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 Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 10:02 am
Hey!
This is where I'll be posting all of my profiles, posting styles, etc. Feel free to look and read, but please don't steal anything off of them! If there is something you would like to use and saw on one of my profiles or posting styles (lyrics, pictures, etc) please ask before using them! c: Thank you!
<3 Leo
EDIT:: Name change! This is because of an amazing fair story! xD Basically, at the fair on Labor Day weekend, a bunch of friends and I shoved ourselves into the mangers beneath my trailer windows. Basically a storage compartment that is three doors, each a two foot square big. And we fit six girl's in there. We became the Girl Scouts of Trashing Leo's Trailer of America. And the Drill Team Trailerhood. SO. <3
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 10:37 am
xxLine 1 of Quote or Lyric xxxxLine 2 of Quote or Lyric xxxxxxLine 3 of Quote or Lyric xxxxLine 4 of Quote or Lyric xxLine 5 of Quote or Lyric McKinley "Red" de Leon  Quote Line 1 of Quote or Lyricxx
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McKinley de Leon
Though I prefer to be called
Red
I've been around for some time now
Eighteen
Isn't it obvious?
Male
 I'm also known as
The Captain
I am well respected
Blacksmith, sailor
The one in my heart
The Pirate King
The Lady
The First Mate
Their blood flows through me
Captain Jack Sparrow
Angelica de Leon
Captain Blackbeard A Little Deeper In XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX My favorite!
Sailing
Swords
Smithing
The Black Pearl
Fencing
Guns
Legends
Sarcasm
His father
His history
Being a pirate
His crew
Foolery
Stealing
A good storm
Escaping death
Treasure!
No thank you!
The Commodore
Pirate haters
Stormy seas
Laws
Jail
Mutiny
Getting caught
Facing the noose
England's government
British soldiers
His mother
His grandfather
Ship thieves
Get it away, please!
No way!
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b]Can you hear it?
Stand My Ground -- Within Temptation
The Howling -- Within Temptation
Deciever of Fools -- Within Temptation
Breakaway -- Kelly Clarkson
Me and My Gang -- Rascal Flatts
The Inside Story XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX I'm not all I appear to be
Personality, five sentences minimum
Opening the book
History, five sentences minimum
A little extra
Anything else
My best friend!
Leopardstreak Five 100x100 Icons To be finished!
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Leopardstreak Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 9:49 am
 A Little About Me
☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰ Hello, my birth certificate reads Jessica Raquelle McKinley.
But I'd really like it if you just called me Jess, Raqi or Mickey.
Last time I checked, I was a girl.
I greeted the world on August fourteenth.
And so far I've blown out seventeen candles.
Poeple also know me as Miss Confused. Want to Know More?
☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰ Well, I absolutely love these!
+ Sunshine
+ Horses
+ Jumping
+ Eventing
+ Dressage
+ Blue ribbons
+ School
+ Summer Stone Ranch
+ Miss So Not Over Him
+ Mister Daredevil
+ Mister Flirt
+ Thunder
+ Swimming
+ The beach
+ Reading
+ Drawing
+ Riding!
+ Jeans, boots, and t-shirts!
But, I absolutely, one-hundred percent hate these!
- Pink. Yuck.
- Rainy days
- Gray!
- Dresses and/or skirts
- Not being able to ride
- Miss Rich Girl
- Shallow people
Eek! Get it away!
x Not winning blue ribbons
x Not getting good grades
x Losing her horse
x Losing her friends Digging in Deeper?
☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰It's the way I am, like it or not.
