Post by Temperance Ann Brown on Mar 1, 2010 11:40:27 GMT -5
Temp! STOLE YOUR HEART;
They call me Alyssa and I've shot for the moon 19 times.
You know you all love me and you can contact me via e-mail.
Ktxbi.
They call me Alyssa and I've shot for the moon 19 times.
You know you all love me and you can contact me via e-mail.
Ktxbi.
» There Goes my Hero;
THe birth certificate reads Temperance Ann Brown
But Everyone Calls Me Temp
Ive Been Breaking Hearts for 19 years
The say I Am Stablehand
Ive Been Told I Look Like Katherine McPhee
» Rock and Roll, Baby.;
I am so tall 5'7
And I Weigh 137
Ive Bee Ninked And Pierced 2 tattoos. 'hope' on her left arm. 'love' on her right arm, labret (lip piercing)
They always say I look like
Temperences's hair is the talk of her family. She's the only one with the flowing brunette hair. Her brown eyes usually look like she's a deer caught in headlights. She's never broken out in acne, so she has flawless skin. She's got abs you could die for. All the years of horseback riding keeps her in shape. Temp never rides in the summer with anything other than a tank top, so her tan is to die for too. But it doesn't look like those fake tans most of the girls in her hometown has. Most girls wouldn't be caught dead anywhere around a horse. They might get 'dirty'. Temp is the most tomboyish female in her old town.
She has never worn a dress, other than those Sunday best dresses her mother made her wear when she was a kid. She's perfectly fine in a pair of jeans (never riding pants unless she's in a competition), riding boots, or tennis shoes, and a t shirt or tank top. In the winter, she bundles up in name brand horse riding coats (courtesy of her wealthy family). Her name brand clothes are the only things that connect her to her family. She's got brown hair and brown eyes. Her family is full of blondes and redheads with blue or hazel eyes. She sometimes wonders if she even adopted.
Allthough she is an excellent rider, you aren't really a rider if you haven't had your falls. She had fallen off one of the horses at her family's stables a week before she moved here. She left arm is in a cast. She had fallen off over a jump and she fell onto the standard on her left arm and broke it. She had also sprained her ankle, broke her leg, bruised countless spots on her body. But the most permanant mark on her is the scar that goes up and down her back, where her spine is. It has nothing to do with horses. And she doesn't like to talk about it. But, maybe she will find someone here to open up a little to.
This Is What Makes Me Stand Out The scar on her back which some people can see when her shirt lifts up when she is riding or just walking.
» Chances Taken, Hope Embraced;
I Adore writing in her journal, being outside at night, listening to her Ipod while riding, pizza, orange soda, history/governmanet class when she was in high school, gummy bears, horses, dogs, her dog Winnie, who is a Saint Benard
I Abhor people who are snobby/stuck up (which were all the girls in her hometown), thunderstorms, swedish fish, cats, ciggerettes, people who hunt/hurt animals, people who don't treat their horses kindly and fairly
I Rock she is an excellent riding, getting countless ribbons in jumping competitions, she is very knowledgable in dogs, even more than horses, she has compassion for all animals, maybe not as much with cats, hehe
I Suck horses and stray dogs
I Do she is always biting or playing with her labret
I Want Own her own horse boarding and riding stable
I Fear She fears that she will get hurt riding and she will not be able to ride ever again
I Shut up When she was a little girl, she was in a car accident, that was her fault and hurt her back. She had to have surgery on her back (that is where the huge scar came from). Because of the car accident, her mother died. Her father was never in the picture, so friends of the family adopted her when she was young. But she thinks of the adoptive parents as her actual parents. She hates talking about it.
I am
Temperance is out going pretty much, but she has her moments. She has built up a tough exterior. She's doesn't let anyone in, but she likes people and will walk up to anyone to say hi. But try and ask her about her past. She gets quiet and does not talk. Either that or she says three words and then shuts down. She is always talking to her horse, Spirit. So, if you catch her at the right time, you might overhear her talk about stuff she never tells humans.
She is very close to her horse. She raised him by herself since he was first born. His mother died giving birth. She now knows how much responisibility it is taking care of a horse. She has had Winnie, her Saint Benard, since she was a puppy. But, a horse is different. She is very independent and she takes care of her two animals by herself and hates when other people take care of them. She sometimes declines help, evern if she needs it.
Her independence sometimes makes it hard for her to make friends, some people think she's stuck up. her parents ave told her she need to lighten up and she's trying. But it's hard to change her way cuz it's how she's been her whole life. She's tired of being alone. Just her and Spirit, and sometimes Winnie, in the barn at her family's. So she moved to Pinewood. Hoping to open up a little more and make some new friends. Maybe some lifelong friends.
