Post by CASPIAN GHOST HORSE BRAEBURN on Dec 24, 2013 15:09:29 GMT -7
caspian ghost horse braeburn
cas
twenty-four • male • pansexual • citizen - (therapy horseback riding)
personality
I won’t say that I prefer equines over people, but often it does seem like it. Humans are so complex while horses are not; I very much enjoy waking up early and heading to the barn, being greeted with the sound of excited nickering and pawing hooves. If you gave me the choice of spending a night on the town or mucking each stall until you could eat off the floor, I wouldn’t hesitate to brush a stall clean with a toothbrush. Don’t get me wrong, I do like people, but only to a certain extent. They can be good with spontaneous kindness, helping others should the opportunity show itself, but overall humans are selfish. They invent things like “time” and don’t stop to smell the roses; they take things for granted and don’t realize that simplicity in life is beautiful. My parents used to scold me for isolating myself from everyone else but they eventually gave up after I constantly refused.
However, I am not afraid to admit that I love small children. They’re so naïve and innocent, and it’s those two aspects that make me love them. All they do is run around engulfed in their imaginary worlds, untainted by the harshness of the real world, playing and throwing caution to the wind. Sometimes I wish adults were more like that, and honestly that is what I (very stupidly) believe that the equestrian lifestyle lets me achieve. When you’re on the back of a horse and you’re galloping or going over jumps, you’re just shy of flying. It’s a childish thing to believe and yet I do every time I settle down in the saddle, reining the horse around to start a course.
The only times I really come out of my oyster-like shell is if I’m drunk or being tickled. (However, the latter will more than likely result in you being clocked across the jaw with my fist before any laughing happens.) I don’t go out drinking willy-nilly with every intention of getting drunk, it just sort of… happens. It’s also a way to dull the negativity that seems to just always bog my mind down, and every once in a while it’s a rather nice release.
My main dream in life is to help people who lack confidence or are hurt. I never wanted to go into any medical field or psychology, so I did the next best thing: I became involved in therapeutic horseback riding. It allowed me to be near horses and children (and even some adults, whom I graciously tolerated) and honestly I was very satisfied with the kids’ giggling and huge grins as they were led around the arena and staying on successfully.
However, I am not afraid to admit that I love small children. They’re so naïve and innocent, and it’s those two aspects that make me love them. All they do is run around engulfed in their imaginary worlds, untainted by the harshness of the real world, playing and throwing caution to the wind. Sometimes I wish adults were more like that, and honestly that is what I (very stupidly) believe that the equestrian lifestyle lets me achieve. When you’re on the back of a horse and you’re galloping or going over jumps, you’re just shy of flying. It’s a childish thing to believe and yet I do every time I settle down in the saddle, reining the horse around to start a course.
The only times I really come out of my oyster-like shell is if I’m drunk or being tickled. (However, the latter will more than likely result in you being clocked across the jaw with my fist before any laughing happens.) I don’t go out drinking willy-nilly with every intention of getting drunk, it just sort of… happens. It’s also a way to dull the negativity that seems to just always bog my mind down, and every once in a while it’s a rather nice release.
My main dream in life is to help people who lack confidence or are hurt. I never wanted to go into any medical field or psychology, so I did the next best thing: I became involved in therapeutic horseback riding. It allowed me to be near horses and children (and even some adults, whom I graciously tolerated) and honestly I was very satisfied with the kids’ giggling and huge grins as they were led around the arena and staying on successfully.
background
I was born in a very rural area of Western North Carolina. My mother contracted some very odd disease very soon after and eventually she died, leaving my dad in some pretty serious debt. The house was foreclosed and we were left living in a tent in the woods, and those are my earliest memories. I remember us washing up in the creek, my dad sending me out to pick berries, showing me how to trap squirrels and skin them to eat, find edible plants, and things like that. I went to school regularly but my grades quickly slipped when my dad got us this job on a really awful farm; he and I were put to work that was pretty much slavery, for hardly any pay, but the only perk was that we were able to live in an empty stall in the barn. It wasn’t much but it kept the rain off of our heads, unlike the holey tent we’d spent years under.
I had been put to work tending the horses so I spent most of my time with them. We remained on that property throughout my high school years, but then the rotten old farmer died. His farm was taken and we were forced off with nowhere to live again. My dad had relatives in Seattle and so we packed our very few possessions, hitchhiking all the way across the country and walked quite a ways when no one would take us in.
After a very long time we reached our relative’s house. From there we rebuilt our lives; Dad got a job and I started working at a therapeutic riding barn. I was there for a few years until we started offering rides for hospital patients, and on the weekends (or whenever I had free time, really) I took the youngest horse and began to train in eventing.
I had been put to work tending the horses so I spent most of my time with them. We remained on that property throughout my high school years, but then the rotten old farmer died. His farm was taken and we were forced off with nowhere to live again. My dad had relatives in Seattle and so we packed our very few possessions, hitchhiking all the way across the country and walked quite a ways when no one would take us in.
After a very long time we reached our relative’s house. From there we rebuilt our lives; Dad got a job and I started working at a therapeutic riding barn. I was there for a few years until we started offering rides for hospital patients, and on the weekends (or whenever I had free time, really) I took the youngest horse and began to train in eventing.
details
ooc - semper
time - eastern
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face claim – Moritz Mitterbauer
(his bio itself is done, but the picture isn't, obviously xD but will be put in asap)
time - eastern
characters – n/a
face claim – Moritz Mitterbauer
(his bio itself is done, but the picture isn't, obviously xD but will be put in asap)