Should she? Or shouldn't she? Jess is always asking herself those same two questions. She is very unsure of herself, all except when she's on her horse. When she's riding, she is quite confident, and is out to win. Jess is a very competitive rider and she knows how good she is. She knows when to push herself and her horse, but at the same time she knows her limits. She would never put herself or her horse in danger. However, she can be a little bit or a risky rider on a jumping course, whether it be show jumping or cross country. She will take some risks to shave time or push the horse, but only when she feels that she and her horse can take it. She loves to win. But, first and foremost in her mind is the safety of her horse. Yes, she will take some unnecessary risks, but her horse's safety is of the utmost importance. Jess trusts her horse with her life, and that trust is reciprocated. Thunder may have been rebellious and difficult to train, but now he is very trusting and reliable. Though he may have his bad days, Jess is always willing to support him. She holds him very dear to her horse and her love for him is undying. She has a very deep bond with her horse and they have been through many trials together. Whether it be shows or just trail riding, Thunder is always willing to perform for his rider. However, if a different, unexperienced rider is put on the appaloosa gelding, he will pull every kind of stunt in the book to get that person off. Yet he is a different horse when Jess gets on him. He can be a bit stubborn at times, but most of the time he is willing to perform. However, off of her horse, Jess is a different person. She is a bit shy and timid with people she doesn't know or doesn't know to well, and is always constantly second guessing herself. She can also be very indecisive. However, though, when something needs to be done and no one is stepping forward, Jess will step forward and take charge, but always has someone along with her. Rarely does that happen, though. She doesn't like to be the first to do anything, because of her shyness. Other than riding, of course! Jess is a tomboy at heart and loves to get dirty. She will buckle down and get into the nitty gritty and get things done. She is a perfectionist- she won't stop anything until it is done perfectly. And that is the main reason that her tack is definitely some of the cleanest at the stable. She's also a very loyal person and quite trustworthy, but hates conflict. She will stop and argument if she can, pointing out a compromise, though she hates to compromise anyone's feelings. Jess will always go out of her way to make people feel better or boost their confidence. And because of her loyalty to Miss So Not Over Him and Mister Daredevil, she would never admit to her feelings about Miss So Not Over Him's ex-boyfriend, Mister Flirt. She is sometimes called Mickey by her very close friends, but for a special purpose. To sum this blonde up, she is a very intelligent, hard working, loyal, confident, and somewhat risky rider. But hey, it's what makes Jess Jess.
Yes, I look awesome
Jess is a long, lean riding machine. She is tall, at 6 foot one inch, and has very long legs. She is slender but not skinny, and proportioned perfectly. She has long blonde hair that falls a bit lower than her shoulders, and is usually in a ponytail. Her hair is silky and easy to work with, so sometimes she will come to the barn with gentle waves. Her skin is a flawless ivory that becomes deeply tanned during the summer months because of her love of being outside. Her eyes are a deep hazel, flecked with green and gold. They are quite alluring and easy to get lost in. Jess honestly does not have any idea of her beauty, but sees herself as an average teen with a talent for riding. She usually wears jeans, t-shirts, and boots, but also wears breeches a fair amount as well. She hardly ever wears skirts or dresses, because she does not like them, but will sometimes wear one for a very special occasion. Other than that, she wouldn't be caught dead in one. She always wears a special amethyst pendant around her neck that is a family heirloom- her grandmother gave is to her on her deathbed. Jess keeps it very close to her heart, because her grandmother was the one who encouraged her horse enthusiasm and never stopped supporting her.
I was so cute when I was a baby!
Jess was born on the California beach. Her mother and father were happily married, her father a successful business man and her mother a fashion designer. They owned a Malibu beach house that overlooked a large section of the sunny California shore, with crystal blue water lapping at the pale sandy beach. A girl's dream come true? Rich parents, a beach house, a fashionista as a mother? The only problem with that was Jess didn't like it. When she was young, her mother would use her as a model for her children's line. Jess was launched into a world of cameras, clothes, and catastrophe. One that she didn't want to be in. From early on, Jess developed a hatred for the color pink. Maybe that was because all she wore when she was young was pink! Her mother made her into a blushing flower, much to her dislike. The young girl was used as a pawn in her mother's huge game, but she still had a pretty good childhood. Her father understood how much she disliked being a "model", and would always make time to take her to the beach. She loved the beach! The feeling of the warm sand beneath her feet, the waves gently lapping at her feet, and the sound of splashing and seagulls. Of course, when they weren't screeching. The sound of the surf was the best sound in the world! Jess loved to collect seashells and different rocks she would find on the beach, but her favorite activity? Building sandcastles!
