Post by jazz on Nov 23, 2010 18:24:17 GMT -5
SALLY SINCLAIR STANDS AT THE TOP OF THE STAIRS
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WHAT HAS SHE COME TO?
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NICKNAMES: Sal, S, Pixie
GENDER: female
AGE: 20
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: heterosexual, but up for anything
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POWERLESS HE JUST SHAKES HIS HEAD
[/color]HE'S DISAPPOINTED AND OFF TO BED[/font][/center]
HAIR: honey blonde, curly, just past shoulder-length
EYES: hazel
HEIGHT & WEIGHT: 5’5”, 120 lbs
Physical description: Sally is an all-American blonde with a mischievous smile and a bubbly laugh. A sprinkling of tiny cocoa freckles covers her ski-slope nose and spills over her shoulders down her arms. She has a strawberries-and-cream complexion that burns to bright red in the sun and she tends to be as pale as a ghost year-round. The irises of her eyes are mottled green and gold, and she typically lines them with a delicate smudge of rich chocolate liner and darkens her flaxen lashes with mascara. Other than that, she doesn’t use much in the way of make-up, only falling back on concealer and blush when she feels she needs them. Too much makeup tends to play up her features to the effect that she looks like a china doll.
She has nearly perfect proportions for riding: long, lean legs and a shorter torso. If she weren’t so muscular, she would be slender to the point of wispiness. As it is, she is athletic and strong and doesn’t shy away from the gym. She dresses to impress because that’s who she is: she knows the power that her designer wardrobe holds, and that being flawlessly put-together can be effortlessly intimidating. At the barn, it’s all immaculate Joules polos and Tailored Sportsman breeches. This translates to every-day wear as well, and she tends not to leave the house unless she looks ready to walk a runway. If she ever appears in public wearing sweats, it’ll be a dead giveaway that her world is ending. The only scruffiness that she has given into is her nails: biting them is a habit that she’s fought to lose for over a decade. Given her affinity for jewelry, many people are surprised to discover that she doesn’t have any piercings.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES:Her curly blonde hair, the general extravagance of her outfits, and the scar on her left index finger where she accidentally cut herself to the bone with a kitchen knife two years ago[/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: alarm clocks, stalkers, losing, commitment, bugs, cruelty to those who can’t help themselves
STRENGTHS: She genuinely isn’t bothered by people’s opinions about her, she can be honest with people she loves, and she’s a dedicated rider
WEAKNESSES: She’s superficial, she hooks up because she can’t fall in love, she’s scared that she might be so successful without her parents’ money
HABITS/QUIRKS: She’s scared of the dark and can’t watch scary movies without becoming inconsolably freaked out; she has an online shopping addiction
OVERALL PERSONALITY: Sally’s flippant, devil-may-care attitude has gotten her in trouble with everyone from school officials to government officials, and she enjoys playing with metaphorical fire because it keeps things interesting. She’s naturally independent but hates to be away from people. She’s naturally a very warm person and has that roly-poly, adorable, cocker-spaniel spunk that makes her plenty of friends. She can be feisty and aggressive, especially when she’s feeling flirtatious, and she goes after what she wants and takes no prisoners on her quest for her goals. She has to be with someone who can take her on. Pushovers and ‘nice’ kids don’t have a chance in her company because she steamrollers them: she genuinely enjoys debating and can be a malicious flirt. Though she herself is an excellent liar, she values honesty above all else though she’ll give her trust easily and without question, once she’s been betrayed, she can hold a grudge relentlessly.
She can be diabolically clever and has a caustic sense of humor that she employs when irritated. Thankfully, it takes a lot to make her angry. She’s a very dedicated, perfectionistic rider, which contrasts with the fact that she’s very easy-going and laid-back about everything from projects to personal space. Adults call her “free-spirited;” her peers call her a slut. She went through a period in high school where she never spent a night alone, and once she’s “been there, done that,” she moves on fairly quickly. She parties hard and loves to go out dancing; since she’s not a lightweight when it comes to drinking, she’s hard to keep up with and can be a very corrupting influence on people.
Sally doesn’t like to hear that the rules apply to her, but she’s able to conduct herself with class when she’s around adults. Though she talks tough, her bark is almost always worse than her bite. She’s not a catty, cliquey girl, but she is a loyal friend. She tries to stay out of petty drama and doesn’t pick fights with other girls; she’s always been more of a guy’s girl, and actually manages to stay friends with a number of her past hook-ups. However, when it comes to riding, she’s competitive and isn’t afraid to stir up some rivalry because it keeps her focused and driven.[/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]
SIBLINGS: Quinn Sinclair is Sally’s 22 year-old brother; he is currently a student at Yale. Brooke Sinclair is their three-year-old half-sister.
