Post by sydneywolfe on Dec 6, 2010 17:42:17 GMT -5
SYDNEY STANDS AT THE TOP OF THE STAIRS
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WHAT HAS SHE COME TO?
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NICKNAMES: Sydney, Syd, Virgi, Gin
GENDER: Female
AGE: 24
BIRTHDAY: December 18th
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
CANON OR ORIGINAL:
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POWERLESS HE JUST SHAKES HIS HEAD
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HAIR: Long, honeyblonde hair, reaching down onto her lower back on the rare occasion she wears it loose. Usually, it's braided, in a knot or a ponytail. It tends to be a nuisance to her when she's busy.
EYES: Hazel
HEIGHT & WEIGHT: 5'7", 141 lbs
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: One thing you certainly can see when you meet Sydney is that she might not be tall, she's certainly no squeaky little girl. Her body is well exercised, with stringy muscles that grant her the strength she needs, but don't look bad. She's slender, athletic, and 90% of the times wears either riding clothes or jeans. Sydney seldom dresses up or does make-up, but on the occasions she has to, she will.
She moves smoothly, not waisting time and energy. There's a small limp in her stride from a bad fall a couple of years ago, but only shows when she's tired or stiff from too much hours in the saddle or after another fall. She has rather strong features, but in the right light she looks pretty good altogether. If you ignore the stray strands of hair, usually with a bit of hay lost somewhere in the strands.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES:Of course that she often is with/around horses, but she also has a couple of scars from a few of her falls, the most distinguishing one being remarkably hoof-shaped, low on the left side of her back. [/color][/font]
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BUT HE WON"T BE SLEEPING
[/color]BECAUSE THE HOURS SHE'S KEEPING ARE NOT RIGHT[/font][/center]
DISLIKES: Lazy horses, cowards, dark secrets, onions, mushrooms, sweet-talking, pleas.
STRENGTHS: Horse riding, courageous, strong-willed, determined, ambitious.
WEAKNESSES: Impatience, stubborn, little reckless, appetite for difficult horses.
HABITS/QUIRKS: Finding peace on a horse, second-guessing herself when she's nervous, playing with the escaped strands of her hair.
OVERALL PERSONALITY: Sydney is an ambitious, driven and determined young woman. Spending time with horses since she was four, she looks like a natural. Combine that with with her slightly reckless and courageous nature and her hang for adventure, and you got yourself a rather succesful eventer-amazone. She's been through some rough patches in her life, and knows disappointment when she sees it, but she's hard to get down. Of course Sydney is a bit moody at times, but usually she's maybe a bit reserved but in essence a little blunt but friendly and capable young woman.
Bad situations are her kind of thing. She performs well under stress, and if troubles arise, she's the kind of woman that deals with it first, and after that has to find a lonely place to 'collapse' and let go of possible fears or other emotions she put aside to deal with the situation. On the other hand, she can go totally hyperactive over little details like loose cross ties that can endanger a horse, or even less significant details. Sydney is a bit of a contradiction after all. All in all she's a good woman to have at your side in good and bad times, but don't underestimate her, 'cause she does know how to deal with trouble.
Given her upbringing she has learned how to chit-chat and act as a well-off young lady looking for a proper husband. Too bad she hardly ever shows that side of her - she doesn't feel she belongs in the scene her parents reside in. It's not that she has some deep principal issues with it, she's just too down-to-earth for the elderly rich and often snobby people. She prefers a
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SHE'S ASKING A QUESTION HOW WILL I BE
[/color]WHEN THIS NEXT ONE EVENTUALLY LEAVES ME?[/font][/center]
SIBLINGS: Sydney knows she has a half-brother, who goes by the name Wynterton, but that's it.
OTHER FAMILY: No longer in contact with them - they still reside in England.
PETS: Lingo, three yo male Whippet x Border Collie cross & Snowflake, two yo female Swiss Shepherd.
OVERALL HISTORY: Sydney was born in a pretty posh manor somewhere near Great Bradley, England, to a very happy and rather wealthy couple. Her father was some high-up dude in the English banking world, her mother a 'stay-at-house-mom', which mostly meant seeing people and helping with charity organizations. Sydney grew up partly in the care of a nanny, whose brother was a jockey. Naturally, it meant that she spent quite some hours on the tracks even though she was still very young.
Her parents knew, but didn't seem to matter. Though they were good friends, their was a significant lack of love in their marriage. Not that they ever showed another front aside from satisfaction and joy, but Sydney knew that daddy didn't really love mummy. That didn't bother her though, she didn't knew how else it should be.
