Post by Caspard Lancelin Burdette on Nov 29, 2009 22:33:18 GMT -5
Lance! 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 Caspard Lancelin Burdette
But Everyone Calls MeLance
Ive Been Breaking Hearts for 22 years
The say I Am Show Rider and Lesson Instructor
Ive Been Told I Look Like Gaspard Ulliel
» Rock and Roll, Baby.;
I am so tall 6'5
And I Weigh 180lbs
Ive Bee Ninked And Pierced Caspard has a tattoo on his lower back, of a wilting tree, thats bent over and dieing. The leaves have left it and its shrouded in darkness, and theres words below it that read "Only God Will Judge Me.". Next is a tattoo on his right shoulder that is a graveyard with a particular tombstone standing out that reads "Here Lies The Heart of Caspard Lancelin Burdette.". and last but not least, is a Full Throttle Saloon Logo on his left ankle, he got it when he was drunk.
They always say I look like Caspard is a lean and muscular 6'5 French male, who weighs just a little over 180lbs pounds. So yes because he is British he has an accent that some people find adorable on him. Caspard has a fast metabolism, so he is constantly eating but never gaining weight, because of this he has a lean appearance which seems to add to the illusion that he is taller. Caspard has a pale complexion, which is a stark contrast against his dark brown and blonde hair. Some places on him a tanned slightly, but only a little. He cant seem to grow any tanner.
Don't mistake his tall and leanness as a weakness, because of the many hours spent with horses, he has grown lithe and quick on his feet, and he knows when is has the better against an opponent. His eyes are a striking, deep, ice blue that hold many secrets.His face is long and gaunt, his jaw is very sharp and ends in a V, sometimes he keeps a little stubble up there. Under his blue eyes are usually bags, from numerous sleepless nights, he suffers from severe cases of Insomnia. He has a narrow nose, that adds a more menacing appearance to him. He also has a scar running down his chest, he received it when he was charged by a stallion,, and he fell.
He sometimes lets his stubble grow, but most times he is clean shaven for when he teaches his classes.He does have washboard abs, that he does not like to flaunt, he only takes his shirt off if he is sleeping, wet or just needs to. Since he is very tall, is legs are long and tend not to fit many horses except Koda and Khan, but he has developed a special walk, that is a little bit showy, but not to much. You can usually find him wearing a clean white shirt, along with dark blue jeans and converse sneakers. But when its time for competitions he is clean shaven, his hair slicked back and his clothes spotless. Speaking of hair, his is a dark,rich brown hair in the winter, that fades into a light blonde in the summer, that is usually left in its natural state, messy, but he does brush it.
This Is What Makes Me Stand Out
Tall Stature, Cool Tattoos. Odd Accent.
Funny, humorous personality
» Chances Taken, Hope Embraced;
I Adore
Thunderstorms.
Rain.
Lightening
His horses Koda and Khan
his dobermans{Ajax and Deuce} and his pitbulls{Kaine and Spiderbait}
Woman with personality
People who aren't afraid to act like themselves around him
Having Fun
Playing Guitar
Rock Music
Reading A Good Book
Swimming
Running
Teaching his Students
Coffee
snakes
dogs
I Abhor
Being lazy
Being cooped inside.
Snobby People
Know it alls
Cats
Animal Abusers
Dressage
Sappy Movies
Feeling Useless
Getting Nowhere in Life
Nothing to Ponder
His alcohol Addiction
Lazy People
I Rock Teaching. Riding endurance and show jumping
I Suck Showing his affection in the open. Drinking
I Do Scrunches up his nose and eyes when he is thinking
I Want To find someone, and settle down and possibly have children
I Fear Hell go back to drinking
I Shut up Spent a year in rehab
I am Caspard is a good man and one to keep his word, if he makes a promise then he will try his damnedest to keep it. He tries to be an honorable man, and his deceased girlfriend was the only reason he was able to stop his alcohol addiction. He is generally a caring man, and once you work your way into his heart, you'll have a forever home. Though mind you he is very outspoken, and this trait in him is often taken as just plain bluntness. He does go through depression bouts, and when hes like this its best to just leave him be. A hardworking man, you will rarely ever catch him lazing about, and if you do its because he is overly tired, or off in his own world again.
