Post by Aurora Ashton on Dec 8, 2009 4:12:25 GMT -5
I just want to say, I've not seen an application form like this ever, and I'm a little scared of it, so if I get something wrong, please tell me and I'll fix it ;D
Please attribute all screw-ups to my misunderstanding. Also, I'm sorry but I changed the pink. Bright pink + desaturated green = eyesore <3
» There Goes my Hero;
THe birth certificate reads Aurora Ashton
But Everyone Calls Me Rory, or they die
Ive Been Breaking Hearts for 24 years
The say I Am Equine Scientist
Ive Been Told I Look Like Julia Stiles
» Rock and Roll, Baby.;
I am so tall 5'2"
And I Weigh 56kg
Ive Bee Ninked And Pierced Black ink Southern cross on inner ankle, peirced ears
They always say I look like
Skin: Pale, clear creamy skin that tans lightly but does not burn too easily (surprisingly)
Face: Rounded heart-shaped face with high cheekbones, long, sloping jawline and small, rounded chin. Her long neck is accented by her cropped hairstyle. Nose is straight in profile, but is small and feminine.
Eyes: Dark chocolate brown in colour, large in size and almond shaped; intelligent and focused. Her eyelashes are light brown, rather than dark, because she is naturally fair. Eye brows are manicured into a slight arch.
Lips: Pale rosy pink, quite delicate and slightly thin. Equally capable of a smile as the more common snarl.
Hair: Layered and shaped to the chin, naturally wavy, and generally worn without any styling. Sometimes dons a black elastic headband or a plain bandana. Colour is a dark golden blonde with natural light caramel highlights.
Physique: Slender build with small breasts, sloping shoulders, narrow waist, long legs and a lean frame that is maybe a bit overly muscular from her old gym habits. She has a nice backside on her though, which makes her feel more like a woman and makes her less annoyed about what she feels is a boyish figure.
This Is What Makes Me Stand Out Probably her deliberate preferance to not stand out for any physical reason.
» Chances Taken, Hope Embraced;
I Adore
Horses
Riding
Cartoons
Comics
Computer Games
Pets
Alcohol
Pasta
Meat
Sex
Sarcasm
Education
Reading (fiction)
Intelligence
Metal Music
Solitude
Rain
Cold Weather
Night Time
Naps
Laziness
Practicality
Sensibility
Aetheism
I Abhor
Hot Weather
Romance
Vegetarians
Ditzy Girls
Arrogance
Ignorance
Stupidity
Irresponsibility
Animal Cruelty
Liars
Self Rightousness
Vanity
Excuse Makers
Religious Zealots
I Rock At sniping you with wit, at knowing all the theory and science behind most anything, at drinking you under the table, at guarding my feelings.
I Suck At riding, to be honest, and feelings, and social interaction, holding her temper and other stuff that she doesn't really care about.
I Do Bites her bottom lip when annoyed or frustrated. Fidgets and bites fingernails when stressed. Thinks first, talks later. Methodically cleans when upset.
I Want To be a good rider, to cure the world of morons.
I Fear Falling in love, losing my sharp mind, dying alone, falling
I Shut up Hot weather blows. Oh wait, that's no secret...
I am Easy going and cool mannered for the most part with a wry, clever sense of humour. The quiet type that, though they are certainly friendly and helpful for the best part, doesn't seek out the approval of the masses. Logical to a fault she prides herself on her abject Aetheism, her behavioural analysis approach to riding and training and her ability to judge whether or not a person is worth her time at first galnce. She is a good judge of character that way; probably because she knows how to keep her mouth shut and observe, a trait that helps her immeasurably with her equine interactions.
