YVONN, Stormy Estelle

[stormy yvonn]

STORMY -- ESTELLE-- YVONN !

BASICS...

Face Claim: Brokelle Bones
Full Name: Stormy Estelle Yvonn
Nicknames: Storm, Stella
Hair Colour: Black
Eye Colour: Blue-Grey
Height: 5' 4"
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Occupation: Student
Goal at AEA: A goal is simply a thought set to the heart! At least, that's the way Stormy looks at it. Her most heartfelt goal is to have that life she's always wanted. Where she is not only succeeding academically, but also succeeding in the world of horses, and, as bad as it may sound, the world of romance. It's a typical teenage dream. To be at the top of the things you love the most. However, some goals, usually least of importance, come before others, and so another added goal is to learn to take things as they come.


Five Likes:

• Playing guitar
  
• Writing [ songs, poems, stories, etc. etc. ]
  
• Music
  
• Moon
  
• Biology
  

Five Dislikes:

• Any form of abuse to anything [ Human or Animal ]
  
• Winter
  
• Snobs [ You know, preps, jocks, etc. etc. ]
  
• Rap Music [ Retards Attempting Poetry. Ahha! ]
  
• Math [ YUCK! ]
  

HOME LIFE...

Parents: Jamie and Jackson Yvonn
Siblings: Olivia Robyn Yvonn
Other:

Riding History: Storm was introduced to the world of horses the very day she came home from the hospital. Both her mother and father had been champion competitors in their teen and adult days, and wanted nothing more than to bring their very first child into the world of horses and competeing. Stormy was a natural from the start. At age three, her father purchased her, her very own pony. A small shetland mare named Maggie. Of course, Storm loved the mare with all her heart, and they did everything together. Stormy even started learning how to jump on the tiny mare.

When the mare died, only a short three months after Stormy's fifth birthday, the family bought her another pony that was a mix between Connemara and Shetland. Despite the loss of Maggie, Stormy couldn't help but get in the saddle of the gelding, whom she called Bronze because of his light palomino colouring. Bronze was an excellent contender to Stormy. With him, the two learned to barrel race, and at age seven, Stormy was using him to compete in the Little Britches National Rodeo, and taking home first prize in almost every barrel racing competition she did with the gelding.

When Stormy's tenth birthday rolled around, she was escatic about getting her very first horse. However, the young girl had come to be very specific about her horses, and choosing the right one was difficult. It was almost three months after she'd turned ten that she finally found the perfect horse. A young filly, about six months, by the name of Cherokee. Her father objected to the idea at first, but Stormy would settle for no less. When he finally gave, the trio went to buy the young filly.

Over the next few years, her father helped her train the mare, with she still practiced other disciplines with her father's horses and Bronze, and her mother cared for the new baby. When the mare was finally ready to be ridden at age three, it was pure pleasure to watch the thirteen year old's face light up as she swung into the new saddle and rode the mare around the ring, carefully taking her through each pace. The two moved in complete harmony with one another, and the family saw that they had made the right decision in buying the young mare.

Now at age seventeen, Stormy still competes with her mare, whom is seven, and continues to win blue ribbons and trophies in every horse sport known to man. Even though the years seem to be passing quickly, her mustang mare is holding out strong, and hasn't slacked up since the day she was bought.

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ABOUT YOU...

Age: 15
Years RPing: 4
RL Horse Experience: All my life. (:
Example Post:

Her blue-grey eyes looked out at the open pasture from the back of her mustange mare. She took a deep breath, enjoying the feel of the equine below her. Today, she was a reckless rider. Tomorrow, she was a sophisticated show-jumper. The mare's soft back against Stormy's legs was enough to make her eager for the bareback ride that was long overdue. She closed her eyes and opened them slowly, taking on a more firm grip for the tackless mare's chesnut mane and pressing her calves to the beast's sides. Cherokee needed no more indication than that to began walking with a hung head. A snort escaped her and Stormy clicked her tongue twice, not bothering with her legs. Immediately, the mare picked up her pace into a steady trot.

Stormy used leg pressure now to maintain balance and control the direction the femmora moved in. Carefully, she manuevered the mustang into a piaffe, which the equine performed beautifully, lifting her hooves with such elegance and grace that it was almost heart-stopping. Then, Stormy asked for a collected canter, before letting the mare gallop like the mustang she was. Around and around they went, the large pasture seemingly growing smaller as they went around in mindless circles, just scaling the peremiter of the pasutre. The two moved with such harmony that it would bring tears to ones eyes. The bond the two shared was unlike no other. It was almost questionable if horses could be like humans, or vice versa. But, with the pair, it was clear that they had been put on earth of each other. They were the perfect balance of man and nature. The fine line between human and horse.

If it were actually possible, one would swear the two could communicate through telepathy. Many a trainer and compeitor had told Stormy, "It's amazing. It's almost like you two speak to each other and make petty jokes throughout the entire competition. You smile the entire time, and your horse puts forth 100% effort, no matter the length of the course." Then the question would follow, "What's your secret?" Stormy smiled and removed her hand from the vixen's mane so she could stroke both sides of her slim, but muscluar neck. "Whoa." She said, almost whispering the words, and the mare came to a smooth, and well rounded halt, shifting through the different gaits with ease. Stormy patted her neck. "That's my girl." She muttered and slid from the mare's back and kissing her cheek affectionately. "Let's go get you cleaned up, eh?" She asked Cherokee, who grunted and followed like a puppy as Stormy opened the pasture gate and walked into the stable.

[[ADMIN RILEY]]

ACCEPTED.

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