WALKER, miles david

[Miles Walker]

MILES -- DAVID -- WALKER !

BASICS...

Face Claim: liam hemsworth
Full Name: miles david walker
Nicknames: just miles
Hair Colour: dirty blonde
Eye Colour: hazel
Height: 6'2
Age: 18
Gender: male
Occupation: student
Category: high school student
Goal for AEA: Miles hopes to finish up his schooling at AEA and get a degree in equine science/medicine and continue on to be a equine vet. His father owned racehorses therefor he hopes to incorporate that into his future as well.

Five Likes:

• coffee
  
• racing thoroughbreds
  
• chick flicks (shhh!)
  
• the atmosphere at horse shows
  
• first dates (that's when you learn the most about someone)
  

Five Dislikes:

• chocolate
  
• bad riding
  
• being talked down too
  
• selfish men who use women
  
• cats
  

HOME LIFE...

Parents:
David Walker, 52 years, self made millionaire & thoroughbred owner
Eloise Walker, 49 years, er nurse
Siblings:
Sandy Walker, 20 years, student
Lucy Walker, 15 years, student
Other:
Bently , 3 years, bernese mountain dog
Johnny Rocket, 13 years, appaloosa
Mercedes, 3 years, quarter horse cross



Riding History:
Miles was raised on the back of a horse. His father, a wealthy racehorse owner, also had several track ponies boarded at his barn. that's what Miles learned on, track ponies. His sisters were also infatuated by the ponies and soon their parents had no choice but to buy them each their own horse to learn and grow on. Miles' pony was named Bandit, a 13 hh haflinger. They soon were enrolled in a lesson program and their instructer came and gave them a lesson on their farm once a week. Miles stuck mostly to the western discipline, as did both his sisters. He has been instructed in english as well but doesn't enjoy the saddle fit too much. Living just down the road from AEA their was no doubt where the Walker trio would be attending school.

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ABOUT YOU...

Age: 17 years
Years RPing: 5-6
RL Horse Experience: 8 years
Example Post: minimum 200 words!

Dancing had always come naturally to Travis. He had a good sense of rhythm and could easily stay in sync with just about anyone. He had to have gone to at least twenty high school dances and was always the first one out with whichever girl we was escorting. The girl was hardly ever thrilled with the idea of being the first on the dance floor but Travis always made them comfortable. He could handle having all eyes on him; maybe it was because he rode? In the show ring he always had eyes on him. Staring was never something he minded. If they didn’t appreciate what he was doing they didn’t have to watch. He had never taken any formal classes; he acquired his knowledge from watching others. He always believed that dance was so beautiful and was always a good way to a girls heart.

He appreciated the fact that Azaria could keep in constant motion with him. She let him lead her and didn’t do anything to drastic. Travis recalled some of the prom dates he had. They always tried to “drive” him and do crazy outrageous dance steps, why couldn’t they just keep it simple? A smile never left his face as he released her from his grip. She had taken dance lessons, go figure. Travis sat on the couch contently, stretching his arms across the back board. He sighed; did he really just meet his dream girl?

His attention was called back upon her as she spoke. Apparently her father talked a bit more than a little about him. Azaria described him as a crazed fan girl, this made him laugh. He had plenty of those, but none that were present in the body of a middle aged man. The image that popped into his head made him laugh even more. He wiped a tear from his eye as she continued. Her next words ceased his laughing.

“….but I don’t see Travis the ex-show jumper, I just see Travis.”

Those were just about the best words he had ever heard. He looked away from her quickly, staring out the window. Not many understood what he went through. Most everyone he came in contact with judged him on his riding and not his overall self. All they ever wanted to talk about was his accident and how he ALMOST made it. What if he had made it? He assumed they wouldn’t try and talk about it as much as they do now. He had it rough when it came to people, he was glad she understood that.

”He just might be your number one fan back home,”

Travis let his eyes slip back to face Azaria again. He managed to stretch a smile at her words. “I wonder what he’d say if you told him that you met this Travis Moore,” he paused, his smile widened. “And that the ex-show jumper tried to seduce you and succeeded.” He smiled, looking up at the clock on the wall. 5:25. Travis’s eyes widened as he jumped off the couch. He had a lesson in five minutes!

He grabbed his wallet, shoving it down his back pocket. “I have to get going, I have a lesson to teach.” He shrugged rolling his eyes. He took two steps towards the door before running back to the coffee table and grabbing the nearest piece of paper. He wrote his name followed by a phone number. “Here,” he said, extending his arm towards Azaria. “If you ever want to get together, or if you feel like getting laid,” he paused, chuckling loudly, “don’t be afraid to call,” he loosened his grasp on the paper as she took it from his hand. Grabbing her other hand, he left a light kiss upon it before walking towards the door. He looked over his shoulder one last time before leaving, “I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around,” and with that he ran out the door, hoping his student wasn’t waiting for him.

[[ADMIN RILEY]]

ACCEPTED.

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