Post by emoindenial on Aug 19, 2008 8:38:39 GMT -5
{ooc: totally forgot to post it in this sub-board and not in the main area...*blush*}
» There Goes my Hero;
THe birth certificate reads Aaron Taber Kessinger
But Everyone Calls Me Aaron
Ive Been Breaking Hearts for AGE 23
The say I Am a stable hand, an english rider
Ive Been Told I Look Like Channing Tatum
» Rock and Roll, Baby.;
I am so tall 5'7
And I Weigh 175 lbs
Ive Bee Ninked And Pierced 2 times in each ear
They always say I look like My hair is a dirty blonde, but in the summer it gets bleached from the sun and chlorine in pools. Some people like to tease me that I look like a nazi with the hair color, but I just ignore them. They are just jelous! My eyes are hazel like a pine tree, deep, dark and rich. My skin tone is that of a cup of coffee with lots of creamer in it - tan but pale at the same time. With every change of season, my skin transforms. In the winter I am pale but no less strong, come summer I am darker and more taught, a light coat of sweat usually glistening on my skin.
Every night since I was a child, my grandmother always preached about soft skin. It seemed a pointless thing to me, a young boy, but none the less I used the lotion she gave me, every night like a ritual. My whole body now has soft, smooth skin, so healthy it almost has a gentle glow. But my hands and feet are a different story entirely. Basically living in boots my entire life, my feet are calloused and slightly misshaped, with the toes being more square than they probably ought to be. My hands are calloused as well, from many days of hard labor and tough love. But just because they have a few hard scares doesnt mean that I am incapable of gentle caresses.
Overall, I am average to large in size and stature. I am not very tall when it comes down to it, but by no means am I considered short. I walk about equal with most men, and I stand but do not tower above most women. From working hard my entire life, my body is all muscle, hard and sculpted and without an ounce of fat to be found. Oddly enough, this is not something I pride myself in. It is something I have had my whole life, and so when people comment, it slides right off my back with no real meaning.
This Is What Makes Me Stand Out My hands and feet are rough and calloused, and I have lots of small scars across my backside from neck to ankles, from the whippings my Dad used to administer.
» Chances Taken, Hope Embraced;
I Adore animals, reading, alcohol
I Abhor abusers, drugs, liars
I Rock physical strength, riding talent {english}, the bar
I Suck dealing with emotions, riding talent {western}, smoking
I Do drink alot more than I should
I Want to become a professional rider
I Fear permanant damage from a riding accident, becoming an invalid
I Shut up my history, my drinking problem
I am Aaron has many sides to him. He likes to seem tough on the outside, almost as if he has an impenitrable shield around him. He likes to tease and joke, and foul comedy is his specialty. But deep down Aaron has a very soft side - he loves cheesy, romantic gestures, and has an unending passion for animals, in particular, horses and dogs.
Although Aaron likes to be seen as tough, he does not hide his love of animals from outside eyes. His equestrian career is no secret, and his talent as a rider is nothing to laugh at. Aaron has a soft spot for abused animals. But why that is so? Nobody knows - unless of course, he knows you well enough to tell you about his history. But...there are very few people who know about his deep, troubling past. And it will take a lot of work, a lot of love and trust and sacrifice, if you really want to know.
Because of Aaron's family history, Aaron was taught to drink like a man to drown his problems. Being raised on a ranch, there was no shortage in the moonshine and beer supply, and Aaron quickly went from a young child stealing a longneck or a chug, to a young man who could down a six pack and still drive safely. Aaron really wants to break his drinking habbit, but he will need someone to love and trust and lean on for support to kill his lifelong abuse of the drink.
» I Know I Won't Be Home At All;
I Came From William and Annabella Kessinger. William would be 63 today, he passed of a heart attack at 61. Former rancher. Annabella is 59, a lonley domesticated widow.
