Backstory

Full Name: Shona Evans

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Appearance: Shona stands around 5'6, with most of her height being her legs. Her short black hair lays on her shoulders, and is wavy. Shona has dark brown eyes, which you could swear were black in certain lighting, and has a slightly tanned complexion. If you were looking at her back, you would swear she was male, as she is a broad shouldered lady, muscled by her time spent dealing with hot horses and hauling hay bales. Calloused hands, soft eyes, hard worker, what isn't there to love about her? Often seen wearing her go to dark jeans and cropped shirt, unless she's riding, then its breeches and a dark colour polo.

Personality: Shona has a habit of coming off as a hard, cold asshole, but once you get to know her? Sweetest most giggliest girl you'll meet. She won't hesitate to fight back though, and can and will easily hold her own. She isn't easy to woo either. She has a hardass Australian mannerism to her as well, which makes her seem a little off-putting. Depending on the time of day you've caught her, she will either make a gesture, or will happily chat. She's super friendly as well, but won't always go out of her way to start conversations. If you've known her long enough, she's super out of pocket, and has a habit of forgetting her filter.

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Show Name: Tellin' Dirty Lies

Barn Name: Dallas

Age: 5

Gender: Mare

Breed: Thoroughbred

Personality: Dallas is a fiery red mare, perfect for Shona. Attitude galore, and very zippy, Dallas will give riders with even plenty of experience a ride of their life. Loves Shona though, and sometimes decides to make it easy for her. She's difficult to catch from the paddocks if she's not done with her free time, and likes to make a habit of rolling in any available mud just to get a bath. She's cheeky, she's bitchy, she's Dallas.

Its all good, I quite like it!

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Name: Matteo Caruso, Matt

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Personality: Overall, Matt can be quite stand offish, rude and a frustrated 80 percent of the time. He doesnt hesitate to throw an insult at someone if they even slightly disrespect him, nor does he hesitate to fight in the right circumstances. He can be overly confident, and whilst he knows the difference between confident and cocky he doesnt quite care. He's flirty, untrustworthy and overall a prick- though once you've worn him down, he's funny, he's (in the end) loyal, and can become incredibly attatched.

Appearance: Matt stands at around 6ft2, with a lightly tanned complexion, dark brunette hair with a fringe that hangs over light hazel colored eyes. He has a slim but muscly build, thogh no where near over the top- the right amount of biceps, rightly sized abs. He pretty much always has rough hands from working with horses, and a catchy smile with small dimples that arent all that easy to see. He's often seen wearing a solid black colored top and blue jeans, though if competing, white polo, black riding jacket and white breeches. If riding, solid colord top with cream breaches.

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Name: W.E Emira (changed to H.H Emira)

Age: 8

Gender: Mare

Appearance: She stands at around 16.2hh, and is a stark white TB cross. There is no other color anywhere on her body, and whilst Matt is often corrected to grey when describing her, the pink skin she displays says different. Her mane is always neatly pulled, and her tail, whilst long, is just as well kempt. For a mare she's rather muscly, with a broad chest, stand out shoulders and a rough but well kept rump to propel her over jumps.

Personality: Shes a naturally gifted jumper Emira is complacent, agile and incredibly quick in canter, and loves to please her owner. Whilst she's a joy on some days, there are other where she's rough, fresh and will throw a buck whenever she gets the chance- especially in flatwork-, though when it comes to jumping most of the time she has to be held back.

Discipline: SHowjumping.

Private rp, all the usual stuff applies. No posting unless you are Wayside or Myself.

Would you be alright with starting the character sheet? If not im alright with it just a little busy :)

I'm completely fine with creating the sheet first! Sorry just had a bit of a creative spark and wrote a little back story haha

Matt pulled into the yard, staring up at the light pastel green sign that simply read: "Hopestead Hills." His teeth grit together and his face dropped as he read the two words, feeling a slight bount of anger seep through his system at the mere sight. Oh how he missed Westland Acres. And how he hated the new merger of the top racing stables: Precision Pacers Academy. Despite everything both stables had done, the money problems apparently could not be overpowered and they had to..work together?

He quickly apologised to a man walking his horse to Arena one, quickly realising he had not been paying much attention as his car rolled into the yard and therefore aready nearly flattened someone on his first day back after the season. Sighing, he parked his car up, grabbed his phone and keys and made his way to the barn, picking at his shirt. Now, usually this day would be like any other. Come in, groom and exercise Emira, do a little jump training, exercise the scheduled horses and then leave again- except it wasnt. It had just turned a crisp Monday morning on the 1st September, and the show jumping season was back in full swing, with the first competition of just many in a atter of weeks. The racing season, much to Matts horror, was also just restarting.

