Smithson, Marie Ava

[marie smithson]

MARIE SMITHSON! STOLE YOUR HEART;

They call me FOXX and I've shot for the moon SIXTEEN times.
You know you all love me and you can contact me via PM HERE.
Ktxbi.

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» There Goes my Hero;

THe birth certificate reads Marie Ava Smithson
But Everyone Calls Me SMITHSON WESTON
Ive Been Breaking Hearts for TWENTY ONE years
The say I Am Riding instructor(dressage), Horse trainer(dressage)
Ive Been Told I Look Like Natalie Portman

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» Rock and Roll, Baby.;

I am so tall 5'4
And I Weigh 105
Ive Bee Ninked And Pierced Ears
They always say I look like
Marie has these gorgeous green velvet eyes(ignore the picture, I'll fix that when I get my PS back online) that sparkle when she smiles. They're big doe eyes that show all the wear and tear if you really look. They are almost whitish grey/green in the center and darken into a luminescent green. Her eyes are usually soft and loving and have a certain maturity to them, they really show her mental age. Her eyes are expressive always showing her emotions, only occasionally are they 'blank'.

Her skin is a soft, luminescent whitish tan skin. She typically is clean... unless she's been painting on a canvas. She has many scars under where her clothing reaches, but other than that, no visible scars. Her ears have a slight point, giving her an elfish look. She has perfectly straight teeth that are spotlessly white.

Her hair is a soft shade of rusty red, almost brown. Her hair is thick and long and usually very wavy. She's currently growing it out, but on average she has trouble finding any hair accessories that will fit without breaking. She occasionally grows angry at her hair but it is her favorite thing about her looks. It can get to a luminescent color in the spring/summer and in the winter it's usually a little duller. It's hard to keep clean and certain hair products can mess it up.

This Is What Makes Me Stand Out Elfish like ears(not completely pointed just slightly enough to really make it noticeable)

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» Chances Taken, Hope Embraced;

I Adore
- Ravioli!
- Olives!
- Her dog Lucy
- Animals
- Italian Foods
- Horse Whispering
- Reading
- Sleeping
- Horror Movies
- Jogging
I Abhor
- People or the press bringing up her past
- Press(they have their own category)
- Animal abusers
- Screamo
- People(occasionally she gets sick of people and will disappear)
- Having to go above and beyond for some people-people that she hates-
- Green olives
- Being asked odd personal questions(where do babies come from kind of questions)
- Liars
- Jerks
I Rock
Training Thoroughbreds(ott or no)
Dressage riding
I Suck
Push over(occasionally not always)
I Do
Bites her lips
Talks to herself
I Want
To go to olympics of 2016 with Dontello
I Fear
Men
Being bucked off again
Her parents
Being found by Al Queda
I Shut up
When she was 12 her mom sold her for drugs
Has a bad experience with men
I am
Sweet loving little Marie. Being so sweet can be a curse. She's skiddish around men and isn't much of a social butterfly. She's very confident around horses and she knows her stuff. She is still learning things everyday and knows that she doesn't know everything there is to know about riding, but she also knows she can still help others.

She has a bit of a dark side. If you rub her the wrong way she typically won't say much to you, if anything at all. She can tolerate nice people that rub her the wrong way as long as they are civil towards her. She can get feisty if provoked. She gets really protective of horses and animals. She also gets protective of the people closest to her.

She has a horrible sense of humor(laughs at everything, including pain). She enjoys reading and occasionally taking her horse out on trails and taking pictures. It takes quite a lot to drench her spunky personality and won't shut up when you get her talking. She is a pure animal lover, republican, and is absolutely in love with her orange Tabby kitten Milo. She is quiet and shy but overall she can be pretty spunky.

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» I Know I Won't Be Home At All;

I Came From ADELLA HALL//bitch//45//jail//MOTHER
MARK JAKSON//who knows//52//who knows//FATHER
I Share My Dna With None
I Come From HOMETOWN
But I Live Here Now Springwood
This Is Who I was Born in the small town of Harmony, Texas she was a nobody. Her mother hated her, said she was the reason she was stuck in the small town. Her father died when she was 5 and her mother quickly remarried someone who owned several multinational corporations. When he died she spent all her money on drugs and when the money dried up... she was in trouble with her supplier.

The supplier was dragged in by his boss and they roughed Adella up before she came up with an idea. She sold her 12 year old daughter to two strangers in exchange for a little more drugs. 12 years old and scared Marie was dragged out of the house by her hair and taken to a warehouse with other young women like her, but slightly older. She was there for two days before the FBI jumped the place, pulling several survivors out.

Marie was one. She was the healthiest one so she was stuck in 'temporary care', but was soon forgotten in the foster home. Soon she was adopted out to a loving couple in California, a young woman who did Dressage in fact. Marie soon fell in love with the horses and more importantly the sport.

Marie grew up after that as a carefree girl, being able to forget her past and have a healthy dose of innocence. When she was 20 she finally got her own horse(in her name). A little thoroughbred off the track. Starting him was tough, but it made her a better rider. She'd ridden other people's horses before, but a new fresh horse was different. But he was allergic to corn, nobody knew this, and in fact it wasn't even supposed to be in his feed. She was in a lesson, he'd been acting funny but nothing from his usual taking off schemes. He was actually better than usual to be honest, when all the sudden. She was cantering him in a circle and the next thing she knew she was opening her eyes to see him galloping off in the distance, jumping over the little curb of the arena. The fall scared her, she broke her left wrist(even though she fell to the right, nearly landing on the curb). After working out of the funk she's taken him to second level in just a year.

