Araxi Iraon

[Araxi Iraon]

ARAXI----IRAON!

BASICS...

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Full Name: Araxi Iraon
Nicknames: Xi
Hair Colour: Black
Eye Colour: Very pale blue, appears white if you don't look closely.
Other: She has naturally black hair, worn shoulder length with sidebangs that cover her right eye. Her eyes are very pale blue and appear almost white is you don't look closely. On her left eyebrow she has three silver rings, on each ear she has an earring that looks like a hoop, but is open on the end, two small black studs going up, and then three rings. On the left she only has two rings, but a cartilage bar. She also has a stud on the left side of her nose, as well as a vertical labret on her lip. She dresses in a very emo style, typically wearing combat boots, skinny jeans, and either corsets or tight fitting tank tops, and a lot of the time, wears some sort of gloves, whether fishnet or otherwise. She rarely wears colors other than red, black, and sometimes white. She always wears a lot of eyeliner and eye makeup.
Personality: She is a tough shell to crack, and is difficult to get along with sometimes. She is stubborn, and protective of her friends. She is very good with people, but chooses to be different to make an impression. She is typically a bit of a social outcast and likes it that way. She can very easily get along with people when she likes, but often would rather test people's patience just for the fun of it. She has a fascination with death, and is usually assumed to be some kind of cultist, when really she is just a bit odd. She's almost always seen carrying a bottle or can of Mountain Dew. She's a pescatarian, so will eat fish but doesn't eat meat. Her favorite food is sushi, and will immediately be won over by anyone who offers it to her. She enjoys punk rock music, hence the name of her horse, Icarus, named after the song by Alesana as well as the legend of Icarus, and her dogs, Crush and Decode, both named after Paramore songs.
Height: 5'6
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Occupation: Student
Category: College student and rider.
Goal for AEA: Araxi is going to college for graphic arts and natural horsemanship, and her backup plan is forensic anthropology, since she has a morbid fascination with death. She wants to become better at riding, and compete against other riders more often than she could before coming to school, as well as create an opportunity for herself to have a career in the horse world with a decent back up plan.


Five Likes:

• Horses & dogs
  
• Mountain Dew
  
• Sushi
  
• The colors black and red
  
• Punk rock music (Alesana and Paramore specifically)
  

Five Dislikes:

• Eating meat (She's a pescatarian)
  
• Cats
  
• The color pink
  
• Country music
  
• Sandals
  

HOME LIFE...

Parents: Her parents were very lenient with her, and she didn't get much discipline, but was spoiled. Luckily she doesn't really act it.
Siblings: None.
Other: She has two Australian Shepards, Decode and Crush.

Riding History: Her family had run a small farm since before she was born, but it was private and had very few boarders, and only around ten horses total. They were by no means rich, and had to sell their property and horses when Araxi was only 3.

However, she had already developed an overgrown interest in horses, and begged her parents to allow her to ride somewhere else, and so they settled on a place they could work for as grooms, and therefore stay at as grounds managers, and were able to pay for their young daughter to ride.

As the years went on, Araxi grew to be a better rider, and as a fourteen year old learned of a case going on in Australia involving a veterinarian trying to breed brindle colored horses, thinking the process would be aided by starving the animals. Through research she learned of an foal that would be taken into the care of the rescuers, and when weaned the mare and foal would be separated and sold. She begged her parents to talk to the people in charge to sell the foal to them when it was time.

They succeeded, and when Araxi was fifteen she received documents regarding the foal, and final arrangements were made to transport the young colt to her. She taught him ground training and trained him to be an excellent showjumper.

(The Australian veterinarian thing actually happened, by the way)

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ABOUT YOU...

Age: 16 in 11 days.
Years RPing: Hmm... I want to say 3 or 4, but I'm not actually sure.
RL Horse Experience: Been riding for almost 10 years!
Example Post: minimum 200 words!

I walk into the barn, turning to the stall that holds my horse, Icarus. As I come to his stall, his ears, which have always seem to be glued to his neck, prick forward as he turns to the front of the stall and nickers to me sweetly. He can be such a jerk, yet go to being a very kind horse within the next minute. Sometimes I wonder how he could be so strange.

I slide open the stall door, beginning to hum a song by Paramore that I knew Icarus liked. He'd always liked music, which had always come off as strange to me, but I accepted it and went with it. It's always seemed to calm the spooky horse, and keep him from kicking out or biting other horses in the ring. Just a weird quirk.

I clip on his red halter, and open the stall all the way before leading him out into the aisle. I clip him into the cross ties there and grab some grooming supplies, opting for a comb first in order to go through my horses long, tangled mane with it. I'd always kept his mane long, I like the look of it better.

After brushing through, I skillfully throw his mane into a running braid on the left side of his neck, and moving on to curry his striped coat after finishing.

Soon, the horse is groomed, luckily he is bodyclipped and doesn't enjoy rolling, which is lucky for me with his mostly white coat. I put his pads and saddle on, followed by the girth, and then wrapping all four of his legs with red polo wraps. I tighten my girth, and put the bridle on, Icarus giving me a little trouble with the bit, but ultimately taking it. After fastening the throatlatch and noseband, I take the reins and head to an arena to ride.