Post by Colt Falamore on Jan 7, 2009 23:11:04 GMT -5
The Basics:
Name: Colton Falamore
Nickname: Colt
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Birthday: October 31st, 1991
Grade: 12th grade - Senior
Sexual Orientation: Straight
The Appearance:
Height: 6 foot on the dot.
Weight: Around 100 lbs.
Hair Color: Light brown, pastel red highlights and electric blue bang tips.
Eye Color: Light, golden brown.
Constants:Colt always wears his black under armor with cut ‘slits’ for his thumb. He also always wears a silver necklace with a small cross on it.
Overall Appearance: Colton Falamore is an interesting guy. His body shape is tall, but incredibly skinny. Due to his weight, he looks very un-muscular, but he is actually very strong. Colt always wears his black under armor, and his necklace, because he believes it holds good luck. His hair is dyed, since he hates being ‘normal’. He originally just had the blue tips, but soon added the pastel red. He dyes his hair himself, and always has to have it exactly the same. The only difference you’ll notice is that it is seen more. His normal shirt to wear is a slate blue gray collared and buttoned shirt. His shoes are always black ‘Vans’ but every day with different laces. The laces he has include the following; black, white electric blue; pastel blue; pastel red; red; orange; lime green; pastel green; and a forest green. Colt always changes his laces out. His pants vary from black jeans to blue jeans. His pants are always very dark, and he never has holes or rips in them. When Colt is riding, he has either black or tan breeches. He always saves his white breeches for the shows. During his ‘alone’ sessions with his Hanoverian stud, he wears black paddocks boots and chaps. His half-chaps are black with light blue piping. This teen tends to stay away from overly bright colors, unless they are accentuating his darker colors. Finally, Colt’s general riding shirt is a regular light olive green t-shirt, or any other t-shirts he may find that he owns. Due to Colton’s build, many think he has some sort of disorder or disease, which he hates being accused of. He does eat a lot, but his weight never seems to gain. His inner-body strength and abdomen strength definitely attribute to his talents in riding.
Looks Like: i44.tinypic.com/ibz7ki.png
The Character:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Strengths:
- Strong-willed
- Determined
- Concentrated
- Photo-graphic Memory
Weaknesses:
- Not great around people/shy
- Easily angered
- Over-protective
- Disorganized
- Obnoxious and very sarcastic
- Not forgiving
Skills:
- Photography
- Sketching
- Fast Runner
- Very smart
Biggest Fear:
- Losing!
Habits:
- Disorganization
- Always has a Coca-Cola around
Unique Traits:
- Fun to be around – once you know him
- Funny – once you know him
- Very sarcastic – good and bad
Overall Personality:When you first meet Colt, first thoughts are that he is over-emotional and just an over all jerk. He is unforgiving, sarcastic, and tends to be obnoxious and cruel. Though seemingly a jerk, Colt has many amazing skills. Photography for one. Using his Nikon D60, he can generally be found down at the barn or by the arenas, snapping photos of horses and their actions. Another talent Colt is known for it his artistic skill. He never really completes a picture, because he generally sketches it out and shades it quickly. Unfortunately, during the time he is sketching, he often loses contact with reality, and heads off to his own world. Finally, Colt is very quick thinking and smart. He always has his Skull Candy headphones in when sketching, taking pictures, thinking, running, etc. Being very active, Colt goes for jogs everyday, in order to keep fit. He also rides Rin, his Hanoverian stallion. Colton has been riding since he was 3 years old, so its no wonder he is an amazing rider, and is always found with his horse. Colton Falamore is addicted to pure can sugar Cokes, and is generally found with them. His fridge is full of bottles and bottles of them. It’s like his comfort food, or drug, he always ahs to have one. Amazingly, Colton’s only fear is losing to ANYONE. He always has to win, especially at shows, which is why he trains so hard. Colton loves to be alone, which is why he has a dorm with only one bed, and small enough for one. Once you get to know Colt, he tends to be sarcastic, funny, and a joy to be around. This is really only if you can get through to him. There are only a few ways to do that. The main one is; Show him respect, and SLOWLY get to know him. Don’t just rush in on him. Though Colt is straight, he never actually goes ‘looking’ for girls, he would actually prefer to stay out of a relationship.
