Post by idiotluvrxoxo13 on Jul 16, 2009 14:45:32 GMT -5
JESSE Michael SAVAGE
Sometimes, you just gotta hope your best is good enough.
Sometimes, you just gotta hope your best is good enough.
"There is no secret so close as that between a rider and his horse."
- Robert Smith Surtees
[/color]- Robert Smith Surtees
My name is Jesse Michael Savage but please call me Jess I’m 19 years young, born on the 17th day of December. When it comes to dating, I’m swinging straight. Here at Crossroads, I am a intermediate rider.
“There is something about the outside of a horse that is good for the inside of a man.”
- Winston Churchill
[/color]- Winston Churchill
So here’s what I look like. My hair is currently black and skater cut., but it is naturally dark brown. My eyes are blue green. By heritage, I am British and Irish. I’m 6', 163 pounds.. Some people say I look like Trace Cyrus. My stereotype would probably be skater or loner.
“Horse, thou art truly a creature without equal, for thou fliest without wings and conquerest without sword.”
- The Koran
[/color]- The Koran
I like girls, horses, parties, racing, fall, dogs, quiet, lacrosse, and being by myself. But I really hate school, crowds, rude people, being bored, and loud noises.. I fear losing those he loves and snakes..
Guess what? He has tried to kill himself..
Others describe me like this: Jesse is usually detached from everything around him. He is very quiet and doesn't like being the center of attention. When he's around others he is seems pretty boring and unfriendly unless he likes them. He barely says anything to those he just met or he doesn't like. They're lucky to get one word out of him unless he feels like talking.
He is very different around his friends, family, and girls. He then is funny and nice normally. Around girls he is definately a flirt. He doesn't usually get very angry but when he does you can tell. When he's with friends though, he doesn't get mad often and loves to party and have fun. He is very outgoing too once you get to know him.
“A pony is a childhood dream, a horse is an adulthood treasure.”
- Rebecca Carrol
[/color]- Rebecca Carrol
I was born in London, England, raised in London. My mom is Elizabeth and she is a author. My dad is Michael and he is a architect. I have four sisters and one brother. I also have aNewfoundland named Whisper and another Newfoundland named Jack.
My past goes something like this:
Elizabeth and Michael met at a store one day by accident. They talked for a while and saw each again a few times. After two years of dating they got married. A few months later their first daughter, Leah, was born. They loved her and showered her with whatever she wanted. A year later the twins were born. Joeseph and Paige. Everybody was happy since they had always wanted a big family. Another few months passed before Hannah was born. Next came Laura and finally, Jesse was born.
His older siblings all were very good in school, bringing homes A's on almost every test, quiz, project, etc. Jesse didn't do as good in school as them though, getting an average B and occasionally C. Although he didn't do as well in school he was better at sports. He played lacrosse when ever he could. His parents were disapointed in his lack of interest for school though, and tried everything to get him to do better.
By the time he was in fourth grade his parents had basically given up on getting him to do better.He didn't care about school much and got worse and worse grades. He spent most of his time playing sports or hanging out with his few friends. One day when his family was going some where he saw people riding horses and knew that was what he wanted to do. His parents agreed to let him try it and he loved it.
A year later his family moved from London to Saratoga, New York. He saw his first horse race that year and loved the excitment of it. His siblings didn't see what he loved about it and never found the same interest he had in horses. He continued riding when ever he could, practicing by himself when he could. He used school horses at the barn he rode at but when he was ten his parents got him his own. It was a gelding named Firelight and he practiced day and night with him. He mostly trained in western but oiccasionally would do some English riding.
He rode every day he could, which was at least five times a week. He entered a few shows and usually got within the top four, bringing home a few blue ribbons along the way. Although his parents still wished he had found that talent in math or science they were happy he had found something he liked and proud of him. When he was sixteen Firelight died of old age at age twenty six. His parents didn't get him another horse though and he became more depressed as time went on. His parents didn't think it would become a problem and he would get over it.
Two months later Jesse had tried to kill himself by cutting both his wrists. His parents found him unconcious though and took him to the hospital. He was saved but sent off to a school that the doctor recomended. He stayed there for the year he had to before going back to his old school. He had to start fresh though almost because everyone knew what had happened and wouldn't talk to him. He bought himself a horse with money he had saved up. When he was seventeen he left home and stayed with his friend in an apartment. When he turned eighteen he moved to his own house for a while. He soon came here though to get better at riding and start over.
“No hour of life is wasted that is spent in the saddle.”
- Winston Churchill
[/color]- Winston Churchill
Hey there! I’m the role player behind the character. Call me Kate. I’ve been role playing for about two and a half years. I found this site by an ad on another site.
My role play sample can be found below.
Jesse woke up and walked into the bathroom. He got in the shower and went back into his room. He got dressed and walked down stairs, putting bread in the toaster quickly. He put on his sneakers and walked over to grab his breakfast. He went outside to feed Ice before getting the trailer ready. Once everything was ready he went back to Ice to see if he was okay. Everything seemed okay so he led Ice out of his stall and put him on cross ties. He put on his boots and groomed him before leading him out of the barn. He put him in the trailer, checking to make sure he was alright and walked over to the fence. He opened the gate, letting Whisper and Jack into the car. The mover had already gotten his stuff so he just had to go now. He got in and started the car.
He backed out of the driveway and drove down the road, checking the directions to see where he had to go. He turned up the music on his Good Charlotte cd. He followed the directions to the stable school and stopped.
He got out and looked around. He sighed a little and wondered if he would have a new start here. Better than any where else he had ever been. He walked back to the trailer and patted Ice's rump before walking back to the truck.
He backed out of the driveway and drove down the road, checking the directions to see where he had to go. He turned up the music on his Good Charlotte cd. He followed the directions to the stable school and stopped.
He got out and looked around. He sighed a little and wondered if he would have a new start here. Better than any where else he had ever been. He walked back to the trailer and patted Ice's rump before walking back to the truck.
this application was made by Ollie! of White Pages. this credit better stay in the application. if i see it’s gone, guess what? ollie will beat you with a spatula and a potato and use some jack bauer moves if need be, larcenists.
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