Rory can, however, be too serious sometimes, missing a joke or taking one the wrong way, and she is not a fan of frivolity or silliness at all. She is intolerant to ignorance, stupidity and profound vanity, and is likely to be the first one to slap the "it" girl when she's being overbearing or catty. Not at all catty herself, though others frequently mistake her rather factual and blunt honesty for bitchiness. Those who know her know better than this and understand that it is "just her way". Obviously she pays no heed to her own vanity either, but is secretly as proud of her looks as the next girl; however she minds them in a significantly more practical manner rather than high maintenece glamour.
Tomboyish, practical and smart, with a sarcastic bite in her tongue, you'd think she would be unpleasant or dull to be around. Rest asured that her scathing remarks and physical temper are reserved only for those that scrape the down to earth good nature off of her first. In extreme cases when Rory is just pushed too far, most often where mistreatment of a horse has occured or stupidity is rampant, she is known to resort to physical violence.
» I Know I Won't Be Home At All;
I Came From
Christopher Ashton -- Allied Mills Regional Manager
Anne Marie Ashton -- Telecommunications Center Associate
I Share My Dna With None
I Come From Buxton, NSW, Australia
But I Live Here Now Virginia, USA?
This Is Who I was
Growing up in a regular Australian family South of Sydney, in a rural town called Buxton, Rory had always wanted a horse of her own. The country suburb had paddocks all around, and she often witnessed her school mates riding their horses in the afternoon on the drive home. However, her parents thought the sport far too dangerous for their only little girl - and insisted to the 10 year old Rory that she didn't know enough about horses to have one of her own. Besides, they said, horses are too expensive. Lies, thought the young Rory. So she set about learning everything she could about them from a young age; starting at the bottom from coat colours and markings, working her way to be an expert of genetics and horse behavoiur by the time she had turned 22, having by that time also graduated with Honours from Charles Sturt University in Wagga Wagga with a Bachelor of Equine Science.
During her 4 year tertiary education she took up lessons on a friends horse boarded at the Uni's research farm, a cranky, portly beast named Boon, but her technical, book learned prowess advanced her physical skills so rapidly that she soon outgrew him. Using her horsey education she got a part time job at a nearby Australian Stock Horse stud farm, where she exhanged some of her pay for lessons - this time on a regal old dapple-grey Stock Horse gentleman named Sir Windsor. Her riding skills skyrocketed, as did her hands on knowledge about horses from observing and working around the farm.
In between classes Rory, becoming increasingly lured by the apparent excitement of competition, began to compete in show-jumping and dressage at D grade on Windsor, pulling in a few firsts here and there, getting better and better as she moved up the rungs with her gentle mount. With eventing growing from a little spark of interest to a full blown flame of passion in her mind, and her Uni days two years of full salary behind her, she could finally afford her own horse. She was lucky to secure a hefty discount on him also, sort of as a parting gift from her employer at the Australian Stock Horse stud farm; which was exciting for her as she had developed a certain fondness for the gentle, brave and athletic breed.
This Is Who I am Apprehensive about being in a whole new country, hoping against hope that everything will be fine, scared to hell and back about failing; but won't show it.
» This Heart It Beats;
I Lust for guys (Straight)
I Love
Dark hair
Sweetness
Intelligence
Honesty
Dorky style
Dark clothes
Nerdiness
Interesting
Charming
Nice smile
Nice voice
Thin-med build
I Loathe
Bulging muscles
Red and blonde hair
Short haircuts
Frat boys
Jocks
Vegetarians
Arrogance
Ignorance
Stupidity
Irresponsibility
Liars
Self Rightousness
Vanity
Excuse Makers
Religious Zealots
Maybe I loved Never
Maybe I Didnt Never
» This Is How We'll Dance;
I Bow Down rulephrase <-- What's a rulephrase, sorry?
