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Character sheet Human Sheet: Full Name: Emma Notchinson Nickname(Optional): none Gender: Female Age: 23 Skin - light tan Build - medium muscualrity, not very obvious, about 5' 9" Hair - brown with highlights in summertime Eyes - ice with grey flecks Piercings - ears Personality: loyal, snappy when upset, protective of her horse in threatening times. Parents/Family: Everyone except for brother died. Brother: Luke Notchinson, 29 and married Significant Other: WIP Crush: WIP Backstory: Was born to a single mother and grew up around horses. Never would have ever thought she would be working at a ranch so soon.
Equine Registered Name: Never Feared Death Itself Barn Name/Nickname: Fury Age: 9 Gender: Mare Breed: Paint Horse Appearance (Please add a reference!): HorsePersonality: happy, sassy, loyal, angry sometimes, typical mare things | |
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Plot: Both were signed up to work at a ranch. This ranch is world-renowned for it's raining horses and barrel racers. The two are in rooms next to each other in the extra cabin. They meet in the office while getting their maps and assignment horses (THE HORSE ON THE CHARACTER SHEET!) They slowly fall in love doing tasks, working, flirting, etc |
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<REDACTED> "Rowan" <REDACTED>
Age- looks to be early to mid-twenties.
DOB(MM/DD/YY)- 04/08/<REDACTED>
POB-<REDACTED> <REDACTED> County, OH
Sex- Male
Ethnicity- White
Nationality- American
Blood type- <REDACTED>
Height- 6"
Weight- 210LB
Languages Spoken- English, Scottish Gaelic, Russian
Status- AWOL
Married- N <Other stuff not included in file>
Zodiac- Aries
Accent-Midwestern accent with a slight bit of twang of hillbilly/the holler, causing Rowan to pronounce leash a bit weird and stuff like that.
Personality Type-INFP
Most Used Phrases- "In a hot minute," "You've got to be f**king kidding me,"
Habits(B)-Biting and picking his nails, cursing, bad temper, picks at scabs or cuts, holds grudges.
Habits(G)-Saying 'please' and 'thank you', apologizing to most, good manners.
Name origin- Irish. It’s derived from the Irish name Ruadhán, which means “red-haired.” (He isn't a redhead: skull:)
Named after- Sorbus aucuparia (Rowan also known as Mountain Ash) Which in folklore is the "Tree of Protection" and is said to protect against witches. It is also believed by druids to protect the spirits of the dead.
Hobbies-Equine Massage Therapy(Learning this IRL to be certified and do a career in this) horse riding, drawing, writing, playing Guitar.
Positive Traits-deep-rooted loyalty, creative, sympathetic, high-spirited, brave, charismatic, likable.
Negative Traits-temper, emotionally sensitive, deceptive, manipulative, power-thirsty, impulsive, petty.
Physical Appearance- Rowan has a rather larger build, being tall meaning he can never be 'skinny' but he isn't fat, most of his 'large' look is muscle(not workout kind but the kind that gets the job done.) He has rather long, chocolatey brown hair that is naturally very curly. He has icy pale blue eyes and a fully symmetrical face. His hair reaches down to his chest.
Voice- Rowan has an averagely deep voice, nothing harsh but not like a child, his voice is rather soothing and has a small bit of rasp every once in a while. Some describe it as someone being cozy in a warm, fluffy blanket with hot cocoa and a fireplace.
Disabilities- VSS (Visual Snow Syndrome, which is a Neurological Disorder)
Brief backstory-Rowan grew up in a middle-class family full of rather emotionally harsh parents who didn't understand how to take care of a child with deep-rooted empathy and overall fragile emotions. Because of this, Rowan struggles with his emotions controlling him instead of the other way around. His parents were overall emotionally abusive, making him believe he barely had control over his life, causing him to cling to the few things he could, including when he wanted to eat and how much. His parents had commented on his weight several times, causing an eating disorder to occur around 13. Being homeschooled his whole life has caused him to struggle with certain aspects of socialization. He went no contact with them around 18, right before he was lured into a secret Terrorist Organization, where he was saved from the said organization by a Southern American man who was the founder and commander of a PMC(Private Military Company). Rowan still has a deep-rooted loyalty to that man. Equine;
Name- Dyna
Breed- Percheron (has a hint of Belgian Draft)
Appearance- A large and stocky-built Percheron who can easily be mistaken as a moose for someone with no horse experience. She is dapple grey with a doxed tail and a short mane and forelock. She has a lot of feathers due to the slight kick of her Belgian heritage. She has a snip on her nose and a few scars on her left shoulder from running into a gator when she got loose once.
Sex- Mare
Age- 4
Extra- She was born in an Amish community in Missouri, being sold to a ranch which then sold her to Rowan after training her. |
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We will start in an hour! |
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We ever gonna start this??// |
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yeah, sry. You can start us |
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The sun rose lazily above the surface of the horizon, an empty beer bottle sat in the passenger seat, and the sun glinted in Rowan's eyes as he drove the Ram 2018 Longhorn dually. Momentarily blinding him. He didn't quite understand why or when he decided to come out west from his very small, quaint, and rural home in southwest Ohio, where he hardly had to worry about his neighbors or anything of said nature, maybe it was the thrill. He reasoned, or was it the wonder and excitement? He questioned. He had a real good job in accounting for 'Shadow Company' a Private Military Company, yet he still questioned how he got the job still to this day, even after quitting to move. Phillip had offered for him to keep his job, just move him to a base out west, but that wasn't why he was moving. He thought, he wanted to work with horses he reasoned. Put his degree in Equine Massage Therapy to use finally, but he doubted the ranch would allow him to just simply massage horses, even if it helped them a lot. He sighed, remembering the time, emboldened by alcohol he told his past commander his childhood life plan, to massage people's horses and never step foot in the military. Where then on that day he got laughed at, he even got told he was pathetic too! Rowan frowned at the memory, 'Guess who will be laughing now!' He thought as his expression turned neutral. "How much longer?" He growled out loud to himself, at that exact moment Dyna kicked the trail. "Asshole," He muttered as he felt the gooseneck draft-sized trailer wobble just ever so slightly. He knew he had about an hour of driving once he reached a very rural area. |
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Emma pulled into the gates that read: 'Rose Ranch'. She sighed, knowing that it was a good job, but a tiring one. She glanced at her phone, double checking nobody had texted her before parking. She hopped out in her flare jeans and t-shirt. Emma walked to the back of the trailer, letting out her mare. "How was the drive?" She asked the tired horse, pulling her into the barn aisle. She found the stall that was labeled: 'Emma and Fury' in large, silver metal. She patted the mare's shoulder, leaving her int eh warm box stall. Emma walked back outside and grabbed her tack, taking it to her cabin's room. It was starting to become winter, so she turned on the heater and waited for it to warm up. Once the room was at a reasonable temp, she started unpacking her clothes. She flopped onto the bed, knowing she still needed to feed Fury. Emma sat up with a sigh and put on an extra jacket. |
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Morning Frost and Afternoon Sunshine
