Post by M A x x i E on Aug 18, 2009 10:25:49 GMT -8
*MaxxieCelesteNemcova!
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*whoyoucontrol!
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full name: Maxxie Celeste Nemcova
nicknames: Max, Maxxie, Nemmy
gender: Fem
age: 19
birthdate: march 16 1990
sign: Scorpio?
grade: Senior
canon or original: Original
*lookscankill!
hair: My hair is long and brown with natural strawberry red highlights. it has a natural shine and slight waves to it. in other words.. i hate it
eyes: My eyes can either be a dazzling ember green or a shining blue.
nose: i hate my nose. its small and kinda defined. but i always feel like my nostrils flare oddly. blech
lips: my lips are certainly nothing special. i tend to bite them when i get nervous. but they are generally soft. i guess.
complexion: My skin is a natural olivy color but i burn like no other. i have always had kinda oily skin too.
body: I've always taken pride in my body. I work out alot and though it doesn't show . thank god. i have major muscle. and abs.
distinguishing features: I have a patch of freckles on my back that are shaped like a star and another one like a heart on my ankle. My eyes are very big and round like a baby's and i have my share of tattoos as well.
style: I hardly ever wear sleeves, like once in a very blue moon. My pants are always either skin tight riding pants, worn jeans or baggy cargoes. and i always wear skate sneakers unless i'm riding. and as for accessory. I always have my Gerber clipped on my belt. and i tend to wear a ton of jewelry.
played by: Amber Tamblyn
*removethatmask!
likes:
›› Horses
›› Animals
›› The outdoors
›› Sports
›› Artillery
›› The beach
›› Trucks
›› Adrenaline Rushes
›› Working
›› freedom of life
dislikes:
›› dishonesty
›› disloyalty
›› liars
›› Fake people
›› Rivers
›› tomatoes
›› sitting down
›› being inside for too long
›› stupidity
strengths:
›› Hard worker
›› Self motivated
›› Determined
›› Able to stand my ground
›› knowledge in cars
›› knowledge of horses
weaknesses:
›› Nervous around people i dont know
›› my past
›› Stubborn
›› procrastinate
›› tend to come one too strongly
fears:
›› Rivers
›› My family
›› Facing the past
›› Snakes
›› Choice making
goals:
›› To make a new life
›› Eventually face my past
›› Become a great rider
›› Settle down
›› be happy
secrets:
›› Don't know my real family the one i grew up with found me on the bank of a river
›› Was abused as a child
›› All i want is to have someone hold me but my pride is too ridiculous to let anyone that close
›› I dumbly think that being a bitch will solve the world
general personality: Ok, so maybe I'm not the nicest person in the world and maybe i have a bit of an odd personality but hey, it makes me me right? I've always been the oddball that everyone second guesses before they get to know me completely. After all i do come on pretty damn strong. I always smell like grease and cigarettes and of course horses. My clothes aren't the showiest but i honestly don't give a crap. My way of thinking is that if someone has some sort of problem with me then screw them, i honestly don't give a rats um.. butt. so i can see how people can get the wrong impression of me, of course they aren't always that far off in their opinions of me I'm sure. You see i can go from being extremely closed-minded to being an incredibly supportive and loyal friend. It just depends on who you are to me.
Now, once you get to know me I'm quite the personality. I don't talk much first of all. And i don't really smile either, just dint think smiling about nothing does me any good. I laugh at just about everything though, and i love to kid around, with my close friends. I know my place in this world, but if anyone ever gets the bright idea that they can overpower me or push me around boy do feel sorry for them. I know how to fight, an i like it, i enjoy it. Fights always make for a great adrenaline rush. Oh god scaary right? You'll be fine just don't get on my bad side. Anyway, all in all, i love adventure i love active things like sports and most of all i love my riding.