I Am Awesome
"Ah Rory, we hate to see you go love." The owner had said to her, the day Rory had announced her departure to a presegious farm in the USA, "Especially 'cos we'll be losing ya to those 'Mericans." He had joked, before wrapping his arm clean across her slim shoulders and roughly directing her to the open, sunny stalls in the stable block. "You said you were looking for a nice little horse of your own to get you started, yeah? Well, how about this bloke?" He announced ungraciously as he thrust his large, weathered hand at the large horse snoozing in his stall. Immediately Rory's eyes lit up, her usually stoic face erupting in a broad grin. She tentatively walked closer to the stall, petting the horse on his ashen muzzle as he poked his chisled head over the half door to say hello. He was a lovely horse, most captivating was his expressive mocha eyes, and his lean, muscular conformation with his sleek, sloped shoulders, strong back and his deep haunches held so squarley and neatly on fine hooves just screamed his athleticism.
"He's a beauty..." She uttered breathlessly, wondering how she hadn't seen this fellow about the stables before. As quickly as she wondered her question was answered, some rich little girl "up Sydney way" had been bought him as a gift, but when she complained about his height he was sold again, to here, for a modest price; the previous owners not really recognising his value. The story goes that they bought their little girl a nice little Welsh pony mare instead.
"Yeah, he sure is, we'd be keeping him as a stud if he hadn't already been snipped. Fine Aussie Stock Horse for sure. His name's Butterscotch Snap, like the lolly, 'cos of his coat I guess, same sort of cream gold colour. I don't know where the "Snap" comes from - horses pick up such funny names." He says, and continues to talk on, despite Rory's ignoring of his while she stares at the young gelding, watching him watch her, already imagining being on his back putting him through his no doubt perfect paces. She reaches across and clicks her fingers gently by his ebony lips, and smiles as he discourteously begins to nibble them, his long smokey ears tilted forward in interest. "I dunno what they called him, though -"
"I'll call him Snaps." Rory states, still smiling as she plays with the gelding, softly teasing his velveteen mug.
"Alrighty, I take it you'll want him then?" Laughs the owner, patting her bruesquly on the shoulder before taking the horse's soft leather halter down off the nearby hook and pushing it into the unoccupied hand of the young lady. "He's yours."
Please attribute all screw-ups to my misunderstanding. Also, I'm sorry but I changed the pink. Bright pink + desaturated green = eyesore <3
Rory! STOLE YOUR HEART;
They call me Cindy and I've shot for the moon 19 times.
You know you all love me and you can contact me via email.
Ktxbi.
They call me Cindy and I've shot for the moon 19 times.
You know you all love me and you can contact me via email.
Ktxbi.
» There Goes my Hero;
THe birth certificate reads Aurora Ashton
But Everyone Calls Me Rory, or they die
Ive Been Breaking Hearts for 24 years
The say I Am Equine Scientist
Ive Been Told I Look Like Julia Stiles
» Rock and Roll, Baby.;
I am so tall 5'2"
And I Weigh 56kg
Ive Bee Ninked And Pierced Black ink Southern cross on inner ankle, peirced ears
They always say I look like
Skin: Pale, clear creamy skin that tans lightly but does not burn too easily (surprisingly)
Face: Rounded heart-shaped face with high cheekbones, long, sloping jawline and small, rounded chin. Her long neck is accented by her cropped hairstyle. Nose is straight in profile, but is small and feminine.
Eyes: Dark chocolate brown in colour, large in size and almond shaped; intelligent and focused. Her eyelashes are light brown, rather than dark, because she is naturally fair. Eye brows are manicured into a slight arch.
Lips: Pale rosy pink, quite delicate and slightly thin. Equally capable of a smile as the more common snarl.
Hair: Layered and shaped to the chin, naturally wavy, and generally worn without any styling. Sometimes dons a black elastic headband or a plain bandana. Colour is a dark golden blonde with natural light caramel highlights.
Physique: Slender build with small breasts, sloping shoulders, narrow waist, long legs and a lean frame that is maybe a bit overly muscular from her old gym habits. She has a nice backside on her though, which makes her feel more like a woman and makes her less annoyed about what she feels is a boyish figure.
This Is What Makes Me Stand Out Probably her deliberate preferance to not stand out for any physical reason.
