bailee.

[blitz]

Full Name
bailee anne duff

Nickname
lee

Age
18

Birth Date
october 13, 1987

Gender
female

Height
5'3

Weight
95 pounds

Eye Color
brown

Hair Color
reddish brown

Personality
Want to know the real Bailee? She use to be loud and obnxious. The term would be wild and partier, but She was never like. No matter what, her idea of fun was being loud. - but it all changed. Her heart use to be kind to people, til they put her horse down. Try to get on Bailee's good side, or she'll never accept you. Bailee is actually a quiet, driven away person. Not wanting to be bothered

History
Bailee was born on friday the 13th, on a warm october night. Her father watched as Bailee's mother bled to death, giving birth to Bailee. She never knew her mother, only her father. Bailee grew up in a slightly large city Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Her heart was for horses, and when She turned 7 years old, They moved. Bailee and her father set out to a smaller town in Minnesota. The distance was hard, and Bailee grew up with no friends until She found one. On her 8th birthday, her father bought her a 2 year old Arabian Mare. The mare was given the name Isadora, and Bailee had a bond with the mare- She wasn't able to ride her horse til She turned 11 for Isadora wasn't trained well enough, and then her heart was set for barrel racing and pole bending. Starting off small, and Soon Bailee was known in her town, aswell as Isadora for racing the clock. Tragic moments happen, and one day- Figures it was friday the 13th, in september. Bailee was 17 and Isadora was 11. They were at the state finals for barrel racing, and her heart racing- Bailee turned Isadora to quick at the 2nd barrel and caused the horse to stumble. Falling down, and yet She caught her leg in the process- Isadora broke her front right leg, and pinned Bailee under her. The small figure of hers didn't hold up and Bailee's leg was smashed- Creating a limp noticable, Bailee lost her only friend.

Riding History
riding since she was 8

Sample Post

the sweet smell of winter, and how the snow flakes danced in the blue sky, spiriling down- and dieing on the ground. ballet flats of a reddish pearl pigment covered the remaining os snowflakes. a few fell upon the black locks, and then a fragile hand pulled the hood up of her coat. the snow's funeral was a winter coat present on makla.

home, and how it felt to be right there and right now. the town was quiet, and it was the afternoon- makla wasn't heading to the cottage til starbucks filled her stomach. sephy was sleeping against her mother, as a small purple blanket covered her. the free hand pushed open the door- Ding Ding, and it closed tightly so the cold air didn't enter the warm building. makla walked to the register

Hm I'd like a Mocha Caramel Frappacino, Please

and her free hand set the exact change down, and she moved over to the finished area. a minute or so passed and her hands gripped the cup, and she saw down in the corner- away from the door, and She set the glass down, and she layed Sephy in her arms and quietly hummed to her little daughter who was quietly sleeping. Her free hand once again took the cup and she sipped the cool beverage- it entered her mouth and sent a chill through her body.

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