This is a 1x1 Private Rp that includes me and Wayside Wilds, feel free to read along :3

Found it, thank you!

Would you wanna create the sheet first?

Here she is!

It looks good :)

I'll obviously do the caracter sheet here, would you prefer me following the same format as yours? (aka same layout)

If you want to that's fine!

Will do :)

It may not be very detailed, im a bit busy rn, i'll be sure to add some more when i can.

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Name: Liam Holston

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Age: 21

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Appearance: Pretty much your average everyday guy, tanned, slightly toned and dark, nearly black brunette hair. He has a fringe that covers light, hazel brown eyes, and very slight dimples that only seem to be visible when he smiles properly. He stands at around 6'3, and usually has very rough-looking hands due to yard work getting the better of him. His tan comes purely from foreign lines.

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Personality: He's very reserved, keeps himself to himself, and if not in the right mood, can be quite rude. Although he doesnt give off great vibes, once you get to know him he can be quite fun to be around, but also incredibly protective. He doesnt tend to trust very easily. The only serious thing he counts for himself is his anger issues-they rise quite easily, and can end up quite badly if not catered too correctly.

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Everyday: Solid colored sort-sleeved shirts (usually all black, or all white) And jeans. His hairs usually messy, fringe almost always covering at least one eye.

Thank you :))

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Liam had woken up at around half 3 in the morning, in the worst mood having had no sleep at all. His 15 year old sister, Kira, had been screaming all night due to an illness and he'd just managed about an hour or two of sleep before he was meant to get up. He hauled himself up and whacked his alarm, raking a hand through his brunette hair, before showering and changing, pulling on a black hoodie and jeans, sticking the nearest trainers on through his tiredness.

Liam headed out quietly, careful not to wake up Kira, who had only just managed to fall asleep. He lived at the stables pretty much by himself, having had to only pay half of expenses-his parents paid the other half. Though he enjoyed living alone in a fairly nice house with a couple horses, it was always his parents first place to send his sister to when her illness acted up. Because they didnt care.

He slipped out to the stables quietly, watching as his gelding, Storm, stuck his head out, expecting his food. Liam fed the animals, checked down the horses to make sure everything was okay, and quickly shot Kira a message saying where he'd be, before setting off.

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He arrived at the ranch at around half 6, surprised seeing as he thought he would have taken so much longer to get there. He pulled the truck up in the nearest spot, sitting behind the wheel for a quick minute. Why he had decided to go along with the Mustang Makeoever was beyond him. His dad had gone on about it for months on end, saying how much "exposure" they would have gotten if they managed to win. But, he most definitely didnt want to. Whilst Storm and his mare, Emira were both perfectly fine, behaving horses, he had an unnamed stallion who he'd already agreed to take on, who was..different. Violent. Badly behaved.

He gave another sigh, tossed his phone onto the seat beside and hauled himself out the truck, heading to sign in. It only took about ten minutes to sign in, pick his number and head over o look at the mustangs, watching as all the other competitors wandered around.

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hope this is okay!)

((yes it is!))

Crystal looked around, her dog had apparently ran off which was unusual. "Scout!" Crystal yelled has her dog jumped all over a guy that was at the ranch. Crystal laughed, "I'm so sorry," she told him. "Scout come here!" She yelled and the dog walked over to her cowering. "You can't be jumpin' on people like that," she said with a hint of her southern accent coming in and out. She actually looked up at the man, he's kinda handsome, she thought to herself. She shook her feelings aside and needed to put the competition first. "All competitors need to start heading over to the main arena, the drawing is about to begin," an intercom announced. Crystal smiled, here we go Dad, she thought to herself. Her dad would be so proud of her. Crystal started walking towards the main arena where a sort of big crowd was. She tried to squeeze in to the front where the competition stood in a horizontal type line waiting for her name to be called. "Crystal Keys." Crystal walked up to the man with the box of numbers. She drew a number and the man started talking. "Folks this is Crystal Keys, she's won this mustang makeover last year and her father was the big time champion before her," he said. Everyone gave an applause, she hated when they announced her father being a big time winner. "Crystal tell us which number you have," the announcer said. "Tag #415," she said and looked up to see which horse she got and walked over to the pen with a blue roan mare in a pen by herself. She looked really malnourished and was very dirty, she had bits all in her mane and tail. "This one will be a big fixer upper," she said with a sigh. After everyone drew a number she walked back to where everyone else was. They were going to have a dinner and a dance.

Liam had been so zoned out watching the bustle of the atmosphere, that when a girl rushed over calling for her dog, he had hardly noticed. He offered a warm, slightly weak smile as she spoke, looking through his fringe at the excitable dog. "It's al good" he said softly, looking her up and down through his reserved gaze. The giril was pretty, he wouldnt lie about that. He still had no interest in making any friends, though. He gave one last smile and listened as the tannoys flared up, instructing people to main arena. He pushed past a couple lost looking people and to the arena, waiting for his name to be called. It was some time before it was, and a lot of people including the girl he had seen earlier, went before. He raised his eyebrows as the man started commentating on her successes, though his surprise was quickly replaced with a slight annoyance. Great, another great "rival." He put his head down and continued to wait, feeling slight relief as his name was called.

Liam headed forward, listening as the man waffled on about him and his parents. He had never entered this, but some people knew him, his parents were rich..etc. It was boring. He didnt need the whole world to know he was known purely because of his dads stupid, false cheating scandalds that got him and his family rich. Soon enough, he announced th number he had drawn, and stared over at the horse. Just as long as its not another..stallion. Of course it was. Just his luck.

He smiled at the man with the mic one last time before heading over to a rather tall, but incredibly thin black stallion, with a hint of a different base color showing through ever so slightly. Whilst his demeanour overall seemed aggressive, and violent, his eyes looked kind. He was covered in marks, what looked like whip lashes, and his ribs were incredibly prominent..But he looked kind.

Liam gave a large sigh, looked over the stallion once more before heading back to the others, waiting for insctructions to be given.