*homesweethome!
mother: Analise • 54 • deceased
father: Mark • age • unknown
siblings: Josh • 13 • deceased
pets: All deceased
hometown: Derry, Ireland
*waybackwhen!
history: Maxxie was found one day as a very small child only about the age of 4, along a riverbank, unconscious by two young travelers. They took her to their home in Derry Ireland on a small farm. She lived their with them from that moment on. She grew to know them as her only ever mother, father and little brother. They never told her how she was found, she didn't seem to have any recollection of it anyway. Their family seemed nice enough from the outside, they would always smile very invitingly at everyone they happened to run into, they owned 20 horses, some were theirs others were boarded. It was Maxxie and her brother Joshepho or Josh, that had to take care of all the horses daily, they would feed, brush and exercise each horse individually. Unfortunately this was all just from the outside, the true side of Maxxies adopting family was a dreary insight to the life some lead. Maxxie's father and mother used to get into very heated arguments over practically nothing, but because Josh was still so young at the time the two of them kept the argument to mere verbal, but soon they forgot their cares and quit worrying about having a negative impact on their youngest son's life. The arguments turned to brawls and Maxxie and Josh could do nothing but sit and watch.
Often a bully to others, Maxxie has always had a terrible habit of alternating between being extremely closed-minded to being an incredibly supportive and loyal friend. That loyalty waned with her father, from trying to protect her mother from him, to blaming a broken lamp on her brother, resulting in his shooting. she's since been isolated for this. After her brother's death maxxie didn't do anything other than go out and ride her horses hard around their ranch racetracks along with endlessly jumping and working with them. maxxie and her father's relationship gradually grew worse and worse. They would get in fights all the time, usually resulting in her father winning and maxxie lying on the ground somewhere unconscious or just rendered unable to get up with her mother running from her now angrier father. This continued until one day things got out of hand and her father took the knife he usually held during brawls and he lunged for maxxie, maxxie ducked out of the way not knowing her mother was just coming in the door behind her, her father couldn't stop and well, you can finish that one yourself. After that her father sat on the couch, doing nothing, staring at the clock for hours, days on end. Maybe it was for the better.
Things seemed to be more calm after that Maxxie's dad had no one to yell at anymore, and if he did he never showed it, he would just sit on their couch and stare off into space. maxxie and her father continued their fights, which were now more intense due to the fact that there was now one less for her father to focus his rage on. Finally MAxxie got fed up and all the anger she had, just burst from her, she hit her father square in the jawl, knocking him out cold. That was when Maxxie left. She ran from home and never looked back, she stole her fathers car, hooked up the trailer and took her two horses with her and just drove, didn't know where she was going, didn't care.
She moved to the u.s and traveled around the country working small jobs with horses here and there. Somewhere along her travels she even managed to make a friend. A boy by the name of Sean he was traveling as well, trying to find a good place to start a new life just like maxxie. The two of them met when Maxxie's truck broke down on the side of the road. Sean saw her and decided to help her, he knew a great deal about cars and had her up and running in less than an hour. She had nowhere to stay so they spent the night at a motel talking about themselves. Maxxie stuck around with Sean for a while, and he taught her all he knew about cars so that "next time she was stuck she could fix everything herself". Maybe the two would have stayed good friends but Sean had to keep moving. So the two parted ways and maxxie found herself in this little town.
((thats a little bit choppy, but hopefully it will suffice if not i can try and fix it up for you))
*talenttospare!
roleplay sample: The ebony demon was beginning to grow extremely impatient as she listened and waited for the damned driver to get out of the truck and come around to get her the hell out of the cramped little trailer they had decided to cram her into. They had stopped about 6 or 7 minutes ago and still she had hear no evidence of any movement outside. Vampirate pinned her ears back in agitation and glared at the cold metal wall in front of her blazing hot eyes. Then she swiftly picked one enormous, rock solid, jacked up power house of a hind right leg and sent her larger than a plate sized hoof plunging into the door that concealed her. This sent the entire trailer rocking and a nice big indent in the door. The demon snorted contently and smirked, there was no way the driver would just sit and ignore that.