Caspard prefers intellect over emotions, because emotions are dangerous, he filters his ideas and feelings through, and thinks that they give a more steadfast answer. But because he thinks like this he always has a fresh new perspective for most aspects of life. He loves to ponder about conspiracy, and speculating what and how people do things to each other. He also has a thing for coming up with weird solutions to peoples problems that range from brilliant to just ridiculous. He can be highly eccentric and is bored easily, so you’re always having to do new things to keep his interest on you. Caspard, at times, seems eccentric because he needs new original and creative thinking in his life, and it sometimes comes off as dangerous. Though he would never do anything dangerous on a horse. Often absent minded and in his own little world pondering about the many things in life, it can seem like he is aloof and standoffish. Extremely rebellious to the thought of conforming to society, he hates it when things are forced upon him, and if you want him to do anything for you, you have to make it seem like its his own idea. Always sticking up for the underdogs, Jasper has had some weird friends, but he doesn’t care he loves them all the same.
He is a fun guy to hang around with and is generally nice to everyone, and rarely starts a fight, but he sure will end one. Please do not get in his face, you do and watch the little green monster come sit on his shoulder, most times he is calm but if you touch him in a threatening way watch him blow. He almost always has a coffee nearby, he tends to overwork himself to much and stays up late. He is a hardworking man and throws himself into work, he is a person who cant stand it when something is incomplete.
» I Know I Won't Be Home At All;
I Came From Colette Anoria Burdette:Live:Mother:Age:54:Breeds French Thoroughbreds
Dartagnan Aromis Burdette:Live:Father:Age:56:Retired trainer, helps his wife with the breeding program.
I Share My Dna With Analeigh Galliard:Live:Sister:Age:27:Stay at home mom
I Come From Paris,France
But I Live Here Now Moving into a place at Pinewoods
This Is Who I was Caspards parents were born in France, and they met on a balcony on the Ifle Tower, and hit it off, after a few months they decided to move in, everything was good for about a year and then Colette announced she was pregnant with their first child. When Ana came home she was the families pride and joy, the thing of their attention. hat is until Colette decided to try again. Ana was adverted to the idea \, but soon warmed to the thought of a little sister she could play dress up with.
Well she was in for a surprise when she was told she was having a little brother. When Caspard came home, he was the center of attention, and Ana's jealousy came back, he grew up with her resenting him,but that didn't stop his exuberant personality. Well his parents bred, raised and trained French Thoroughbreds, so naturally he grew up on a sprawling 65 acre stables. He would watch his father for hours, and when he and his sister became old enough they received their own mounts. Their father taught them everything, and Caspard was a natural horseman, his sister was not.
She went back to resenting him, and even the horses, she was better at everything else, except that. As Caspard got older, his skill was apparent so his parents shipped him off to a French Riding school, where he finished early and got his degree. He went home to his folks for a while, then he met her. Grace Gailliard. They dated for about a year and he proposed, but around then he had a drinking addiction. Well one night they were out in a bar, and they were both inebriated, but he insisted on driving home. But he fell asleep at the wheel and crashed into a tree, Grace died immediately and he left there with nothing but a few scrapes and bruises. His drinking became worse, and his parents thought he would stay in a permanent depression. Worrying about him they sent him to rehab for about a year. He came back a new man, bu he still carried the guilt. Telling his parents he couldn't live here anymore, because of it.
He packed his stuff and left and sent for his dogs and horses only. He spent a few months bouncing from place to place, boarding his horses everywhere. Then he settled on a condo for the time being. He started his life and got a job as a bartender for few months, but his drinking urge came back, and he quit. He decided to refresh his degree and license for instructors, and began to look through the ads, looking for a stable that needed instructors. And then he saw the PineWood Stables, and he packed his stuff grabbed his horses and dogs. And moved to West Virginia. He bought a place here, and his currently moving in.
This Is Who I am Its good but it good be better.
» This Heart It Beats;
I Lust Straight
I Love Woman with personality and long dark hair, prefers it curly. But doesn't care. Maybe A Spanish Woman?
I Loathe He loves his tattoos, but girls with tats. on their faces is a turnoff. Along with people who hate horses.
Maybe I loved Grace Gailliard
Maybe I Didn't N/A .
» This Is How We'll Dance;
I Bow Down dude
I Am Awesome 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." They made a slow procedure, but they got 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.
Thanks Isa for helping =]