That was when things started going wrong. The two men who bought her were released on parol, claiming good behavior. They disappeared the night they were released. One of her famous mares that was in foal was found shot in the head in the far pasture with the words 'MARIE' carved in her hide. Marie had screamed bloody murder when she'd found the mare. Running Donte hell for leather back to the barn, not even pausing for the gate. After calming down the FBI decide she's safer if she's away from home, so she was sent to Pinewood, willingly at that. Her two mares, one stallion and Donte(gelding) were on their way.
This Is Who I am Hell, hiding from past enemies

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» This Heart It Beats;

I Lust men
I Love Sweetness, muscles, good humor
I Loathe Overbaring stalker like qualities
Maybe I loved Um... scarring
Maybe I Didnt N/A

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» This Is How We'll Dance;

I Bow Down dude
I Am Awesome
Marie backed Donte out of the six slant trailer. Donte backed off slowly, touching the ramp with his back feet before finally making it to the ground. People at the Walmart walked by, watching her walk Donte around, letting him stretch his legs. Donte snorted and sniffed the air, his ears perked at all the things to look at. Marie's hands were pulling out her two mares and her Stallion to walk around. Marie traded horses so she could handle the Stallion herself. Tale of the Cat, or Cat, snorted, trotting in place, raising his tail and trotting a little circle around her. "Shh Cat, It's ok." The Stallion continued to ignore her. "Cat," Marie warned, jerking the chain to catch his attention. The stallion snorted but settled down a little. Marie walked him towards a little planter to eat some grass and relieve himself. One of her hands was cleaning the trailer out at the moment so she had the guy that was leading Donte hold her stallion while she quickly got rid of the horse crap.

"Donte, how's it goin' dude? You likin' the sweet life?" Marie asked with a smile. The gelding nickered softly and pushed his muzzle into her face. "Don't get too rough," Marie said.

A little girl came to stand next to Marie. "Who are you, cute thing?" Marie asked as she crouched.

"Can I pet your horsie?" the little girl asked.

"Sure."

Marie smiled as she reached out to pet Donte, who had this innocently curious look on his face. But Marie knew better and held the lead tightly, making sure she could handle the situation if it grew ugly. Not that Donte was hard to handle, he just got a little mood sometimes.

But he was good. He snuffed the little girl's hair and tickled her face with his lips and prickly short whiskers. "What's his name?" the little blue eyed blond haired girl asked.

"Well his full name is Don't Be a Tattle Tale, but we all just call him Donte," Marie replied. "Now what's your name?"

"MKenzie, but everyone calls me 'Kenzie," she said, showing off her gaping smile, missing her two front teeth.

Marie smiled, Donte bumped the little girl with his head and she wobbled, but giggled. Marie inwardly frowned and sucked in a breath of air. 'Be good, please be good,' she thought.

She pat Donte just as her mother called her, a worried expression on her face. "Oh, I got to go Donte," the little girl said, pressing a kiss to his velvety muzzle. Donte lipped at her face and perked his ears as she giggled and then bounced back over to her mother, rambling on now about the pony she pet. Donte watched her leave before Marie pulled out a carrot piece and fed it to him. "I know boy, lets get you to a nice clean stall and a big open pasture," she said smiling as she led him back to the trailer.

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Thanks Isa for helping =]

[Charlie Parker]

First of all, welcome to Pinewood, we're glad to have you!

To start us off, I have a couple questions. Where in the world did she come up with bad enough enemies to have them shoot her horse in the head and carve her name into it's hide? They would have to be some seriously twisted individuals to do something like that so I can't imagine it would simply be rival riders, but in her history there is nothing about her having run-ins with people of that nature save for the drug dealers who I imagine would have been sentenced to at least 20 years in prison on charges of drug trafficking, possession of illegal substances, and child trafficking.

The other is how she affords to keep four horses. I happen to know several trainers for nearly every sort of English riding, and the vast majority of them wouldn't have even dreamed of being able to own and board four horses at such a young age and so early in their training careers considering the amount of money spent on vet bills, board, feed, tack, and everything else associated with horses.

Now onto the technicalities. For the "they always say I look like" (description) section, the paragraphs are a bit short. We define a paragraph as five or more sentences, so those need a little beefing up. The same with the "I am" (personality) section.

Finally, the RP sample is also a bit short. It needs to be a minimum of 300 words to match the minimum for posting on the site.

So if you could just clarify those two things for me, and add more to the indicated sections that would be great. Also, if you have any questions, feel free to PM me.

Thanks,
Jess

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[marie smithson]

Haha well the enemies were the men who 'bought her' back out of jail and with a grudge. Mostly cause she testified(I'll add this,It was late and I was only up cause I couldn't seem to drift off).

The four horses Are from her 'Parents'(foster parents), and the two mares are actually breeding mares so she doesn't ride them, the Stallion only really listens to her(plus she felt bad leaving him in the care of her 'parents'). So she technically only Trains Donte(the gelding). The stallion can be ridden but he is pretty much retired and only ridden to be exercised.

[Charlie Parker]

Fabulous
ACCEPTED
don't forget face claims and all that jazz

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