Jess and her father would spend hours on the beach outside their house, hauling water and shaping sand. Although almost everything they built fell down, Jess loved building with her hands. She loved gitting dirty and feeling the sand squish in her fingers. She and her father grew very close during these many hours in the sun. While she and her mother grew distant, her father became like her best friend. She trusted him and he would always stand up for her in any right situation. Not to say he wouldn't punish her when she was in the wrong, but that was part of parenting. As Jess grew older, she began to look more like her father. She had his long and lean build, and his deep, riveting hazel eyes. The only thing she got from her mother was the blonde hair and her impeccable style. Jess grew to be more and more like her father, but soon she became to shape into her own person.
While her parents hated to get dirty, she loved it. She would dance in the rain and play in the mud. She would get herself covered in sand and loving every minute of it. She loved the beach! She eventually taught herself to surf, and though she didn't compete, she had fun showdowns wih her friends. She would totally kick their boards. Even though she loved surfing anf the beach, Jess still felt that she needed something else. That surfing was really just a hobby, a way to kill time. She wanted something she could devote her life to. And it wasn't going to be a board and saltwater waves.
Jess had gone to a fair with her parents and loved watching the animals. She found that her favorite animal was the horse. Jess loved watching riders move with their horses as if they were one. How the horses seemed to know exactly what the riders wanted and executed it perfectly. Jess did some research and decided she wanted to give it a shot. She found a good stable only a couple miles from her home, and she brought it to her father. Now, her father was supportive, but he would push her to strive for her best. After some convincing, he gave. Jess was ecstatic! She made an appointment with a trainer for a lesson. But then the question arose- what was she supposed to wear? She wasn't one that worried about her clothes; she wouldn't be caught dead doing that. But still. Whenever Jess watched professional riders perform, they always seemed to have these tight beige pants and tall black boots. Deciding to go on that, Jess rummaged around hers and her mother's closet. She eventually found a pair of skinny jeans and some black boots with a short heel. Hoping that would make the cut, Jess set her clothes out. The next day marked her lesson!
Early the next morning, Jess was up and dressed in her jeans, boots, and a spring green tee shirt. She twisted her silky blonde hair into a ponytail, grabbed her watch, and headed out. She swiped a bagel for a quick breakfast and then hopped into the car with her father, who was dressed in his business suit, as always. She was so excited on the whole ride there! When they got there, Jess got some pretty strange looks. She obviously was new. But what was a ten year old doing with a father in a suit, in a stable?! Jess set her shoulders and ignored the looks, finding the trainer fairly easily. The girl was put on a large bay Thoroughbred gelding named Rookie. Though his size was intimidating, Jess refused to give in to inner fears. This was what she had been wanting to do forever. Jess was taken into an arena and helped on, and she settled easily into the small English saddle. The trainer began some basic moves, but it was clear that Jess was a natural. She moved effortlessly with the horse, and her posture was near picture perfect. She had real potential, and the trainer noticed that. Jess had a perfect lesson; she knew that this was what she wanted to do. It just felt so right being on the horse's back, and Jess had a lot of confidence. As she began to become a regular at the stable, she got better and better on Rookie. She also began to order some actual riding clothes; breeches, paddock boots and tall boots, half chaps, a few huntcoats and show shirts, and of course, a velvet helmet of her own. Jess began to get better and better, and soon was climbing the ranks at the stable.
She and Rookie became a great team. She learned how to jump and do dressage on him. She flew over every jump, glided effortlessly through every dressage test, and soon was on her way in the show circuit. She competed at many classics, invitationals, schooling shows, and even some national shows. She became the star jumper of the stable. She grew to be very close to a small group of girls and a boy. Her close friends at the stable were Steph, Arianna, and Chad. The four of them were star riders. They were known throughout the region and definitely the best at the stable. Jess really loved her friends. In fact, about a year after she joined, Chad started calling her McKinley. Soon enough, Steph and Ari caught on and evolved "McKinley" into "Mickey". Jess was no longer the Jessica she once was, but now known to her close friends as Mickey. She loved that nickname from the start. Jess and her friends got along great, until, five years later, Jess had to leave.
