Andrew Harper

[Andrew Harper]

ANDREW -- JAY -- HARPER !

BASICS...

Face Claim: Milo Ventimiglia
Full Name: Andrew Jay Harper
Nicknames: Drew
Hair Colour: Black
Eye Colour: Brown
Height: 5'10"
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Occupation: Equine geneticist
Category: AEA Boarder
Goal for AEA: Become a renowned equine geneticist/breeder capable of singling out genetics for colour, conformation, and personality traits.


Five Likes:

• Sci-fi movies
  
• Cute girls
  
• Swimming
  
• Lab work
  
• Fast food
  

Five Dislikes:

• Poorly bred horses
  
• Bitches
  
• Politics
  
• Dogs
  
• Smoking
  

HOME LIFE...

Parents: Jeffrey Harper and Evelynn Harper
Siblings: None
Other: N/A

Riding History: Drew didn't become interested in horses until his senior year of high school. He was dating another senior at the time, one who owned her own horse and competed in eventing. She brought Drew on several occasions to her barn or shows and it was there he had his first horsey experiences, at first just watching from the sidelines but soon getting his hands dirty helping to tack up or untack, brush, and lead horses around. He found the animals were relaxing and eventually got sucked into taking lessons once a week. Drew was a natural in the saddle and quickly advanced his skills; within two years he was trying his hand at small eventing competitions around the area.

As his love for the sport and ease around horses expanded, he began to try different riding styles, from dressage to reining and just about everything in between, including a brief stint as a morning exercise rider at the thoroughbred track and a few short experiences driving a team of horses. However the only problem Drew had was that as much as he loved horses and wanted to work with them, he longed for something more, and with that he ended up at a breeding farm where he learned all about breeding management, selective breeding, and the complicated science that is equine genetics. Without a moment's hesitation he began school, taken his sciences and loving every minute of it. He longed to become a master of his study and employ it into the field of horse breeding both to help others and to breed the horses he loves.

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ABOUT YOU...

Age: 18
Years RPing: 3
RL Horse Experience: 12 years of just about everything english
Example Post: minimum 200 words!

Ni'al sat quietly amidst the clover, watching the world around her. The day had dawned bright and early, and she could see the young dragonboys playing with their steeds from afar. It was a strange dance between them, the mountainous dragons careful of step as the boys flitted underneath, then one whould leap into saddle and they would take into a soaring flight. She watched in silence, her brow softened, a welcome change from the harshness she usually kept. As the dragons flitted through the sky, their massive wings picked up the sunlight, filtering it into a rainbow of colours and shimmering light. She closed her eyes, feeling the rays dance across her lids even from this distance. She wished for every day to be as peaceful as this one, for the young dragonboys to only play fight as they did now, and not have to grow into warriors to fight the wars that raged on without end.

Her eyes snapped open as she sensed someone behind her, standing and turning in one swift, nearly undetectable movement to come face to face with Chezra. He gave her his usual half grin and held up his hands as a sign of no harm. Her stern expression already set back in place, she tamped one foot impatiently.

"What is it Chezra? Why do you disturb me here in the field?" her tone brisque and to the point.

Chezra handed her a scroll, refraining from stroking her jaw and getting a swat for it as he usually did. Instead he turned his attention to the dragonboys behind her, his eyes glazing for a moment with that faraway reminiscence reserved for human emotions. "Their flight now is young, beautiful, the way it was meant to be, don't you think?" his words were absentminded, not expecting an answer and Ni'al brushed it off as she unrolled the scroll. She felt her pulse quicken with the words, this was not the news she had been expecting. Del'sain had promised this would not happen, yet here it was, the war upon their doorstop and he wanted her to lead thousands of unprepared people to their deaths.

She looked up at Chezra who nodded with grim regret, he already knew. Ni'al could feel the weakness of human emotion creeping into her, a trait she had picked up from being around so many for so long. She wanted to burst into tears, to defy Del'sain's orders. She could not, and would not, lead these people into slaughter. They were not ready, they needed more time. The gates to the mountains could hold until then, it was a risk she would be willing to take. She delved into her mind, seeking out how she could give them enough time and speed up the training progress. She barely noticed as Chez encircled his arms around her lithe frame, drawing her close against his warm chest. She resisted the urge to slap him or break his arm, her usual reactions to affection, instead listening to the strong beat of his heart, feeling the contours of their bodies meet.

She pulled away suddenly, abruptly, as the surge of unknown emotions began to pull at her. She gave one last look at Chezra, seeing things she had never seen before in his deep soulful pools, before striding off quickly back towards her home. She couldn't deal with this right now, she needed to speak to the other generals, this was no time for weakness. She heard Chezra behind her, running, his human pace no where near as fast as hers, but did her best to ignore his cries out to her.

[[ADMIN RILEY]]

ACCEPTED.

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