Post by Alexandria Morrison on Jun 14, 2011 12:12:28 GMT -8
ALEXANDRIA -- LEE -- MORRISON !
BASICS...
Face Claim: Lindsey Shaw
Full Name: Alexandria Lee Morrison
Nicknames: Alex
Hair Colour: Brown
Eye Colour: Brown
Height: 5'7"
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Occupation: Student
Category: College Student
Goal for AEA: Alexandria rode horses quite frequently when she was a child. But one fateful day, the horse bucked her off and she ended up in the hospital with a major concussion. Her goal at AEA is to get over her inevitable fear of horses.
Five Likes:
- Books (Especially history)
- Music (Although she doesn't know how to play anything)
- The Smell of Rain
- Peaches
- Hibiscus Flowers
Five Dislikes:
- Bitches (No, not the dog kind)
- Misunderstandings
- Rich Snobs
- Horse Riding
- Spiders
HOME LIFE...
Parents: Charlie Ian Morrison (51) (father) & Lilliana Marie Chelli (48) (mother)
Siblings: Christina Anna Morrison (14) (sister)
Other: Smookie (15) (cat)
Riding History: When Alex was around six years of age, she rode horses at least three times a week with her father, Charlie. At the age of nine, her parents saved up to buy her a quarter horse for her birthday. Her first ride on her new horse went well; he was a well mannered horse for the most part, and Alex decided to name him after her father.
After a couple weeks of riding, she decided to sneak out one afternoon and ride without her father's supervision. It wasn't long before the horse became agitated and bucked her off, leaving her with a major concussion and a long trip to the hospital. Since then, she has been terrified of horses.
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ABOUT YOU...
Age: 18
Years RPing: 3
RL Horse Experience: None... Is it normal to feel like a poser in this situation? D:
Example Post: minimum 200 words!I sit there. And then I stand up. I am dizzy. I almost fall over onto my cat. I walk to the kitchen. I then grab some toast and tea. I sit down at the kitchen table. I look out my window at the mountains. I finish eating my toast and drinking my tea. I get up, and almost fall onto my cat again. I scratch my thigh. I walk into my living room. I sit in front of my fireplace. I put my toe in the fire. I burn my toe. I walk outside in bare feet with my burnt toe. I walk through the grass. I get ticks on my legs. I scream. I run home. I die.
I wake up. It was just a dream filled with burnt toes and terrible writing styles.