Post by Terri on Jan 24, 2006 7:36:43 GMT -5
Full Name:
Terri Fuller
Nickname:
Terri
Age:
19
Birth Date:
July 23rd, 1985
Gender:
Female
Height:
5'6
Weight:
Slender, but has god muscles.
Eye Color:
Sky Blue
Hair Color:
Brown
Personality:
Terri is a happy, fun person to be around. Well she enjoys ridding and being around horses she also like people. But when she gets mad boy she is a hot head.
After her boyfriend left her for another girl she has been less open to most guys, but not all.
History:
Terri was born on a ranch in Canada and raised around horses and bulls. Her dad was a bull rider and her mom a barrel racer. Terri has been around bulls, beef cattle, and horses all her life.
She is the second born of three and was always best behaved in the eyes of her beloved grandfather who passed away two moths ago. Right now she is not the same person she was, the death has left her damaged.
Riding History:
Has been ridding all her life.
Sample Post:
Standing there, in a corral, alone, with no other equines, she gently shook her nicely framed bodice. Small nats and larger flies annoyed her as she was still, but if she was to move, she would not have to deal with the pesky creations. But truthfully, Benny was always like this, well, not always, but for the most part she was always good. But she hated gunshots, she would bolt at the sound of 'em. She hated cougars and anything that threatened her in any way, too. Opening her eyes a bit more, she gazed over at the man, who had his back against the fence facing the other way. He kept saying some line like 'hey there hun,' and then would carry on like,'15 for the mare! Only fifteen! Quite a bargen for such a mare, ah? Pretty, Smart, Fast, and Tough as nails!' Which was true, enough. The raven and bleached stained mare turned her head, and looked over at the other equines in corrals not to far from hers, and she let out a long whinny, yet, no one even bothered to reply. So, out of boredem she wandered over to the man, and put her equine head over the fence. Her gentle features would make anyone 'aww', Benny was a sweet, gentle, smart, and rather quick mare. And she knew it too, that was why she had never changed a bit, never. Watching the mans every move, she watched him turn, and swing his arms around yelling "git". Squealing, the paint mare turned around and cantered swiftly in the other direction. Her gate near perfect, too. The man of coarse, began to talk to everyone walking by as she cantered about,'how do you like that for a canter,' or,'some canter she has, ahh?'And the truth is most people just kept walking on by, which was kind of hurtfull, if you think about it.