Post by Cameron Avery on Feb 21, 2012 23:56:16 GMT -5
[/font][/color][/b]-- CAMERON LUKAS AVERY
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-- FULL NAME: Cameron Lukas Avery
-- NICKNAMES: Cam, Avian, Birdy, Birdman, Bird
-- AGE: 25
-- BIRTH PLACE: Cleveland, Ohio
-- ORIENTATION: Straight
-- OCCUPATION: Jockey
-- PLAYED BY: Samuli Vauramo-- PERSONALITY
-- SHY: Very shy. Cameron often avoids contact with too many people. He enjoys his bubble and only lets in a few people at a time. Needless to say, he has very few friends, but the ones he does keep he is incredibly close to. You won't find Cameron offering his opinion; if you want it you'd basically have to put him in the spotlight -- and he doesn't like that. This trait really makes itself apparent when it comes to women he finds attractive: Cameron finds himself tongue-tied, often somewhat sick to the stomach, and all he really cares to do is crawl under a couch and let everyone forget he was there - if they hadn't already forgotten.
-- GENTLE: One of his best traits! Cameron possesses a gentle demeanor, which has earned him a reputation among trainers he has worked with in his life time. Through his calm approach he finds he connects better with animals, especially horses. What he has learned over the ages, though, is that gentility works wonders with a firm hand and a steady, coaxing voice. Due to his relaxed state it isn't often that you would find Cameron cringing at insults or getting into any sort of petty fight bar room brawl; he's only fought once in his life, and that was with a trainer who very nearly pushed his horses to death.
-- LONER: Very few people have been a factor in Cameron's life, and pairing with his tendency towards shyness, he's often off on his own inside his bigger-than-average bubble of personal space. Due to the unfortunate loss of his parents, and his uncle's hermit-like lifestyle, Cameron formed the opinion that keeping to yourself was the right thing to do. If he had no one close to him again, he wouldn't have anyone else to feel pain for. Such a decision, though, often leads Cameron to a feeling of depression and has once or twice lead him down dark paths.
-- LOVES: Video Games, chewing ice, the color grey, maple yogurt, horses, reading, dogs, cool seasons, rain, philosophy.
-- HATES: Trashy (wo)men, religion, politics, cruelty of any kind, rats, cats, ignorance, politicians, hot feet, flying.
-- HISTORY
[/font][/color][/b][/center]cameron avery grew up working with his father at a small riding farm close to their house in cleveland, ohio, helping the man tend to structural maintenance, mucking stalls, grooming hedges, and the occasional turning a horse out to paddock. this is where cameron discovered his love of the animals and soon he went from helping his father with work to simply watching the large animals. luckily for him the owner was close to his father, and seeing cameron's interest in horses, offered him free lessons.
he was five then and has been riding ever since. at the age of ten he was introduced to racing via his uncle, a man who often visited the tracks and seemed to know damn near everything about the sport. the first time he took the young cameron to the track (thistledown racecourse) his uncle wasn't all too thrilled, but after cameron picked several big winners their "uncle-nephew bonding trips" became frequent until the death of his parents at the age of fifteen, when he went to live with his uncle.
at the age of seventeen cameron and his uncle moved to chester, west virginia. there he took up a job working at a local track, mountaineer racetrack, helping in the backstretch with grooming horses, mucking stalls, and whatever grunt work was available. luck be a lady was the first thoroughbred cameron ever rode. she was a filly at the time minus an exercise rider who had hurt themselves after falling from another mount earlier in the day. the trainer was looking around the backstretch searching for a substitute exercise rider and cameron quickly jumped at the opportunity. at first the man laughed and brushed him aside, but being persistent seemed to pay off. not being able to find a rider he grudgingly accepted cameron's offer and pointed the boy to someone who would help him get ready.
at first his heart was racing and his stomach flip-flopped at every twitch the filly gave, he started to regret his decision as he guided her nervously onto the track, but after some instructions and a few conversations with veteran riders he felt better. finally came the actual work, the speed and power beneath him as the filly flew over the dirt beneath him as he crouched low and felt the wind against his face, saw the world speed by. this is what sold horse racing to him, and to this day he can think of nothing better to do.
a year later cameron became an apprentice jockey, and after time and much hard work he received his license. since then, cameron has moved to pinewood, west virginia, continuing his career as a horseman, showing in the english circuit on a thoroughbred filly he happened across and racing when work at the tracks find him.
-- SAMPLE
[/font][/color][/b][/center]The thump-thump of the bass shook Cameron to his very core, the bass was so loud that his teeth rattled and his vision shuddered with every beat. Not far away his group danced to the rhythm, their bodies twisting, turning, and bumping together. Some held their hands high, providing dark silhouettes against the colorful flashing of the lights, glasses clenched in the palms, refracting the strobes, ice clattering against the glass sides. Cameron turned to the bar, sliding his half-full glass of coke back and forth between his hands; he repeated the motion a few times before lifting the glass to his lips and drinking down the rest of his soda, taking an ice cube into his mouth before setting the glass down. He chewed the ice and turned in his seat just as Anne, a tiny woman with cropped blond hair from his group approached and grabbed his lower arm with one hand while resting the elbow of her opposite arm on his shoulder. She leaned her head on the crook of her shoulder and gave the young man a shake. "C'mon, Cam! Stop being such an introvert." She pulled him half-way out of his seat before the boy braced against her strength. "Anne," he said, crushing the remaining ice in his mouth with his back molars and swallowing it, "you know I'm not one to dance." He offered an apologetic smile, removed her hand from his arm, and returned to his seat, and to his relief Anne huffed and turned back to the dance floor. Unfortunately that wasn't the end of her antics; she returned shortly with another from their group, Daniel, a man who was a bit taller and much stockier than Cameron. As a team the two seized Cameron, pulled him to his seat, and began to usher him to the dance floor. "Anne's right, Cam, you need to have some fun now and then - come out of your shell." Cameron shot an annoyed glare at Anne, she was a woman who was always trying to push the limits of his comfort zone and had much influence over Daniel who used force to bend things to his will. Combined Anne and Daniel could be unpleasant to be around. In fact, because of them Cameron had been strong-armed into this expedition to Six-Thirty-Six.
Cameron struggled against their hold on him, but eventually submitted when he realized it would take a lot more than flailing to escape their will. "I'm not one for such things," he complained, "I can't dance." At that proclamation Daniel tugged them to a stop and whirled Cameron around. "You can't dance?" Daniel looked him over, pursing his lips. "How can you not dance?" Anne stood at Cameron's side, her arm looped through his, holding it fast to her side. "No," Cameron reinforced, hoping this would persuade them to let him go. "Just move to the music!" Anne piped up, shaking him a bit and bumping her hip against his as the bass thudded. "I've got two left feet!" He was starting to feel a bit desperate now. Daniel frowned and grabbed Anne by the shoulder, pulling the woman away from Cameron. "Maybe he's right," Daniel said, earnings a harumph from his smaller partner. "But, you know what? The best way to learn is to do." A sly grin curled the man's lips and planting his large hands into Cameron's chest he shoved the jockey into the swarm of dancers. "Sink or swim, Cam!"
-- OOC
[/font][/color][/b][/center]-- NAME OR ALIAS: Avian
-- AGE: 20
-- RP EXPERIENCE: Seven Years
-- THREE WORDS THAT DESCRIBE YOU: Old, ancient, elder.
-- HOW YOU FOUND US: Crossfire Farms
-- RULEPHRASE: Admin's Edit
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