Post by ruffian4ever on Nov 7, 2010 21:18:29 GMT -5
INGRID STANDS AT THE TOP OF THE STAIRS
[/color][/font]AS SHE'S LEAVING HER FATHER STARES
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WHAT HAS SHE COME TO?
[/color]ANOTHER BOY SHE RUNS TO TONIGHT[/font][/center]
NICKNAMES: Ingrid
GENDER: Female
AGE: 19 years
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
CANON OR ORIGINAL: Original[/color][/font]
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POWERLESS HE JUST SHAKES HIS HEAD
[/color]HE'S DISAPPOINTED AND OFF TO BED[/font][/center]
HAIR: Naturally brown, but she usually keeps it blonde highlighted and curled. It is usually a little longer than shoulder length.
EYES: Brown
HEIGHT & WEIGHT: 5'10", 115 lbs
Physical description: Ingrid is lanky and quite pretty, with strong features but not jutting, and also a delicate but not fragile look about her. She usually keeps her hair in loose curls or waves and the brown-blond locks fall just below her shoulder blades. She has pretty brown eyes and a soft face. She has a thin frame and is careful about her weight, but not obsessive. Ingrid works out often, so she keeps her form lean and fit from riding, jogging, swimming, and tennis outings.
Ingrid will usually tie her hair up when working out or riding, and usually will keep it down otherwise. She takes good care of her appearance and clothing, but doesn't go overboard. She keeps her weight tim and appearance fashionable, but also appropriate for the need.
Also, she doesn't tend to wear mascara or heavy makeup, but sometimes wears light perfume or facial makeup. She often prefers wearing jeans or khaki pants, almost never skirts, but sometimes fashionable dresses for fancy evenings or outings, and maybe heeled shoes as well. However, she is very shoe and clothing smart, and she knows exactly when to dress for a work day or for a party.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES:She's most noticeable for her soft, kind face. Her eyes and smile are warm and she does smile quite frequently.[/color][/font]
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BUT HE WON"T BE SLEEPING
[/color]BECAUSE THE HOURS SHE'S KEEPING ARE NOT RIGHT[/font][/center]
-Hot chocolate(on a stormy night)
-Chocolate(what woman doesn't?)
-Summertime(better than freezing your butt off in winter)
-Riding(the art of learning how to live life)
-Tennis(plays at 4.5 level)
-Country Music, sometimes rock or pop, maybe techno(the classics)
-Reading(goes through a novel a day)
-Writing(aspires to be a part time author)
-The beach(favorite place in the world, aside from the stable)
DISLIKES:
-Rap music(not real music)
-Seafood(too fishy...)
-Hairless cats, rottweilers, pitbulls(not her type of pet)
-Shopping(would rather do something more productive)
STRENGTHS:
-Tennis(4.5 level, has played for years)
-English Riding(Jumping & Dressage)
-Dancing(ballroom and just about anything else)
WEAKNESSES:
-Ball sports(aside from tennis)
-Reserved about her emotions(hides her true feelings)
-OCD(spiders, flying bugs, fear of death)
HABITS/QUIRKS:
-Has a South African accent(softer than British)
-Gluten intolerant
-Slightly OCD
-Always wants to be doing something productive
OVERALL PERSONALITY: Ingrid is a very open person. She smiles and laughs a lot, and tries to be nice to people. She's a pretty good people-reader, meaning she's good at telling emotions when she watches someone. She likes people in general and always has something witty to say, and hardly ever gets angry. However, if she does get mad, she's got a temper and very opinionated about her way of thinking. If she feels anyone is trying to compromise her or her beliefs, she'll bring down an iron fist.
As for hobbies, Ingrid enjoys a variety of things. She used to run track and has an athletic figure, so she often jogs around town in the morning to get a good start on her day. She also tries to swim and practice her tennis frequently, and is quite a competetive tennis player. In her free time, she likes to read novels, preferably mystery, fantasy, or fiction novels. Most of her time, however, is spent horseback riding. She has ridden English style since single digit years and Western since age ten. She is a very competetive jumping and dressage rider and rides Western in her spare time, and loves to trail ride.
Aside from that, Ingrid also has a few little quirks about her. She despises seafood, loves Chinese, Italian, and Mexican food, and adores chocolate. She is gluten intolerant so bread isn't an option, and she does keep a sort of diet to keep her weight down, but nothing strenuous. Ingrid is also a little OCD and stresses when people do things for her or if she isn't doing anything particularly productive. She is very neat and tidy, and reserved and proper when in public. She does dance and loves ballroom dancing, but certainly isn't afraid to dance to whatever music is playing, with the exception of rap.[/color][/font]
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SHE'S ASKING A QUESTION HOW WILL I BE
[/color]WHEN THIS NEXT ONE EVENTUALLY LEAVES ME?[/font][/center]
David Adam Miller, 48, Veterinarian
SIBLINGS: Lisa Schaffer Miller, 15
OTHER FAMILY: none.
PETS: Cleopatra, Sigapuran cat, 3 years old:
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Jasmine, German Shepherd dog, 2 years old:
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OVERALL HISTORY: When she was born on October 2nd, 1991, Ingrid lived in South Africa for four years with her mother, Jennifer, and her father, David. She was the only child, then, and when her younger sister, Lisa, was born, they moved to the States and settled in New York. Ingrid adjusted well and though English wouldn't be her first language, she spoke it very well and still kept her slight accent. Surprisingly enough, though she was born in Africa, her skin was just as fair as anyone else's.
