Post by tragedy on Dec 20, 2011 1:31:18 GMT -5
[/font][/color][/b]-- JUSTINE CHANELLE NEWCASTLE
[/center]-- FULL NAME: Justine Chanelle Newcastle
-- NICKNAMES: Justine, Jay.
-- AGE: 21.
-- BIRTH PLACE: Here in West Virginia, near Charleston.
-- ORIENTATION: Straight. (That's what she tells herself but she'll go both ways with enough convincing.)
-- OCCUPATION: Equine photographer. (will apply for a second job in the barn)
-- PLAYED BY: Tiffany Mulheron.
-- PERSONALITY
[/font][/color][/b][/center]-- HUMOROUS: Justine can hold her own in a conversation if she finds someone who is witty. She isn't cynical per se but she definitely is able to see the ironic side of everything. She may come off as mean or rude sometimes because it isn't always clear that she's being sarcastic. But when she isn't being sarcastic, she's normally just plainly joking around and lighting up the conversation.
-- FLIRTY: She loooves to flirt with guys. She stays single most of the time simply for the fact that she can do whatever she wants, whenever she wants, with anyone she wants. She will eventually find someone and settle down for a bit but for now, she's more than happy to flirt around.
-- TEMPERAMENTAL : Justine, well, can honestly be a bitch sometimes. Not all the time but sometimes. If someone gets in the way of what she wants, she can turn rather nasty. She is a bit competitive in her riding which occasionally turns into a hardcore drive to be better than anyone else and she turns into a perfectionist. Especially around show season. Also, she has a temper. It is not easily set off unless you push the right buttons but when she is pushed over the limit, it's hard for her to let go of things and let stuff slide.
-- LOVES: horses, photography, show season, riding, reining, saddle seat, writing, reading, learning, music, and playing piano.
-- HATES: fake people, math, science, material things, reality tv shows, clingy people, freeloaders, cars, cheap alcohol, and cigarettes.
-- HISTORY
[/font][/color][/b][/center]Justine was born near the capital of West Virginia to her parents, Vera Lynn Rose-Newcastle, a lawyer, and Jason Newcastle, a salesman and a horse trainer. She has one brother; Trevor Jacob Newcastle. She grew up riding horses from the time she was ten to the present day. She never played sports in school because horses were always her thing. Nothing else interested her. She never went to public school nor was she really exposed to anything like drugs, sex, or alcohol. So little miss Justine is still a virgin, if you can believe it after seeing her flirt like she does. She's never done drugs before --- not even marijuana. She doesn't see the point in it since she's happy with her life. There's no reason for her to get high and forget about her life. She doesn't really drink either unless she's celebrating something or out with friends.
Since she started riding, she has ridden in saddle seat and shown Saddlebreds. For the past two years, she's also ridden and shown in reining and cow cutting with Quarter Horses in stables wherever possible. Currently, she owns a five gaited American Saddlebred gelding that her parents bought for her when she was eighteen. She was won numerous classes with him and he is only a couple points away from being considered a champion by points. He isn't exactly young but he's not extremely old either. They make an inseparable and nearly unbeatable team in the show ring.
Recently, her family had to move to the city where Pinewood is located because her father's sales business relocated there. Her father sold all the horses they had at home except for hers and as soon as the house was sold, they bought and moved into one near Pinewood. She plans on attending a near by college for photography and art while working at Pinewood.
-- SAMPLE
[/font][/color][/b][/center]Golden yellow voids shifted over the hue-changing landscape as the beast stood proudly beneath the dappled sunlight as it struck his dark coat harshly. The trees above still had most of their leaves which provided a nice shady relief from the sunlight until it became too cool to depart from the sun's rays for long. Thick pillars carved from obsidian and one from marble held his living corpse at the gargantuan height of nineteen hands which allowed him to see nearly a foot over everyone else. He wasn't the only one that size but there were not many around.
The identical twin of the Carnevale king stood in complete silence as he enjoyed the autumn weather. Soon, winter would come and put up a new canvas for the monster to paint and draw upon. Diavolo's audits swiveled upon his large skull as the sound of a svelte creature entering the kingdom filled his harks. In the eerie silence of the kingdom, a soft whisper floated toward him on a breeze. "Diavolo?" The whisper was curious and almost frightened. But no one was there for him to come running to. "Come, Diavolo. Come." The voice whispered to him again but it was filled with an hint of urgency. It sounded as if someone was calling to him from the cast iron gates. Ebony and ivory pillars soon began to rise and fall at a ground covering three beat while his broad blades and pelvis rolled easily. Age had yet to catch up to his youthful frame. When the mirror image of the infamous Lucifer neared the gates, his harks fell back in confusion as his golden orbs darted around. No one was there. He snorted and began to turn, ready to go back into the territory before a flicker of movement caught his attention. The nineteen hand hellion pivoted on a fore pillar to see the curious form of a svelte ivory vixen. "They are waiting, Diavolo." Then, the vixen turned and disappeared into the brush. Who was waiting?
The beast's mind seemed to blank out as he followed the vixen out of Carnevale and into another territory. He didn't realize where he was until he nearly crashed into a large stone formation. Golden voids shifted suspiciously before he took a good look around. Oh, he was in Kunipar. How the hell did he end up here? And where was the little ivory gray vixen? Wherever she was, she was long gone. The beast shook his crown. He couldn't even tell how much time had passed, which frustrated the large beast immensely. A snort left his paper thins as he shook his crown. His harvest moon pigmented voids burned brightly with confusion and irritation before a flash of color brought his attention to his peripheral vision again. Someone was coming nearer to him and he hoped they wouldn't bother him. He wasn't in the mood to be fucked with.
-- OOC
[/font][/color][/b][/center]-- NAME OR ALIAS: Tragedy
-- AGE: 19
-- RP EXPERIENCE: Nine years. Started in an rp chat room on White Oak Stables.
-- THREE WORDS THAT DESCRIBE YOU: Sarcastic, creative, andddd..honest.
-- HOW YOU FOUND US: I was advertising for another site and got distracted by the pretty skin (:
-- RULEPHRASE: Admins Edit
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