Alexandrea Fox

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Alexandrea STANDS AT THE TOP OF THE STAIRS

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AS SHE'S LEAVING HER FATHER STARES
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[/b][/SIZE]... I'm sorry I didn't get the rest. I've been around been around for 16 years and I've been role playing for three weeks. I found this site by Crossfire Farms. I also play Windsor[/color][/font]
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WHAT HAS SHE COME TO?

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ANOTHER BOY SHE RUNS TO TONIGHT[/font][/center]

[/b][/SIZE] Alexandria Aislin Fox
NICKNAMES: Alex
GENDER: female
AGE: 20
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: heterosexual
OCCUPATION: unemployed at the moment.
CANON OR ORIGINAL: made up on my own[/color][/font]
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POWERLESS HE JUST SHAKES HIS HEAD

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HE'S DISAPPOINTED AND OFF TO BED[/font][/center]

[/b][/SIZE] Ashton Fitzpatrick (closest picture)
HAIR: black, shoulder length
EYES: green
HEIGHT & WEIGHT: 5'7" 125 lbs.
Physical description: Alex is a good weight/height ratio. She has shoulder length black hair, and a round face, with dark green eyes. She is nicely tanned, and pretty in a plain sort of way. She is a fairly slim build, but strong. She isn't too tall, but not jockey size either. She has fairly good posture as well. (sorry, i wasn't sure what to add! I would add more, but currently am drawing a blank)
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BUT HE WON"T BE SLEEPING

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BECAUSE THE HOURS SHE'S KEEPING ARE NOT RIGHT[/font][/center]

[/b][/SIZE] people, horses, eventing, food, water
DISLIKES: stupid boys, overpowring people, drama, shopping, country music
STRENGTHS: riding skills, personality, clever
WEAKNESSES: terrible shopper, daredevil, can be a little sneaky
HABITS/QUIRKS: loves to bite her nails, and when she is riding, she makes strange expressions over jumps.
OVERALL PERSONALITY:Alex is the kind of girl that is a tomboy. She hates shopping, and cold care less about what she wears. She loves anything that has to do with horses, and can be a bit of a daredevil. She loved baseball and football, and used to play powderpuff. She also used to play soccer, and a little bit of basket ball, but horses are her real passion, and she wants to be an eventer.

However, she has another side too. She is kind, and energetic, and loves to hang around people. She is very social, but will always count "people" as Windsor, and hangs with her all the time. She loves to go out, parties, movies, just about anything, but has never really had any love interest. Her only passion is really for horses, and she loves her family, but boys only sort of make the cut. She is the kind of girl that just keeps trucking along, no matter what the situation.[/color][/font]
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SHE'S ASKING A QUESTION HOW WILL I BE

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WHEN THIS NEXT ONE EVENTUALLY LEAVES ME?[/font][/center]

[/b][/SIZE] Rick and Leslie Fox, accountants, ages 45 and 50 (in that order)
SIBLINGS: Daniel Fox, 18, student
OTHER FAMILY: N/A
PETS: Only Windsor not really a pet.
OVERALL HISTORY: Alex was born and raised in Kentucky. Her parents bought her a pony when she was four, and right off the bat, she showed a need for speed. She often enjoyed galloping (really cantering, but she treated it like a gallop) her pony around the arena, whooping and hollering, and was a general nuisance to the other students in the arena. It wasn't until she was seven that she did her first one day event.

She evented on her pony for three years, and then, he died tragically of colic. So, out of pity, her parent's started searching. They went everywhere, and finally, went to a breeding farm north of Lexington. There, they found an old broodmare for sale; at a price of $50,000, and that was cheap. This was because the mare was in foal to an olympic level jumping stallion, and her parent's being well off, purchased the mare. When the filly was born, Alex thought she looked of royalty, thus, she named her Windsor.

Three years later, the pair rode together, Alex had trained the mare, and she could ride her bareback without a bridle. When Alex went off to school, Windsor came with her. Finally, they started to compete together. Choosing a career in eventing, she moved to Rebecca Farm in Montana to help her and Windsor grow to be top noch eventers together.[/color][/font]
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HOW CAN A MAN BE ALL THAT THEY SAY

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ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:

(from Fire Eyes, character Firelight) She walked slowy. Without a purpose. Her usually shining copper coat was crackled, and marred by the dried, salty sweat that had covered her body not a day ago. Her eyes were dull, with a deadness that was faint, but there, none the less. Her feet dragged across the sand, making teardrop hoofprints in the sand.

It felt good. The cool, salty breeze, the sand under her hooves, it soothed her relentlessly overzealous mind. She loved the beach. She had never been there before, but she loved it. Firelight wandered aimlessly over towards the mellow surf, it was a calm day. The cold water splashed arond her hooves, and woke the exhausted filly slightly. The events of yesterday still were fresh in her mind...

"Firelight!" Her father called. Firelight looked over in the direction of his voice. She turned to the handsome bay colt in front of her.