After moving to America, Ingrid's family settled in and she went to a small private school for elementary and middle school, both in Buffalo, where her family lived. She got very good grades and devoted what time she could to riding. At the time, she didn't have her own horse so she leased one from the stable, a black Quarter Horse mare named Flicka. Ingrid went by the stables twice a week to ride, and sometimes walked up there on weekends to clean her horse's stall or groom Flicka. Sometimes, her mother would take her to the nearby racetrack to watch the horses run. Once, her mother took her to see all three of the Triple Crown races, since she knew Ingrid adored the horses and so did her mother anyways.
When she finished middle school, Ingrid started to save up money. Worked at the stable, did odd jobs for people around town, and by the time she was in her sophomore high school year, she'd earned enough to buy her own horse, at age sixteen. Her parents both worked full time and didn't have time to pick out a horse for her, so they bought her a car instead. Ingrid took her own time to drive around in her red Rubicon jeep, and spent the next few weeks looking at several stables for the horse for her. Finally, she found him. A colt, a young dark bay named Ace. Though she'd saved up nearly two thousand, she only needed $900 to purchase the green broke two year old. He hadn't hardly been ridden, although Ingrid had seen his paces and determined with a lot of time and work, he could become a respectable horse.
As Ingrid went through her public high school years and managed to keep up high grades, she started taking college classes in her senior year and completed a year's worth of credit, through the task was extremely strenuous. She began college as a sophomore for her proud parents, though the year of starting college, she'd decided to move away and settled in West Virginia, in a quaint town. She traveled to a community college a few miles away each day, sometimes every few Saturdays to finish up some extra work. Throughout the years, Ace was her project and she worked hard to train him under saddle. After they were able to master flatwork, she moved on to jumping and discovered he had a natural talent. They began to go to shows locally, and soon practiced harder and worked more, enabling them to move even higher in rank.[/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]
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
The summer night air wafter through her screened dor. The chirps of the crickets could be heard outside, accentuating the hazy evening's dreary mood. Hot air drifted through the screen and mingled with the cool breeze inside, a rush of outside air blasting in her face as the door was pushed open. A fair haired, pretty girl stepped outside and closed the patio door behind her, soft footfalls silent on the bare wood porch. A slim hand fingered through her luxurious blond-brown hair and let it fall free, tumbling over her shoulders.
The girl was slender, just shy of six feet tall, and had a petite frame but not fragile, for her distinct and strong face was much too disallowing for that. A soft, pondering smile tugged at the corner of her cherry red lips and the warn summer breeze lifted her locks from their rest on her shoulders. Her feet were bare and long, slim jeans curved with her legs and hips, meeting her bare toes and brushing the ground. She stood still for a moment, as if awaiting the crickets' chirps to resume their melody. As the hot red sun drifted below the distant swoop of the plain far away, the sky melted into fading colors, each blended and blurred so perfectly, awaiting their day's rest as the fiery sky laid itself to bed in the west.
She did not speak, and needed no words anyhow, but rather stood silent and dreamy, breathing in slowly the hazy breaths of summer. Taking a single step forward, then another, the bare, soft feet moved slowly across the wide wooden porch. Her tanned arms remained crossed lightly over her chest, over her simple white, v-necked shirt, cut slim and hugging her waist, the sleeves cropped and leaving her shoulders bare, warmed by the sun and the summer air. The young maiden made reached the end of the porch, allowing her slim body to rest against the tall, oak beam marking the end of the porch and the simple steps leading out to the lawn just beyond. There she stood, arms folded and a simple smile hinting on her smooth, round face. The dimming light brought shadows to the porch's entry and cast a blanket of dawning mist over the land around her. The town's lights lit up just around her, and the faint smile kept to her face as the woman turned, leaving her place and returning inside, closing the front door behind her.
The girl was slender, just shy of six feet tall, and had a petite frame but not fragile, for her distinct and strong face was much too disallowing for that. A soft, pondering smile tugged at the corner of her cherry red lips and the warn summer breeze lifted her locks from their rest on her shoulders. Her feet were bare and long, slim jeans curved with her legs and hips, meeting her bare toes and brushing the ground. She stood still for a moment, as if awaiting the crickets' chirps to resume their melody. As the hot red sun drifted below the distant swoop of the plain far away, the sky melted into fading colors, each blended and blurred so perfectly, awaiting their day's rest as the fiery sky laid itself to bed in the west.
She did not speak, and needed no words anyhow, but rather stood silent and dreamy, breathing in slowly the hazy breaths of summer. Taking a single step forward, then another, the bare, soft feet moved slowly across the wide wooden porch. Her tanned arms remained crossed lightly over her chest, over her simple white, v-necked shirt, cut slim and hugging her waist, the sleeves cropped and leaving her shoulders bare, warmed by the sun and the summer air. The young maiden made reached the end of the porch, allowing her slim body to rest against the tall, oak beam marking the end of the porch and the simple steps leading out to the lawn just beyond. There she stood, arms folded and a simple smile hinting on her smooth, round face. The dimming light brought shadows to the porch's entry and cast a blanket of dawning mist over the land around her. The town's lights lit up just around her, and the faint smile kept to her face as the woman turned, leaving her place and returning inside, closing the front door behind her.
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I THINK I LOSE JUST A LITTLE BIT OF ME
[/color]IN EVERY MAN THAT I SEE.[/font][/center]
This app was made by JESS. Lyrics by Tyler Hilton and Jon Mclaughlin