When she was seven she got her first pony, grooming him and under quite some watchful eyes got her first lessons and started to like horse-riding. As the years went by she got braver and braver - or from her parents point of view - more and more reckless. Nevertheless she was fairly good and safe on horseback, she hardly made nasty falls. At the tender age of twelve she started in her first competition. Her pony and she got better and better, but she didn't really break through. When she was fourteen two major things happened. She got a part-time job at the stable where her ex-nanny's brother had become training assistant as groom/exercise rider, and she got a new pony. The gelding was a crossbred between an Arabian and a Caspian pony and a lot more fiery than her previous pony, so both her skills and her 'accidents' went up.
Sydney had never felt better though. In between school, eating and sleeping she spent the majority of her time around the horses, as her parents were hardly insisting on 'family time', so there were hardly consequences. It was more than obvious at that time though that she'd become too big and too heavy to be a true jockey, so while she tried as long as she could, she never came further than exercise riding. Meanwhile, she kept on training with her pony. She loved galloping through the fields, jumping any obstacles or fences that could've stopped them in their tracks.
A little before her sixteenth birthday she was told that 'she was fired', meaning there were no more racehorses she could ride out on in the morning. She regretted it, but knew the time had come. So within mere weeks she turned her 'horse-career' around, from wannabe-but-impossible-jockey to starting Eventer. And that proved to be a successful change.
Whatever it was, Sydney was exactly the person for it. Together with Crackerjack, her gelding, she got quite good in her classes. She still kept an eye out to the racing world, knowing the qualities of those horses and maybe with a feeling of melancholy of what might have been if. It was at that time that she started to retrain the first retired horse - an ex-flat racer that should become an 'easy trail ride'. Funnily enough Sydney didn't only like it, but it actually worked out.
After graduating from high school, she doubted for a moment whether she should go to an University. Decision wasn't that hard; she wouldn't. With a growing name in the eventing-sport and three 'clients' she decided she'd make a living out of horses. The next day, Crackerjack escaped out of his pasture and jumped in front of a car. Though she had been outgrowing the pony, it hurt to loose him that sudden.
Two weeks later at an auction where she shouldn't be she saw him. Inexplicable Injustice. Knowing what she did wasn't smart, that it was the stupidest thing she had ever done, she bid on him and got him. He was an ex-'chaser, though already retrained. Not too decent, but he was ride-able. There, her fairytale started again. She knew that with Ice she'd make it to the top if she had enough time.
In the three year that followed, she invested a lot of blood, sweat and tears in her reputation and her career as an successful eventer, and it paid out. Though she had a couple of bad falls during these years, nothing too bad. Her luck never seemed to dry out.
At the still rather tender age of 21, almost 22, she had a good reputation, a couple of prestigious wins under her belt, and a horse she loved more than everything. So that was where her luck ran out. Thinking of it as an investment in the future, she bought a beautiful Medicine Hat Trakehner, convinced that the terrific showjumper could become more. The mare wasn't as easy to train as she had hoped though. With worries of the mare in her mind, it wasn't that strange that she made a couple of mistakes, the biggest one about how to meet a difficult fence in the cross country part of a big competition.
The result was worth speaking of - both rider and horse where in a bad shape. After the fall Ice had rolled over Sydney, breaking a few ribs and causing a couple of dozen bruises all over her body. With bruised ribs and a busted ankle she could at least slowly walk Ice around, who had a hairline fracture in his left fore, together with a hurt tendon. Both of them took some time to fully recover, though Sydney was faster than her beloved horse.
Not one to be stopped easily, she moved to the USA and got another ex-'chaser, this one with a very extraordinary color. Nevertheless she liked the stallion, no matter his rather bad manners and difficult behavior. Once you were on top, he was a dream and he proved that. With the lack of her tophorse - when Ice was nearly good to go again, Strangles broke out in their barn, hitting him pretty badly. Sydney can tell you; watching for 72 hours, waiting for your friend to die but hoping he nevertheless will pull through isn't good for you.
She could focus on her other two horses and a third one someone asked her to ride, though. So that was exactly what miss Wolfe did. Now she's rising through the ranks again, this time with another horse, waiting for a weakened Ice to fully recover and see if they still have it - because she blames herself for their accident, and while she's still a pretty gifted rider with her horses, since that accident she hasn't ridden Ice anymore. Recently she relocated again, to Pinewood, hoping that that place would be the perfect place to have a nice place to train in tranquility and get her performance up again - she knows, deep inside, that there's coming a rough patch with Ice and that she needs to work through it in order to maintain her current level in the sport. [/color][/font]
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HOW CAN A MAN BE ALL THAT THEY SAY
[/color]WHEN ALL THAT I KNOW IS MEN RUNAWAY?[/font][/center]
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Somehow he wasn't surprised when it was Lara who walked in with the immediate apology that the horses weren't in yet. He obviously hadn't minded it; Brendan didn't want to cause troubles for her. "It's okay. I like watching them. Aside, they can handle a night out." Though that mostly counted for Sunneva, who with her thick fur was pretty much meant for deep-freeze temperatures and could thus handle a night in the pasture. For Dess, the rescue filly obviously wasn't that suited up for it yet, although she had quite a thick coat too already. He didn't like his horses shaved. Neither did he 'perform' so much on them that it was necessary, nor did he think it natural. Obviously, it wasn't, but some did it rather easy.