Lifestyle:
Hobbies: Colton’s hobbies are as follows:
- Riding
- Running
- Photography
- Sketching
- Drinking Coke
Routines: Yes. Colton is a creature of habit. He always goes for a morning run, goes to classes, rides, then does his homework. If he has extra time, he’ll sketch or take photos of others riding.
Pet Peeves:
- Colton’s main pet-peeve is seeing untrained horses. Its like an OCD for him.
Pets: Colt Falamore lived with his young whippet puppy at home, who unluckily, before he left, dies after getting hit by a car.
Social Background: When he first started riding at age 3, Colton’s family was very rich, investing in stocks. But when the stocks collapsed, his parents lost all their money and he had to stop riding at age 6. After actually getting jobs, his parents let Colton continue 4 years later, at age 10. Currently, his financial situation from his parents is bad. They give him enough money for food, but he has to salvage money for his board and other things.
Label:Emo – I guess
The Past:
Family:
Mother – Kaylie Falamore
Father – Ty Falamore
No brothers or sisters.
Life-Changing Experiences: Since Colton is anti-social, he doesn’t have anyone he truly ‘loves’. His most life-changing experiences were stopping then re-starting riding again. Also, his young Whippet puppy died before he came to Chestnut Hill.
Overall History: Born on Halloween, its always his least favorite holiday. He never went out to get candy, because his parents just bought it for him for the first 6 years of his life. He also rode until he was six. Unfortunately his parents lost all their money gambling and investing in stocks, so he always ‘hated’ his parents. When he turned 10 years old, his parent had saved enough money to have him start riding again, and has been ever since. Sadly, Colt still doesn’t forgive his parents for being drug-addicts, gamblers, and alcoholics. He always lived with them fighting, and absolutely hated it. His only escape was riding. He soon found fun in taking pictures, and though his parents got him everything he wanted and tried to be nice, he was still socially awkward, and seemed to hate the world. At age 11, they bought him a young Haflinger pony, which he quickly trained. Seeing his potential, Colt’s parents bought him many more horses after that. But honestly, Colt will never forget the pride in his parents eyes when they realized that their son had truly found something he loved. Being ‘rich’ again, Colton’s parents continued to let Colt ride, but were very upset with him when his school grades began lacking. He was anti-social, and though smart, lacked the motivation. They never pressured him too much before, so they jumped on him when he hit high-school, compelled him to make honor roll. When he didn’t, they threatened to take away riding, and he threatened to leave. Weeks later, they bought him Todd, a gray Whippet puppy. Excited, Colt began doing better in school. Days later, he found Chestnut Hill, and decided to switch to CH. His parents agreed, and 3 days before he was going to leave, Todd was run over by a car. Still upset and ‘recovering’ Colt refuses to get another puppy. Now in another financial drop, his parents are only paying for his food, cloths and board for Rin, at CH, and he is paying for everything else.
The Future:
Aspirations:
- Ride in the Rolex, Kentucky
- Fully train Rin
- Train some horses at CH
- Get a new puppy
Future Job:
- Become a trainer for both dogs and horses
Classes:
- Brit Literature
- German IV
- Advanced Biology
- Pre-Calc
- Digital Photography
10 years from now...:
- Unmarried, finished with college, and happily riding Rin at Advanced in Eventing.
