Post by echosong on Jan 11, 2009 1:12:51 GMT -8
[/url]ARLINE ALICE STRYKER
Name ; Arline [Our-leen] Alice Stryker
Nickname/s ; none yet
Age ; 20
Gender ; Female
Birth Date ; 4/13/1989
Issue ; Depression
Height ; 5'1"
Eye Color ; Bright Jade green
Hair Color ; Dark brown, reddish tint
Hair Style ; Long and straight, slightly wavy at the ends
Detailed Appearance ; Arline is a very pretty person, but not overly so, its understated. Her fair skin is smooth and clear, she wears no makeup other than the occasional lip gloss or eye shadow. Her face is heart shaped and pale, wide, innocent green eyes framed by dark lashes and brightened by pink cheeks. Her neck is long and arched, accented by prominent collar bones. Her body is soft, gently curved. She is slender, but not overly so. Her legs are long and thin, and carried by dainty feet. She is tall for a girl, giving her immediate attention in a room. She has a very gentle, quite air about her.
She always wears a silver chain necklace around her neck, her engagement ring hanging from it.
Summed up Appearance ; Tall, slender, and gentle. green eyes and dark brown hair. Pale skin. Subtly beautiful.
Detailed Personality ; Arline has a very gentle personality. She is a woman of few words, and what words she does say are well thought through. She is intelligent. She is proud. She resents ignorance and hate, and she believes whenever you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth. She has never been one to doubt her friends, and trusts them with all trust capable. She is easily shattered, when you trust someone so deeply, and they walk away from you, how can you feel right again? When she's mad or hurt, she goes right for the jugular. She finds your weakness, and and doesn't hold back.
Summed up Personality ; Intelligent, gentle, quiet, trusting
Detailed History ; Arline rode her first horse at the age of three. her parents raised her in Kentucky, with a short bought of fame on the race track. She lived and breathed horses for a long as she could remember, even training them starting at age sixteen. She was a flawless, fearless rider.
She even met the love of her life at the track, Thomas Robinson. He was a jockey for a living, only a year older then herself. They started dating, and soon made their feelings clear. They were engaged after only a short two years, and Arline couldn't be more elated.
Arline fell into her depression after her fiancee died in a track accident. The misery was engulfing, never ending. Her friends and family worried for her. She neglected her races, her horses, and often spent days in her room. They soon decided to act and sent her to Broadview, hoping she would meet someone who could pick up the pieces.
Relationships ; Thomas Robinson - former fiancee
Name ; Pheonix Rising
Call Name; Nix
Gender ; Mare
Age ; Four years
Breed ; Thoroughbred
Height ; 16.0 hh
Colorings ; Palomino with flaxen mane, copper-red yes
Leg Markings ; three stockings (both hind legs, right foreleg)
Face Markings ; Blaze
Abilities ; Racing, endurance riding
Other ; high-pitched, musical voice, like the song of a pheonix
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The airport was bustling with activity, people on cell phones, some running to catch their flights. Some waited in lines for their tickets, others were being scanned for entry. Some looked impatient, some looked thoughtful, some looked murderously annoyed. Arline often wondered what was bothering them, or what they were thinking about, and what she looked like from the outside. She had a good guess, at least. People had called her pretty once, though Arline herself had always thought herself average. Not now though, nobody looked past her sad, sunken eyes anymore. She sighed, avoiding the locked drawer of memories in her mind. With a determined tug, she pulled her luggage behind her, heading for the taxi. Her family had sent her here, and she felt bad for neglecting them so much, so she was determined not to slip into her shell. She would get better. She would forget Thomas.
Ha. She thought. I wish I could... the drawer was dangerously close to spilling open. She was already remembering the sound of his voice.... the way he would scoop her into her arms after a day at the track, the way he would - Stop. You're were going to forget, remember?
Arline stepped through the glass sliding doors and into the bright California light, and sliding into the nearest available taxi. Broadview, here I come.
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