Post by Casper Rhett Pierce on Nov 28, 2009 16:20:31 GMT -5
Casper Rhett Pierce! STOLE YOUR HEART;
They call me Melancholy and I've shot for the moon 17 times.
You know you all love me and you can contact me via Pm.
Ktxbi.
They call me Melancholy and I've shot for the moon 17 times.
You know you all love me and you can contact me via Pm.
Ktxbi.
» There Goes my Hero;
The birth certificate reads Casper Rhett Pierce
But Everyone Calls MePeople just call him Rhett, Casp. Cas.
Ive Been Breaking Hearts for 17 years
The say I AmPart time stable hand, and full time Show Rider
Ive Been Told I Look Like Alex Evans
» Rock and Roll, Baby.;
I am so tall 5'8
And I Weigh 130'lbs
Ive Bee Ninked And Pierced With a raven entangled in a spiderweb on the back of my neck and I have a tongue piercing along with snakebytes.Tattoos: Casper has a tattoo of a raven getting entangled in a spiderweb on the back of his neck, but its mostly covered by his black hair. Along with that he has a small tatto on his left wrist, that is the image of a heart stitched up but still bleeding from a bullet hole. Now off from his tattoos he does have piercings, one piercing is hidden in his mouth, if you guessed right, then you said in his tongue. Thats right he has a tongue piercing, along with that he has snake bytes. Snake bytes are two piercing blow the bottom lip, that are spaced apart so they look like snake bites. They are commonly referred to angelbytes, which are actually above the upper lip.
They always say I look like DESCRIPTION- Tall and lean Casper is a walking beanpole, not much fat seems to cling to his body,probably because of his fast metabolism. Cas. weighs in at a normal 130 pounds and stands 5'8. He has striking blue eyes,rimmed with a thin line of black that compliment his pale , and narrowed face. His eyes are a little pushed back into his skull but that only seems to add to his handsomeness. His lips are thin and pale, and are an odd off set to him. He has plenty of muscle, but its modest. With nice sized biceps and an average six pack. He has a very pronounced scar on his left cheekbone and many people are content to stare at its odd shape, which resembles the moon in a crescent.
His face is very defined, and prominent and there is no blurging of the chin to the throat, you could call him cutlatch.Casper's nose has been broken many times so is a little out of place on his face.His face is narrow and give him a very strict appearance, along with his thin pressed lips. His high bone structure in his face givfes him an odd but exoctic look. His long legs are a little awkward on him, but hey he is a groing boy.
Scars: Being around horses and the stables all day is bound to give you some scars and boy does Rhett, have plenty of then. The most pronounced one people can see is the crescent shaped one on his left cheekbone, many people love to stare at it and make him feel awkward. Next is a long scar running my his shin to his ankle bone, its usually hidden under his jeans, seeing as he rarely wears shorts. And the last is the hoof shaped one he received when he got to close to a spooked stallion
This Is What Makes Me Stand Out Striking blue eyes, his piercings, odd accent.
» Chances Taken, Hope Embraced;
I Adore
girls
girls
Raman noodles.
horses
Dogs,snakes
chocolate
milkshakes.
fast food
Hanging out
Riding Condor
Training
Being at the stables
computers
Being left alone
Hanging with his twin Brother Jasper
Beer
Living la Vida loca
Money
Thoroughbreds
The Forest
Dark colors
Snickering inwardly at the world
Movie Theaters
Burgers
I Abhor
guys
bitches
snobs
know it alls
Horse or any animal abusers
cats
having to do homework
soccer- he sucks at it
cooking
being rejected
bad acting
dark chocolate
credit cards
his Aunt
Being told what to do
Not being free
Submissive people
Hypocrites
I Rock Show Jumping and endurance. Guitar.
I Suck Girls, Dressage. Cooking
I Do Plays with his piercings. Constantly running a hand over his hair.
I Want To win more competitions, maybe find the right girl.
I Fear Living past the people he loves. Losing Condor.
I Shut upIm in love with my brothers girlfriend
I am PERSONALITY -- Casper is intensely emotional and is always aware of the darker side of humanity. No he is not some sob story guy, who is so emotional that he cries at the drop of a hat, he just knows what he wants and why he wants it, most of the time. He is a mind dweller, always immersed in some expedition of thought, always there, but never quite there, he seems to be able to experience life at its deepest levels. He posses a will wrought of ion, and his parents always had a hellion on their hands, along with that he has a strong sense of ego. He has an unusual personal magnetism, and many of people seem drawn to him, hes a longterm kind of guy and if you ever catch him in bed, a passionate lover.
