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Name Siana Saphire Personality Siana is smart and kind, but also very determined. She loves reporting, but hates her job. Her boss never gives her important stories. Nevertheless, she will stop at almost nothing to uncover the story. Appearence Her hair is naturally blond, but is always dyed a different color. Right now, it is died cotton candy blue. She has a slim build, with freckles across her face, with blue eyes. Her style is a mix of goblincore, normcore, Soft girl, and city girl. Age Turned 20 less than a month ago. |
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Name: Jeremiah Personality: Jer is a kind young man that is a professional horse trainer in all disciplines a rich boy. Appearance: Black hair, green eyes, tattoos, muscular build 6'2 Age: 21, Hispanic/French |
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Girl. And you can be girl, boy, whatever. |
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(Let's start) At PoloStables a new recent training center for all disciplines a young man Jeremiah pulled up in a new 2025 white gmc truck and Logan trailer. It was around 2pm. A 5 year old stallion held his head high as assistants led him out of the fancy tailer. The stallion was bred from Jinx a world class stallion bred in show jumping and His dam a world famous race horse known as Ruby Trix. Jeremiah got out of the truck, running his fingers through his short black curly hair. Jer led his stallion to the round pen. The youngsters gate was smooth, steady as he walked with pride and confidence. His longish mane dancing with the small breeze. The young colt was released into the round pen, tossing his head playfully as he huffed and snorted at other horses. (instead of rodeo I might do like horse Racing and showjumping. The stallions appearance: BlueRoan, the knee long socks on all four. Brand is a ¥ on right hind quarters. Face: ghost face meaning having a blaze that goes around his entire face leaving a appearance of a skull or smth idk lol) |
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"All I'm saying, sir, is that I know I can handle bigger stories than this! A new rider here, and new foal there, I want real stories! I want to report on things like the high stakes competitive shows! Stuff that people will actually read, instead of just skip through." A young woman with coton candy blue hair walked out of the main building. She was wearing skinny jeans, a slightly cropped bright red shirt with a tie in the front, and a pair of Nike's sneakers. She seemed to be having a disagreement with the man who walked out slightly in front of her. "Siana, we have talked about this. You're not ready. You're not even out of college yet! You're lucky I let you report at all, and don't force you to do the busywork. So you will report on this new rider and horse in town, and you will do a good job, or you're fired for disobediance." The man was older, maybe mid-forties, and his face was turned down in a permaninte scowl. "But Sir-" "No butts! End of disscusion." The man stormed off, hopped in an old pickup truck, and drove off, leaving Siana all alone. |
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Jeremiah tied the stallion to the fence gently tossing a small race saddle onto the horses back. The youngster had his ears slightly pinned back almost annoyed at the thought of being handled. Jeremiah grabbed the lead and started to continue lunging the colt. The youngster tossed his head confidently, his stride big and fast could this colt be the second Secretariat? The colts first race would be in a couple months in Oklahoma. |
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Ugh! Why won't he trust me! I've been reporting on junk for two years now! Siana thought, as she walked in circles near a bench. "IT'S NOT FAIR!! I'm just as good as the others!" She flopped down onto the bench in defeat and rage. "It's not fair..." The trees dropped a single leave right then, and it slowly drifted down till it landed right next to her. "I just want to report on real stories." |
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Jeremiah saw the reporter, he had his groom continue the lunging as he walked over. "Are you alright?" He said gently with a French accent. He stood over her, concerned look acrossed his face. In the distance his stallion neighing as he galloped around the round pen. |
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Siana looked up. "Huh? Oh, um, not really...But I don't want to burden you with that." she stood up. "I'm suposed to be reporting on some new rider. I should probably go find them..." |
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Warming, with Sleet and Heavy Icing
