' I've been waiting ' - Blaze - FINISHED!

[Blaze Solorre]

BLAZE! STOLE YOUR HEART;

They call me Cassidy and I've shot for the moon fourteen times.
You know you all love me and you can contact me via pm, email..
Ktxbi.

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» There Goes my Hero;

THe birth certificate reads Ashleigh Blaze Solorre
But Everyone Calls Me Blaze
Ive Been Breaking Hearts for twenty years
The say I Am was training to become a mechanic, but now isn't sure what to do.
Ive Been Told I Look Like Robbie Amell

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» Rock and Roll, Baby.;

I am so tall Five foot nine inches
And I Weigh one hundred - fifty pounds.
Ive Bee Ninked And Pierced none
They always say I look like
He isn't ridiculously tall, nor extremely muscular. You wouldn't find him dribbling a basket ball on a slippery court, nor would you find him scoring a touchdown- nosediving into the grass with a sudden leap. Still, something about this young man is rather eye catching, even without those qualities. His skin is deeply tanned to almost a coppery color- although a lot of that can be credited to his fourth-Indian heritage. The skin, as well as dark brown, almond shaped eyes show that he isn't completely American. And that is not a bad thing.

His complexion isn't that of sheer brawn and so much muscle that its just creepy- he doesn't exactly have a perfect six pack and 'pop-eye' arms. Not that he would care. He is however, undoubtedly in tip-top shape and messing with him is something that most people would try to avoid if possible. As he would put it 'laying there with bug eyes trying to lift up a couple of circles on a broomstick' just isn't a classy style, and he isn't about to waste his time doing such foolish things. No, any amount of muscle or strength would have to be credited to the hard work that he has put in when working with his Father to fix cars, or of course- horseback riding.

Black and rather unkempt hair laces his head in abundance, straight and basically growing everywhere without an exact style to call it. His cheekbones are set high and with eyes that can be so serious that you dare not look away from him, or that can look laughingly at you- they are a deep bay color with dark eyebrows to match. His mouth is curved into a permanent smirk, and most of his friends would say that it had grown that way after doing so too often. His teeth are fairly straight and although he doesn't have any sort of 'Hollywood' smile, it isn't too bad to look at.

Style is just a waste of good time in money to him, and it is a very rare event that he spends more than five minutes getting ready. Most of his wardrobe consists of t-shirts, jeans, and more t-shirts. He is very capable of looking nice, he just doesn't see the point in it. He isn't trying to impress anyone, so why look as if he is?





This Is What Makes Me Stand Out
His eyes seem to reflect whatever he is feeling. They are like little windows peering into the deepest parts of his soul at times...

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» Chances Taken, Hope Embraced;

I Adore
anything mechanical. Teasing other people, equines, his father as he had a very strong bond with him while growing up. Working hard.
I Abhor
being rather claustrophobic, he doesn't like being closed up- whether in a group of people or just a small area. Cats, obnoxious people.
I Rock
Very mentally and physically strong. A natural and confident rider. Good memory. He is also able to- to an extent- sense feelings.
I Suck
Doesn't always know how to react around girls because he never grew up with them. Often speaks when he should probably just be quiet. Gets annoyed rather easily.
I Do
Whenever he is uneasy or nervous, its harder than heck to get him to look you in the eyes. He will avoid looking at you whatever the cost.
I Want
To follow in his fathers footsteps.
To make something of himself.
I Fear
Close relationships.
I Shut up
none to speak of.
I am

Ashleigh 'Blaze' Solorre. With such a name as his, you'd have to expect something pretty darned unique right? Well don't get to disappointed here when I tell you that in your first meeting, the impression put upon you is nothing spectacular. Just your average sort of guy with a bit-too-thingyy attitude. Yes, it takes a bit more than just a few minutes around him to really see just what he's made of. But when you have, I don't believe you'd be disappointed.

