Post by kenna on Jun 5, 2012 18:36:57 GMT -5
[/font][/color][/b]-- KENNA WEST
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-- FULL NAME: Kenna Mariah West
-- NICKNAMES: Kenna, Kens, Kenny
-- AGE: 22
-- BIRTH PLACE: Barlow, Kentucky
-- ORIENTATION: Straight
-- OCCUPATION: Race Trainer, Jockey, Jumping Competitor
-- PLAYED BY: Alexis Bledel-- PERSONALITY
-- SHY: Kenna is a bit shy around people she doesn't know or has just met. This is because, when growing up, she didn't have any positive relationships in her life, beside her grandmother, and Jefferson(In history). Kenna will still talk to people when she has to, but she is quiet, has hardly any confidence, and tried to avoid talking to people she doesn't know. Even asking a simple question can be a bit stressful to her.
-- SWEET: Kenna can be very sweet once you get to know her. Once she knows you, she says whatever pops into her pretty little head. She cares about others, especially horses, over herself, and would do anything for a good friend. She often bonds with the horses that she trains, and talks to them like they were her best friend, though she talks to most animals like that. She feels she can confide in them all of her secrets. Her bright blue eyes can get to anybody. Get to know her, and you'll love her.
-- CHEERFUL: Kenna is a very cheerful girl, looking at everything positively, and trying to make the best of things in a negative situation. She doesn't like it when people fight, especially her friends. She will try to cheer people up when they are sad or depressed or angry, though it doesn't always work. She can always get people to smile, usually just with her smile and her mood around the people she knows and trusts. She can try to be a clown sometimes, try to be funny, but Kenna isn't the funniest girl in the world.
-- LOVES:
- Horses
- Homemade peach ice cream
- Tacos
- Riding in a car with the windows down
- Drawing
- Country Music
- Summer
- Riding
- Swimming
- Flowers
-- HATES:
- Bugs
- Fish
- Being alone for long periods of time
- Being in small places
- Abusive people
- Grapefruit
- Crows
- Winter
- Her shyness
- Taking medicine
-- HISTORY
[/font][/color][/b][/center]Kenna had been born in the little town of Barlow, which was on the bank of a little stream. Her mother had died when she was just two, and her father had become a serious drinker after they had buried their mother, becoming abusive toward Kenna and her two older sisters, who were four and three at the time. The oldest of the three girls had called their grandmother once when their father was hitting Kenna. Their grandmother then immediately sent help to retrieve them from that awful home.
From there, they lived with their elderly grandmother, until the day she died, when the when Kenna was twelve years of age. Her grandmother had had a little pony, named Jefferson, who would follow Kenna around, like a little puppy. Kenna had loved that pony, but was forced to leave him at a pound after their grandmother died, as she couldn't take him to live with them at their aunt's house, which was where they were moved to, next. Kenna lived with her aunt from age twelve to age eighteen.
At eighteen years old, Kenna moved out, being the last to leave that place, as her sisters were both older than she. They had all hated their aunt, who had home schooled them, keeping them away from other children, and wouldn't let them outside very often at all. Kenna came to the point where she would sneak outside at night, when she was sure that her aunt was sleeping, to go get some fresh air, and try to meet some people her own age. Kenna then moved to West Virginia, where she had been working for minimum wage at a little diner. She had found out about the stables from a friend who came into the diner often. Having grown up with Jefferson and pictures of horses up on her walls in her bedroom, she decided that it might be worth it to check it out, landing her here.
-- SAMPLE
[/font][/color][/b][/center]Maia stepped off of the bus and onto the sidewalk. Leaving her home in Maine had not been a hard decision. The twenty-two year old had her hopes of becoming a world famous jockey, but before she could do that, she needed to get somewhere, and to do that, she needed a job, which brought her here. Her job, whatever it may be, had to involve horses in some way. She had to be able to be around them, and it'd be even better if you could ride them.
She brushed a lock of hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear. Trudging up toward the stables and paddocks of the farm, an excited smile crept over her lips. Her dark purple backpack was slung over her shoulder, her riding boots sticking up out of the top. They were too tall to zip into it, so she just left it open around them. She hadn't even planned on where she was going to stay while she was in the town. She figured she'd just call her friend, who lived about two and a half miles from there.
She approached the doors, and hesitated a moment, gathering herself before opening the door and walking in, telling herself that it was okay if she didn't get a job here, it would be okay, she could get a job elsewhere. At another equestrian center, maybe. She put a friendly smile on her face as she looked around, admiring everything about it. She loved how it was full of the scents of hay and manure, how there were pictures and awards and ribbons on the walls. She looked around for somebody she could talk to, or someone to ask who she should talk to about getting a job here. After a while of searching, nobody came into sight, so she decided to try to find her own way around this place. She held her head high, her shoulders back, and she walked out of the room, and toward a long hallway, lined with doors. Might as well knock on a few... she thought to herself, and approached the first door she came to on her left. She tapped lightly on the door with a closed fist. A man answered. He was quite annoyed, as she had apparently waken him from his nap, during his only break.
"Can you please direct me to someone who I can talk to about employment?" she asked him with a pleasant tone to her voice. The man grumbled and pointed to the last door along the long hall. She thanked him kindly and bid him goodbye, before he slammed the door in her face, and she began walking toward the door that he had pointed to. She knocked on this one, awaiting an answer, teetering slightly on her heels as she stood.
(It's definitely not my best, but it's the one I found first, tehe...)
-- OOC
[/font][/color][/b][/center]-- NAME OR ALIAS: Call me Angel!
-- AGE: 19
-- RP EXPERIENCE: More than five years
-- THREE WORDS THAT DESCRIBE YOU: Unique, random, caring
-- HOW YOU FOUND US: Illyria
-- RULEPHRASE: Admin's Edit
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