Post by Morgan Hartselle on Apr 6, 2012 23:07:26 GMT -5
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• DEAD OR ALIVE •
MORGAN HARTSELLE
"Leave your fears behind and try to take the path less traveled by"[style=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; padding-top: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px;]NAME • Morgan Dahlia Hartselle
NICKNAME •
AGE • 24
GENDER • Female
SEXUALITY • Straight
OCCUPATION • Horse Merchant
CLASS • Middle
FACE CLAIM •Jenifer Love Hewitt
[/style]NICKNAME •
AGE • 24
GENDER • Female
SEXUALITY • Straight
OCCUPATION • Horse Merchant
CLASS • Middle
FACE CLAIM •Jenifer Love Hewitt
"Hand upon a deadman's gun, and you're looking down the sights,"
[style=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; padding-top: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px;]APPEARANCE •
EYE COLOR • Light brown
HEIGHT • 5’2’’
WEIGHT • 128
BUILD • Petite
SCARS? • Rope burns, couple of old scars from working with temperamental horses and meeting the wrong end of their hooves and teeth.
UNIQUE CHARACTERISTIC •
[/style]Long brown hair reaches easily to her back and she tries to keep it tamed whenever she’s working. She just can’t bring herself to cut it even if it’s slightly impractical. It’s normally naturally curly and her bangs are cut to fall across her forehead. She has a rather strong jaw that’s softened by her long hair, something she doesn’t realize. Her light brown eyes are surrounded by long dark eyelashes that she could bother to accent if she had a reason. She’s normally clad in a well-worn pair of jeans and shirts and her work is normally dirty. Given that she’s only five two and only weighs a hundred and twenty-eight pounds all of that is the muscles she’s packed on from her years of working with horses.
EYE COLOR • Light brown
HEIGHT • 5’2’’
WEIGHT • 128
BUILD • Petite
SCARS? • Rope burns, couple of old scars from working with temperamental horses and meeting the wrong end of their hooves and teeth.
UNIQUE CHARACTERISTIC •
"Your heart is worn, and the seams are torn,"
[style=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; padding-top: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px;]PERSONALITY •
LIKES •
DISLIKES •
WEAKNESSES •
STRENGTHS •
FEARS •
[/style]Hard-headed, practical, and determined Morgan could go head to head with the most stubborn mule in Texas and probably win. On the surface she’s the most grounded woman you could ever hope to meet; even if she wears jeans and t-shirts. Underneath the practical exterior beats the heart of a secret romantic; one of the things that got her in trouble in the past. She likes horses, wearing frilly underwear, and a good shot of whiskey so most people consider her a strange mixture of man and woman. The tragedy that occurred in her past doesn’t haunt her often, mostly because she attempts to focus on her present as much as possible. That hard headedness allows her to blur out many of her feelings in the pursuit of whatever goal she’s after. Most people call her crazy for the work she sometimes has to do with the more problem case horses. The majority of prejudice comes from the fact that she’s a woman and most men believe that she coddles the horses she trains just because her methods are different. Despite all that she’s actually an incredibly brave individual that believes in helping both the people and horses that enter her life.
LIKES •
horses; The first love of her life she’s determined to make her living off of them.
autumn; By far her favorite season if she could make every day fall she would because of the mildness of the weather and what the season brings.
feminine undergarments;Despite her tough exterior and practical daywear she loves wearing frilly night clothes; she’d cut out her own tongue before she admitted it though.
DISLIKES •
whining; Nothing worse than a complainer who gripes about their work, or their lives, or well you get it. Enough negativity in the world, don’t need someone else to point it out.
snakes; They don’t leave her petrified like some but she’ll definitely go out of her way to rid the world of a few more.
crying; She rarely indulges in tears and she hates when it actually happens; they don’t have a use and there are much better things she could be doing with her time.
WEAKNESSES •
horses; She can’t resist a horse in trouble; buying them or the gear that goes along with them.
romance; She presents a practical and realistic cover but deep down…she’s a hopeless romantic. Prone to mooning over flowers or dreaming about moonlit walks within the safety of her own mind of course.
books; She devours the ones she manages to get her hands on while juggling her work schedule. She never finished her education which is something she regrets slightly.
STRENGTHS •
bravery; Morgan never hesitates to tackle new challenges or buckles under pressure.
practical; Morgan was blessed with a head for business and mind that doesn’t wander. Not only will she make her dreams come true but she’ll be realistic while she’s at it.
FEARS •
rats; The fearless and the brave can face down a rearing stallion but she can’t look a rat in the eye; disgraceful.
death; Basically loosing anything that’s important to her. Knowing it’s inevitable doesn’t help.
