Post by Archer Moore on Jan 23, 2012 19:33:53 GMT -5
[/font][/color][/b]-- ARCHER MOORE
[/center]-- FULL NAME: Archer Aisling Moore
-- NICKNAMES: Archer, Ash, or pretty much whatever.
-- AGE: 23
-- BIRTH PLACE: New York, New York
-- ORIENTATION: Straight
-- OCCUPATION: Horse Trainer, Barn Manager, Groom, Exercise Rider, if it has to do with horses she has probably done it.
-- PLAYED BY: Rachel McAdams
-- PERSONALITY
[/font][/color][/b][/center]-- STUBBORN: Once she sets her mind to something Archer never gives up. She has been called single-minded to the point of recklessness, and it is a pretty accurate statement. This means, of course, that she has trouble accepting help from anyone else. Archer can also hold a grudge. This is one of the traits that got her kicked out of so many barns. Because once Archer has convinced herself she is in the right, there is nothing that will change her mind. It makes her both a loyal friend and a fierce competitor. Though it also makes her somewhat unlikable as a person.
-- ORDERLY: Archer's father used to say that there are two types of people; the type who put their pencils away any which way, and the type who put them away perfectly sharpened and with all the erasers pointing the same way. She and her father are definitely of the latter group. Ever since she was a small child Archer has had the mindset to create order out of chaos, and the drive to make it happen as quickly and easily as possible. Organization is a skill she learned early and one that is nearly second nature to her now. So close to second nature, in fact, that she has developed mild OCD to the point where she feels the need to rearrange and organize any clutter she comes across.
-- CALM: Serenity is something that Archer's first riding teacher taught her. Her temper was so easily flared when she was young that she would usually end up so angry at the pony she couldn't see straight. Years of practice have ingrained a sense of calmness deep within her that she can tap into if she needs it. It would take something absolutely catastrophic to rattle Archer. Or an encounter with her half-sister, who has a certain way of getting under her skin that Archer can't seem to defend against.
-- PASSIONATE: This is the temper I mentioned before. Though she loses her cool less often now, it is still pretty impressive when it happens. Archer can get violent when she is really pissed off, which doesn't help her reputation a whole heck of a lot. Of course, passion isn't just a negative trait. It also acts as one of Archer's few redeeming qualities. Because when Archer loves she loves with her whole heart and soul. Which means that if that love is misplaced her whole heart and soul will shatter. Even so, she is still so young that she hasn't learned to shield herself yet. So she still goes into a relationship, romantic or otherwise, giving the other person everything. Jealousy is an unfortunate side-effect of loving so hard, but everyone gets jealous sometimes, right?
-- LOVES:
--horses
--her dog
--coffee
--order
--ambition
--mountains
--thunder storms
--valentine moore
--classical music
--being in charge
-- HATES:
--mornings
--snow
--clutter
--laziness
--wasting time
--being wrong
--losing
--gambling
--kelly moore
--skirts
-- HISTORY
[/font][/color][/b][/center]Archer Moore wasn't born rich. No, her father didn't get any reward for his careful investing until Archer was fourteen. When she was born her parents were living in a tiny apartment in Queens, living off of her father's meager income and what was left of her mother's savings account. She was introduced to horses at a very young age by her mother's best friend, who lived in a big house in Brooklyn. At five she was taking informal lessons on the friend's horse, and by seven she had shown herself to be such a hard worker that the stable allowed her to work for lessons on their ponies.
Shortly after her tenth birthday Archer began to show the stable's small ponies for them, using hand-me-down show clothes from other barn kids. The young girl showed a single minded determination to win, unmatched by other children her age, and so moved quickly from short stirrup to pony hunters. Despite her success in the show ring, Archer's real dream was to become a jockey. When she was young she was very small for her age and so, for a while, the idea seemed plausible. She was completely fearless; willing to ride anything they put her on, and showed a preference for the tougher ponies. At thirteen she was winning jumper classes on a medium pony who was known for bucking after each jump.
Of course, all good things must come to an end. The same year Archer's father struck it rich was the year everything fell apart.
Right before her fourteenth birthday Archer had a growth spurt that killed her dream of being a jockey forever; there is simply no way a girl measuring at 5'6 and weighing over 120 pounds would ever be allowed on the racetrack. Shortly after that same birthday her father bought a big house that was located much closer to the stable where she rode, and began to invest more aggressively. Some of these investments put him in the news. Public knowledge of their sudden fortune was sure to bring some sort of drama, the family had known and prepared for it. But nothing could have prepared them for this; a 19 year old girl showing up on their doorstep with nothing but a duffel bag and a six month old baby, claiming to be Archer's half sister. There was of course, the necessary screaming fights and denials and finally the paternity test. Sure enough, it came back positive.