OTHER FAMILY: Sally’s maternal grandmother, Beatrice, is 78 and retired; she suffers from Alzheimer’s. She is Sally’s only living grandparent. Her uncle on her father’s side is Benjamin Sinclair, and he is a family failure who dropped out of school with drug problems but is now a high school sociology teacher. Her mother’s sister, Charlotte, is 38 years old and is married to a oil baron on the West Coasts; their two children, Sally’s cousins, are 17 and 15 respectively and are named Brigid and Shawn.
PETS: Cadenza, aka Caddy, is Sally’s short-haired Chihuahua: click
OVERALL HISTORY: Oliver Sinclair met his first wife at a fundraiser in New York City. They were a perfect match from the start: their parents were friends, their backgrounds were similar, and they got along well enough. Ruth was demure but spoiled, and Oliver was austere and a devious businessman, but a gentleman. They were married on the coast in a beautiful ceremony and a year later, they welcomed their first child. The marriage was already beginning to suffer when, nearly three years later, Sally was born. Raised mostly by nannies, she and Quinn rarely spent time with their parents. From birth, the Sinclair children were treated to the best that money could buy, and they never wanted for anything material. They were shuttled between the family’s properties in NYC, East Hampton, Martha’s Vineyard, and West Virginia. Sally always loved the area around Pinewood best, mostly due to the obsession that has plagued her for her entire life: horses.
She saw horses for the first time when she was three and a half while attending a charity polo match with her parents at their country club. She was a notoriously finicky child who threw tantrums at the drop of a hat, and her parents were therefore amazed when their daughter sat in silence, eyes huge as they tracked the gleaming ponies on the pitch, for almost the entire event. After that, she clamored for riding lessons and, like everything else she wanted, she got them. She was a quick study, and had remarkable focus for one so young. Still, she progressed as slowly as was safe and loved it. When she was seven, her parents filed for divorce, split most of their assets, and that was that. Since they were constantly traveling or working, they hadn’t been a huge part of her childhood up to that point, so it didn’t much matter to her if they were divorced or together. She continued riding, and got her first pony a few months later.
Her brother was hit harder by the divorce, and tended to take it out on Sally, teasing her mercilessly whenever he was home from his prep school. She learned to stand up for herself when he and his friends would poke fun at her, and she still attributes most of her toughness to him. It wouldn’t be until they were teenagers that Quinn and Sally would truly become friends, and even then, his party habits and carelessness made her grow up faster than any child should have to. Meanwhile, when Sally was 14, her father finally stopped his endless string of affairs and married a waitress named Gabrielle. Sally and Quinn instantly labeled her a gold-digger and refuse to have much of anything to do with her, but for her part, Gabrielle has been good for Oliver, and after two years, they had a beautiful baby girl that they named Brooke.
Sally had drifted away from horses under the influence of her brother, instead staying up late at house parties and waking up with hangovers, or going on weekend getaways to the preppy hotspots that their social class’s youth had access to. Freshman year of high school, however, her parents pulled her from the school that she and her brother were attending and sent her to a private all-girls school in upstate New York. The school had a strong competitive riding program, and before she knew it, Sally was sucked back in. Her a-circuit experience riding pony hunters came to her advantage, and she started in on the junior equitation classes and then, senior year, on the jumpers. She’s been in love with the sport ever since. Her first jumper was a big gelding named Juniper, and she’s never loved anyone as much as she loved this horse. Unfortunately, Juniper suffered a career-ending injury in a jumper class last summer, and though she’s since gotten a new horse, Sally can’t shake how much June’s accident affected her. After graduation, Sally was expected to go on to an Ivy League education, but shocked her parents in refusing. She wanted to take a year off and ride to see if it was something that she could do professionally; it’s been a goal of hers that she has never shared with anyone because she knows that most people view her as the rich show bunny who buys her blue ribbons by showing up with the most expensive horses. However, she wants to overturn the stereotype, and is at Pinelands to try and do it.
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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:
“Next in the ring we have competitor number 235, Sally Sinclair aboard Juniper.”