» I Know I Won't Be Home At All;
I Came From
Karen Brown -42- Riding and Boarding Stable Owner
Roger Brown -46- Large Animal Veternarian
I Share My Dna With n/a
I Come From Tyler, TX
But I Live Here Now Pinewood
This Is Who I was
When Temperence was around 10, her and her mother were going to the feed store with the trailor attached to their truck. Temperance was being ranbunctious and disturbing her mother while she was driving. While her mother looked away from the road trying to calm her down, the truck swerved to the other side of the road and her mother swerved at the last minute, or so she thought. She truck her her mothers side of the truck and instantly killed her. The truck was flipped over, with the trailor dragging the down a steep embankment. Temperence was thrown from the passenger seat (she was not wearing her seatbelt). She had hurt her back. She does not remember anything that had happened other than her mother dying, and the scar that runs up and down her whole back.
She was in the hospital for a long time, recovering from her sergery, and they had to find a temporary home for her until they could find a permant one. Her mothers funeral was held two weeks after the accident. And her mother's childhood friend, Karen, and her husband, Roger, visited Temperence in the hospital after the funeral. Temperence did not know her mother died until that day, when Karen told her. No one could find her father, so she was taken into the care of Karen and Roger. Two months after she left the hopital, she was legally adopted.
She did physical therapy on Karen's horse riding stable and boarding stable. After two and a half years of Horseback Riding Physical Therapy, she was almost back to normal, physically anyway. Around that time, one of their horses was pregnant. And Karen decided to let Temperence take over the birthing, with Roger at her side since he was the veternarian. The mare collicked while giving birth and died shortly after the foal was born. The foal was in Temperences hands. She nursed him, kept him warm, trained him when he was old enough, entered him into competitions.
She had always considered Karen and Roger her real parents, since her mother died when she was young and her father was never in the picture. They always treated Temperence as thei own, as they never had any children biologically of their own. When she turned 18, and graduated high school. She was ready to pack up and leave so she can move on her own. Allthough she didn't leave until she was 19. It took her a year to find a place to live, buy a truck (Karen let her have one of their trailors) to haul Spirit, the foal she raised, who was now 6. When she was 14, her parents also gave her a dog for company when she could not ride because of back pain (her pain continued until she was 16). Winnie, the Saint Benard that her parents gave her was now 5.
This Is Who I am Allthough she had a rough childhood, with her mom dying and her back, she has a pretty good outlook on life. She has her horse, her dog, and now, her own place.
» This Heart It Beats;
I Lust straight
I Love Blue eyes, light brown hair, tattoos
I Loathe BO, doesn't care what they look like, facial hair, someone who doesn't like horses
Maybe I loved n/a
Maybe I Didnt n/a
» This Is How We'll Dance;
I Bow Down dude
I Am Awesome This is from an RP I used to belong to, a couple years ago.
Yes mother.....Do I have to?.....Fine....I'll try today.....I don't know yet.....Bye, love you. Spencer closed her cell phone and stood up from where she was leaning against the barn outside. It was bright and warm outside so she wore her work tank top with the barns logo (an outline of a horse jumping an oxer) and the word 'staff' in big, bold, white letters under it. On the front left side breast pocket, it said 'Stonecreek Stables'. she also had on her black capris that she always wore while riding when the weather was nice outside, and black paddock boots.
Before she got to Mountain's stall, she stopped by the tack room to get a grooming kit. She had all of Mountain's stuff in a large, blue truck with the initials "SDS" on the front. She opened the trunk and pulled out the yellow grooming box and closed the trunk. She examined one of the brushes that was sticking out and noticed that it still had hairs in it from Mountains last grooming. She decided to wait until she got to the grooming stall to clean the brushes.
She dropped off the grooming box at the grooming stall before she headed down to Mountains stall. As she got to Mountain, she realized that she forgot a lead. She walked back to the tack room and got one of the leads on the hook next to the door. She was going to get Mountains lead from the trunk, but she really didn't feel like it. She took one of the leather ones, because they were more stronger.
As she got closer to his stall, again, she could hear him pawing at the stall door and had his head over the door, whinnying at her. Mountain, calm down. As soon as she opened the door, Mountain tried to push past her. Spencer was ready though, she already had her shoulder towards him and when he tried to push past her, she pushed back. Back! She yelled at him. He backed up, but only a little bit. In a couple weeks, hopefully, he'll back up without her having to push him back or yell at him. She quickly snapped the lead on his halter and led him out of the stall. He danced in circles around Spencer as she tried to calm him down.
Thanks Isa for helping =]