I Share My Dna With -Carter Kessinger, 32, Rodeo Star
-Mikael Kessinger, 29, Ranch Hand
-Allie Kessinger, 25, Rodeo Queen
I Come From Texas
But I Live Here Now West Virginia
This Is Who I was Aaron was born to a ranching family. His father was a true western cowpoke, his mother a southern belle in its fullest meaning of the term. His father believed that if you did something wrong, you got beaten. And that was the end of the story. You didn't wash the saddle perfectly? You didnt check on the horses before sleep? You didn't clean your dishes from dinner? All of those got a hard slapping from his leather belt, and sometimes worse. His mother, being the little domestic woman she was, never said anything, and choose to ignore that her husband was an abusive man.
By the time Aaron was 17, his 2 brothers and 1 sister were already well known in the riding arena, and well on their way to good western careers. But Aaron never could get into the whole western scene. He didn't like the abuse he saw, the mean tactics used on the bulls and the rough handling of the other animals in the rodeos. But this didn't turn Aaron away from horses. Rather, his interest bloomed in English riding. He was fascinated with hunter jumper and cross country - but to this day, dressage still baffles him. He loved the elegance and power all in the same horse, as it would bunch up and jump over a tall fence - many times in a row, and still be able to walk away with its pride intact and a glint in its eyes, even after a long, exhausting round. But Aaron knew that if his Dad ever found out that he was not interested in Western, and was more involved in the "sissy" world of English riding, his Dad would throw him out.
Well, Aarons Dad did find out. And he did throw Aaron out. With no family in the area to take him in, Aaron hitchhiked his was across the country, finally finding a home when he was 18. He stayed at a farm in West Virginia, where he made a deal with the ageing owner. He would clean all of the stalls every day, and excercise whatever horses needed working, in turn for free room and board, along with 3 meals a day.
This deal worked out very well for Aaron - he had a second job soon enough that provided some pocket cash, and between working with the horses and riding English style every day, Aarons skills flourished. When Aaron was 21, the lady who owned the farm where he stayed passed away. But in her will, she left Aaron one of her English horses, Ebony Thorns.
Aaron took Ebony Thorns, known affectionatly as Ebony, started his own riding career. Now with Ebony and Majorie, Aaron is well started and the world is just sitting and waiting for him.
This Is Who I am Ready to make a new start and a new person. Ready to break bad habbits, accomplish goals, and find love all at the same time.
» This Heart It Beats;
I Lust women
I Love confidence, trust, individuality
I Loathe blood suckers {women who stick like glue}, liars, cheaters
Maybe I loved not a single woman for more than a week
Maybe I Didnt n/a
» This Is How We'll Dance;
I Bow Down dude
I Am Awesome Slamming the door in his rustic, muddy blue pick-up truck, Aaron's boots kicked up a small cloud of dust as he made his way to the ASPCA. Walking around the main office, which was in bad disrepair, - the white pain chipping and quite a few shingles missing from the roof - Aaron made his way to the pastures. Many horses lingered around the fields, some large, some small, almost every horse skinny and malnourished.
Reading the signs on the pasture gates, Aaron found that there were 4 pastures for the mares, 4 pastures for the geldings, and 1 pasture for mares and foals. Looking around, Aaron saw many small, dirty mares, large, knockkneed geldings and even a foal who was so tiny he was surprised he or she was able to stand. He could tell that the baby was about a week old, but even for that new age she was tiny and frail - her dam must have been serverly malnourished during most or all of the pregnancy. Only such abuse could cause such a tiny, deformed baby.
Scanning the pastures one last time, Aaron saw many sad cases but nothing that caught his eye. Walking away, a tiny whinny floated to his ears and he turned sharply to the left. Limping from a small grove of pine trees was the dirtiest mare Aaron had seen in a long, long time. But underneath that dirt and muck and mire, Aaron could see a certain spark, a certain something that made him know for sure that he had found his next horse. He had found Majority Love.
{fyi...Majority Love is one of his horses I plan on registering if I am accepted, and that is basically her story that was sitting in my mind, just not written out...well, until now anyways. =] }
Aaron! STOLE YOUR HEART;
They call me Aaron Taber Kessinger and I've shot for the moon 23 times.
