Post by kveria on Feb 3, 2015 5:55:40 GMT
{ amber leigh harte }
Owl City - The Technicolor Phase
{ female }
{ nineteen }
{ 12th august | leo }
{ 5'5" | 110lbs }
{ pansexual }
Amber is the kind of girl who demands attention. She may have got her beginning as a quiet child who would rather focus on her piano
lessons and go on trail rides at her aunt's farm, but that was quickly expanded upon when her two best friends in the world came into
the picture and stole the show. She became a lot more quirky, outgoing and charismatic, and by the time she was about to leave high school, she
was one of the more popular girls in her school, though still humble enough not to flaunt it. Being a kind and soft-spoken person, Amber
treated everyone like they were a friend to her and naturally made very few enemies. Her interest in remixes and creating her own music
kept her in good terms as well, because who doesn't love a musician who can do things that others can only dream of? She had taken a liking
to the guitar in high school, and had started learning to remix music with her boyfriend at the time when she was fifteen; it was something
that stuck; something she was extremely good at. Enough so that she ended up attending school dances as the DJ and never had to worry
about how awkward she was when she danced.
Just before being sentenced to do time in prison for something that she'd been doing her whole life and had paid for in the past with minor
charges and fines—that is taking things without permission, more formally known as theft but just a daily quirk that's more of a compulsion
for her—Amber was enrolled and attending her first year of college to earn a degree in entrepreneurship while also taking music classes and
music production classes. She was headed on her way to making a living with her amazing musical talents when her kleptomania had her
wrap her little fingers around a few of the absolute wrong things when she accompanied her friends to a jewelry store to look for more charms
for a bracelet that Heather's boyfriend had gotten her. When she got home and there were diamond rings in her pants pocket, she barely had time to
call the store and tell them what had happened before the police were at her door. Needless to say, this time they were not understanding about
her little problem.
Unlike a lot of the others in prison around her, Amber never once bitched and griped about how she shouldn't be there and how she needed to
get out. She wasn't happy with what had happened, but it wasn't like there was anything she could do about it other than to wait out her
sentence and perhaps get out on good behaviour if she managed to keep her hands clean... which proved to be more difficult than she first
thought. There was nothing really to keep those hands of hers busy, and she was back to getting that itch—pens, paper clips, plastic spoons
shreds of paper, puzzle pieces, cards, and the occasional cool-looking rock that caught her eye in the courtyard were all among the things
she was found with on and that only contributed to how poorly the warden felt about her. She wasn't getting out on good behaviour any time soon.
However, the program at Sunrise Ranch seemed to be the perfect place for her—she hadn't been around horses in a long time and remembered
her Aunt saying something about their healing power. It was a silly little idea, but just maybe they could fix her busy hands, give her something
else to do with them.
With that hope in mind, she signed up, fully intending to get this done and come out clean on the other end.
{ amber's projects }
{ mason }
{ stallion }
{ six }
{ 14.3hh }
{ sooty buckskin }
+calm +bold +trusting +inquisitive
~dependant ~impressionable ~humorous ~adventurous
-absentminded -obnoxious -loud -opportunistic
Mason was found by the staff at Sunrise just outside their fences with a hairline fracture on his back left
fetlock—no one's quite sure how it happened, but they're pretty sure he was the lonely stud that had been hanging
around the property for a few months, making eyes at the mares from behind the fences. He was already well-known
around the ranch before he was found not too far off, and limping up to do his daily duty of checking on what they
assumed he thought was his herd... if only he could figure out how to access them. Figuring that he'd probably just
gotten a rock in his hoof, he was left to his own devices for a while with a watchful eye left on him just incase anything changed.
When his condition didn't seem to change, and in fact he was found laying down more often than not. They decided to bring
him in and take a look at him; the vet had him x-rayed and the fracture was found in his fetlock—the most likely assumption was
that he'd probably stepped in a hole. It was shaky on whether or not he would be able to make a full recovery, but he bounced
back quickly despite everyone's misgivings. Before long, he was sound and healthy again, with an extra few pounds on him,
and he was content to live alongside his mares with no real desire to leave.
He was always pretty much astonishing to the staff—when they brought him in, he calmly accepted the halter on his head and though
he didn't understand being tugged along by the little person holding the rope, he went, and when they loaded him on the trailer to take him to the vet,
he fought for a minute before he sighed and walked on. While at the vet's, however, he met a Thoroughbred named Imafatmuffinosaurus who
taught him the joys of cribbing and stalling weaving; beforehand he would stand patiently at the front of his stall and wait for someone to
come by with a mint and a pat on the neck. Mason truly didn't mind his new life in a five star horse hotel, and in fact loved it so much that
when he found out how to unlatch the gate to his personal pasture, instead of making a break for it, he went back to the barn and stood
outside his stall until someone came along and stuck him back in his pasture, then tied the gate with his lead rope. Because of this, Mason
stood at the gate and screamed for the next three hours until he was brought inside for the night.
if you cut me i suppose i would bleed...
