Post by Christian Colt on Jun 14, 2010 18:42:17 GMT -5
Full name:Christian Samuel Colt
Age:21
Birthday:October 31st
Original or Canon?:Original
Face Claim:Jensen Ackles
Riding Experience: Expert
Riding Interest: Riding, pure and simple. Christian dosen't compete and rides simply for the enjoyment of being in the saddle.
Favorite Breed:Clydesdale
Staff Position: Stable Hand
Appearance: A broad shouldered and fairly well built young man, Christian is tall and sports well shaped features and sandy blonde hair. His eyes are sea green while his skin maintains a subtle olive tone. Christian has a small tattoo of a Pentagram inside a sun over his right peck.
Christian wears fairly casual clothes and usually goes around in a pair of worn jeans, work boots and a form hugging t-shirt. On other occassions he will also sport a worn old leather jacket. He tends towards keeping clean shaven and makes a point of exercising often to maintain his shape. He has a collection of things he likes to add to his outfit but the most common items are rosary beads around his right wrist and a small, silver cross on a chain around his neck.
3 Likes:(at least three)
- Horses
- The Cold
- Robert E. Howard
3 Dislikes:(at least three)
- Spiders(Phobia)
- Loud, ignorant or untrustworthy people
- Losing his temper
Personality Traits:
Religious (to the best of his ability)
Bad temper
Stubborn
Loner
Not a great conversationalist
Loyal to friends
Bit of a hopless romantic at times
Jokes a lot with people he trusts
Surprsingly intelligent
Can be violent at times
Family Tree:
- Father: John Colt
- Mother:Silva Colt
- Siblings:None
- Other:None
Hometown:Anchorage, Alaska
History [must be at least 2 paragraphs, at 7 sentences each]:
Christian didn't have the best start to life. He was found on October 31st, still covered in the blood of his birth, his cord wrapped around his neck, covered by a ragged blanket and left in the freezing cold. Christan was quickly taken in by the local authorities and despite the one in a million chance survived the bitter cold and the lack of nurishment. A police investigation located the parents who were both charged with neglect, Their baby was named Christian by the couple who found him and was quickly put into circulation within the states orphange.
Inside Christan developed as somthing of a shy boy. He kept himself to himself and never really made friends. While he preformed with average results in most subject s he excelled at both English and art. Christian was only ever bullied once by two boys older than himself. The scrap that followed resulted in Christian breaking all the knuckles on his right hand. One boy was knocked out cold while the other was partially blinded. Christian disappeared soon after.
Alone on the streets the young boy took to crime to provide himself with an income and survive. Strangely enough this wasn't how Christian got sent to Willow Brooke Correctional facility. Instead he was picked up by the police on a previous charge of violent conduct and given a choice. Creedies School for Wayward boys or Willow Brooke Correctional Facility. He choose Willow Brooke.
The choice was a turning point in his life and for the next four years Christian remained a student at Willow Brooke, excelling in English and art as well as quickly bonding with a large, stubborn and violently tempered horse who has remained with him to this day. At the age of eighteen Christan was heart-broken by the prospect of leaving his adoptive home and so when the offer of remaining as a stable hand came up he jumped at the oppertunity. Christian is fully aware of how savage and ugly the world outside Willow Brookes is and is quite happy to remain there, tending to the horses and watching the students learn how to fight their inner demons just as he did.
Nickname [what you want to be called]:Jon
Age:20
Years of RP Experience:Errrm.. Not many
Other Characters: This Is Where you put any of your other characters
RP Sample [must be 2 paragraphs]:
The sun had set for hours over the stable, leaving the only light provided by a few electric lamps set within the walls. The facility had them installed deeming the old oil powered lamps too dangerous to both horse and student. An old, battered radio was set on a stool. 'I shall not be moved' by Johnnie Cash was playing much to the approval of the man shoeing the horses.
Shoeing horses wasn't Christans favorite job but it was required. A horse needed it's feet perhaps more than any other animal. A horse was made for running, it was made for being constantly on the move and ruined hooves would be the death of it. " C'mon...One more to go." Christan muttuered as he carted his stool over to the horses back leg, patting it's massive flank as he did. Ploping the stool down he planted himself atop it and lifted the horses foot, whispering softly to calm the beast. Prying the nails clean he tossed the old, worn and rusted shoe aside. " I shall not be moved, though all hell assail me I shall not be moved... Jesus won't fail me I shall not be moved...C'mon you know the words." He told the horse with a grin, fixing the new shoe into place carefully. " Like the tree that's planted by the water... I shall not be moved." With the hoove newly shoed and set Christan lowered the horses leg and heaved himself upright with a sigh. His back was stiff from the days labours but it felt good to get that last task done.
"Now that your seen to big fella' I think it's time for me to eat." Removing the horses feed-bag he gently stroked it's face. "Don't stay up too late eh?" Disconeccting his radio from the wall Christian did one lastcheck of the stable before flicking off the lights, leaving the moon to illuminate his path out into the yard. " I shall not be moved..." He sung quietly to himself, the rumble in his stomach dictating his path towards the messhall.
