taryn zell [DONE]

[Taryn Zell]

taryn.! STOLE YOUR HEART;

They call me taryn and I've shot for the moon 17.5 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 taryn hestia zell
But Everyone Calls Me taryn.
Ive Been Breaking Hearts for 19 years
The say I Am trying everything at this point
Ive Been Told I Look Like Ali Michael

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» Rock and Roll, Baby.;

I am so tall 5'7"
And I Weigh 115
Ive Bee Ninked And Pierced on my shoulder; but only once. A lion for the leo. A running male lion with shimmering gold coat, bright red/orange mane and tail that fade into a vibrant blue. Teeth bared.
They always say I look like such a rocker.

Taryn's one of those girl's that you don't notice at first, but when you do you really do. Though her body pulls itself just a bit above the regular height it's not very obvious at all that she can sometimes glance over top of others. Technically she has the stature of a model but seems to flinch when most people point it out; tall and slender. But it's not slender as much as it is lean. Beneath her frail exterior subtly toned muscles flex to give her the perfect strength for tossing hay bales and hauling tack all day. It seems like such a weird task for some one with her stature: so completely frail looking.

Atop her slender neck sets a face to please. Peace colored lips seem to constantly blossom into a gentle smile that drags an innocent light across her features. But such light ends at her eyes. Deep blue, either a very deep navy or more of gray, glow with the fiery daring of her spirit. A few freckles are scattered across her nose and cheeks and deepen in color under the rays of the summer sun. Down her back cascades the ripples of her all-natural prize. Falling in gentle curls to just above her waist, her read hair seems to glow softly in the sun. Above the thick lashes on her left eye her hair is cut and straightened into side-bangs.

Once you get past her defiant gaze you began to check out every inch of her style. For years upon years no body has been able to truly classify her style. It seems as though she can switch styles on a dime and feel comfortable in what ever she's wearing. Mostly though she'll be caught wearing something that gives her a subtle vibe of rebellion. From Doc Martens to a metal-studded belt and a dozen or so woven leather bracelets there is something about her that stands out at any given point; though she could also be caught in flip-flops or a blazer just as quickly.
This Is What Makes Me Stand Out barely anything at all.

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» Chances Taken, Hope Embraced;

I Adore rain, lightning storms, stars, comets, hoodies, destroyed jeans, bare back rides, pasta salad, Chinese food, dancing, laughing, playing pranks, photography, exploring areas, racing bare back, trying new things, snappy come-backs, reading, drawing, tumbling, swimming, large fields, labyrinths, morning coffee, sweat pants, charm bracelets, running and music..
I Abhor lectures; ignorance; idiots; condescending people
I Rock that whole confidence thing.
I Suck at backing down. ever.
I Do rub my birthmark occasionally.
I Want to try something new every day.
I Fear those spinny things on the playground 0=
I Shut up because i've done stupid things.
I am PERSONALITY -- me

fierce for every ounce!-- At first it seems that this girl is one of the quiet and laid-back types. But such accusations can be easily proved wrong. Taryn isn't afraid to speak her mind and definitely not afraid of what others think of her for doing just that. If she believes in something she has that annoying habit of not backing down if it comes to an argument. Though if it becomes obvious that the fight will escalate to something more she can take the hint and back away as to avoid major drama. She has a nice talent of keeping herself out of female-based drama though she believes some people need some sense stuck in their face.

bold but smart!-- It's very easy for her to catch attention because of what she does. What would that be? Anything. She doesn't seem to have a single fear and will do almost any thing that somebody dares her to; unless her common sense is screaming against. It's not that she's stupid she's just too adventurous when it comes to her own life. She's tried everything that has to do with horses, from jumping bareback to trying to stand on a walking horse. All because she wants to live. Adrenaline's a friend but she doesn't rely off it. She can survive off promise of adventures. The strange thing is she'd just as quickly sit down with a good book and spend hours reading, tucked between the lines of a good piece of literature.

such as a loyal listener!-- To every friend she makes she gives them the best support that she can in any way that she can. It's easy for her to accept some one and even easier for her to support them. She's not one of those people who will turn their backs, though she has been known to hold a grudge under the correct circumstances. But when two friends fight she finds it hard to pick a side, which usually causes her to become detached from the situation all together.

a dark side?-- That skill, that detachment, is more then just an occasional emergency button in her life. There are a lot of times in her youth in which she was forced to adopt a new style of coping; desensitization to the world around her. At a certain point she just seems to click off: a hollow, exasperated shell of her old witty mind. And much more..

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» I Know I Won't Be Home At All;

I Came From Frank Zell and Lisa Ann Zell
I Share My Dna With no one else.
I Come From Dublin, Ireland
But I Live Here Now some where (not sure yet)
This Is Who I was

Conceived in the United States her parents seemed like your every-day happy couple upon hearing the news. But there was a dark shadow lurking beneath their smiles that sent their relationship spiraling away before she was born. They didn't want a kid, and had no idea what to do with one. Trying to make a change for the better they moved themselves, fetus and all, to the beautiful scenery of Dublin, Ireland. There they desperately tried to cling onto their adventurous past life before the baby was born. But the time seemed too short and Taryn was born on August second under the sky of a raging storm.