He never had, but since the accident even less. He was considering it for Ophélie though. Such a grand horse wasn't supposed to have a coat like a fluffy bear. However it did mean using blankets, which came with a few practical problems. He could use for help, but he preferred not to. So that made things difficult... Again.
Glancing over his shoulder to Lara, he nodded to her. "I'd offer you my help with whatever he gave you to do, but I highly doubt if that would help you," he earnestly said to her. Given his disability and the fact he still was a sophomore - due to having to quit going to school for a time there wasn't much he could help with. On the other hand, he could watch Ramsey and Shasta if Lara ever asked him that. And he was 99% sure that Lara knew that too. Olli might not be as tough or possibly-mean as her dogs, he was fiercely protective over his boss, and so far Ramsey and Shasta had had some respect for that. They got pretty well along when both their owners were close - or just Lara, who was used to look after Olli on bad days.
Before he could answer her question of helping to take the horses in, Ramsey tried to leap onto his lap - something that had happened before. As long as it wasn't too unsuspected he didn't mind it, but a little warning was appreciated. Turning his chair around he rolled to the table, grabbing his cell phone and tucking it in the pocket of his sweater, before lifting his coat off the chair and draping it over his shoulders. "If you show me the way, I'm game" he told Lara, clearly wanting to get some fresh air and help. While Lilly did need a halter and lead rope, Sunny was obedient and smart enough to just follow him around as if she was a big dog, which probably was the reason she was his now. Sunneva had been a trick pony, taught to kneel, walk, follow, jump and even rear on simple vocal commands. It made her easy to deal with once you knew the right words. Those that didn't knew her often found her annoying - she had a habit of trying to outsmart humans, and though she didn't often display it Sunny had a dark, feisty side too.
His expression saddened a little as she mentioned Sunny missing his grooming and his attention. It wasn't just the horses missing him - the other way round was true too. "She's not the only one," he answered, his voice rough with emotions. With his hands on the wheels he rolled to the door, waiting for Lara to open it and lead the way to the pastures and the barn after that.
He never had, but since the accident even less. He was considering it for Ophélie though. Such a grand horse wasn't supposed to have a coat like a fluffy bear. However it did mean using blankets, which came with a few practical problems. He could use for help, but he preferred not to. So that made things difficult... Again.
Glancing over his shoulder to Lara, he nodded to her. "I'd offer you my help with whatever he gave you to do, but I highly doubt if that would help you," he earnestly said to her. Given his disability and the fact he still was a sophomore - due to having to quit going to school for a time there wasn't much he could help with. On the other hand, he could watch Ramsey and Shasta if Lara ever asked him that. And he was 99% sure that Lara knew that too. Olli might not be as tough or possibly-mean as her dogs, he was fiercely protective over his boss, and so far Ramsey and Shasta had had some respect for that. They got pretty well along when both their owners were close - or just Lara, who was used to look after Olli on bad days.
Before he could answer her question of helping to take the horses in, Ramsey tried to leap onto his lap - something that had happened before. As long as it wasn't too unsuspected he didn't mind it, but a little warning was appreciated. Turning his chair around he rolled to the table, grabbing his cell phone and tucking it in the pocket of his sweater, before lifting his coat off the chair and draping it over his shoulders. "If you show me the way, I'm game" he told Lara, clearly wanting to get some fresh air and help. While Lilly did need a halter and lead rope, Sunny was obedient and smart enough to just follow him around as if she was a big dog, which probably was the reason she was his now. Sunneva had been a trick pony, taught to kneel, walk, follow, jump and even rear on simple vocal commands. It made her easy to deal with once you knew the right words. Those that didn't knew her often found her annoying - she had a habit of trying to outsmart humans, and though she didn't often display it Sunny had a dark, feisty side too.
His expression saddened a little as she mentioned Sunny missing his grooming and his attention. It wasn't just the horses missing him - the other way round was true too. "She's not the only one," he answered, his voice rough with emotions. With his hands on the wheels he rolled to the door, waiting for Lara to open it and lead the way to the pastures and the barn after that.
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I THINK I LOSE JUST A LITTLE BIT OF ME
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