Marc Reefer

[Marc Reefer]

m.arc -- j.ame.s -- reefe.r !

BASICS...

Face Claim: andrew schmidt
Full Name: Marc James Reefer
Nicknames: Reefer
Hair Colour: brown-blonde
Eye Colour: blue
Height: 5'8"
Age: 17
Gender: male
Occupation: student
Category: high school student
Goal for AEA: well, he's just here because his parents sent him here. His goal is to get kicked out, his parents goal is mming or him to get an education and become a champion rider (as he doesnt care enough about competing to please them)


Five Likes:

• well. . . Horses
  
• not doing homework
  
• getting high
  
• skipping classes
  
• being himself
  

Five Dislikes:

• school
  
• competitions
  
• rules
  
• his parents
  
• being sober
  

HOME LIFE...

Parents: Ana-Marie Reefer and Justin Reefer
Siblings: catherine "goody-two-shoes"(15) and mathew (5)
Other:

Riding History: marc was one of those boys that always loved horses. At age 5 his parents bought him his first pony and lessons. Ever since then riding became a chore instead of a passion. His parents wanted a champion, lots of money, etc. he just wanted to ride, possibly train the horses, and enjoy his time with them. That never went well and one by one his private instructors abandoned him. Eventually he was sent here- his parents final efforts.

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ABOUT YOU...

Age: 19
Years RPing: ah 8ish
RL Horse Experience: oh boy, un-proffessionally all my life
Example Post: minimum 200 words!

Marc was a special and unique guy. Always getting into just the right amount of trouble over just the right amount of things. He was waiting, now, for his principles final verdict. Ah, expulsion would be the only answer to his current offense, of course. He tucked his hands behind his head, closed his eyes, and grinned chilling in the office chair. "straighten up boy!" The principle- aka Sargeant Louis- came out of the office with his parents.

"nice knowing you sir." He stood and turned on his heel. "not so fast son." That would be his dad. The worn out voice almost depressed marc, he hadn't planned on exhausting his parents. "sargeant louis has given us one last option son. You'll be going to a riding academy. One fuck up and the horses will be gone. Graduate, train, and do as you're told."

Marc stared out the train window, remembering his last days in Oklahoma. His parents were serious about sending him to AEA. He was already at the train station, just waiting to get down and find his r i'd e up to the academy. So what, he was almost 18, he could get his own horses. But he did love his bay gelding, Captain Spalding. That percheron quarter horse was his baby, and he knew Spalding would be the first to go if he fucked up here.

He checked his inside pocket, content that it was still safely tucked away, and grabbed his single, measly bag, marching towards the car. 'Hi-ho, hi-ho, it's off to school we go.' He thought, grimly, before tucking into the,car without another word.

[[ADMIN RILEY]]

ACCEPTED.

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