Pax Sokoll

[Pax Sokoll]

PAX -- AMELIE -- SOKOLL !

BASICS...

Face Claim: Lady Gaga
Full Name: Pax Amelie Sokoll
Nicknames: Paxxie, The Pax, Socks
Hair Colour: Natural brunette, died blonde
Eye Colour: Deep amber
Height: 5'11"
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Occupation: Trainer - specifically, thoroughbred race horses
Category: Non-rider, but she does train at the school, so I'm not sure what that makes her.
Goal for AEA: Become a successful trainer, whether that means working until she dies or finding the right horses to take her to the top. Her penultimate dream is the Triple Crown, but she knows this isn't necessarily a possibility - the Kentucky Derby will suffice!


Five Likes:

• Classical music
  
• Cigarettes & Mary-Jane
  
• Coffee
  
• Intellectual Men
  
• Pedigree research
  

Five Dislikes:

• Losing races
  
• Injured horses
  
• Rain
  
• Tea
  
• Micromanagement
  

HOME LIFE...

Parents: Elias Madera Sokoll (Father - Deceased), Amelie Louisa Sokoll (Nee Christopherson - Deceased)
Siblings: None
Other: None

Riding History: From a young age, young Pax was exposed to horses. The success of her parents breeding, training and racing operation saw her involved with the handling, raising and racing of thoroughbreds from an early period. Her first riding experience was on Flora, a small and devious Welsh pony her parents purchased for her when she was about three. Flora took Pax to may championships in short-stirrup hunter through their years together, up until Pax was about 12 and decided to move on to bigger horses.

At sixteen, Pax began to work with the trainers at Blackwater, her parent's farm. She was an eager learner, and quickly took to galloping and exercising young racehorses, much to her parent's dismay. It was a dangerous job, but she thrived off it; she was too big to be a jockey, so this would remain her thrill. To this day, she still rides many of the horse's she trains, believing that she needs a true feel for the horse to understand what training it needs.

Now, Pax trains for others, and owns only a retired racer, a seven-year old bay stallion (who acts more like a gelding) named Red Revolution. Lovingly known as "Red", she has retrained him to do some jumping and flat classes, but is more interested in leisurely hacks and ponying other racers with him.

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ABOUT YOU...

Age: 20
Years RPing: Approximately 11
RL Horse Experience: Thoroughbreds, standardbreds, arabians and Canadian horses. Semi-professional photographer (in school for Photojournalism, and have been published in a variety of publications, including Canadian Thoroughbred).
Example Post: Going to stick one with Pax at another site here.

She had, for so long, admired the tenacity of the jockey on the track. It was one of the reasons why she had hired him in the first place; Cameron Avery had a stellar reputation as a rider, but also as a horseman. Some jockeys were cruel and aggressive, but Cameron was cool as a cucumber and collected enough to strategize his way through a race. He had never set a foot wrong on a horse, as far as Pax was concerned, and she would continue to use him as a jockey. The thing was, though, they had always maintained a relationship of professionalism with each other - it had always been a casual “hello” or wave in the streets, or a congratulatory handshake in the winner’s circle.

Now, though, there was a different feeling between them. She refused to call it chemistry, but there was certainly something there. As they drove to Blackwater, Pax casually noticing that he knew his way around well, she sat and pondered. There was no conversation that left either of their lips, but she imagined his mind was running like hers. Butterflies danced a casual ballet within her gut every time she looked at him, or when the Jeep’s vents blew the intoxicating scent of his aftershave in her direction. Her hands sat on her lap, holding her clutch and Blackberry close, afraid of letting them do much else. Sometimes, she was the Queen of Awkward; especially when confronted with a slightly nerve-wracking situation.

Regardless, they soon arrived to the massive wrought-iron gaits of Blackwater. The guards waved them through once Pax greeted them, and the two were soon passing the multitude of barns, the training track, and pastures of the massive facility. She smiled, proud of what her family had built, knowing it was her job to keep it going. Now, though, there were different things at hand.

They pulled up, Pax instructing Cameron to park his jeep at the front entrance to the massive house. A beautiful marble staircase, bordered by Grecian columns, welcomed them as the stepped out of the Jeep, Pax casually grabbing his hand (causing a surge of electricity up her arm) and leading him across the threshold of the house. As they arrived, she sent an order of a wonderful pasta dinner with one of the butlers, who quickly scampered off towards the kitchen.

Pax led Cameron into the dining room, which had an air of grander about it - this, and many other parts of the house, maintained a classic century architecture of old, dark hardwood and beautiful antique furniture. Trophies and photographs lined the walls of the dining room, noting the successful runners in Blackwater’s many-year history. For a moment, she sighed, shaking her head. “No, this won’t do,” She said, almost to herself. Soon, Pax set off again, hoping Cameron followed.

She stopped in her own private den, a beautiful, modernly-decorated room overlooking the stunning backyard pool and stallion pastures. The room featured sharp angles, edges, and fashionable couture one would expect for a young and hip person like Pax, yet still retained the elegance that the farm was known for. “That’s better,” She smiled, gesturing to Cameron. “Take a seat, Cameron. Would you care for some wine?” Pax walked to her private wine fridge, taking out a bottle of vintage riesling and popping the cork.

This was her space - a place where she was more comfortable than any other in the house, save for the barns itself. She poured herself a glass of wine and offered Cameron his own, taking a seat on one of the plush black leather couches and removing her shoes. Putting her feat up on the couch, she leaned back and sighed - now this was how to get to know someone.

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ACCEPTED.

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