Blaze is the kind of guy that just doesn't fit in perfectly anywhere he goes. Not really because he's 'gorgeous'; heaven knows that there are plenty of those boys in the world. [although he definitely isn't horrible to look at either .] Moreso because unlike everyone else in the twenty-first century, he prefers not to hang around in large groups. While every other young adult loves so spend their weekends partying, getting drunk, laughing, and forgetting about school- he would rather spend his time alone, or sometimes with a single friend. It isn't that he's 'anti social' or anything, really he's a rather pleasant person to be around, he just finds it easier to communicate with a single person than a bunch at once. I guess you could just say that he easily gets overwhelmed.

With good manners considering the fact that he's a guy and a friendly attitude once you get to know him- most people can warm up to him fairly quickly. In the beginning however, when he first introduces himself you would say that he was fairly blunt with his words, and that is because he has an attitude that plainly says that he doesn't really care if you like him. It can easily be admitted that you can sometimes feel a little uneasy around him. However, most people, as stated before- do seem to like him, and if not like him- at least put up with him.

Blaze is not the sort of person to beat around the bush. If he has something to tell you, by golly you'd better believe that he's going to say that. This quality can both be dispised and you could write him off as completely rude, or loved because you never have to worry about what he's thinking behind your back. He just plain says it. So I guess it depends on the way you look at his personality to determined just what category to put him in. Rude, or just...different.

Now Blaze doesn't crack jokes left and right as many people do, so you can't really classify him as some sort of informal comedian. He does, however, have a certain air about him that- when he does decide on saying something, you can bet your money that its going to be worth hearing.

Like almost every person who is crazy enough to live in a town known for its horses, Blaze has a strong like for the equine race. He is no fanatic for them as many of the teen aged girls in pinewood he will meet are, but he cannot help but having a certain respect for their strength, beauty, and power.

Well telling too much more about this young man would be giving away too much, although going on and on is a possibility. Instead though, I will leave you wondering just what else makes Ashleigh Blaze Solorre him and not some other person. And I will say to you- you've got a few surprises on your way.

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» I Know I Won't Be Home At All;

I Came From
Ashleigh Solorre.deseased.
Hawk Sollore.deseased.mechanic
I Share My Dna With
Caleb Solorre- 23 years old. Currently living in Phoenix Arizona. Ranch hand.
Jacob Solorre- 21 years old. Currently living in El Paso Texas college


I Come From Phoenix Arizona.
But I Live Here Now Pinewood, Virginia
This Is Who I was

The Solorre family was your average story. Two kids, a small apartment, fairly low income. Typical. Or atleast... it was up until the day that Ashleigh Blaze Solorre was brought into the world. At the time Caleb and Jacob, of one and three years old had been at their grandparents, and Hawk beside his beloved wife Ashleigh in a hospital room. You see, as is the case with many women, Ashleigh was having a difficult time having him, and had been through a very rough pregnancy. She was weak and sick from exhaustion. She'd had the same problem with her two other sons, but never to such an extent as this. 23 hours had already rolled by, and she was about to have a C-section. The doctors said she was too tired to have her baby normally now. Reculently, they had agreed- and now they were rolling her away to another room.
"Tell him that I love him." Ashleigh said wearily, patting her husbands hand. He smiled softly and nodded.
"I will."
What they two of them didn't know was that Hawk would have to be the one to tell all three of the children this time after time for her. And that after this day Ashleigh would never speak again to her beloved family.
Complications are a normal thing in pregnancy, as well as in giving birth. For that reason we have hospitals. What doesn't happen too often, however- is complications with both. The strain of it cannot be withheld for the average body, and this; I am sorry to say, is what took Ashleigh away. It was that day, just moments after giving life to her third son- that she left this world.

This was a very, very sad thing for Hawk. He loved his dear wife with everything he had, and her death caused great grief. However, instead of despising the tiny little boy who was handed to him hours later, the son who had caused his wifes death, it was then that a lasting friendship and attachment to the baby began. It started with naming him after Ashleigh, with the full name of 'Ashleigh Blaze.' And it only grew from there.