"And they've given you a reason to fight."
[style=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; padding-top: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px;]FAMILY • Mother- Sarah Hartselle and Father- Darren Hartselle
PETS • Psyche- ‘Smoke Thief’ grey with black points mare, Grace- ‘Queen’s Grace’ brown and white paint mare, and Diablo- ‘Noble Rogue’ black stallion
HISTORY •
[/style]PETS • Psyche- ‘Smoke Thief’ grey with black points mare, Grace- ‘Queen’s Grace’ brown and white paint mare, and Diablo- ‘Noble Rogue’ black stallion
HISTORY •
The classic story of love at first sight couldn’t have been truer for Morgan at the age of eighteen she fell in love. A young gentleman by the name of Kyle Dane came courting one evening when Morgan was seventeen. She belonged to the well-off family of Hartselle known for their cattle rearing in and around Amarillo. He came to see her often and before her parents knew anything they were already deeply in love and swore to marry. Her father vehemently opposed the match and her mother begged; both tried to tell her that he was only interested in the money. Morgan was shocked over her parent’s protests and believed that they thought no one could love her for herself instead of seeing the true intentions under their worry. She ran away to see Kyle to tell them that they could be together without her families approval. He was confused at first but when she told him that her father had disowned her he left her alone in bed; a broken hearted eighteen year old that knew more about than most twenty-four year olds.
Morgan stayed in the shack that Kyle had owned for three days, trying to put herself back together again so that she could face her parents. What she saw when she rode back up their driveway was the shell of the two story house she had grown up in. The barn was nothing but cinders and the majority of her family’s livestock had died in the inferno, along with their wealth. The only animals that were left alive were three horses that her father was going to train to become their personal mounts. Her mother’s Grace, hers Psyche, and her father’s Diablo; they had been left in the fields as her father hadn’t bothered to bring them in. She gathered the traumatized steeds, what was left of her home, and headed into town.
Morgan never found out how the fire had started. The authorities could only tell her that her parents had been inside and most of the families live stock was either dead or stolen. She was assured they would do what they could but they had no leads to go on. She gathered what was left of her family’s money in the bank and resolved to start her life anew. She didn’t have large amounts of funds to work with but she was going to start her own ranch. A ranch that was dedicated to horses: breeding, training, and selling. Morgan knew there was a lot of work ahead of her but she was determined to succeed for not only herself but the memory she had of her parents.
"And you're not going to take what they've got to give,"
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[/style]What a grueling day. Morgan left a breathy sigh slip from her lips as she tiredly rubbed at the tension built up in her neck. Her feet scuffed the ground as she pulled her hat from her head and shook out her hair with relief. She trudged up the stairs leading to her tiny house and shucked off her boots at the door. Tossing her hat to the side she turned to her work table and sat in front of her books. Glancing over the details she saw there she rubbed her temple and settled in to catalog her sale today.
While she had enough money to support herself and her horses she didn’t have enough to buy any more yet. What she really wanted to do was breed Psyche and Diablo, but she had to gentle the damn stallion first. Today was just another day in the long string of attempts of her trying to approach the aggressive stallion. Ever since the night of the fire he would get into these moods where he would do nothing except ignore any human that got near him; well he wasn’t above savaging them if they didn’t catch the hint. Morgan hadn’t been willing to take the hint today. As she leaned back in her chair she ran over the day’s events again.
Psyche and Grace had cantered to the fence to greet her; Psyche with enthusiastic whinnies and Grace with a quiet snort. Diablo was kept in a smaller pen next to them and kept to the back with only a sullen look in their direction. From the moment Morgan knew it was going to be a long day. She had finally determined that she was going to take time to tame the black stallion instead of pushing his problems to the side. She’d turned around one day and realized that she’d turned Grace and Psyche into perfectly mannered horses but Diablo still resisted what she had to give him. Most days he was friendly with others and she’d worked with him before. On his good days she could put a saddle on him and work him in the round pen but on his bad days…man she was tired. As the numbers started to blur before her eyes Morgan gave up and headed upstairs to bed.
"And you're not going to let them take your will to live"
[style=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; padding-top: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px;]IF FOUND, PLEASE NOTIFY STARRI IMMEDIATELY. THEY HAVE BEEN SEARCHING 20 YEARS FOR THIS INDIVIDUAL. PLEASE MEET AT THE SHERIFF'S OFFICE, AND RECITE “Would you om my nom?" IN ORDER TO RECEIVE YOUR REWARD.
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