» Chances Taken, Hope Embraced;
I Adore
Horses
Riding
Cartoons
Comics
Computer Games
Pets
Alcohol
Pasta
Meat
Sex
Sarcasm
Education
Reading (fiction)
Intelligence
Metal Music
Solitude
Rain
Cold Weather
Night Time
Naps
Laziness
Practicality
Sensibility
Aetheism
I Abhor
Hot Weather
Romance
Vegetarians
Ditzy Girls
Arrogance
Ignorance
Stupidity
Irresponsibility
Animal Cruelty
Liars
Self Rightousness
Vanity
Excuse Makers
Religious Zealots
I Rock At sniping you with wit, at knowing all the theory and science behind most anything, at drinking you under the table, at guarding my feelings.
I Suck At riding, to be honest, and feelings, and social interaction, holding her temper and other stuff that she doesn't really care about.
I Do Bites her bottom lip when annoyed or frustrated. Fidgets and bites fingernails when stressed. Thinks first, talks later. Methodically cleans when upset.
I Want To be a good rider, to cure the world of morons.
I Fear Falling in love, losing my sharp mind, dying alone, falling
I Shut up Hot weather blows. Oh wait, that's no secret...
I am Easy going and cool mannered for the most part with a wry, clever sense of humour. The quiet type that, though they are certainly friendly and helpful for the best part, doesn't seek out the approval of the masses. Logical to a fault she prides herself on her abject Aetheism, her behavioural analysis approach to riding and training and her ability to judge whether or not a person is worth her time at first galnce. She is a good judge of character that way; probably because she knows how to keep her mouth shut and observe, a trait that helps her immeasurably with her equine interactions.
Rory can, however, be too serious sometimes, missing a joke or taking one the wrong way, and she is not a fan of frivolity or silliness at all. She is intolerant to ignorance, stupidity and profound vanity, and is likely to be the first one to slap the "it" girl when she's being overbearing or catty. Not at all catty herself, though others frequently mistake her rather factual and blunt honesty for bitchiness. Those who know her know better than this and understand that it is "just her way". Obviously she pays no heed to her own vanity either, but is secretly as proud of her looks as the next girl; however she minds them in a significantly more practical manner rather than high maintenece glamour.
Tomboyish, practical and smart, with a sarcastic bite in her tongue, you'd think she would be unpleasant or dull to be around. Rest asured that her scathing remarks and physical temper are reserved only for those that scrape the down to earth good nature off of her first. In extreme cases when Rory is just pushed too far, most often where mistreatment of a horse has occured or stupidity is rampant, she is known to resort to physical violence.
» I Know I Won't Be Home At All;
I Came From
Christopher Ashton -- Allied Mills Regional Manager
Anne Marie Ashton -- Telecommunications Center Associate
I Share My Dna With None
I Come From Buxton, NSW, Australia
But I Live Here Now Virginia, USA?
This Is Who I was
Growing up in a regular Australian family South of Sydney, in a rural town called Buxton, Rory had always wanted a horse of her own. The country suburb had paddocks all around, and she often witnessed her school mates riding their horses in the afternoon on the drive home. However, her parents thought the sport far too dangerous for their only little girl - and insisted to the 10 year old Rory that she didn't know enough about horses to have one of her own. Besides, they said, horses are too expensive. Lies, thought the young Rory. So she set about learning everything she could about them from a young age; starting at the bottom from coat colours and markings, working her way to be an expert of genetics and horse behavoiur by the time she had turned 22, having by that time also graduated with Honours from Charles Sturt University in Wagga Wagga with a Bachelor of Equine Science.
During her 4 year tertiary education she took up lessons on a friends horse boarded at the Uni's research farm, a cranky, portly beast named Boon, but her technical, book learned prowess advanced her physical skills so rapidly that she soon outgrew him. Using her horsey education she got a part time job at a nearby Australian Stock Horse stud farm, where she exhanged some of her pay for lessons - this time on a regal old dapple-grey Stock Horse gentleman named Sir Windsor. Her riding skills skyrocketed, as did her hands on knowledge about horses from observing and working around the farm.