Hawk missed his wife terribly, but he found comfort in the little baby and two other boys that were- in a sense- a part of her. And instead of withdrawing from the world, he threw his weight into being the best father he could possibly be. There is not supposed to be a favorite child in the family, all kids are supposed to be equal. However, that did not happen in the Solorre family. Ashleigh, or 'Blaze' as he made everyone call him, was soon the favorite and he was his fathers constant companion.

Hawk was a mechanic, and had been one for many years- with his own small shop on the edge of town. And from the time that he was old enough, Blaze helped his father in the garage. Many people wondered how he would turn out, for he would not go play with other children when his other brothers did, but he and his father weren't worried.

It continued on like this until Blaze was in his mid teens, perhaps 17 years old. And then fate struck once more. While out working in the garage one afternoon, Hawk fell to his knees in pain, mumbling something incoherent about how his head hurt. The ambulance was quickly called, but it was too late. Hawk Solorre, the best friend of Blaze- had died almost on-spot of a broken blood vessel in his head. And Blaze was left alone.

Already Jacob had gone to college to make something himself, and Caleb- who was now 20 years of age - had moved a short distance to a large horse and cattle ranch to work there. Blaze now had the choice of either being fostered for the next year, or moving in with Caleb. He chose the latter of the two. Distraught, he attempted to look cheerful for Caleb's sake, and tried to help out when he could. The wiser, older brother knew different though.

It was about a month later that Caleb introduced Hawk to the world of horses. At the time he had his own paint horse named Comanche, and it was then that Blaze's attitude took a turn for the better. Quickly he formed a love for horses and their nature, and often sat and watched the other people around him ride. Soon he was learning to ride also, on his brother's horse. Much to his surprise, he was very good at it. Everyone would always make remarks about his natural ability, and although it embarrassed him, he also loved it. He soon became an avid rider, able to do as well as anyone who had ridden for twice as long as he had. And he was happy again.

He was now 19 years old but still, he refused to continue working on cars. It brought back memories too fresh to deal with. He wanted to do something new. It was then that he met 'Kismet', a fiery young horse who was for a time going to be trained as a ranch horse, but soon was just turned out into a pasture because of his sparky attitude and inability to hold still. He didn't like to be held back, and would spook the cattle when ridden around him. He refused to work with people and was as they put it 'a headstrong, flashy old mule.' They tried to force the spirit out of him, but he soon began to just plain refuse to come out of his stall, or would bite and kick. They gave up on him. For some reason, something about the reddish horse caught Blaze's eye.

It wasn't long after that Blaze- after saving up money from working at the ranch, purchased Kismet and began to work with him. It was a long process and grueling work, but soon the horse began to respond. a half year later the colt had made good progress and as a 3 1/2 year old he was both beautiful and a striking mover. He and Blaze had formed a bond that was unbreakable, and it was worth it. While no other person could get him to work with them, Blaze gently coaxed the animal into cooperating.

At twenty years old, Blaze now felt that he needed to do something with himself and get out from under Caleb's feet. He began to look around for ranching job. Soon a door was opened when one of the new ranch hands told him about a town called Pinewood in Virginia, a town with many horse-people and many jobs to be done. After thinking it over for a while he saved up as much money as he could to last while he was trying to find work, packed up- and started his long trek to Pinewood, where he would start over.

This Is Who I am none.

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» This Heart It Beats;

I Lust Straight, if anything.
I Love
A strong personality. Easy to talk to. Blue eyes?
I Loathe
Unfriendly or hard to get along with, people. Thinking you're higher than he is.
Maybe I loved
No one.
Maybe I Didnt
N/A

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» This Is How We'll Dance;

I Bow Down dude
I Am Awesome

Pinewood Virginia. His hands were stiff and rather cold as he turned the silver vehicle towards the sign welcoming him to the little town. Already he noticed many major differences between his home- or rather, his former home - in Phoenix Arizona- and he couldn't decide whether he liked them or not. Since dawn of yesterday he had been on the road, wondering just what Virginia was like. Matt had warned him of temperatures unbelievably cold, and snow. Tons and tons of snow. He hadn't really believed him. Surely Virginia couldn't be that much different from Arizona. Yes, the two states were on opposite ends of the United States but...Ashleigh Blaze Solorre took a single hand off of the steering wheel and flexed it gingerly. Obviously he had been wrong.