Owl City - The Technicolor Phase
{ female }
{ nineteen }
{ 12th august | leo }
{ 5'5" | 110lbs }
{ pansexual }
Amber is the kind of girl who demands attention. She may have got her beginning as a quiet child who would rather focus on her piano
lessons and go on trail rides at her aunt's farm, but that was quickly expanded upon when her two best friends in the world came into
the picture and stole the show. She became a lot more quirky, outgoing and charismatic, and by the time she was about to leave high school, she
was one of the more popular girls in her school, though still humble enough not to flaunt it. Being a kind and soft-spoken person, Amber
treated everyone like they were a friend to her and naturally made very few enemies. Her interest in remixes and creating her own music
kept her in good terms as well, because who doesn't love a musician who can do things that others can only dream of? She had taken a liking
to the guitar in high school, and had started learning to remix music with her boyfriend at the time when she was fifteen; it was something
that stuck; something she was extremely good at. Enough so that she ended up attending school dances as the DJ and never had to worry
about how awkward she was when she danced.
Just before being sentenced to do time in prison for something that she'd been doing her whole life and had paid for in the past with minor
charges and fines—that is taking things without permission, more formally known as theft but just a daily quirk that's more of a compulsion
for her—Amber was enrolled and attending her first year of college to earn a degree in entrepreneurship while also taking music classes and
music production classes. She was headed on her way to making a living with her amazing musical talents when her kleptomania had her
wrap her little fingers around a few of the absolute wrong things when she accompanied her friends to a jewelry store to look for more charms
for a bracelet that Heather's boyfriend had gotten her. When she got home and there were diamond rings in her pants pocket, she barely had time to
call the store and tell them what had happened before the police were at her door. Needless to say, this time they were not understanding about
her little problem.
Unlike a lot of the others in prison around her, Amber never once bitched and griped about how she shouldn't be there and how she needed to
get out. She wasn't happy with what had happened, but it wasn't like there was anything she could do about it other than to wait out her
sentence and perhaps get out on good behaviour if she managed to keep her hands clean... which proved to be more difficult than she first
thought. There was nothing really to keep those hands of hers busy, and she was back to getting that itch—pens, paper clips, plastic spoons
shreds of paper, puzzle pieces, cards, and the occasional cool-looking rock that caught her eye in the courtyard were all among the things
she was found with on and that only contributed to how poorly the warden felt about her. She wasn't getting out on good behaviour any time soon.
However, the program at Sunrise Ranch seemed to be the perfect place for her—she hadn't been around horses in a long time and remembered
her Aunt saying something about their healing power. It was a silly little idea, but just maybe they could fix her busy hands, give her something
else to do with them.
With that hope in mind, she signed up, fully intending to get this done and come out clean on the other end.
{ amber's projects }
{ mason }
{ stallion }
{ six }
{ 14.3hh }
{ sooty buckskin }
+calm +bold +trusting +inquisitive
~dependant ~impressionable ~humorous ~adventurous
-absentminded -obnoxious -loud -opportunistic
Mason was found by the staff at Sunrise just outside their fences with a hairline fracture on his back left
fetlock—no one's quite sure how it happened, but they're pretty sure he was the lonely stud that had been hanging
around the property for a few months, making eyes at the mares from behind the fences. He was already well-known
around the ranch before he was found not too far off, and limping up to do his daily duty of checking on what they
assumed he thought was his herd... if only he could figure out how to access them. Figuring that he'd probably just
gotten a rock in his hoof, he was left to his own devices for a while with a watchful eye left on him just incase anything changed.
When his condition didn't seem to change, and in fact he was found laying down more often than not. They decided to bring
him in and take a look at him; the vet had him x-rayed and the fracture was found in his fetlock—the most likely assumption was
that he'd probably stepped in a hole. It was shaky on whether or not he would be able to make a full recovery, but he bounced
back quickly despite everyone's misgivings. Before long, he was sound and healthy again, with an extra few pounds on him,
and he was content to live alongside his mares with no real desire to leave.
He was always pretty much astonishing to the staff—when they brought him in, he calmly accepted the halter on his head and though
he didn't understand being tugged along by the little person holding the rope, he went, and when they loaded him on the trailer to take him to the vet,
he fought for a minute before he sighed and walked on. While at the vet's, however, he met a Thoroughbred named Imafatmuffinosaurus who
taught him the joys of cribbing and stalling weaving; beforehand he would stand patiently at the front of his stall and wait for someone to
come by with a mint and a pat on the neck. Mason truly didn't mind his new life in a five star horse hotel, and in fact loved it so much that
when he found out how to unlatch the gate to his personal pasture, instead of making a break for it, he went back to the barn and stood
outside his stall until someone came along and stuck him back in his pasture, then tied the gate with his lead rope. Because of this, Mason
stood at the gate and screamed for the next three hours until he was brought inside for the night.