The teenager had been acceped into a prestigious boarding school with a top notch equestrian program. She had applied, not thinking she would get in, but she did. She managed it! Jess was accepted! When her parents heard the news, they were overcome with excitement. While her mother scrambled to find chic decorations for her dorm room and the best outfits, her father had her true interest at heart. While he knew she loved Rookie, he also knew she would need a good horse to ride at the school. He broke the news to her over dinner. Jess almost did a spittake. She was getting her own horse! Her. Own. Horse! They were going to start looking on the weekend- which seemed like an eternity away! But it got there soon enough. Jess and her father went to many different horse farms, never finding one that fit Jess. She was almost ready to give up when they found him. Him. The horse that was perfect for Jess.
He was rowdy. Unpredicatable. Sometimes uncontrollable. But Jess fell in love with him. He was a gorgeous Appaloosa gelding with champion bloodlines and a champion build. Sure, he would require training. But he was wha she wanted! After much haggling with the owner, Jess finally was able to take him home. She brought him to the stable and showed him to all her friends, which, by the way, were quite jealous. At first, they were afraid of him. He would lunge out and snap at them, meanwhile trying to kick Jess. The gelding was unsafe and nasty. But, Jess was ready for the workload. She wanted this SO badly. It was worth it!
After months of getting bucked off and endless hours of training, the summer had ended. It was time to leave for school. The gelding, which Jess had named Thunder and Lightning; Thunder for short, had come a long way. He was now very easy to control and responded perfectly to Jess's cues. He was definitely a champion. He was one of the highest jumpers at the stable, and not to mention one of the best dressage horses. He was fiercely loyal to Jess and almost no one else could ride him. But he was perfect for Jess. The night before she departed, Jess took him out on a sunset ride on the beach. She always wanted to go cantering bareback along the beaches, but never got there. But that night, her dream came true. She was galloping along the sandy Malibu beach, her horse's hooves splashing through the water. It truly was a night to remember.
Jess was actually doing pretty well at her school. She was on the advanced riding team and won at every one of her shows. She and Thunder were an unstoppable team. But she wanted to go bigger. And that was why, when she found out about Summer Stone Ranch, she was excited. Very, very excited. She signed up immediately and was accepted in as a summer program participant. She was so excited to go! All she wanted to do was go and improve her riding, win shows, and become a better team with Thunder. But things weren't that easy.
When Jess got to Summer Stone Ranch, she was a bit shy. She didn't talk too much, but Miss So Not Over Him welcomed her. She became Jess's first friend. She also was the first one to start calling her Mickey. She and Jess just clicked. Jess also befriended everyone else, but Miss So Not Over Him was her best friend. She also grew to develop a crush on Mister Daredevil, but she had no idea that the feeling was reciprocated. Eventually, the two started dating. But now, with Miss So Not Over Him so distraught over her breakup with Mister Flirt, and Mister Flirt flirting with Jess, she has no idea what to do. She just wants everything to go back to normal and things to stop being so confusing!
Shh! Don't tell anyone!
- Her special nickname is Mickey, given to her by her old stablemates
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2011 4:33 pm
xxPeople always say I have a laugh like my mother does xxxxGuess that makes sense xxxxxxShe taught me how to smile when things get rough xxxxI've got her spirit, she's always got my back xxWhen I look at her I think I wanna be just like that Alexis Rebecca McKinley  I ain't never been nothin' but tough I've never met a stranger, I can talk to anyone like my mother doesxx
I let my temper fly but she can walk away when she's had enoughxxxx
She sees everybody for who they really arexxxxxx
I'm so thankful for her guidancexxxx
She helped me get this far!xx Lets Get Down to Basics XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX I've had it since birth
Alexis Rebecca McKinley
Though I prefer to be called
Alex, Red, Mickey
I've been around for some time now
Nineteen
Isn't it obvious?