Sally worked her hands another braid up the reins and felt the horse’s neck flex in response to the added pressure. She squeezed her boot-encased calves against his ribcage and he leapt lightly into a canter, the three-beat gait carrying his rider to the center of the arena where she asked him to halt by deepening her seat and closing her fingers on the reins. The gelding flicked his thick, banged tail as Sally dropped a hand to her side and nodded her head in a brisk salute to the judge. The bell rang and a wicked smile lit Sally’s lips as she moved the horse back into a canter. She rose into a half-seat as they approached the timers. The horse flicked an ear back as Sally murmured to him.
”You ready babe? Let’s kill it.”
She dug her heels into the horse’s sides and he accelerated with the grace of a Ferrari to meet the first jump perfectly on stride. Sally folded at the hips as the horse lifted off the ground, his haunches snapping up to give the garish creamsicle orange rails a wide berth. He landed in a gallop and Sally shifted her weight into the right stirrup to counter-balance the horse into a sharp turn to the left. Her eyes narrowed as they fixed on the oxer in front of them and she checked the horse sharply in the mouth, once, twice, three times, and he managed to shorten his stride in time to make the distance. Letting out her breath in a whoosh as they landed safely on the other side, Sally pushed her hands into the horse’s neck, her stick flashing into his view as she urged him on now towards the triple combination. At the sight of the mountainous jumps rising in front of him, a jungle of flowers and foliage at their bases, the horse balked for the first time on course. Sally shifted her reins into one hand and reached behind her with the other to tap the horse with her stick, and just barely managed to convince him to jump. It wasn’t enough, though: the horse’s front legs caught the poles and they crashed down, causing Juniper to stumble as he landed. Sally lost a stirrup and grabbed a fistful of mane, shock etching itself across her face.
If they’d had more than a stride to recover, they would’ve been fine, but the second jump in the combination was too close, and Juniper made a valiant attempt to clear it. Sally felt his left front give out as it struck the ground for the last time, and the pain was enough that the horse didn’t push up with his haunches and chested the jump, flipping over the rails and hurling his rider forcefully into the third jump of the combination. Sally could see faces swirling above her as her lead lolled to the right and then sound receded and her world became black.
Sally worked her hands another braid up the reins and felt the horse’s neck flex in response to the added pressure. She squeezed her boot-encased calves against his ribcage and he leapt lightly into a canter, the three-beat gait carrying his rider to the center of the arena where she asked him to halt by deepening her seat and closing her fingers on the reins. The gelding flicked his thick, banged tail as Sally dropped a hand to her side and nodded her head in a brisk salute to the judge. The bell rang and a wicked smile lit Sally’s lips as she moved the horse back into a canter. She rose into a half-seat as they approached the timers. The horse flicked an ear back as Sally murmured to him.
”You ready babe? Let’s kill it.”
She dug her heels into the horse’s sides and he accelerated with the grace of a Ferrari to meet the first jump perfectly on stride. Sally folded at the hips as the horse lifted off the ground, his haunches snapping up to give the garish creamsicle orange rails a wide berth. He landed in a gallop and Sally shifted her weight into the right stirrup to counter-balance the horse into a sharp turn to the left. Her eyes narrowed as they fixed on the oxer in front of them and she checked the horse sharply in the mouth, once, twice, three times, and he managed to shorten his stride in time to make the distance. Letting out her breath in a whoosh as they landed safely on the other side, Sally pushed her hands into the horse’s neck, her stick flashing into his view as she urged him on now towards the triple combination. At the sight of the mountainous jumps rising in front of him, a jungle of flowers and foliage at their bases, the horse balked for the first time on course. Sally shifted her reins into one hand and reached behind her with the other to tap the horse with her stick, and just barely managed to convince him to jump. It wasn’t enough, though: the horse’s front legs caught the poles and they crashed down, causing Juniper to stumble as he landed. Sally lost a stirrup and grabbed a fistful of mane, shock etching itself across her face.
If they’d had more than a stride to recover, they would’ve been fine, but the second jump in the combination was too close, and Juniper made a valiant attempt to clear it. Sally felt his left front give out as it struck the ground for the last time, and the pain was enough that the horse didn’t push up with his haunches and chested the jump, flipping over the rails and hurling his rider forcefully into the third jump of the combination. Sally could see faces swirling above her as her lead lolled to the right and then sound receded and her world became black.
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I THINK I LOSE JUST A LITTLE BIT OF ME
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This app was made by JESS. Lyrics by Tyler Hilton and Jon Mclaughlin