Once he had gotten into the barn he made his way straight to the riders lounge, snapping the door open with a frown on his face. Lucy, one of the showjumping team, was already in there, commenting on his expression with a smile. "You look done before the seasons started." she smiled, and Matt could only give a light shrug back in her direction, grabbing a drink. "I am. If it wasnt for the stupid Precision Pacers or whatever, nothing would have changed." he muttered, leaving Lucy a little confused. Now, it wasnt for the fact that Matt had to share a yard with a completely different discipline, he was still able to jump, and o eeverything he had before. It was more of the fact the main arena he trained in was right next to the race track. And Emira had been placed, along with a couple other showjumpers, in the barn built for the racers, purely because she was a thoroughbred. And for the fact the jockeys were known to be, to put it lightly, bitches- and he hated it.

After a little more conversation with the bubbly Lucy he made his way out to the racing barn to grab his mare, kicking up gravel as he went. Something told him this season would be the worst one yet- and unbeknowest to him, he wasnt wrong.

Shona pulled up to the stables, smiling at a poor sod walking his horse who already looked half scared to death, and parked her car on the gravel. She grabbed her empty thermo mug, exited her beat up Corolla, and locked it. She was dressed in a vest, her light pink racing breeches, and a matching polo shirt. Walking straight to the riders lounge, she ignored everyone inside and quickly whipped up her morning coffee. The air felt tense and stale, but she was used to it. A lot of the jumpers that she had been merged with seemed to have a strong hatred for her sport and her fellow jockeys. Not that she didn't understand why. The girls were absolute assholes, but they had to be, just not to the extreme that they were. Dealing with the hot-headed horses they were put to train with were a handful at the best of times, and oftentimes they got overwhelmed with just how difficult the horses were being. Shona rolled her eyes at her loose train of thought, and reeled herself back into the present. Keys hanging from her teeth, mug in one hand and phone in her other, she walked out of the lounge and towards the stables where Dallas was held. Shona nodded as she passed a few stable hands, and disregarded the rest of her surroundings. She walked up to Dallas' stable and was greeted by the firery red-heads nose poking through the bars. Shona placed her items in the little bag that hung over the stall and gave Dallas a few pets as she read over todays schedule. Gate Jumps... Just great. Shona groaned.

"You're in a good mood aren't you, girl?" She asked as she grabbed the halter off the hook and opened the stall, walking in to place it over the 17hh mare. Securing it on the mares head, Shona clipped her lead to it and slowly walked her out to the grooming station, watching the mares movements for any possible injuries she could have magically obtained overnight. Thankfully for her, Dallas was clear. The pair made their way to the station, the clopping of shoed hooves all that was heard as it was still early and the stables were primarily empty. She tied the mare up to the cross ties and began working on her coat, until it was impossibly shiny. The fucking standards. Shona growled at herself.

Matt was in a little better of a mood as he entered the racing stables for one reason: It was too early for there to be many other people, or so he thought. As he caught sight of someone else, who judging by the attire looked like a jockey, he sighed to himself, rubbing his forehead in frustration. Jockeys, he mumbled to himself as he past, catching eye of the chestnut mare they were working on. As much of a dislie he felt for the jockeys, their horses always seemed to be in top shape, and he liked that. After he had relayed a couple negative thoughts into the jockeys direction, and picked up a bucket that was already splayed on the floor and chucked it back in the feed room, he finally made it to Emira's stable. The stark white mare immedatiely stuck her head out, chewing a full mouth of hay and therefore planting it on Matt's shirt. He frowned, brushed it off and entered, clipping the halter to her and bringing her out.

Matt didn't have a problem with speaking to his horses, or anything else of the matter, but that early in the morning on the first day back he really just wanted to get everything over and done with- without any of the mollycoddling. He tied Emira up in the station opposite the girl and her red mare, though paid no attention- they may as well have not been there. After checking her down for any injuries, washing her lightly and grooming her until she gleamed, she was finally ready. Emira was a pretty mare, much more so than Matt had ever seen a horse as white as his, and he took pride in it. She looked like, to put it without the cringe, an angel as she jumped, snapping her legs up in a 'Chalou' fashion, picking her hooves up so neatly she cleared almost every jump without looking as if she had been poled as a foal. Her bascule was dolphin like, and her strides were large, her turns were quick- everything a champion SJ could want. The problem was, her attitude. It was the first day back of the season, she hadnt been taken out or ridden this early, and she was fresh. As Matt tacked her up she was all over the place, stepping from side to side, shaking the cross ties, even snapping at him as he did up the girth. But eventually she was ready, legs wrapped and tack firmly fitted. Matt lead the mare out of the barn, shaking his head at the loud unneccessary whinnies from her as they passed the girl and her horse- which he gave the dirtiest look possible to-, and eventually, mounted ready for flatwork. Matt could only hope the first exercise lesson would go well, as healthy as Emira seemed, something felt off.