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Ahston's black chevy silverado stopped off to the side of the parking lot. He saw a few other trailers and planned to park next to the others after unloading his horse, and a few other things. He cut the engine off and took in the horses and a few other people at the barn before popping the door open and jumping out of the truck. His boots hit the grass before he stretched and yawned. He had just moved to the area from North Carolina, and this was the last trip he needed to make.
Ashton had dressed for a warm day, which he was surprised to find it wasn't. He wore a fitted black sleeveless tee shirt that showed a tall ship tattoo on the back of his right shoulder, and a Celtic knot half sleeve on his left forearm. Moving down he had a pair of blue jeans and a pair of black combat boots. His hair was pulled back in a ponytail and he had on a necklace with a ring on it.
He closed the truck door before heading back towards the door of his four-horse gooseneck trailer. She was a nicker from the inside. A grey nose poked up at the open window before a loud whinny came from the inside. "Easy boy" Ashton cooed. His voice was deep but soothing.
Once at the back of the trailer he opened up the door and stepped inside for a few seconds before stepping out into the light with a tall grey stallion. There was a black fly sheet and traveling boots to match the tall horse's halter, covering his body. Ashton started walking towards the barn while opening his phone to find the stall number for the tall stallion. "Ace settle down." Ashton popped the lead line softly after the stallion started to prance next to him. After feeling the pops Ace popped up slightly. Ashton ignored him and kept walking. After a few more seconds Ace stopped acting up and sighed before walking calmly next to Ashton.
The sound of horse hooves on the barns isle way echoed through the barn before Ashton found his stall and slowed the horse to a halt. He put his phone away and turned to take off the horse's boots before setting them next to the stall door. He opened it and walked in before taking off Ace's halter and going to get his hay net and water from the trailer.

Hey everyone, I'm changing my character because I'm realizing I use the same character too many places haha. I'll post the sheet here just so everyone can see the new change))

Josie drove up in her Ford F 150 pickup and she saw a group of trailers and so she parked right by them and started to unload her horse Bandit

Ashton Hunter | 18 | Male | Ace Of Spades | Mentions:

Ashton finished taking care of Ace before he went back out to his truck and trailer. He had put on sunglasses while he was outside. He opened up his track room and got out his saddle and tack box
and took them in and found an empty spot to put them. He went back out and cleaned out his trailer. Once it was all ready for his next adventure he went and parked it with the rest and walked back to the barn. He noticed another new person. He watched up and unload her horse before walking over to them.
"Hey, can I help you bring anything to the barn?" Ashton asked the shorter girl.

Name: Alaska Adia Devyn

First Name Meaning: Cold, strong

Middle Name Meaning: Noble

Last Name Meaning: Poet

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Age: 20 years

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Height: 5'8

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Weight: 126 lbs

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Appearance: Alaska is slim but well muscled. She has golden blonde hair with darker streaks of golden running through it. Her eyes are an icy blue. She has an athletic, model build and could be on any billboard. Alaska has a sharp jaw and high cheekbones that define her petite features, but also make hr look stubborn and able to take care of herself.

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Special Charactaristics: Alaska has a small scar going across her right cheekbone. She has a couple scars on her arms and legs from various things, including getting in fights. Alaska has a very prominent Scottish accent that only gets thicker as she gets angry. On her right shoulder she has a tattoo of the American flag, and down her arm there are tattoos of snakes circling her arm with daggers stabbing through the snakes. On her other arm Alaska had a lone tattoo... it was of an eagle holding a ribbon that said *land of the free, home of the brave* across it.

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Personality: Alaska is a very strong woman and is not afriad to speak her mind. She is steadfast in her optinions and would gladly bonk someone on the head if they were being an idiot. With her friends, though, Alaska is a very sweet person with a bright smile and a teasing grin. She loves to joke around with people, though it sometimes consists of muttered insults under her breath. Alaska hates it when men stare at her or people gush over her beautiful body, and those people usually end up with a black eye. (One guy had a broken bloody nose by the end of their conversation)

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Background: Alaska was raised in the USA, but her parents were both from Scotland. She inherited the accent. Alaska resided in Minnesota most of her life before moving across the USA to Texas, where she went to a stables for horse riders

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Show Name: Sea Clown

Nickname: Clown

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Height: 16.1 hh

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Weight: 1,123 lbs

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Gender: Mare

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Age: 4 years

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Appearance: Link

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Personality: Clown is like her name says, goofy. She loves telling jokes and will make friends with whoever she sees. The exact opposite of her owner, Clown loves literally everyone and is super social.

