Post by Kasha Silva on Jan 19, 2012 18:01:34 GMT -5
[/font][/color][/b]-- KASHA LEE SILVA
[/center]-- FULL NAME: Kasha Lee Silva
-- NICKNAMES: Kasha or Silva
-- AGE: 22
-- BIRTH PLACE: Rio de Janerio, Brazil
-- ORIENTATION: Straight
-- OCCUPATION: Trains Hunter & Jumpers/Competes Clients horses
-- PLAYED BY: Adriana Lima
-- PERSONALITY
[/font][/color][/b][/center]-- HEADSTRONG: Don't bother trying to get in the way of this broad. When she gets her mind set on something its damn near impossible to change it. It doesn't matter what the issue is about, whether you like it or not things will be done her way or the highway, well sometimes she lets things slide but usually she will fight tooth and nail til things are just the way she like it. Like mother like daughter.
-- CARING: Kasha is like an onion. You have to peel back her layers of sarcasim and all the walls she puts up in defense before you start to truely see how emotional she really is. Depite the years and years of applied pressure from her demanding and heartless father she has never really been able to get that motherly love since her mother died when she was young. Maybe thats why she finds it hard to truely be close to anyone.
-- DEPENDABLE: Kasha has never really had any true friends. Friends are rare for her since shes traveled near and far with her father up until recently so she treats everyone as if they'd been friends for countless years. Regardnless of how long she's known you she will put beyond 100% effort to help a friend or stranger in a time of need. Hell it wouldn't be out of her norms to loan or just give someone a few grand. Whether its helping with a flat tire, buying a horse, or bailing you out of jail, count on Kasha to be by your side every step of the way.
-- LOVES: Clue (her horse), motorcycles, going to the beach, helping people out, feeling needed, the rain, being away from her father, getting a fustrated horse to finally understand whats being asked off, men who actually treat a woman with respect yet have a bad boy side, action/horror movies
-- HATES: being an outcast, having to be alone, what her father did, being banned, giver-uppers, sad movies, chinese food, bees, terrified of things in the dark, and the fear of the unknown
-- HISTORY
[/font][/color][/b][/center]Kasha was born in Rio de Janerio, Brazil to two well known people of the equine business. Her father, Geraldo, being a warmblood breeder and trainer, and her mother, Cristiane, a well known olympic show jumper, already had seperate plans for the new born. Dad wanted her to be a trainer to help with his business and Mom wanted her to do whatever her heart desires. Of course it was a given start to another horse person in the world.
Growing up she was trained as a hunter despite her father's demands in making her a jumper so she could train the rest. It wasn't til she was ten, when Cristiane died from a riding accident, that Geraldo's wishes came true. At the same time her father dropped her out of public school and hired someone to home school her. In his eyes this would allow her to get a full education in english and portuguese as well as enable to her to spend a vaste more time training and being on the road.The way Kasha coped with her mothers surprising death was to become just like her, dropped being a hunter, and began doing jumpers. Going through the lower ranks quickly it wasn't til she was 16 that she began riding her father's horses as well as his clients horses in shows, also the year in which her father allowed her to breed her mother's favorite mare to Judgement so she could proudly own a horse she's bred, trained, and will always own.
Things crumbled quickly at 19. Her father had contacts with trainers on Brazil's Equestrian team and being on any olympic team is all that Kasha had ever wanted. He didn't have to pull many strings to get her able to be qualified since the head coach of the Jumping Team had been to several of her well placed shows, he said she had resembled a newer Beezie Madden with her gentle, light form as well as being able to use simple body language instead of what most riders do now a days as in hauling on a horses face or resorting to their crops and spirs instead of positive light leg contact to urge a horse forward. Unfortuantly, after her clean sessions with the head master they ran a drug test on the mare, Impressive, that she had used. It came back positive for an illegal steroid and she was charged with animal abuse no matter how much she denied having any knowledge in the matter. She'd swear to anyone that she didn't do it. Her father kicked her out and allowed her to take the mare's foal Clue, the one she had bred and trained herself. So Kasha moved to the United States, needing a fresh start at life, tho there isn't much of a fresh start since her name had quickly been spred through the equestrian community as a disgrace among many other horrible and untrue names due to her charges. If it weren't for her mothers inheridence money Kasha would be living on the streets. She might as well be living on the streets at this rate seeing how she hasn't gotten many clients because of her reputation, guess news travels fast despite being in another country. Thank goodness she still has and continues to earn prize money with Clue. Who knows, maybe in her near future she'll be able to fufill her dream of running a family business and by having a family of her own. Or maybe thats not what fate intends...
-- SAMPLE
[/font][/color][/b][/center]A light dew lay sparkling across the barn yard as the golden rays of morning sun beamed down. A few nickers and heavy breathing could be heard, your average spring morning at the barn. The sweat smell of new hay and horses floated crisply through the air. It is moments like this that make being a horse person just that more devoted to their job. Moments of just plain old peace amongst the barn. The start of a new day always means new challanges, naughty ponies, spoiled barn brats, and the occassional well behaved horse can cross your path a time or two, then again there isn't any bad horses just bad people that reflect on them. It's not their fault that most humans have anger problems and take it out on animals. Then again thats just how Kasha see's the world. To each their own.
Walking across the court yard and into the barn Kasha headed at a steady pace, a familiar nicker from down the aisle made her chuckle, "I'll be right there big guy." Clue knew her schedule down to a tee. She'd always arrive before they ate for a quick hour play time before working with her clients horses then in the afternoon she'd ride another hour but most of it would be training, after all he is a competitive horse, better yet her own horse. In the take room she grabbed his worn saddle, bridle, professional choice lime green boots and saddle pad. Its amazing how years of riding will make you capable in carrying a bunch of things. Just down the hall she set them on their pegs outside his stall. Clue snorted and kicked out at the door, "shush you spoiled brat give me a minute." Typical stallion. She was always told to geld him but she couldn't dare do it. With his pedegree and the way his future was looking he could produce more outstanding offspring. Besides he wasn't THAT bad, most stallions would freak out at the site of a mare, sure he acts up but he doesn't aim to kill.
Unlatching the door, she slipped on his leather halter and a shank, led him out onto the cross ties, clipped him, and threw the remaining halter over his neck. The big grey stood there pawing the ground as if he had places to go, people to see. Ignoring the pawing since it was oon a matted floor she ran a brush over him and quickly picked his feet before going back to the tack room to grab his running martingale. In a few swift beats she swiftly saddled the big bay Hanoverian then bridled him. Figuring no one was around she didn't bother with a helment since they were just doing flat work and he had been good lately. Good as in only the rare buck after jumps, nothing naughty and uncontrolable on the flatt. Kasha pulled the reins over his head and clucked as she began to walk to instruct him to follow. He let out a snort before moving briskly, practically jigging at her side. "Simmer down cowboy," she spoke in portuguese this time, using her native tonge. Quite the picture they make, a small woman and a massive stallion. Who'd think they'd make a perfect match.
(sorry i had to make a random post since i haven't rped in sooo long)
-- OOC
[/font][/color][/b][/center]-- NAME OR ALIAS: Eli
-- AGE: 18
-- RP EXPERIENCE: a year but I stopped for a year but im back
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