Female
 I'm also known as
Miss Shapeshifter
My abilities are unique
Able to shift into any creature in the world, human or not
Rookie Agent
The one in my heart
No one
Their blood flows through me
Mister Strength [father]
Miss Levitator [mother]
Mister Wolverine [brother] A Little Deeper In XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX My favorite!
+ Spying!
+ Her family
+ Her friends
+ Sports
+ Animals
+ High tech gadgets
+ Jeans and t-shirts
+ Music
+ Missions!
+ Taking risks
+ Plowing straight ahead into the unknown
+ Dangerous situations
+ Arguing (sometimes!)
+ Guns
+ Computers
+ Interrogating suspects
+ Taking down the perp!
+ Her powers
+ Practical jokes
+ Being a leader
+ Rebellion
+ Danger!
+ Strength
+ Getting dirty
+ Working hard
+ Her team
+ Her parents [commanding officers]
+ Extremely hard cases
+ Being loyal to her family
+ Science
+ Discovery
+ Big trucks
+ Going undercover
+ Spy cars!
No thank you!
- Not catching the guy
- Failing her missions
- Being stuck under her father's thumb
- Arguing (sometimes)
- Being stuck at home
- Boredom
- The bad guys!
- Getting hurt
- Being reprimanded for the way she does things
- Her brother (sometimes)
- Her father's demands
- Overprotective parents
- Fake people
- Dead ends
- People not respecting her or her family
- Disobedience
- People who put others in danger
- Being underestimated
- Blonde jokes!
Get it away, please!
x Getting killed on a mission
x Letting something accidentally slip
x Putting her family in danger
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Can you hear it?
Tough -- Kellie Pickler
Don't You Know You're Beautiful -- Kellie Pickler
Who Says -- Selena Gomez
Like My Mother Does -- Lauren Alaina
I'm A Survivor -- Reba McEntire
Wide Open Spaces -- Dixie Chicks
Keep Holding On -- Avril Lavigne
True Colors -- Glee Cast Version
Defying Gravity -- Glee Cast Version
I'll Stand By You -- Carrie Underwood
I Won't Let Go -- Rascal Flatts
Breakaway -- Kelly Clarkson
Work Of Art -- Demi Lovato
Make It Shine -- Victoria Justice
Open Eyes -- Debby Ryan The Inside Story XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX I'm not all I appear to be
Alex isn't your average blue eyes blonde haired broad. She doesn't have just empty air in that head of hers. She is an intelligent and hard-working girl, and is very passionate about what she loves to do- spying! She's one to jump in and risk it all if she's onto something hard and fast. She can be reckless at times, but knows how to get out of almost every sticky situation. She loves to get into the nitty gritty and isn't afraid to get dirty. She loves her family very much, but her mother is her best friend. Their relationship isn't like most rocky mother daughter relationships. Her mother has supported her through everything- bad relationships, frustration with her father, every near death experience in the field. Alex is trustworthy, yes. She is a very good friend and will always listen. She's not very open about some things, but she is great about hiding things: fear, love, emotion. She can put on a poker face that you wouldn't believe. That's what makes her so great at spying. That and her sass. Alex will argue with almost anything (that her father says) and almost always gets the best of her opponent. She has learned to tease- in high school, she's learned, that sometimes teasing will get you places you wouldn't believe. And sometimes, that skill comes in handy in, say, kidnapping situations. But, beside her charm and sass, Alex is a fighter. She'll fight until her last breath for what she believes in, and maybe that's why she loves her powers so much. Besides her crazy shooting abilities, now she can do her job so much better! She's very tough and iron willed- when she decides something, there is NO swaying her. She is a very trustworthy individual, and, despite putting herself in danger, she will go out of her way to make sure her colleagues stay safe. She very much hates it when people don't follow orders- at least ones that ensure their safety. Sure, she doesn't! But Alex has been in the spy field for her whole life. She knnows every nook and cranny, can almost predict the outcome of every situation. When she says something, people had better listen. She could be saving their lives. She was always a veyr intelligent individual and graduated at the top of her class. She was valedictorian, beating out her competition by a tenth of a point. And that's what I call smart. Alex is definitely an experienced spy, and it shows through. Alex McKinley: Sharp shooter. Fighter. Sassy. Emotionless. Passionate. Down to the wire intelligent. What else can you say?