Taryn was raised under the same impression that everybody else had; that her parents were completely happy and there was nothing for her to worry about except if she was going to get a swing on the playground. It had taken a month or two for her parent's instincts to kick in and they were truly wrapped around her finger for the majority of her first three years. But she recognized the difference in them and did the usual kid thing, think she could fix it. Slowly she adjusted her life to taking care of herself in every way that she could. Bathing, cleaning her room, practicing the accent-free English her parents were teaching her and attempting to feed herself. When she was ready for kindergarten she had already learned how to make simple meals like oatmeal and sandwiches. Enough to keep her satisfied.

When she was in fifth grade and almost fully independent, besides getting to school and things like that, her parents decided her mature enough to stay home on her own. They started off slowly: going on half an hour walks around the town and returning to their stoic-minded little child. Taryn wanted a sister, or a brother, to fill in the empty space that was their absence but instead was rewarded with a assortment of colorful salt water fish. They kept the child occupied for a little more then two months but after that the colorful scales and flashing fins were just a blur of color.

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When she hit sixteen she didn't throw a party, didn't celebrate besides leaving to get her permit. She walked the five miles there and back and when she returned fell asleep. Fights had been constant with her mother and she found that going out in the morning to school and sport and coming back for sleep before leaving again for the night was the best schedule in order to avoid fights. It seemed stupid to be doing what ever she wanted but she inherited her mother's powerful urge for action. Though she was quiet she was outspoken and was already excelling in schools and other activities. She was a successful flyer on the cheerleading team, skilled tumbler and track star when the season came. Her classes came easy with her focused that absorbed information like a sponge.

One night she found out about her mother's past life rising to the top of the equestrian-based world that had come to an abrupt stop. No questions were asked when her mother found her, just the uncomfortable silence that usually clouded their days. Sneakily her mother made plans for her to take lessons three times a week and that was the beginning of a perfectly good streak between mother and daughter; one of the first.

Her father was all but a ghost in the house, leaving early and coming home even later then his daughter. Never drunk. Never with out a purpose. Never there, either. Taryn stopped caring. Lisa Ann did, too. The innocent daughter believed that the divorce on the horizon was only a few months away but she was far off. Secretly they had gotten divorced before she had started first grade but kept the separation a secret for her protection. "Bull shit." Was her only reply. Surprisingly mother and daughter formed a tighter bond while Frank all but dropped off the face of the earth. She ignored his calls, letters and pleads. To avoid more stress Lisa Ann packed up her daughter and belongings and moved back to the United States. Taryn was seventeen and aloud to bring her horse back over seas with her; Quest For the One.

And the rest in simply stated-ancient history filled with heart break, drama and usual teen age crisis.
This Is Who I am lost some where between where people expected and where I was aiming.

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» This Heart It Beats;

I Lust straight
I Love tall, strong, bad boy.
I Loathe preppy good-boys
Maybe I loved let's not talk about it.
Maybe I Didnt N/A.

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» This Is How We'll Dance;

I Bow Down dude
I Am Awesome

Sun scratched golden scores across the room, cascading across the porcelain face that seemed pinched against what ever dream haunted it's mind. Taryn twitched against the heat of the sun, drawing the covers over her head in attempt to escape the rays. Still half asleep she expected to fall back into the patterns of her dreams but remained awake. "Sleep, sleep, sleep." She begged against the downy softness of her comforter. And to no avail. Slowly she pulled her body into an upright position, stretching her limbs one at a time in attempt to pull the grogginess from her muscles. The first few seconds of being awake were the worst: her muscles feeling weak when under her command and her eyes still blinking foggy dreams away.

Shuffling with the great coordination of a half-blind animal she made her way into her bathroom, splashing water across her face and turning the knobs on the shower to get the warm water running. As soon as it reached a decent temperature she stripped from her pajamas and jumped into the warming water. The quick, five-minute shower seemed to bring the life back into her gentle features. Quickly she changed into a pair of old jeans and green tee shirt, slipping into her boots on her way out the door. Her red pick-up truck waited in the parking lot and she climbed into the cab, feeling her damp mass of curls already drying under the sun's rays.

The morning was brisk and she was surprised that the clock already read eleven. She had planned on getting up earlier and beating the usual crowd at the tack shop but shrugged off the worry immediately. Nothing to lose hair about. As she pulled out onto the road she reclined happily against the old upholstery of the vehicle. When her mother had moved her and her fiery gelding back to the States she had bought the old truck as a gift to her daughter and had it tuned up a bit by an old family friend.

Now she lived just over twenty minutes away from her mom but they still retained their some-what new close bond. As for her father? His thoughts barely registered to her mind and no contact had been shared with him for almost two years. Taryn had no idea where he was or who he was at the this point but, to quote the song on the radio, her give a damn was broken.

[that was crap x= .. no muse but wanted to get it done.]

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Thanks Isa for helping =]

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[Charlie Parker]

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Welcome to Pinewood!
The secrets fears goals etc. should be in third person (she) not first person (I, my) but the rest of the app is good, so I see no reason to not accept you.[/center][/size]