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Discipline: Western

Alaska drove into the stable with an interesting vehicle. It was a black Silverado Chevrolet, 1 ton, with dual tires and a flatbed. She was pulling a long Gooseneck that had three stalls and living quarters, though they were small. She glanced around at all the trucks before stopping, observing another black Silverado Chevy and smiling slightly. Alaska had on faded blue jeans and a black tank top under a dark blue flanel short sleeve shirt that had one button buttoned in the middle to keep it from blowing around. She slipped on some dark sunglasses to shade her eyes and parked the truck, hopping out and closing the door. Alaska walked back to the trailer and opened up a window, and an enthusiastic mare shoved her white head out with a happy whinny. "Calm down Clown." Alaska snorted, unhooking the mare and hooking up a lead rope before walking around back. She opened the door and latched it open, walking in and backing the mare out. Sea Clown pranced in place once she was out of the trailer, letting out another piercing whinny just to make sure all the other horses knew she was there. "Quiet." Alaska commanded the mare, tying her to the trailer before shutting off the truck. She grabbed a bag of shavings and hauled it in, dropping it next to the stall door with her horse's name on it. Alaska spread the shavings around and brought in a royal blue bucket with the same color strap, filling it completely up with water and taking it to her stall, her muscles straining a little. Alaska set it down with a sigh and hooked it to the stall, then brought in a haybag and clipped that up as well. After the stall looked fresh and ready she sauntered back out for her horse, untying the rowdy mare and bringing her in.

Caden drove his white F-150 down the long dirt driveway, pulling his two horse trailer. Usually he would have a six horse gooseneck with him, but he only had a tack trunk and one horse with him so that would a total waste of gas. He saw two silverados and one other f-150, which made him chuckle, and turned his truck in the direction that the others had parked. Caden found a spot to park his trailer and hopped out, his light blue t-shirt and black shorts blowing in the breeze. He popped open the trailer and backed out Argo.

"Look at you, all nice and clean." Caden said proudly, giving his horse a slap on the neck. He was shocked to see Argo hadn't dirtied himself during the long trip. He led Argo into the barn, easily finding the stall with his horse's name on it. He unlocked the stall and threw Argo's lead rope over the blanket rack.

"Stay put please," Caden said, going to grab buckets and shavings. He spotted a pile of shaving bags and grabbed the one donning the name Argo and a pitch fork. He ripped open the bag and spread the shavings around, then let Argo in. He locked the stall and took Argo's halter off, hanging it and left to grab buckets from his trailer. After returning and filling the black buckets, he found two flakes of hay, throwing some hay into the hay net in his stall. Once Argo was comfortable, he left to clean out the trailer, and carried his trunk into the tack room. Now that everything had been taken care off it was time for Argo to get sprayed off. Caden led Argo to a wash stall outside the barn. Turning on the hose carefully, Caden stepped back, hoping to keep his socks dry as he had opted for his white birkenstocks for the drive. He made quick work of spraying Argo off, and scraped him dry before returning him to his stall. Now that he could relax, he noticed a young woman with her horse, also at his end of the barn. He walked over and leaned against the stall next her, running his free hand through his light brown hair, his muscular arms slightly sore from the water buckets and his legs tired from driving. Having heard her talking to her horse earlier, and noticing an accent, he started talking to her.

"I like your accent, where are ya from?" Caden asked, also throwing on his Minnesota accent on the 'ya'.

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Where is this rp located, and what season is it so I'm not totally off about weather :)

(Oop sorry, I should probably mention that haha. This is placed in Texas, a long ways from any city... just a bunch of country side. It is summer out)

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Alaska put Sea Clown in her stall and rolled her shoulder, the short sleeves of her shirt rolled up so her shoulders could get fresh air. It was a hot day... around 86 degrees. She was so used to the Minnesotan winters that moving to Texas temporarily was difficult. Alaska glanced over as a boy spoke to her, observing him with raised eyebrows. "Minnesota, but my parents were Scottish. That's where I got the accent." She answered, her eyes hard as she crossed her amrs and watched him for a moment more. "And you?" She questioned