Opening the book
Alex was born and raised in Washington D.C. Her parents were always agents, from the day she was born. Alex and her brother stayed with a nanny during the time that her parents were out in the field. Alex was very close to her brother during her early years. She would always ask her parents what they did when they got home, but of course, they couldn't tell her. At least until she was old enough to understand. So, their excuse always changed very widely: "saving dolphins", "protecting the President", "buying you birthday gifts!", etc. They were all crazy, but Alex was a gullible child. She believed them and was in awe of them during her whole childhood. She developed a keen knack (and love) of reading and science, and would curl up in a chair with a book and would be silent for the rest of the day if you would let her. She also loved her first bike- she refused training wheels. She proclaimed that they "would slow her down". Many crashes, cuts, scrapes, and bruises later, Alex was very nimble on her bike. She loved to jump off things and put herself in danger. She totally loved the adrenaline that rushed in her veins. She and her brother would race, and do jumps together, and everything else. She had an amazing time while her parents were off "saving dolphins".
When Alex was seven, her parents took her to the agency. She had been figuring out where her parents were going, and had found a lot of their gadgets in their room. She loved to investigate. Begging, Alex reallllly wanted to see what they did in real life. Her father got permission from his commanding officer that she could come, reluctantly, with many promises on her maturity level and her silence. Alex was ecstatic! But of course, the McKinleys brought her brother, too. Yuck. Alex was enthralled with all the gadgets and computers at the headquarters, especially the cars! She knew, then and there, that she wanted to become a spy. Follow in her parents' footsteps. Now, since the legal age to become a spy is eighteen, Alex refused to be rejected. She latched onto her parents and wouldn't go, and was taken on her first mission when she was nine. No other kid would have been able to do this- she was granted special access by her parents, who had become chiefs as well. Her first mission? A federal threat.
Before Alex could accompany her parents on their missions, she had to learn how to defend herself. Her weapon of choice? Guns. She had always been toying with her brother's play Nerf guns and such, tinkling with them and making them shoot faster, straighter, and harder. Alex loved shooting. She would play with her brother in mock wars every day for hours on end. She also loved to look at her father's gun collection. Rifles, pistols, everything. Even a taser. Alex couldn't believe her ears when her dad told her that she would be coming to the agency to learn to shoot properly. Now, Alex had already taught herself to aim and everything, but never with a real gun! Alex and her father went to the shooting range in the agency and got Alex a gun. The girl's first few shots were terrible. They didn't even touch the target. But once Alex got the hang of the gun, her bullets began to come closer and closer to the bullseye. As the session ended, Alex had three shots in the bullseye. Week after week, Alex went to the range with her parents to practice. She would have shootouts with the other rookie agents, and as she got better, she began to beat them. Imagine their embarrassment: beaten in a shootout by a seven year old!
Back to the mission. The President had been recieving death threats and curses from a Mayan dictator. Now, since all dictators have diplomatic immunity, the police forces couldn't bring them to justice. Everything that was mentioned in these threats had come true- from the disappearance of two of his most trusted advisors to the forced retirement of his vice president. At that point, the President had been very worried. But the next threat got him on the verge of quitting: "You have not complied, and I am forced to take action. Beware, Mister President. Beware." Not much to it, right? Well, it turns out that the President had been using Mayan plants to smuggle drugs into the United States. He was making big bucks off it, too. But the government couldn't find out, could it? Alex's mission (with her parents, of course!): find the person behind these threats and put him behind bars! All the police leads were dead ends. The McKinleys had to travel to the Yucatan Peninsula and actually pose as servants at the diplomat's house. However, the tricky part was staying off the radar. The guy was smart. There was no way to get access to the man himself. And yet, his threat rang true.