In between classes Rory, becoming increasingly lured by the apparent excitement of competition, began to compete in show-jumping and dressage at D grade on Windsor, pulling in a few firsts here and there, getting better and better as she moved up the rungs with her gentle mount. With eventing growing from a little spark of interest to a full blown flame of passion in her mind, and her Uni days two years of full salary behind her, she could finally afford her own horse. She was lucky to secure a hefty discount on him also, sort of as a parting gift from her employer at the Australian Stock Horse stud farm; which was exciting for her as she had developed a certain fondness for the gentle, brave and athletic breed.
This Is Who I am Apprehensive about being in a whole new country, hoping against hope that everything will be fine, scared to hell and back about failing; but won't show it.
» This Heart It Beats;
I Lust for guys (Straight)
I Love
Dark hair
Sweetness
Intelligence
Honesty
Dorky style
Dark clothes
Nerdiness
Interesting
Charming
Nice smile
Nice voice
Thin-med build
I Loathe
Bulging muscles
Red and blonde hair
Short haircuts
Frat boys
Jocks
Vegetarians
Arrogance
Ignorance
Stupidity
Irresponsibility
Liars
Self Rightousness
Vanity
Excuse Makers
Religious Zealots
Maybe I loved Never
Maybe I Didnt Never
» This Is How We'll Dance;
I Bow Down rulephrase <-- What's a rulephrase, sorry?
I Am Awesome
"Ah Rory, we hate to see you go love." The owner had said to her, the day Rory had announced her departure to a presegious farm in the USA, "Especially 'cos we'll be losing ya to those 'Mericans." He had joked, before wrapping his arm clean across her slim shoulders and roughly directing her to the open, sunny stalls in the stable block. "You said you were looking for a nice little horse of your own to get you started, yeah? Well, how about this bloke?" He announced ungraciously as he thrust his large, weathered hand at the large horse snoozing in his stall. Immediately Rory's eyes lit up, her usually stoic face erupting in a broad grin. She tentatively walked closer to the stall, petting the horse on his ashen muzzle as he poked his chisled head over the half door to say hello. He was a lovely horse, most captivating was his expressive mocha eyes, and his lean, muscular conformation with his sleek, sloped shoulders, strong back and his deep haunches held so squarley and neatly on fine hooves just screamed his athleticism.
"He's a beauty..." She uttered breathlessly, wondering how she hadn't seen this fellow about the stables before. As quickly as she wondered her question was answered, some rich little girl "up Sydney way" had been bought him as a gift, but when she complained about his height he was sold again, to here, for a modest price; the previous owners not really recognising his value. The story goes that they bought their little girl a nice little Welsh pony mare instead.
"Yeah, he sure is, we'd be keeping him as a stud if he hadn't already been snipped. Fine Aussie Stock Horse for sure. His name's Butterscotch Snap, like the lolly, 'cos of his coat I guess, same sort of cream gold colour. I don't know where the "Snap" comes from - horses pick up such funny names." He says, and continues to talk on, despite Rory's ignoring of his while she stares at the young gelding, watching him watch her, already imagining being on his back putting him through his no doubt perfect paces. She reaches across and clicks her fingers gently by his ebony lips, and smiles as he discourteously begins to nibble them, his long smokey ears tilted forward in interest. "I dunno what they called him, though -"
"I'll call him Snaps." Rory states, still smiling as she plays with the gelding, softly teasing his velveteen mug.
"Alrighty, I take it you'll want him then?" Laughs the owner, patting her bruesquly on the shoulder before taking the horse's soft leather halter down off the nearby hook and pushing it into the unoccupied hand of the young lady. "He's yours."
Thanks Isa for helping =]