Life Commitments:
- Training a foal
- Possibly finding a relationship
- Taking on one student
- Owning a new dog
- Getting more into Photography and Sketching
About You:
Your Name: Megs
Your Age: 13
Your Contacts: You know my MSN
Past Role Playing Example:
The day I set foot into this ‘earth’, I knew something would go wrong. I remember something, but I’m not sure what. My mind is confused and I need it most now to lead us into the war. Darkness is an awful thing. It cannot be seen, cannot be felt Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt. It lies behind stars and under hills, and empty holes it fills. It comes first and follows after, Ends life, kills laughter. That is my personal rhythmic beat and rhyme. I know it will be what I am chanting as I lead my Fallen followers into this war. I couldn’t wait to sink my teeth into Haphaestus. To slit his throat with my horn. I couldn’t bear to wait to drink his blood, to feel the crimson liquid flow into my mouth. Sweet, sweet blood.
I stared out my cave in thought, the oasis of aqua to my left, and desert as far as the eye could see. Small tumbleweeds flew across the barren landscape. The lovely territory Chronos had so lovingly given me. Lovingly. Ha. Yeah. He loved me all right. Taking me from my comfortable heavenly home, and placing me here. This dead landscape. Of course, I have no will to heal it, though I could. This is what I wanted the Fallen to have to live in. A barren desert with death clouds hanging over it, only pretending to rain. They didn't need water! I needed them to be stronger. We needed to destroy the manna. I cackled inwardly and reared up, pawing the air angrily. I moved my pitch legs down, slamming on the caves rocky floor. I screeched at the top of my lungs, letting both the vibrations and my scream pierce the Kingdom of Shadow. I wanted to scout my territories, searching for a strong Fallen to lead them. They had to be able to answer my rhymes, my riddles, and anything else my twisted brain could conjure. I took another slight rear, and curled my flank muscles, leaping off into the deathly dry desert. My horn shined in the parching sun and I galloped on.
I galloped in a beat, quick paced, feeling vibes of other horses near by. My mind counted to itself one two three four one two three four I stared off in the distance, before passing quickly by the pond in the Dim Flats and stared blankly into it, before continuing my journey. Feeling my hoof beats stretch out more, I slowed my pace, conserving my energy. I fled out of the Dim Flats, and into the Dusk Plains. My legs began to reach farther out again, trying to get out of the tall, dead, brown, and dried grasses. I continued on, my brow furrowing in anger. I quickly passed through this dead terra, not wanting to spend any longer. My legs stretched, and I took a quick shortcut through the woods around Odium Peak, before finally setting foot at the base of the Wicked Plateau. My eyes scanned the large area, and I slowly began ascending up the large hill. It led to the top of the plateau where I senses a horse was waiting for me to accept their claim.
Fools! Think I will be that easy! I am no Haphaestus; I will not wander in and bow down to the new stallion or mare. I will play with them, hoping they are smart enough to play along. They must be a true Fallen, and I refuse to let any wishy-washy horse claim my lands. My eyes scanned the area as I hit the flat plateau. Of all the lands to claim, this one was odd. Then again, the salvation kingdom was right on the border. Hopefully this stag was smart enough to steal from them. I stared out at him, stretching my strides out, before leaping to the side of him. I was lathered in sweat, but I was not panting. I wouldn’t need to. Hell, I don’t need to breath. I’m a goddess. This black stag was attractive, built taller than me, and well muscled. I scanned him for a moment, noting his scorpion mark on his hip. Suits him. He wishes to claim the plateau, which was full of the deadly stinging bastards. You I boomed, my voice strong, and feminine. You, black stag of the scorpions wish to claim this Wicked Plateau? I bobbed my head, angrily, my forelock splitting in half for my horn. I hoped he was scared. I hoped he knew who I was. If not? I’d kill him, of course. He must be able to bow to his goddess.
I'm that which is seen only in darkness Swiftest of all, and near as old as time; Day's distant brother; fire and faintness, I light without shadow — can you solve this rhyme? My voice rang out over the higher mountain. If he wishes to claim this land, he would have to prove himself worthy. I grinned demonically and my eyes glinted at him. Come on, stag, show me your anger. Tell me you want to sink your teeth into Haph as much as I do. Death. To. The. Virtues.
//
Name: Colton Falamore
Nickname: Colt
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Birthday: October 31st, 1991
Grade: 12th grade - Senior
Sexual Orientation: Straight
The Appearance:
Height: 6 foot on the dot.
