Tom Prince

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Full Name: Thomas Benjamin Prince
Nicknames:Tom, Tommy
Hair Colour: dark brown
Eye Colour: dark blue
Other: Tom is a quiet, shy type. He will always be there for his friends and is extremely loyal to them. He is kind and is admittedly a hopeless romantic. His sweet, gentle nature make him popular as does his exceptional riding ability.
Height: 5'3
Age: 19
Gender: male
Occupation: Student, jockey
Category: College student and rider.
Goal for AEA: Tom is going to college for English Literature. He is a part time student as his jockey career takes up alot of time. He wants to one day win the Triple Crown.


Five Likes:

riding
animals
vegetarian food
rainy days
country music

Five Dislikes:

Eating meat
snakes
spurs
math
hot days




HOME LIFE...

Parents: His parents cracked the whip and he was very disciplined. They didn't support his riding career at first (though they do now) and his is a polite, obedient person.
Siblings: three brothers, one sister
Other: He has a jack russell named Parsley
Riding History: He rode jumpers for his grandfather and competed, but never really got into it. He fell in love with racing when he went to the track the first time. He started off walking racehorses, and rode in his first race at 16. He recieved his first horse at nine, an elderly bay thoroughbred mare that made him even more sure he wanted to be a jokey.




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ABOUT YOU...

Age: 15
Years RPing: 4
RL Horse Experience: Been riding for 13 years
Example Post: minimum 200 words!


Quote:
Tom gently nudged the colt forward with his knees. The horse blew through his nose in almost a sigh, but followed his instructions. They took it easy, cantering gently, until they passed the quarter mile pole. Then Tom touched him with his whip, and all hell broke loose.
The strapping chestnut colt shot forward. Tom was almost unseated in his surprise. Grabbing hold of his mane, Tom held on for dear life. Dirt flew up and hit him in the face and neck, almost blinding him had it not been for the goggles securely covering his eyes.
"Easy boy," Tom whispered in the horse's ear. The animal's ears flicked back and forth as if trying to catch the soft sound. The thoroughbred slowed almost instantly, obedient even in its young age. The jockey patted his mount's sopping neck and urged him forward to trot toward the gate.
The horse's trainer had his eyes glued to his stopwatch, something the old timer rarely needed. His mouth opened and closed in what seemed to be a mix of awe and concern.
"How'd we do?" Tom asked nervously. The elderly man looked up in surprise.
"That horse," he began, "the one we kept saying wouldn't run, just broke the track record at Churchill Downs."

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