Intuitive to the point of annoyance for some, this boy picks up on everyones mood, he cant help but it just happens. Extremely ambitious Cas. tries to succeed in everything he does, even if it is a girl hes after. He seems to have a cloud surrounding his inner most thoughts, hes been with a lot of girls, but none have ever managed to catch his full attention. Yes, he can be the next
Arrogant son of bitch, at times he thinks he can get just about whatever he wants, and is thoroughly baffled when some don't pick up on his advances. With a penetrating mind set its hard for some to befriend Casper, he never has anything against cussing some one out for being in his way or some bull shit like that. He appears all nutty and tough on the outside, but in the inside,he is like all the teenagers growing up, annoyed and scared at how rapidly his world is seemingly changing. He is most secretive about his past, but mind you it was not a beauteous one. He has a tendency to brood and hold grudges if he thinks that you have committed some sort of treachery to him. If he thinks that then he becomes extremely suspicious and vindictive, and has been known to shut you out for a while before he comes to his senses.
Casper is a very obstinate being, and force anything upon him, watch his naturally rebellious side come out. He is also very secretive and loves to make people squirm beneath him. Like I said he can be a son of a bitch, and when hes like that don't ****in mess with him. If you so happen to get on his bad side, he will make sure to make your life a living hell.
» I Know I Won't Be Home At All;
I Came From Jane:Mother:Deceased:26: Was A Bartender Hugh:Father:Alive:28:A horse trainer.
I Share My Dna With Jasper:Identical Twin Brother:Alive:17:Same as Casper
I Come From Middlesborro:Kentucky
But I Live Here Now Pinewood
This Is Who I was HISTORY --
hobbies -- riding,swimming,archery
history -- Casper and Jasper were accidents, their mother had a one night stand with a drunk suitor. They were never supposed to meet again, but after about two months Jane realized she was pregnant. She called up the suitor, and at first he was angry, but soon came to accept it. He came to live with her and they found out that they were going to have twins. Thy spent months on names and finally came up with Caper and Jasper fr the jist of it.
When the time came for the two brothers to be born, Jane was terribly ill, her kidneys had shut down and all the medication she was taking could have made the twins deaf. When they were born, Jane was to far gone to keep on and died within the next five minutes of birth. At first Clay was mad, they had been an accident in the first place, and now they had killed Jane. He was resentful, and was borderline child abuse when he didn't feed the babies all the time, but he soon began to have fatherly instincts and changed his ways. Taking good care of them and everything,
Hugh was a horse trainer, and he took the boys out on a regular basis to the stables he worked for. Instantly the twins fell in love with the magnificent beasts and asked if they could learn to ride. The owners of the stables loved the little boys and often let them ride a kindly mare. Well they grew better and more advanced and finally there father bought them their own mounts.
The two were obsessed and loved to hang out at the stables, their Father often let them sleep over. Well one night when he was driving, a hurricane hit, he swerved off the road and was severly injured. Night and galed to the hospital, the doctors called the sons, and the kindly stable owners drove them to go see their father in his dying hours. But he had died before they got their, and they were sent to their repulsive aunt. She took care of them until they were sixteen and then shipped them off as fast as she could to Pinewood.
This Is Who I am Life sucks!
» This Heart It Beats;
I Lust heterosexual
I Love A girl with a good sense of humor. Brunettes and redheads,
I Loathe snobs, or girls he act like they own the place.
Maybe I loved Cindy Crawford.
Maybe I Didn't N/a.
» This Is How We'll Dance;
I Bow Down dude
I Am Awesome
They made a slow procedure, but they got there.So he had an addiction that couldn't be cured, and obsession that was to far gone for any to want an try. An easy fix that didn't require much, a dose of morphine from the world of reality. Horses, horses were his addiction, his obsession the reason he got up every morning with some odd feeling of relief, that no matter what the horses, the magnificent beasts would never judge him, or make a joke about the failures that came so valiantly in his life. Casper walked down the dirt path, his soft tread leaving foot prints and clouds of dust behind him.Like always his black hair shielded his magnificent, clearescent blue eye, keeping him distanced in a way from the world. He was wearing black jeans, converses and his favorite faded blue superman shirt, not caring on looking good any ways. Knowing Annie she would find some new way to dirty him up and wearing your top notch stuff to a stables, well say Austa Livasta. A small smile graced his pale features, the thought of the small, brown thoroughbred mare always brought him a smile. Some said she was to old and bent out of shape to be competing again, but to Casper, she was a faded star, that just needed a good polish.
He sped up his walk, long arms swinging loosely by his side. But since to day was so nice, almost every one was out and about grooming, going out for a hack or coming in from one, naturally deciding to avoid big crowds, Casp. angled his self for the back entrance to the mares stables. He walked to the long forgotten entry and gently pulled at the old and corroded doors, they swung up with a creak, that went through you like a laxative. He left it open, and walked down the isles, whistling a French lullaby, and on Que Annie popped her delicate head out, turning instantly to Casp. He walked over to her, and reached a hand up rubbing he small blaze, laughing softly wen she bobbed her head in contentedness. He walked away from her and went into the tack room, looking for the familiar black grooming box, seeing it he snatched it up and maneuvered out of the tack room which had become over run with eager students. Setting the box down by a pair of empty cross ties, he walked back to Annie's stall, and entered, putting up a hand and moving it to-wards her muzzle so she knew to give him so room. Being a wiser horse, she did as she was bid, and watched with a gentle curiosity.