You know you all love me and you can contact me via PM or Email {in profile}.
Ktxbi.
They call me Aaron Taber Kessinger and I've shot for the moon 23 times.
You know you all love me and you can contact me via PM or Email {in profile}.
Ktxbi.
» There Goes my Hero;
THe birth certificate reads Aaron Taber Kessinger
But Everyone Calls Me Aaron
Ive Been Breaking Hearts for AGE 23
The say I Am a stable hand, an english rider
Ive Been Told I Look Like Channing Tatum
» Rock and Roll, Baby.;
I am so tall 5'7
And I Weigh 175 lbs
Ive Bee Ninked And Pierced 2 times in each ear
They always say I look like My hair is a dirty blonde, but in the summer it gets bleached from the sun and chlorine in pools. Some people like to tease me that I look like a nazi with the hair color, but I just ignore them. They are just jelous! My eyes are hazel like a pine tree, deep, dark and rich. My skin tone is that of a cup of coffee with lots of creamer in it - tan but pale at the same time. With every change of season, my skin transforms. In the winter I am pale but no less strong, come summer I am darker and more taught, a light coat of sweat usually glistening on my skin.
Every night since I was a child, my grandmother always preached about soft skin. It seemed a pointless thing to me, a young boy, but none the less I used the lotion she gave me, every night like a ritual. My whole body now has soft, smooth skin, so healthy it almost has a gentle glow. But my hands and feet are a different story entirely. Basically living in boots my entire life, my feet are calloused and slightly misshaped, with the toes being more square than they probably ought to be. My hands are calloused as well, from many days of hard labor and tough love. But just because they have a few hard scares doesnt mean that I am incapable of gentle caresses.
Overall, I am average to large in size and stature. I am not very tall when it comes down to it, but by no means am I considered short. I walk about equal with most men, and I stand but do not tower above most women. From working hard my entire life, my body is all muscle, hard and sculpted and without an ounce of fat to be found. Oddly enough, this is not something I pride myself in. It is something I have had my whole life, and so when people comment, it slides right off my back with no real meaning.
This Is What Makes Me Stand Out My hands and feet are rough and calloused, and I have lots of small scars across my backside from neck to ankles, from the whippings my Dad used to administer.
» Chances Taken, Hope Embraced;
I Adore animals, reading, alcohol
I Abhor abusers, drugs, liars
I Rock physical strength, riding talent {english}, the bar
I Suck dealing with emotions, riding talent {western}, smoking
I Do drink alot more than I should
I Want to become a professional rider
I Fear permanant damage from a riding accident, becoming an invalid
I Shut up my history, my drinking problem
I am Aaron has many sides to him. He likes to seem tough on the outside, almost as if he has an impenitrable shield around him. He likes to tease and joke, and foul comedy is his specialty. But deep down Aaron has a very soft side - he loves cheesy, romantic gestures, and has an unending passion for animals, in particular, horses and dogs.
Although Aaron likes to be seen as tough, he does not hide his love of animals from outside eyes. His equestrian career is no secret, and his talent as a rider is nothing to laugh at. Aaron has a soft spot for abused animals. But why that is so? Nobody knows - unless of course, he knows you well enough to tell you about his history. But...there are very few people who know about his deep, troubling past. And it will take a lot of work, a lot of love and trust and sacrifice, if you really want to know.
Because of Aaron's family history, Aaron was taught to drink like a man to drown his problems. Being raised on a ranch, there was no shortage in the moonshine and beer supply, and Aaron quickly went from a young child stealing a longneck or a chug, to a young man who could down a six pack and still drive safely. Aaron really wants to break his drinking habbit, but he will need someone to love and trust and lean on for support to kill his lifelong abuse of the drink.
» I Know I Won't Be Home At All;
I Came From William and Annabella Kessinger. William would be 63 today, he passed of a heart attack at 61. Former rancher. Annabella is 59, a lonley domesticated widow.
