Blair Aldridge

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Blair Aldridge! STOLE YOUR HEART;

They call me Blair and I've shot for the moon 16 times.
You know you all love me and you can contact me via pm.
Ktxbi.

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» There Goes my Hero;

THe birth certificate reads Blair Love Aldridge
But Everyone Calls Me Blair
Ive Been Breaking Hearts for 16 years
The say I Am unemployed.
Ive Been Told I Look Like no celebrity.

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» Rock and Roll, Baby.;

I am so tall 5'5"
And I Weigh 110 Ibs
Ive Bee Ninked And Pierced no piercings
They always say I look like
Blair isn't very tall, just 5"5'. She's 110 pounds, pretty thin. She has rather muscled calves and thighs, because of her many years of riding experience. Her hands look dry and scaly, also because of her riding. She has very soft features and looks almost chubby in the face. When she smiles she has the cutest dimples ever, but that's beside the point.

Her eyes are so dark that people often come up to her asking where she got pitch black contacts. Of course, she tells them it's natural. These ever-so-puzzling eyes are deep brown and almond shaped. Her skin is very light colored, making her eyes prominent. Her hair is long, a little past shoulder length. It's pitch black, due to her asian roots. It's layered short at the top, cascading down to be thin at the bottom. She has short bangs that fall over her left eye. She has very small ears.

Blair likes to dress uniquely. If it was socially acceptable to where a sweatsuit everywhere you go, she probably would. Unfortunately, for her, it's not. So, normally she ends up pulling on some skinny jeans and a tight-fit t-shirt. She loves converses and vans. She's terribly afraid of needles, so no piercings for her, or tatoos.
This Is What Makes Me Stand Out She has very, very dark brown eyes, almost black. Her hair is normally teased.

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» Chances Taken, Hope Embraced;

I Adore horses, music, Indie, my guitar, polka dots, dinosaurs, black, converse
I Abhor preps, cutters, knocking down rails, showmanship
I Rock guitar, show jumping, braiding manes
I Suck being social, showmanship, dressage
I Do bites nails, stammers, talks to herself
I Want to jump 6 feet, finish a novel, make a record
I Fear Indie dieing, falling over a jump, losing her loved one
I Shut up never been in a relationship, parents died in a car accident
I am
Blair likes to snap at most. She's not always fierce, though. Whenever she's alone or with her her horse, Indie, she's very sweet and cooperative. If she could get into a solid relationship, that might change. Many people say her attitude is because of her loosing both her parents at an eary age. She's learned to live by herself for eleven years of her life.

She loves all animals, of course. Blair is very touchy when it comes to veganism and her beliefs about animal cruelty. She's a strong and determined about her activism and enjoys protesting, peacefully, at the local hot spots, if permitted. She doesn't warm to many, unless they share ideas and point of views. Her only passion is show jumping. That, and cute cartoon dinosaurs.

Blair is rather secretive. She goes silent and won't talk to you anymore if you ask her about her parents. Normally she is very quiet and shy, but will jump on you if you mess with her. She's known to lie about her feelings. She doesn't make friends very easily.

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» I Know I Won't Be Home At All;

I Came From Marissa Aldridge (dead) and Ben Aldridge (dead)
I Share My Dna With no one
I Come From Ewell, London
But I Live Here Now Foster Parent's house (Springwood)
This Is Who I was
Blair was born in a black Lincoln on the way to the local hospital. She was born without problems, dispite the large stain on the passenger seat. She was raised in a small appartment in London, loved dearly by her parents. Her parents had come to London on their honeymoon, but had loved it so much they decided to stay. On her first birthday, they decided to get her a foal she could grow with. They bought their darling little girl a solid black, yearling filly. The horse was estimated to grow to be only 12 hands due to a birthing problem.

On Blair's fifth birthday, her parents took her to a huge Three Day Event. Her horse was in the competition with a professional rider. Indie had grown to be over 15 hands tall, a true miracle horse. Blair adored her. Dressed in their finest clothes and with a horse trailer attached to the back of their new Ford, they headed off to the horseshow. Indie placed second in both dressage and show jumping.

On their way home, they were all very tired. Little Blair sat in a booster seat in the back of the tan truck. She had bows tied in her hair and a pretty pink dress on. They didn't notice when the light turned red. They didn't notice the transfer truck. They only noticed when they heard shrill whinnies and their truck, trailer included, when rolling down a steep imbankment. Indie had escaped, barely, right before the plummet. The next morning, ten hours later, rescue crews pulled a silently sobbing Blair out of the death trap that had killed both her parents. Her dress was ripped all the way up the back, the bows hanging limp. The first thing she said was 'Where's my horse?'

She was put into an orphanage in West Virginia for eleven years, where she still lives at today. She doesn't remember much of that fateful night, except that she has an intense fear of trucks. Indie also bears many scars, but is in wonderful shape. One of these scars, a jagged lightning bolt along her back, makes her stand out among most horses where she is boarded. The two now live scarred, and miraculous, lives.
This Is Who I am alone, moved on since her parents' death, needs someone to hold her and tell her everything's alright

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» This Heart It Beats;

I Lust straight
I Love black hair, hair flips, show jumpers
I Loathe cutters, blonde hair, face paint
Maybe I loved none
Maybe I Didnt n/a

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» This Is How We'll Dance;

I Bow Down OH MEH GEE
I Choose Blair
I Am Awesome
(from Wolves of the Mist: A Wolven Legend)

Light frowned as he patrolled the borders, as he did every day. No wolf was out today, seeing as sickness had plagued the forest since Twilight knew when. He coughed raggedly and that ownly made him scowl more. He began to wonder why he even came out in the first place. His fur was ragged and his claws where unkept. His eyes were puffy and glassy. With those looks he could probably scare away a badger.

For the past moon nothing had came near the border. No creature felt like it. But lately, some were bouncing around like they had just taken down an entire herd of the juiciest elk you've ever eaten. Like his own healer, Tisana. She was just as perky as ever, but tired from tending for so many. Even her mood had been dampened slightly. Very slightly, though.

The big white alpha's head shot up. He smelled something. Elk? Deer? Rabbit, even? He opened up his maw slightly. No, not elk, deer, or even rabbit. It was the distinctive smell of his daughter, Dorokiba. He smiled for the first time in what seemed like moons. "Kiba?" he called. "Why are you this far from camp?"

Red eyes glared at him through the brush. "No, not you, too. he breathed.

The stages of the disease were simple. It all began with a ragged cough, then fur loss, difficult breathing, spitting up blood, and then you go mad. A very rabid Kiba stepped out of the brush. "Hello, Daddy Dearest." She growled in a low, sinister voice. She lept, teeth bared and claws extended.

"NOOOO!" Light sat up straight in his nest, shivering and sweating. He coughed and blood poured from his maw. The tears fell. "Twilight help me."

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Thanks Isa for helping =]