Romayne

[Romayne]

Name: Romayne Irene Thatcher

Nickname: Romy

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Age:Sixteen

Gender:Female

Height:5'4

Eye Colour: Blue

Hair Colour: Blond

Personality: Romayne is shy, simple, and slightly mysterious. She enjoys the simpler things in life, such as nature. Romy is often found outside at night, just staring at the stars. Most people consider her a freak, an outsider. She doesn't make many friends, but the few people who do befriend her can trust her for life. Romayne seems to be a bit... spacey in the head. She doesn't talk very much and takes secrets to the grave. Life and death fascinate her. Romy is very deep and seems to be holding many emotions inside of her.

History: Romayne was born in Blackfen . She was born into a small, stable family . Her parents didn't have much money when she was growing up, but that never bothered her . Making friends was also not one of her concerns so, even as a young girl, she basically placed herself into the outcast category . Material things did not interest Romy, yet nature did . She was fascinated with flowers, bugs, weather, animals, stars . She fostered many stray animals, including squirrels, foxes, cats, dogs, birds . Any kind of animal that was in need of help, Romy helped .

Unfortunately, Romayne never really learned how cruel other people could be . She was used, lied to, and abused both mentally and physically by other people, but she never seemed to realize what was happening to her . Romy's father died in a car accident when she was ten years old . At this point, people questioned her mental state, so it was not a huge surprise when the accident had little affect on her . Her mother, however, was a different story . She was in ruins after the death of her husband and became violently unstable . She beat Romy many times, nearly killing her twice .

Sample Post: Romayne woke very early. The sky was a silvery blue, shot with streaks of pink and orange. She could hear the soft titter of bird song through an open window. A warm breeze played with the loose tendrils of hair that were not thrown into a ponytail. She showered and dressed quickly then made her way to the barn to collect her horse. Upon arrival, some of the horses stirred and snorted, but most were quiet. Catty pricked his ears expectantly as she unlatched the stall door and began to ready him. A few minutes later, they were walking into the indoor ring. Romy placed a hand on the gelding's neck, starting from the top, almost by his ear, and letting it run down to his wither. She could feel the smooth fur beneath her palm and the ripple of thick muscles. Catty whickered appreciatively as he stared curiously at his new surroundings. His head swung every which way as his ears picked up every creak, every moan of the arena. His nostrils dilated, picking up the new scents, then he let out a huge snort. Romayne smiled slightly, patted him lightly on his sinewy neck, and proceeded to tighten the girl and adjust her stirrups. She jumped on him lithely, not bothering to use a mounting block, and gathered up her reins.

The moment Romayne was on his back, Catty began to walk forward lightly, neck arched and ears pricked. Romy could feel the tension in his walk, could feel him fighting against the slight pressure of the bit, knew how badly he wanted to go. She once more let her hand slide down his neck. "Quiet now, Catty," she murmured to him. The gelding's speckled ears flicked back quickly to catch her words, then swiveled forward once more. After a circuit around the ring, she collected her reins and nudged him forward with her legs. He responded immediately, springing into a trot, a little too forward for her liking. She sat deep and half-halted and the gelding slowed his pace. It was a pleasantly springy gait, and she let the natural rocking of it push her out of the saddle while she posted. Romy kept her hands in contact with the bit and her horse settled his neck into a lovely arch. She began circling him, varying the tightness of the spirals, to stretch his legs and to warm him up. Horse and rider switched directions, going counter clockwise, and did the same type of work.

Romayne let Catty fall back into a walk, giving him a bit more rein now that he wasn't so fresh. He stretched his neck gladly and snorted a few times. The sun began to stream through the window, now not a feeble gray light as it had been when she woke this morning, but a yellowish glare. She could see the dust moats floating peacefully, swirling as the wind kicked up. After a few minutes, she once more collected her reins, and pushed Catty forward into a canter. His canter was her favorite gait to ride. It was smooth, a rocking motion that was easy to ride and very pretty to watch. She did more circles with him, then extended and collected his gait. Catty was very supple and was responding excellently to her commands. She asked for a flying lead change as they switched directions, and after a shake of his head and a flick of his tail, he once more was cantering on the correct lead. Romayne was pleased with the way he was acting and allowed him to walk once more, circling the large arena quietly.

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[Nisha]

Accepted! =D