Anthony Lovasz

[Anthony Lovasz]

-- ANTHONY

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-- FULL NAME: Anthony James Lovasz
-- NICKNAMES: Anthony
-- AGE: 24
-- BIRTH PLACE: Mexicali, Baja California, Mexico
-- ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
-- OCCUPATION: Jockey & Racehorse rehabilitation
-- PLAYED BY: Josh Turner

-- PERSONALITY

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-- ENERGETIC: Anthony is one of the most high energy people you will ever meet... which makes sense considering he makes his living by riding some of the most high strung horses on the face of the earth. It sometimes seems as if he is really a 12 year old child on 30 energy drinks in an adult body. In general, he is pretty good at containing himself, but God forbid he ever not be able to ride on any given day because he just might explode, and it probably wouldn't be very pretty.
-- CHIVALROUS: Anthony is a very kind person. He is one of the last good men on the face of earth. He is a truly generous person. He is a good friend to anyone who needs one. His devout "old style" Catholicism dictates is morality and that requires him to abstinence from anything that might be considered lustful or otherwise immoral... meaning, specifically, sex before marriage. He would never, under any circumstances, take advantage of a woman. He would wait forever if he had to.
-- FOCUSED: At times, Anthony can become so focused on one thought or task that he completely zones out on what is going on around him. Occasionally it will happen in the middle of a conversation in the middle of a sentence and he will stop saying whatever he was saying and get this distant look in his eyes and whoever he was talking to will have to remind him to keep talking. This comes from having started racing at an age far too young to be safe. He had to be completely focused on what he was doing or he would screw up. No matter what happened, he had to stay focused on what he and his horse were doing. That became a habit, and translated into his every day life.

-- LOVES: Thoroughbreds, adrenaline, racing, problem horses, being the longshot, running at the back before making a move, Mexico, Spanish, Cowboy (his dog), hounds
-- HATES: Hospitals, drugs, arabians, quarter horses, any horse that's not a thoroughbred, alcohol, cigaret smoke, little dogs, racist people, being called at 2:00 in the morning because his two friends are so ridiculously drunk they can't even remember what a car looks like.

-- HISTORY

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Mexicali was a hard place to grow up. Everyone was poor, and no matter how hard anyone worked, they could never get ahead. Anthony's parents had initially come to Mexico as catholic missionaries, but when the church they were working for ran out of money and left them stranded, they soon turned to drugs and alcohol. They had two children before him, both of which turned out alright, but then with Anthony... his mom's drinking and drug abuse had gotten so bad that he was born with a rare form of fetal alcohol syndrome which caused him to have a complete intolerance for drugs or alcohol. Two more children were born, and they too, were lucky enough to avoid the intolerance to drugs and alcohol, by some miracle. They were unlucky enough, however, to be abandoned by their parents shortly after being born, leaving a 12 year old girl, and two boys, ages 10 and 6, to care for the twin babies.

His older sister was too busy taking care of the children, and there weren't many jobs a 10 and 6 year old could get. His brother went to work for a street merchant selling blankets and ponchos... for rarely more than a dollar a day. Anthony, left to his own devices, found his way to a horse race track and was so enthralled by the sport that he went and pleaded with one of the trainers to give him a job... he would do anything, clean stalls, feed in the morning... anything. Of course, being 6, he couldn't do much, but he managed to make maybe a dollar a week. When he was 12, still working at the track for a number of trainers, he saw an exercise rider beating and ripping on the face of one of the horses Anthony had cared for these 4 years. Being a "spunky" kid, he marched right out there and told the rider he was an idiot and even he could do better. Everyone within earshot laughed... the kid probably weighed no more than 80 lbs... but he was determined... so the rider told him to give it a go.

There was no going back after that. He started picking up rides in the morning after that, and when he was 14 was asked to ride in his first race. Sure, he was far too young, but the pay was better, and there were four other people at home that needed food. So he took the offer... and was nearly killed. He was shoved off of his horse in front of the oncoming herd and one of the 4 horses was unable to avoid him and crushed his shoulder. The surgery to fix it only caused more problems and the drugs put him into a coma for two weeks. As soon as he was well enough to ride, he was out there again. At 16, an American trainer noticed him and convinced him to come work for him in the US as an exercise rider until he would be old enough to get his jockeys license. The pay was too good to turn down.

He moved to the US shortly after, hardly speaking a word of English, and struggled through the challenge of learning a new language surrounded by far superior riders with a great deal more horse knowledge. Luckily, he picked up English quickly enough that when he happened to meet a certain Sebastian Kings and Charlie Parker, the communication wasn't that bad (though they would probably beg to differ). Every penny he made that didn't go to rent, which was the vast majority of it, was sent home to his family in Mexico. At 18 he passed the jockeys test with flying colors, and started racing... and taking the jockey world by storm. At 21 another horse collided with his own and sent them both crashing through the rail, breaking 4 ribs, puncturing a lung, shattering his wrist, and fracturing his leg. He, of course, refused the help of a doctor and swore he was well enough to walk out on his own. He collected his horse, and limped back to the stable. The next morning's headlines read "Stubborn is as Stubborn does." His "lack of professional sophisticated training" was blamed for the accident despite his recent and very well known success, and he struggled just to find one ride in a cheap claiming race a week, even after taking a year off to heal. After a year of minimal success and nowhere near enough rides to support himself, he knew he had to start over, and moved back to Pinewood with a couple of thoroughbreds that others had deemed unridable, determined to fix them and restore his name.

-- SAMPLE

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I refuse.

-- OOC

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