Post by Dr. Adrianna Bowen on Jun 8, 2010 22:03:58 GMT -5
Full name: Dr. Adrianna Lynn Bowen
Age: 40
Birthday: June 21
Experience: Expert
Riding Interest: Dressage
Favorite Breed: Warmblood
Appearance: Dr. Bowen has long straight auburn red hair. She stands approximately 5'5" tall. And she has emerald green eyes. Her body is petite but very fit. Being a vet you very often see her wearing jeans (particularly Wranglers) and a dark polo shirt. However, when she's not on the job she is very fashionable, a complete flip from her job. She likes to wear designer clothes, and enjoys the more sophisticated look.
Original or Canon: Canon
Face Claim: Julianna Moore
Staff Location: Vet!
3 Likes:
- Horses
- Licorish (its an addiction)
- Travelling
3 Dislikes:
- Frog (ick!)
- People who lack compassion
- Sea food
Personality Traits:
- Compassionate
- Understanding
- Outgoing
- Fun-loving
- Goofy
- Flirtacious
- Lacks patience
- Controlling
- Stubborn
- Easily frustrated
Family Tree:
- Father: Henry Bowen
- Mother: Sydney Bowen
- Siblings: Jack, Elliot, and John Bowen (Adrianna is the youngest)
- Other: --
Hometown: Orlando, Florida
History [must be at least 2 paragraphs, at 7 sentences each]:
Adrianna was born and raised in Orlando, Florida. She grew up around horses, her mother was a Grand Prix Dressage rider and her father and Investment Banker. Her family was always wealthy and money was never an issue. However, her parents raised her to treat everyone with respect no matter their "class" and that she did. She herself took to riding Dressage and began to work her way to the top, however then school came and the competitive showing had to stop. With a love for animals she decided she want to be a vet. She wanted to do something she loved and what better way than to work with horses.
When Adrianna was 21 her parents were killed in a horrific car accident. It effected her deeply, her schooling was put on hold for a few years while she tried to cope. After seeking the help of psychatrists she was able to finish her job and start to move on with her life. She moved out here when she was 35 and began to work at the facility. She felt she could help both the horses and the people and it became very fullfilling.
Adrianna never had any children and never married (even though she wants both), though she had many relationships she had a fear of commitment that caused her to cut the relationship loose once it got serious. This is why her current affair with Mr. Martins appeals to her, at this moment there is no commitment, no seriousness.
Nickname [what you want to be called]: Kim
Age: 16
Years of RP Experience: 2
Other Characters: None yet
RP Sample [must be 2 paragraphs]:
Taken from a wild horse game I play
Darkness.
She hated darkness.
Neva walked into the clearing and looked around her taking in the scene. Around her were others like herself, homeless and alone, hoping to find a new life to live.
On the outside Neva was petite, her frame no larger than 14.3hh her figure was very refined and feminine. Yet, there was a strength about her structure that likely came from her Spanish background. She stood proud filled with confidence. If there was anything good that her father may have gave her it would be that. She knew how to respect those above her in status, but she would not be belittled by anyone. She was proud of who she was and what she was becoming. She also knew that at 4 years old she was very young and had much to learn about life.
She wished she could have learned more lessons at home, but that just wasn't possible. As much as she wanted it, it would never happen and she would have to accept that fact very quickly if she was ever going to move past it.
Returning her thoughts to the scene before her she once more took in what was happening around her, mares and stallions interacted all over the place, most finding a place to live. She knew that soon the same thing would likely be happening to her, or at least she hoped. And until then she would have to satisfy herself with the lush grass that was currently calling her.
She moved herself near a creek, just under a tree. Had she been darker in colour she would be completely hidden by the shadows, but she was icy white and thus stood unhidden, unprotected, and alone. Her head lowered to the ground to taste the grass beneath her, raising her head every so often to ensure she was still safe she contiued to graze and loose herself in her thoughts.