"Just a minute Terro." she said, and as she trotted back to her father, she swished the young colt wit her tail, in a playful manner. The colt whickered softly at her back. FIrelight trotted over towards where her father, tall and magnificent, with long feathered feet was standing. He was trying to look stern, but there was a playful look in his eyes.

"Now now," he said. "I won't have my filly go running off with rash colts."

"Aw come on dad, have a little faith," Firelight said with a smile. He was always worrying about who she would choose for a mate. "I can take care of myself, and I promise I won't choose a creeper."

Her father's eyes darted sideways, and he motioned her in closer with mock secrecy, barely concealing a broad grin. "But didn't I tell you? They try to fake you out! They act all sweet, and then they turn on you! He'll sweep you off your feet and I will never see my little filly ever again!

Firelight was laughing now. Her father was messing with her. She knew he approved of Terro. "Dad, is there any real reason you've called me?"

Her father smiled affectionaly at her. "Yes, I would actually like to speak with you about that young colt, and your future."

Firelight lost some of her good spirits. She hoped that he wasn't going to critisize Terro.

"Don't worry, I approve. But I would appreciate it if you waited another year. You are a strong, smart, and beautiful young horse and being my only offspring, I wish for you to become leader of this band with Terro. However, if he does not wish that, I would appreciate if you were to choose another mate."

Firelight felt a wave of excitement pass over her. She was going to be the lead mare? With Terro? This was just too good to be true! Of course he would accept, how could he not-

Her thoughts were interrpted. She jumped slightly at her father's sudden move. He was staring off into the woods, ears forward, head up, eyes locked. There was something in the woods. THe other horses moved in closer. Firelight stood as close to her father as she could, and whispered, "What is it?"

She was answered by the soft pounding of padded feet. She whipped around to see six fully grown and hungry looking wolves sprinting her direction. She leaped sideways and screamed. Her father turned to see the oncoming attackers, and saw six more coming from the woods he had just been looking at. He reared up, and let out a bellow of fear and anger that could only mean one thing: Run.

The band scattered. Two foals, out of fear ran straight into the opposite wolves they were runing from, and disappeared into a horrible mixture of howls, and screams, and terrible ripping sounds. Three horses ran at the wolves, but they were crafty, and darted between their flying hooves.

Firelight ran for a small opening in the oncoming wolves, and as one leaped at her throat from the side, she jumped several feet into the air and lashed out. She missed, but escaped. She ran a few hundred yards, and saw her mother disappear into the trees, and she looked behind to see her father, Terro, and three other colts fighting for all they were worth. But they were gravely outnumbered.

"NO!" Firelight screamed and without thinking of the odds, or what good it would do, she turned, and sprinted back into the battle.

"FIRELIGHT!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" screamed her father. "GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE! NOW!"

Firelight stopped, and watched as three wolves latched onto her future mate's legs, bringing him down. The wolves brought down one horse after the other, there were two dozen of them against five horses, until only her father remained. The last glimpse she ever had of her father, was his blood spattered muzzle, and eyes, wild with pain and terror, disappearing into the crowd of hungry predators....

Firelight jolted awake. She had dozed off again. The account of her father and future mate's death was still freash in her mind, and had wracked her brain the whole night before. She had run at the last minute, and had been trailed by two wolves, but their hunger and her instinct helped her win the race.

She looked around. She was still standing in the surf. Partially thinking she should wash off, and partially thinking she should just drown herself, she laid down in the shallow water. Stretching out, she kept her head on the beach, but let the cold water wash across her body. She wanted it to wash off the salt, the pain, them memories...

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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

[Jess {Admin}]

Just a few things:

1. We do need a picture on the application, so please make sure when you put the URL in that you remove the *'s from the img tags.

2. You haven't filled out a job. If she doesn't have a job you can put unemployed or whatever.

3. 120 lbs is slightly unrealistic for someone who is 5'7". For someone with a small frame 123 lbs is the lowest healthy weight, and from the face claim you posted I can see she doesn't really have a small frame. I would prefer to see something more like 136lbs.

4. We define a paragraph as five or more sentences, so if you could add one or two more to the description that would be good.

5. Each of the personality paragraphs need at least one more sentences as well.

6. Why is wit in both her strengths and weaknesses?

7. Your history is a paragraph short. It needs to be at least three.

8. If no one knew that the mare was in foal to an olympic jumper stallion, no amount of research would show that. If the owners didn't know, where would that information be located?

9. You haven't filled out the rule phrase section either. Applications cannot be accepted without this.

10. please remove the * from the

tag at the beginning of the sample post.

11. If you could please post your horse's app in a different thread that would be great.

Other than that it looks good, so just fix those things and I'll look it over again.

Thanks,
Jess

[hossluver]

Hello,
I fixed everything but the rule phrase...what is that?
Hmm, i did not write a very good history so I changed it up a bit, as it was a little bit sketchy, and silly, but it's along the same lines.

Also, about the weight, I am 5'8" and I weight 126. I added five, and I hope that's enough. Here is the link to the picture: www.femalejockeys.com/af4.jpg

Thank you so much!!