history , "i am originally from glasglow, ireland. my parents worked with a stable there as the stable owner's lawyer, so i guess i was a shoe-in to ride there. i started riding when i was six years old and i did what i guess now is called "pony hunters". there are pictures all over my parent's house of me riding a little grey welsh pony named "twinkle toes" and me smiling like a dork with my fifth place ribbons. i was the shit back then though. i mean, have you seen those kick-ass pigtails of mine with the huge pink bows?! it was awesome i have to admit. but, when i was about eight i started working with ex-olympic riders at the barn and i slowly moved up the ranks to junior hunter and then i started do the hardcore jumping. i was a ranked fei junior rider when i turned fifteen, then my parents decided to move across the pond so i could further my training with some american trainers.
i moved to california when i was sixteen years old and at the time i owned a sixteen point three hand tall dutch warmblood gelding named bjorn. his show name was the same, he was bred by some dutch breeder so i guess they wanted to keep it classy and simple. he was a great horse and i miss him dearly...but, anyways. i started eventing when i came here and bjorn excelled pretty well in it. i worked super hard in training and i worked my ass of to qualify for the badminton horse trials.
i guess this was the high-point and low-point of my life for many reasons. i'll get to the point though. bjorn and i did good when we did our team dressage. we were seventeenth in the standings and i thought we had a great chance at moving up in the standing a little, possibly to tenth at the most to go into stadium jumping.. that night i did everything i could to get in shape for cross country the next day and i was sure that bjorn had a excellent amount of rest for it, too. then that morning we were all set and ready to go. when the gun shot, we left the start box quickly, but not too quick because bjorn was sort of a lazy starter that always sandbagged until the end. so through out the beginning of the course we were kind of slow and not really pushing hard. then, we had to get moving and i let bjorn know that when we went through some log jumps. the easier jump on that whole course was a table jump. bjorn did well on those when we practiced them, but for some reason that day it was like he was jumping some double oxer. all i really remember was him clipping his front hooves against the front, he fell forward as well as i did and then he landed on me causing me to go unconscience. that's it. i woke up within an hour when three broken ribs, a fracture femur and broken humorous. bjorn was euthanized due to a broken canon bone, fracture skull and internal bleeding and a hemorrhage.
i've never owned a horse since i owned bjorn and i haven't competed since that olympic competition. now, i work here as a trainer. it's not glamorous and though i try to get my students to the level i once competed it, i sort of restrain them from ever doing things that i did. i don't want to see one of them go through what i went through.
while i was at the peak of my riding career i still managed to go to college -- online college that is. i used to be online between rides at shows working on essays and taking tests. my parents never approved of the whole online route, they wanted me to go to harvard or some school like that, but i never had time when i was competing every weekend. i started college right out of high school and i got a two-year degree in equine business management. probably the easiest class i will ever take in my life.
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roleplay sample ,
this was a pretty normal saturday morning in the votier household, being just uli and shiloh. uli usually got shiloh every other weekend, depending on if miles had something to do. uli really didn’t mind though. she actually got shiloh into a craft project. the kitchen table was covered in colored paper, glitter glue, markers of many colors and butterfly stickers galore. the little girl was at one end of the table and her mother was at the other end, typing away on her laptop. it was almost silent in the room. the sound of scissors cutting paper and the clicking on uli’s nails clicking on the keys were pretty much the only things that were loud. that was until shiloh put down the scissor and grabbed a orange crayola marker. “mommy, how do you spell sam?” oh yes, shiloh was indeed making something for him. uli looked up, peering over her black framed glasses. she smirked, “s-a-m.” she told her. shiloh nodded and wrote out the letters, the s being backwards and the m looking a little bit like a n. “i think he’ll like my card.” she told her, reaching for the glitter glue. uli noticed her small struggle to reach it and pushed it closer so it was in her grasp. “i think he will too,” uli said, sitting back in the chair, her eyes now focused back on the screen on her laptop. shiloh giggled her girlish little giggle, something that was obviously one thing she inherited from her mom. uli shook her head as shiloh continued to laugh for no apparent reason that she could see, but she was sure it was something to shiloh. “mommy,” she said in between her laughter, “is sam you’re boytoy?” she giggled again. raising an eyebrow, uli shut her laptop. “where did you learn that word?” she questioned the little girl. shiloh shut up quickly. her big blue eyes got big as she saw her mom’s serious expression. “NO WHERE!” she said loudly, squeezing out glitter glue on the paper. uli leaned in closer, “who told you that word?” she asked again. with a sigh, shiloh surrendered. “i saw’d it on tv, mommy. the jersey show. wif daddy.” “i should have known.” uli sat down once again, crossing her arms. she knew miles wasn’t exactly watching what he said around shiloh and probably neither was harry. so she wasn’t surprised about what came out of shiloh’s mouth every day she had her with her. she seemed too had learned a lot of things about sam lately and about uli and his relationship. uli knew it was miles saying things to her, or maybe it was shiloh asking and him being bluntly honest with the child. there was nothing uli could do about, or wanted to do about. she didn’t want to upset miles, really. she didn’t want him to not want to take shiloh for a day that uli would rather spend doing something by herself or with sam…or anyone really. uli sighed and got up, walking around the table to shiloh, peering over her. “isn’t it pretty mommy?” shiloh asked, sticking pink and blue butterfly stickers on the paper that read “SORRY SAM” in huge orange letters. uli nodded, “you’re like a picasso, shi.” shiloh smiled and stuck a butterfly on the front of the card. she then grabbed a purple marker and wrote on the inside “FOR BEING MEAN.” which uli had wrote out for her on another paper for shiloh to copy onto the card. uli was glad shiloh had taken up her offer of making the card for him, after she had expressed her rude behavior towards him when uli picked him up at the airport a few days ago, which was uli’s worst nightmare. but it was sam who wanted shiloh to come along, so uli really shouldn’t be worry about it still. sam seemed to be over it, obviously (by what he and uli had been up to lately if you catch my drift) uli just worried about what shiloh would end up saying in future meetings. the girl could say some things, you know. she could easily repeat things that uli says and twist it around to say something else. that girl was sneaky! uli could see her now, telling sam about the things she had said about him. uli’s fear was that she’d make something sound so inappropriate or tell sam and have him think it would be inappropriate, which he would, knowing him and his sexy self. hell, he was one always seducing uli every night and she could just never say no to him…now matter how hard she tried…he was freaking irresistible! but li could not think about any of that now. jeez, she was with shiloh after all. that’s all she needed, to be thinking about her and sam’s love life while looking after her daughter. shiloh’s hand shot up, tugging on her mom’s hoodie. “mommyyyy, i’m finished!” she practically sceamed in excitement, “I WANNA GO GIVE IT TO HIM!” the girl grabbed her card and dashed towards the door. uli’s eyes widened. “no. no no no!” she walked quickly after her. shiloh seemed to run faster than uli could walk and grabbed the door knob of the front door. “SHILOH NO!” uli yelled with anger. shiloh spun around, her once cute little eyes turned into dark, orbs full of hatred. “i. hate. you...” she whispered and turned the door knob, running out of the condo and over to sam’s door. uli’s mouth dropped, running across the hallway. “NOOO!” she said, picking shiloh up. she was about to say something, but it seemed it was too late now, the door was already opening…shit...
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mmkay. so this application hurr was made by AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !? of caution. steal it or take off this credit, and i shall hunt you down and eat your insides! lyrics credit to lily allen.