I Share My Dna With -Carter Kessinger, 32, Rodeo Star
-Mikael Kessinger, 29, Ranch Hand
-Allie Kessinger, 25, Rodeo Queen
I Come From Texas
But I Live Here Now West Virginia
This Is Who I was Aaron was born to a ranching family. His father was a true western cowpoke, his mother a southern belle in its fullest meaning of the term. His father believed that if you did something wrong, you got beaten. And that was the end of the story. You didn't wash the saddle perfectly? You didnt check on the horses before sleep? You didn't clean your dishes from dinner? All of those got a hard slapping from his leather belt, and sometimes worse. His mother, being the little domestic woman she was, never said anything, and choose to ignore that her husband was an abusive man.
By the time Aaron was 17, his 2 brothers and 1 sister were already well known in the riding arena, and well on their way to good western careers. But Aaron never could get into the whole western scene. He didn't like the abuse he saw, the mean tactics used on the bulls and the rough handling of the other animals in the rodeos. But this didn't turn Aaron away from horses. Rather, his interest bloomed in English riding. He was fascinated with hunter jumper and cross country - but to this day, dressage still baffles him. He loved the elegance and power all in the same horse, as it would bunch up and jump over a tall fence - many times in a row, and still be able to walk away with its pride intact and a glint in its eyes, even after a long, exhausting round. But Aaron knew that if his Dad ever found out that he was not interested in Western, and was more involved in the "sissy" world of English riding, his Dad would throw him out.
Well, Aarons Dad did find out. And he did throw Aaron out. With no family in the area to take him in, Aaron hitchhiked his was across the country, finally finding a home when he was 18. He stayed at a farm in West Virginia, where he made a deal with the ageing owner. He would clean all of the stalls every day, and excercise whatever horses needed working, in turn for free room and board, along with 3 meals a day.
This deal worked out very well for Aaron - he had a second job soon enough that provided some pocket cash, and between working with the horses and riding English style every day, Aarons skills flourished. When Aaron was 21, the lady who owned the farm where he stayed passed away. But in her will, she left Aaron one of her English horses, Ebony Thorns.
Aaron took Ebony Thorns, known affectionatly as Ebony, started his own riding career. Now with Ebony and Majorie, Aaron is well started and the world is just sitting and waiting for him.
This Is Who I am Ready to make a new start and a new person. Ready to break bad habbits, accomplish goals, and find love all at the same time.
» This Heart It Beats;
I Lust women
I Love confidence, trust, individuality
I Loathe blood suckers {women who stick like glue}, liars, cheaters
Maybe I loved not a single woman for more than a week
Maybe I Didnt n/a
» This Is How We'll Dance;
I Bow Down dude
I Am Awesome Slamming the door in his rustic, muddy blue pick-up truck, Aaron's boots kicked up a small cloud of dust as he made his way to the ASPCA. Walking around the main office, which was in bad disrepair, - the white pain chipping and quite a few shingles missing from the roof - Aaron made his way to the pastures. Many horses lingered around the fields, some large, some small, almost every horse skinny and malnourished.
Reading the signs on the pasture gates, Aaron found that there were 4 pastures for the mares, 4 pastures for the geldings, and 1 pasture for mares and foals. Looking around, Aaron saw many small, dirty mares, large, knockkneed geldings and even a foal who was so tiny he was surprised he or she was able to stand. He could tell that the baby was about a week old, but even for that new age she was tiny and frail - her dam must have been serverly malnourished during most or all of the pregnancy. Only such abuse could cause such a tiny, deformed baby.
Scanning the pastures one last time, Aaron saw many sad cases but nothing that caught his eye. Walking away, a tiny whinny floated to his ears and he turned sharply to the left. Limping from a small grove of pine trees was the dirtiest mare Aaron had seen in a long, long time. But underneath that dirt and muck and mire, Aaron could see a certain spark, a certain something that made him know for sure that he had found his next horse. He had found Majority Love.
{fyi...Majority Love is one of his horses I plan on registering if I am accepted, and that is basically her story that was sitting in my mind, just not written out...well, until now anyways. =] }
Thanks Isa for helping =]