He turned to his left and un-knotted the black,cotton lead rope, not bothering to snap it on, he had something else in mind. e slipped his hand through An's black halter and moved her out of her stall. She was an amiable soul and moved easy, not getting excited that she was out of her cell, she just bent her neck and stretched. Casp clipped her into the cross ties, and laid a hand on her rump as he moved behind he, reassuring An. that it was him. He reached into the tack box and grabbed a soft brush for her legs and face, knowing that she got irritated if he used the hard sole on her.
He got to work, knowing that Annie was a pro at getting dirty, no matter where they went. He finished quickly, brushing his self off and patting Annie good naturedly, and smiling to himself. He grabbed the harder brush and set to work on her upper body, sneezing every now and then, laughing at the comical looks he received. Finally finishing up on her, he fake applauded himself on his job well done. He put his stuff back into the tack box, and picked it up leaving Annie for a minute has he went to go put it back up. Moving into the now vacant tack room he placed his stuff back into his tack box, and drug out his lunge rope, a cavveseon, girth strap, his saddle, a saddle pad, bridle, gaiters, knee boots, hoof guards. Locking his trunk, he went back out to the cross ties, and and began to place the equipment on Annie.
Annie was out of practice, and today Casp and her were going to do some simple ground work to get her to remember and get her spark back. He took the lead rope and attached it to her and led her out of the stables, but she immediately moved into a trot, her eyes holding a feverish gleam. Aye, so she did remember, she moved forward but remembered who she was with and fell back, her neck stretched out in a valiant attempt to get closer to the indoor arena. He patted her neck and said "Soon Girl, Soon. I know your eager to get in there."
Wrenching open he doors, he let An trot through first, before closing the doors, not wanting her to get distracted by the outside world. There were a few simple jumps already set up by the earlier inhabitants. But before he did anything, he made An. do flexion, making her bend her muscles to limber them up and getting her ready for the burning sensation that would come. He trotted and cantered her in circles for a few minutes and then moved near her reaching up and snatching the lunge rope from its place on the saddle and replacing it with the lead rope.
Casper was staying grounded for this session, knowing it was better to slowly introduce himself to her over jumps. He set her up about ten paces away from the first jump, wanting o give her a good amount of time to ready herself. And then he moved his lunging whip behind her, the old girl moved off into a smooth canter, picking up a lofty pace as she approached the obstacle. And then she jumped, her seal brown body was poetry in motion, she was fluent, her muscles working with a skilled precision, her eyes giving off a radiant and exuberant glow. Casper was proud, everybody had given up on her, said she was to old and out of shape and practice to get back in the habit, but he knew she would prove them all wrong.
She cleared it easily next was a 3'4 cross-over she set her self up once again and took to the air with ease, her black mane and tail whipping the air. She landed almost perfectly, giving a slight buck at the end, just happy to be out on the course again. He shifted his position and weight, and flicked the whip behind her slightly, she picked up her pace and neared a jump that stood about 4'4. She hesitated for a moment at the larger jump, but corrected herself and jumped, her left forehoof clipping the rail. The sound spooked her a little, but she kept on, shaking her neck in the process.
Casp. nodded to himself, noting her every movement, memorizing where her flaws and perfections were. It was a picture moment, his face all scrunched up has he struggled to take everything in, nose and brow wrinkled with concentration. But then she faltered and picked up the wrong lead, and he shifted his weight back and to the left, and she picked up on his ques. Switching back to the correct lead, she bunched her muscles in preparation for the next jump. She was doing fantastic for a horse who was pastured for two years. Finally completing the small course, he slowed her and walked up to her, patting her goodnaturedly and hugging her pencil thin neck. "What a good Girl you are, what a good girl. Ya know you aren't so bad yourself."" she merely nickered and bobbed her head. Prancing in place, proud of her self and verbal praise.
He loosened her girth strap and checked her legs for any warmth and swelling, finding none, he removed her boots and knee guards. tossing them to the side of the arena. He then took everything off, except the cavvason and let her feel the cool air. But feeling extra playful she began to run around the arena like a young foal. Bouncing here and there, and sliding to a stop in front of Casp, as if begging him to come play tag. She kicked up the artificial dirt and bucked. Casper began to chase after her, it was war. She always tantalized him, never but a hairs breath away from him. It was a precious site, the troubled sixteen year old playing with the twelve year old mare, as if they had been friends forever. Carefree, Casp. didn't notice someone opening the door.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/font][/color]
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Thanks Isa for helping =]
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