Weight: Around 100 lbs.
Hair Color: Light brown, pastel red highlights and electric blue bang tips.
Eye Color: Light, golden brown.
Constants:Colt always wears his black under armor with cut ‘slits’ for his thumb. He also always wears a silver necklace with a small cross on it.
Overall Appearance: Colton Falamore is an interesting guy. His body shape is tall, but incredibly skinny. Due to his weight, he looks very un-muscular, but he is actually very strong. Colt always wears his black under armor, and his necklace, because he believes it holds good luck. His hair is dyed, since he hates being ‘normal’. He originally just had the blue tips, but soon added the pastel red. He dyes his hair himself, and always has to have it exactly the same. The only difference you’ll notice is that it is seen more. His normal shirt to wear is a slate blue gray collared and buttoned shirt. His shoes are always black ‘Vans’ but every day with different laces. The laces he has include the following; black, white electric blue; pastel blue; pastel red; red; orange; lime green; pastel green; and a forest green. Colt always changes his laces out. His pants vary from black jeans to blue jeans. His pants are always very dark, and he never has holes or rips in them. When Colt is riding, he has either black or tan breeches. He always saves his white breeches for the shows. During his ‘alone’ sessions with his Hanoverian stud, he wears black paddocks boots and chaps. His half-chaps are black with light blue piping. This teen tends to stay away from overly bright colors, unless they are accentuating his darker colors. Finally, Colt’s general riding shirt is a regular light olive green t-shirt, or any other t-shirts he may find that he owns. Due to Colton’s build, many think he has some sort of disorder or disease, which he hates being accused of. He does eat a lot, but his weight never seems to gain. His inner-body strength and abdomen strength definitely attribute to his talents in riding.
Looks Like: i44.tinypic.com/ibz7ki.png
The Character:
Likes:
- Sketching
- Helping around the stables
- Being alone
- Coca-Cola
- Photographing horses
- General relaxed riding
- Music
- Riding cross-country
- Showing
- Watching the Rolex
Dislikes:
- Being in crowds
- Guys who ride to get girls
- Trainers
- Rap
- Bad riders
- The color Pink
- Teeth. He hates teeth.
- Loud noises
- Untrained horses
- Dirty horses and people
Strengths:
- Strong-willed
- Determined
- Concentrated
- Photo-graphic Memory
Weaknesses:
- Not great around people/shy
- Easily angered
- Over-protective
- Disorganized
- Obnoxious and very sarcastic
- Not forgiving
Skills:
- Photography
- Sketching
- Fast Runner
- Very smart
Biggest Fear:
- Losing!
Habits:
- Disorganization
- Always has a Coca-Cola around
Unique Traits:
- Fun to be around – once you know him
- Funny – once you know him
- Very sarcastic – good and bad
Overall Personality:When you first meet Colt, first thoughts are that he is over-emotional and just an over all jerk. He is unforgiving, sarcastic, and tends to be obnoxious and cruel. Though seemingly a jerk, Colt has many amazing skills. Photography for one. Using his Nikon D60, he can generally be found down at the barn or by the arenas, snapping photos of horses and their actions. Another talent Colt is known for it his artistic skill. He never really completes a picture, because he generally sketches it out and shades it quickly. Unfortunately, during the time he is sketching, he often loses contact with reality, and heads off to his own world. Finally, Colt is very quick thinking and smart. He always has his Skull Candy headphones in when sketching, taking pictures, thinking, running, etc. Being very active, Colt goes for jogs everyday, in order to keep fit. He also rides Rin, his Hanoverian stallion. Colton has been riding since he was 3 years old, so its no wonder he is an amazing rider, and is always found with his horse. Colton Falamore is addicted to pure can sugar Cokes, and is generally found with them. His fridge is full of bottles and bottles of them. It’s like his comfort food, or drug, he always ahs to have one. Amazingly, Colton’s only fear is losing to ANYONE. He always has to win, especially at shows, which is why he trains so hard. Colton loves to be alone, which is why he has a dorm with only one bed, and small enough for one. Once you get to know Colt, he tends to be sarcastic, funny, and a joy to be around. This is really only if you can get through to him. There are only a few ways to do that. The main one is; Show him respect, and SLOWLY get to know him. Don’t just rush in on him. Though Colt is straight, he never actually goes ‘looking’ for girls, he would actually prefer to stay out of a relationship.