At first Archer tried to be friends with this new sister; she babysat her niece, gave the other girl half her wardrobe and her bedroom, tried to introduce her to the barn. But growing up with a single mother, in near poverty, had turned Kelly into a paranoid, manipulative person. They had to ship her off to rehab three times before Archer turned eighteen, and she was constantly milking money from them. Kelly also seemed to hate Archer; she stole Archer's things, graffiti-ed her room, even went so far as to neglect her daughter because she knew Archer loved the child. And so Archer began to hate her back.
While Kelly was living with them Archer spent most of her time at the barn, where she could forget about the drama at home for a while. It was during these years that she really got into the barn management and training aspect of the horse world. At sixteen she was already assisting the barn manager at her stable and showing green horses when she had the time. One of those green horses she grew so attached to that her father ended up buying the gelding, so for a while she specifically showed him.
When she turned eighteen Archer left home immediately. Her father gave her a monthly allowance for the horse's upkeep and as payment for taking her niece whenever they needed to dump the girl on her. For a while she traveled from barn to barn, working as an assistant manager, exercise rider, trainer, or whatever was needed, really. It usually wasn't too long before someone clashed with her rather strong personality and she was asked to leave.
Archer only recently moved to Pinewood, with the objective of starting over and, hopefully, settling down.
-- SAMPLE
[/font][/color][/b][/center]There was a nice breeze tugging little pieces of hair from Robin's long braid as she jogged down to the barn. It was one of those rare days when it wasn't too hot, but there was still sun. Robin had just got out of class and she wanted to ride before it either started raining or the rings got too crowded.
In favor of speed she had skipped changing into riding clothes, and instead still had on the black pair of short athletic shorts and white tank top she had worn to class. Because of Puck's habit of stomping on toes she had spent a few precious minutes pulling on her boot socks and tall boots. Of course it had the downside of making her look ridiculous, but frankly Robin didn't care.
Once in the barn she grabbed Puck's bridle out of his trunk, along with a soft brush and a hoof pick. Luckily she had curried him when she had exercised Batman that morning so he wasn't really dirty. It only took her a few moments to brush off the shavings and pick his hooves. Then it was a simply matter of slipping the bit into his mouth and buckling up the bridle. As she exited the stall Robin grabbed her scuffed, schooling Charles Owen helmet and a crop.
The pony was quite willing to jog the short distance from the barn to the outdoor arena; he was less willing to stand still for Robin to clamber up bareback, but that was only to be expected.
Once on board Robin nudged Puck into a nice swinging walk, letting him stretch his muscles and work the kinks out of his aging joints. After a couple minutes of this the pair moved on to a trot. Robin didn't even try to post without a saddle; Puck's trot had the typical Mustang bounciness. It was possible to post but not exactly comfortable.
They worked on bending for a bit, making large circles at each end of the ring, and then smaller serpentines. Puck repeatedly attempted to break into the canter as they came out of each turn, but Robin was used to that and gave a brief half-halt at each attempt. When she finally allowed the pony to canter, and really all it took was a thought to get a smooth transition, Puck went flying around the ring. To most people the little Mustang looked, and felt, uncontrollable, but Robin knew all his little quirks and trusted him more than even her mother's lesson horses.
Which is why she decided to try some of the jumps that were already set up. There were a couple smaller ones that looked about 2'6-2'9, as well as a few that looked to be over 3 foot. Robin guided her pony toward one of the smallest ones, asking him to collect a bit as they straightened out. The jump itself went smoothly; Robin folded neatly against the pony's neck, sliding her hands forward in a simple release, and sat up slowly as he landed.
The bucks were a surprise though. Two strides after landing the little Mustang popped two small bucks in, and then veered right over a 2'6 bounce before Robin could get her seat back. As the pony landed she somersaulted over his right shoulder and landed on her butt in the sand.
Puck continued over the second jump before realizing he was riderless, and turning to trot back over to her. Robin sat there for a minute, chuckling at herself. Well that was stupid. "I'm fine." She muttered to the pony, who was shoving her with his nose as if to say; 'I'm sorry, are you okay?'.
[Not my best, but definitely one of my more recent ones.]
-- OOC
[/font][/color][/b][/center]-- NAME OR ALIAS: Nevreme, or Nevvy
-- AGE: 17
-- RP EXPERIENCE: I want to say six years.
-- THREE WORDS THAT DESCRIBE YOU: creative - excitable - orderly
-- HOW YOU FOUND US: An ad from another site. Don't remember which xD
-- RULEPHRASE: Admin's Edit
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