Post by Holten McCoy on Jan 20, 2012 17:33:06 GMT -5
[/font][/color][/b]-- HOLTEN McCOY
[/center]-- FULL NAME: Holten Troy McCoy
-- NICKNAMES: McCoy(local townsfolk/military friends), Holt, or Troy
-- AGE: 27
-- BIRTH PLACE: Austin, Texas
-- ORIENTATION: heterosexual
-- OCCUPATION: Cop, marine sniper prior, used to help breed quarter horses and rope'm when he was a kid
-- PLAYED BY: Ryan Gosling
-- PERSONALITY
[/font][/color][/b][/center]-- GENTLEMAN: Your typical southern gentleman. Sure he's been engrained with the common knowledge on how to treat a women. The typical "yes ma'm" routine as well as on how to open any door for them, give them a lending hand, be a shoulder to cry on, etc. Since he got back from the war tho he's sometimes a different man. Of course he'll stick to being curtious but don't be surprised if he becomes overly argumentative and quite harsh.
-- TRUSTWORTHY: Holten is the type of man to say what he means and mean what he says. There isn't a single bone in his body in which would convince him its a great idea to lie. If you want a god honest opinion he isn't afraid to blurt it out. Granted if something he was about to say was on the boarder of being a complete jerk he'd at least give a mild warning. This has made him many enemies although it's allowed him to have friends of all kind once they realize his intentions are good.
-- AGGRESSIVE: As a kid McCoy would always get into fights. Nothing too bad every happened other than breaking a boy's nose who had hurt a girl at school during freshman year. Other than that his violence increased with during the 6 years and 5 tours in the middle east fighting for this god forsaken country. Seeing your friends die at close range and the only opertunity for revenge is to kill others, can make a man half mad with anger and grief. He's not hesitent to mess up another mans face but god he'd never ever raise his hand on a woman. If that ever happened he'd put a bullet in his own head. Certainly he doesn't go around fighting anyone, he hold his anger in and releases it on a police raid, target practice, or at the gym.
-- LOVES: his gun, Ammo(his horse), Rugar(his german shepard), his Chevy truck, thunderstorms, sleeping in, drinking memories away, s'mores, thinking about having a family someday, cuddling
-- HATES: men disrespectful to women, feeling worthless, witnessing his friends die in war, not finding a woman who's faithful and trust worthy, stuck up women, seafood, sharing his feelings, giving his heart to someone just to have it ripped away, hookers, one night stands
-- HISTORY
[/font][/color][/b][/center]Holten was born on the 10 of January back in 1984 in the city of Austin, Texas. He'd been born into a typical southern farm family. His daddy ran a small bunch of cattle which they later sold for meat, they also had a few other live stock such as pigs, chickens, and sheep but their main source of income was their Halter and Competition Quarter horses. Holten never fancied the halter horses but his father took his wife's halter mares and occasionally would cross them into his hand picked line of competitive horses. The mares would create flashier stock. Holten's father taught his son, just like his father before him, training methods similar to the "horse whisperer" and "Buck." Not once did they ever harm an animal with crops or going with harsher tack. They'd always be patient with an animal, just using simple body language instead of fighting with it if it didn't understand what it's being asked of right away.
During his teen years his parents sold the vaste majority of their horses, put a decent chunk of it into Holtens account, and sent him away to live with his grandmother here near Pinewood Stables. Furious with the move, he rebelled by getting into fights at school and refusing to attend school. The only attention he began getting was from the ladies, which at this point had turned him into quite the ladies man. Always going from one to the next, just trying to find someone worth his while but they were all too stuck up and seemed to want more than what this lone ranger could offer. At 17 he got guardian consent to join the Marines. A marine sniper was his job for the next 6 years. Now with a few dozen shots of whiskey and a hell of a lot of prying he may just tell you of the horrible events that took place over there...despite the fact that he isn't suppose to share details with anyone, if those details are known about then he has government permission to use deadly force.