Soon enough Vampirate hear a door open and then slam shut followed by hurried and heavy footsteps around the side of the trailer and nearing her door. Ebony mare prepared to scare the bejeezus out of whomever was unlucky enough to open the door to her awaiting hindquarters but nothing happened, the footsteps stopped and there were now voices just on the other side of the door. "-gonna kick yer head in ye damn idiot. d'ya even know what you been trailerin?!" it was a husky low voice. "actually no sir, they jus said get 'er outa here. they didn't say nuthin 'bout what it was" this was a younger male voice "well jus git outa the way" replied the huskier voice in hurried manner. It was then that the door to the trailer behind me swung open followed immidiatly by the deadly dagger and leg. But to the mare's dismay there was no satisfying crunch of skull to gooey brain that she had been waiting for. Instead the little side door next to her head opened up exposing her sleek glossy black head to the sunlight. A gruffly looking man popped his head in and then reached to the clip of the halter, he grabbed it with one hand but instead of clipping a lead rope to it the guy took a chain ended leader and looped it under the side of the halter, over her nose and then under the other side and then clipped it to the metal loop underneath.
As soon as this was done he climbed into the trailer a bit signaling the mare to back out. Well, no signaling was needed in the first place for the giant demon had already stepped down from the trailer and onto the concrete ground and was backing up as quickly as possible to get away from the god foresaken metal box. Now Vampirate was in the sun and her true beauty showed. She stood 17.2 hands high. She was clearly built like a tank with the threatening ocean of rippling, pulsing muscles beneath the taught ebony hide. Her eyes were deep golden brown and at the dock of her tail and the nob at the top of her mane were red and white streaks. The only thing not black on her was the white feathers of her hind hoof. The man that had hold of her was surprisingly short for a handler and he had to tilt his head almost completely back to look at her. He held her good and tight as he looked around for the trainer to receive his instruction. Vampirate was too busy looking around to see the signals received by the trainer but after a moment she felt the chain around her nose tighten and she looked down to find that the handler was trying to make her walk. She stared at him for a moment but then complied so the man wouldn't die struggling to make the huge mare move. So she set off after him, her ginormous steal daggers struck the ground with steady, tremendous force. It was a calm but powerful walk and it sent little bits of sparks flying from the cement every so often, this amused the demon very much. They entered the sales barn through two big double doors, they walked about halfway down an isle when the handler suddeny stopped and turned towards a very large stall with metal enforced wooden doors. On the door was a sign that read in huge letters:
Demon Of the Sea :: Vampirate
7 year old Friesian/ Gypsy Vanner / Shire mix
17.2hh
Strong Headed and Smart
Has promising training experience. But needs a firm hold.
Jumps with unbelievable grace, well proportioned, good in all eventing areas
Needs an owner who is ready to work hard and get good and sweaty and isn't afraid of a few bumps and bruises
$575 or best offer
Vampirate was led into the stall and then turned around. Obviously this imbecile expected her to stay in this stall because he began to reach up towards her head to take off her halter. Oh no no no no no you don't, Vampirate didn't agree to this at all so she simply kept walking right on back outside of the stall. Perhaps it was partially expected of her to do this for the handler didn't attempt to get her back in but instead simply tied her to the cross tie on the side of her stall, turned and opened a little cabinet and pulled out lunge-line and a lunge whip. Vampirate tossed her head and slammed a hoof into the isle flooring at the sight. At that the hanlder quickly untied her so she wouldn't end up breaking somthing and then turned her and started walking down the rest of the isle. On the way they passed a few people who pressed themselves flat against the walls and stalls at the sight of the huge horse that was fast approaching. She however ignored them and followed the handler out into a large open ring. There was a man standing by the gate who took the lunge-line and replaced it with the chain lead and then he took the lung whip and took Vampirate into the ring. As soon as she was in the mare took the time to realize they had small jumps and ground poles set up in a circle. Her ears were at full attention and her stance showed she was ready as she awaited the sound of the lunge whip on the ground. As soon as she hear it she was off at a steady trot. Her gigantic feet were suddenly light as the feathers that drooped in silky rivlets around her daggers as she made her way over the ground poles and easily jumped, in fact practically walked over the jumps. She continued this trot for about 10 minutes until she heard the crack of the lunge whip that signalled for her to break to a canter and so she did.
*thepuppetmaster!
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name: Real name is Denver. but here you can call me Sean, Carolina wine or maxxie
age: 16
years of roleplaying: 5-6 i think
password: ha Saddleup!
*this lovely plot page was made by canter of white pages. steal and die.
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