In the two thousand miles that he had traveled, scenery had changed drastically. The sandy ground and fairly warm temperatures of his home had begun to fade away into dying brown grass, then as he traveled on, to trees the size of mountains. Never before had he seen such large trees. The ones he had grown up with were scraggly with hardly and leaves. Not these. Evergreens grew everywhere, some even so close to each other that they tangled into one big mass of bark and needles. And now that he was almost as far away from home as he could possibly be, there was even snow decorating both the ground and everything else in a cold white powder. Snow. Never before had Blaze seen this stuff in person, for it was far too warm in Phoenix for something to happen such as that. It intrigued him. Or at least, it did until he had to drive on the snow's aftermath- ice. The roads were ridiculously slick and it took all of his attention to not slide across it. This is what caused his hands to hurt so badly. Gripping the steering wheel so hard for hours on end was excruciating... and that methodic thumping coming from the trailer behind his was not helping.

The cause of this sound was a liver chestnut gelding, and he was not happy about being stuck in this horrid moving stall for the past two days. He missed his open pasture with the prickly brown grass and many things to chase. His freedom to do what he pleased, and most of all- his friends. Because of this, the gelding had taken it upon himself to make this trip as horrible for his companion Blaze as it was for him- banging the metal loudly with his back hooves and scraping at the floor to make a screeching sound. It had all been fantastic entertainment up until a few hours ago, when he had finally gotten weary- but he would not give in. So every few moments he would give a half-hearted thud against the wall of his confinement, and let out a loud complaint that rung the ears of the driver in front.

Blaze sighed and replaced his hand on the wheel, letting his truck glide over the icy road to wards the town without much though. He was in a small town now, with a tack shop, a few restraunts, a skating rink, a rather deserted playground, and a few other shops and such. Branching to the right was what looked like a neighborhood, and farther back a few towering mansion-like homes. He knew that his new house would be nothing like either of those houses for now, so he didn't bother to drive that way. Instead he headed to wards the place that gave Pinewood its names. The stable.

Already he could see the outline of the barns, acres and acres of pasture with horses dotting them, and a large outdoor arena with a few people in it. Smiling to himself, Blaze pressed the gas forward just a bit more. Any place with horses is home. As if the gelding knew that their trip was almost over, he gave an extra-loud kick against the wall. Soon boy. Soon you can run again.

Ten minutes later the silver truck crunched onto gravel, pulling into the spacious stable yard. Blaze shifted the gear into park and taking a deep breath, turned off the ignition. Finally, they were here. Feeling the ground steady under his feet, the chestnut gelding in the back squealed indignantly. He wanted out. Now. Hurriedly Blaze jumped out of the truck and shuffled stiffly to wards the trailer door as sharp bangs started up again persistently. "I'm coming Kee! Calm down." Swiftly unlocking the door he stepped inside, dodging the horse's feet and swinging hindquarters as well as he could.

Moments later the fine-boned animal charged out of his prison, leaping out of the trailer and onto the powdery ground and dragging the dark haired young man behind him carelessly. His red-gold forelocks hung over his eyes in a tangled mess, but even from beneath the lush amount of hair it was easy to see excited coal-black eyes dancing underneath. His toned body rippled as the cold air swept over him and his thick legs pranced in place as Blaze struggled to get control of the horse once more.

"Steady Kee." The gelding paid no attention to his companion however, and swiveled around to take in his surroundings. Taking a huge breath of frigid air his whole body quivered, and with a loud blast he threw he dark head to the sky and let out his introduction to the new world he had literally jumped into. Here I am.

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Thanks Isa for helping =]

hopefully I did that right!

[Charlie Parker]

ACCEPTED!
Fantastic App!
Welcome to Pinewood!
Don't forget face claims and all that jazz.

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