At the end of his contract Holten visited families of his friends whom were killed before returning home. Home to an empty house where his grandmother had died a few weeks prior, home to where memories clenched the walls. Not wanting to remember his life before, Holten packed up and moved to the quiet side of town after selling his grandmothers massive estate. While suffering with PTSD his mother had sent him a gift, Ammo, a six year old black AQH gelding whom his father had left him in his will. Ammo helped him de-stress from all the years abroad as well as help him find strength to gather his life into his own hands. He graduated with high honors in a criminal justice program and for the past year has been working at the local police station, making it through the ranks as if it were easy as pie. Recently he's realized that he's getting older quicker than he thought. His intentions of having a beautiful wife and a large family seem to be dwindeling. Granted he still has a while before he's considered old but he'd always imagined he'd of settled down with the love of his life by now. Clearly that wasn't in his deck of cards. Who knows, maybe he'll get a new hand delt..hopefully sooner rather than later.
-- SAMPLE
[/font][/color][/b][/center]Had the day really gone by that slowly? It had just a typical day. Woke up at 6, showered an dressed by 7, barn by 7:15, rode 6 horses not including her own which she rode for two hours. Maybe it was the text she got an hour ago. The text from her blind date whom she was suppoed to meet here. Hell she would of been almost an hour early if she had gone out with him, clearly shes just flying solo. Typical guy, blowing off a girl. Its not the first time this has happened. Pretty soon she's just going to give up on the whole relationship thing. Regardless of a boyfriend but even friendships. It seems they just come and go like the wind.
Well theres nights like these when a girl needs to get all dressed up, just to feel good about themself as well as to show off. "Screw it," she thought. Kasha changed her whole outfit, put her sexiest black dress on, found the matching heels which made the 5'2 woman into a 5'6. Having a few drinks is her goal tonight, not to get drunk but just to have fun, even if its by herself. This ran through her mind as she let her wavy brown hair down, letting it flow naturally half way down her back before applying eyeliner, masquara, and a touch of red lipstick. Yea tonight she just don't give a damn. She grabbed a handful of money and stuffed it into her bra so no one could take it accidently. She gave her pit bull Chopper some food and more fresh water. Finally her night can begin.
It hadn't taken her long to get to the bar an with her luck Kasha had to park in the far back of the parking lot. Right where no one ever wants to park, in the sketchy edge, hopefully she'll get someone who works there to walk back out because she sure as hell isn't going to go out to her dodge dressed like this alone. Seeing how she's more in a "dressed to kill" fashion not a "dress to actually commit bodily harm," although regardless she wouldn't be shy if she did have to defend herself. Hell she used to get in fights all the time, granted its not lady like but sometimes being all lady-like isn't in the playing cards. It's a cute place, never had the chance to be in it and from the looks of things business is a booming.
Making sure no one was looking Kasha placed her keys on the inside ridge of her bumper since there wasn't a proper place to put it an she certainly wasn't going to put metal in her bra. At the door she just flashed her license, the old man smiled and let her pass on through. Weird, figured they'd want someone younger whom could actually do some damage if need be, then again it's not really anyone's place to judge. Eyes dashed around the room, "Good I'm not the only one dressed up," she thought. Then again who really cares what these people think? Its not like she knows them besides, they'll just forget her face in a few minutes and carry on with their lives. There were a few scraggly men who seemed a wee bit too shady for her likin' so making the smart choice she stood at the end of the bar. Catching eyes with the bar tender she hollared through the rowdy noice, "um..marshmellow vodka an two shots of jack daniels." God how she loves the way they both make her stomach all warm an cozy inside. "Just me,myself, an I. Clearly doing a lot with my life,"[/b] she thought while sighing, "what a thrilling Saturday night, on the plus side tomorrows my only day off in a month.."
-- OOC
[/font][/color][/b][/center]-- NAME OR ALIAS: Eli
-- AGE: 18
-- RP EXPERIENCE: a year but been off for awhile
-- THREE WORDS THAT DESCRIBE YOU: silly, entertaining, laidback
-- HOW YOU FOUND US:a diff website
-- RULEPHRASE: Admin's Edit
[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]