Lifestyle:
Hobbies: Colton’s hobbies are as follows:
- Riding
- Running
- Photography
- Sketching
- Drinking Coke
Routines: Yes. Colton is a creature of habit. He always goes for a morning run, goes to classes, rides, then does his homework. If he has extra time, he’ll sketch or take photos of others riding.
Pet Peeves:
- Colton’s main pet-peeve is seeing untrained horses. Its like an OCD for him.
Pets: Colt Falamore lived with his young whippet puppy at home, who unluckily, before he left, dies after getting hit by a car.
Social Background: When he first started riding at age 3, Colton’s family was very rich, investing in stocks. But when the stocks collapsed, his parents lost all their money and he had to stop riding at age 6. After actually getting jobs, his parents let Colton continue 4 years later, at age 10. Currently, his financial situation from his parents is bad. They give him enough money for food, but he has to salvage money for his board and other things.
Label:Emo – I guess
The Past:
Family:
Mother – Kaylie Falamore
Father – Ty Falamore
No brothers or sisters.
Life-Changing Experiences: Since Colton is anti-social, he doesn’t have anyone he truly ‘loves’. His most life-changing experiences were stopping then re-starting riding again. Also, his young Whippet puppy died before he came to Chestnut Hill.
Overall History: Born on Halloween, its always his least favorite holiday. He never went out to get candy, because his parents just bought it for him for the first 6 years of his life. He also rode until he was six. Unfortunately his parents lost all their money gambling and investing in stocks, so he always ‘hated’ his parents. When he turned 10 years old, his parent had saved enough money to have him start riding again, and has been ever since. Sadly, Colt still doesn’t forgive his parents for being drug-addicts, gamblers, and alcoholics. He always lived with them fighting, and absolutely hated it. His only escape was riding. He soon found fun in taking pictures, and though his parents got him everything he wanted and tried to be nice, he was still socially awkward, and seemed to hate the world. At age 11, they bought him a young Haflinger pony, which he quickly trained. Seeing his potential, Colt’s parents bought him many more horses after that. But honestly, Colt will never forget the pride in his parents eyes when they realized that their son had truly found something he loved. Being ‘rich’ again, Colton’s parents continued to let Colt ride, but were very upset with him when his school grades began lacking. He was anti-social, and though smart, lacked the motivation. They never pressured him too much before, so they jumped on him when he hit high-school, compelled him to make honor roll. When he didn’t, they threatened to take away riding, and he threatened to leave. Weeks later, they bought him Todd, a gray Whippet puppy. Excited, Colt began doing better in school. Days later, he found Chestnut Hill, and decided to switch to CH. His parents agreed, and 3 days before he was going to leave, Todd was run over by a car. Still upset and ‘recovering’ Colt refuses to get another puppy. Now in another financial drop, his parents are only paying for his food, cloths and board for Rin, at CH, and he is paying for everything else.
The Future:
Aspirations:
- Ride in the Rolex, Kentucky
- Fully train Rin
- Train some horses at CH
- Get a new puppy
Future Job:
- Become a trainer for both dogs and horses
Classes:
- Brit Literature
- German IV
- Advanced Biology
- Pre-Calc
- Digital Photography
10 years from now...:
- Unmarried, finished with college, and happily riding Rin at Advanced in Eventing.
Life Commitments:
- Training a foal
- Possibly finding a relationship
- Taking on one student
- Owning a new dog
- Getting more into Photography and Sketching
About You:
Your Name: Megs
Your Age: 13
Your Contacts: You know my MSN
Past Role Playing Example:
The day I set foot into this ‘earth’, I knew something would go wrong. I remember something, but I’m not sure what. My mind is confused and I need it most now to lead us into the war. Darkness is an awful thing. It cannot be seen, cannot be felt Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt. It lies behind stars and under hills, and empty holes it fills. It comes first and follows after, Ends life, kills laughter. That is my personal rhythmic beat and rhyme. I know it will be what I am chanting as I lead my Fallen followers into this war. I couldn’t wait to sink my teeth into Haphaestus. To slit his throat with my horn. I couldn’t bear to wait to drink his blood, to feel the crimson liquid flow into my mouth. Sweet, sweet blood.
I stared out my cave in thought, the oasis of aqua to my left, and desert as far as the eye could see. Small tumbleweeds flew across the barren landscape. The lovely territory Chronos had so lovingly given me. Lovingly. Ha. Yeah. He loved me all right. Taking me from my comfortable heavenly home, and placing me here. This dead landscape. Of course, I have no will to heal it, though I could. This is what I wanted the Fallen to have to live in. A barren desert with death clouds hanging over it, only pretending to rain. They didn't need water! I needed them to be stronger. We needed to destroy the manna. I cackled inwardly and reared up, pawing the air angrily. I moved my pitch legs down, slamming on the caves rocky floor. I screeched at the top of my lungs, letting both the vibrations and my scream pierce the Kingdom of Shadow. I wanted to scout my territories, searching for a strong Fallen to lead them. They had to be able to answer my rhymes, my riddles, and anything else my twisted brain could conjure. I took another slight rear, and curled my flank muscles, leaping off into the deathly dry desert. My horn shined in the parching sun and I galloped on.
I galloped in a beat, quick paced, feeling vibes of other horses near by. My mind counted to itself one two three four one two three four I stared off in the distance, before passing quickly by the pond in the Dim Flats and stared blankly into it, before continuing my journey. Feeling my hoof beats stretch out more, I slowed my pace, conserving my energy. I fled out of the Dim Flats, and into the Dusk Plains. My legs began to reach farther out again, trying to get out of the tall, dead, brown, and dried grasses. I continued on, my brow furrowing in anger. I quickly passed through this dead terra, not wanting to spend any longer. My legs stretched, and I took a quick shortcut through the woods around Odium Peak, before finally setting foot at the base of the Wicked Plateau. My eyes scanned the large area, and I slowly began ascending up the large hill. It led to the top of the plateau where I senses a horse was waiting for me to accept their claim.
Fools! Think I will be that easy! I am no Haphaestus; I will not wander in and bow down to the new stallion or mare. I will play with them, hoping they are smart enough to play along. They must be a true Fallen, and I refuse to let any wishy-washy horse claim my lands. My eyes scanned the area as I hit the flat plateau. Of all the lands to claim, this one was odd. Then again, the salvation kingdom was right on the border. Hopefully this stag was smart enough to steal from them. I stared out at him, stretching my strides out, before leaping to the side of him. I was lathered in sweat, but I was not panting. I wouldn’t need to. Hell, I don’t need to breath. I’m a goddess. This black stag was attractive, built taller than me, and well muscled. I scanned him for a moment, noting his scorpion mark on his hip. Suits him. He wishes to claim the plateau, which was full of the deadly stinging bastards. You I boomed, my voice strong, and feminine. You, black stag of the scorpions wish to claim this Wicked Plateau? I bobbed my head, angrily, my forelock splitting in half for my horn. I hoped he was scared. I hoped he knew who I was. If not? I’d kill him, of course. He must be able to bow to his goddess.
I'm that which is seen only in darkness Swiftest of all, and near as old as time; Day's distant brother; fire and faintness, I light without shadow — can you solve this rhyme? My voice rang out over the higher mountain. If he wishes to claim this land, he would have to prove himself worthy. I grinned demonically and my eyes glinted at him. Come on, stag, show me your anger. Tell me you want to sink your teeth into Haph as much as I do. Death. To. The. Virtues.
//