The McKinleys got a call from HQ, putting them on Red Alert. The President's secret services spotted black figures sneaking into the White House- but they had no one on the inside. Now, Jack McKinley was posing as an assassin for the Mayan diplomat's house. He was sent. Carrie (Alex's mother) and Alex were sent to follow, and to complete the mission if things went wrong. Now, Jack had a tape recording of the orders. If he could bring the spies in and round up the assassins, the diplomat's immunity would be revoked and he would be accessible on murder and kidnapping, as well as attempted murder and blackmail. All that needed to happen was Jack would have to take out the assassins himself- well, with the help of the Secret Service agents.
Alex, Jack, and Carrie (her mother) were all sent to the White House. Jack was sent as an assassin. Carrie and Alex were sent to bring the assassins back safely, but the diplomat was not aware of their real purpose. Alex was stationed secretly byt the kitchen back door in the west wing. In her black sneak suit, crouched into the bushes and shadows, still as the air and silent as a mouse, she was undetectable. She was invisible. She was to wait there and catch any escapees. About two hours later, Alex was briefed over her earpiece. The assassins were all rounded up- but then it cut off with some shouting. Alex was a bit confused, but decided not to move. She hadn't been cleared yet. Suddenly, the doorknob on the door rattled. Alex shrunk down, rigid and eyes wide. She watched silently as a man in black slipped through the door and expertly closed it to look as if he wasn't there. He turned and took off into the forest. Alex leapt up and took off after him, her strides eating up the ground behind him. She had been in track and cross country for her school years before, and had always had the fastest time on the team. However, her seven year old legs couldn't nearly keep up with her target. Suddenly, the GPS in her pocket vibrated. It was an alert, telling her to get back to her station. Alex kept running, but was looking at her GPS. The earpiece rumbled to life, broadcasting her father's angry voice in her ears. He demanded she give up the chase and get back to her station because it wasn't safe. But Alex ignored him. She was bound and determined to catch this guy. As the young blonde looked back up, she realized she had lost her target. She stopped, standing stock still. She was trying to see if she could place where the assassin had gone off to. A click in the dark was heard, and as quick as a flash, Alex was on the ground and rolling away, pulling out her Glock .45 as she went. She fired it at the man's hand, and the gun fell away onto the ground. The man clutched his injured hand, throwing himself off balance and causing him to fall out of the tree. Alex heard a sickening crunch and the man doubled over, falling to his knees. Alex hurried forward and kneed him in the back. She quickly tied his hands up and turned her earpiece back on, requiring backup. The assassin was hauled away with the rest of his co-workers. Alex was grilled by her father about her recklessness, but Alex had had the time of her life. She felt alive. From then on, Alex was a one man show. She took very dangerous risks on her missions. She loved to live her life on the edge. She got herself in danger almost constantly, and had laughed in the face of danger many a time. She had many near death experiences, but always tooks down the guy. It was what she did, it was what she lived for.
As Alex grew older, she began to work for the agency more and more often. Of course, her brother was by her side as well. She was an unofficial rookie agent, let slip by her parents' status. No other kids could get in at the age she was. She loved meeting new agents (and of course, beating their pants off with her shooting abilities) and watching them graduate into real agents. Alex loved going on missions. Whether it be terrorist or just a security counterfeit mission, Alex was all over it. She loved her life. She loved spying. She loved it all! Throughout her teen years, she had been juggling her job and school. She had always been at the top of her class and top of the food chain. But not as the mean girl. She was the girl everyone looked up to because of how she interacted with everyone. No one was left out to her. She had been in a couple of relationships, some which had ended badly. But in everything, her mother was there. Her mother and Alex had become very close over the years, whether it be standing up for each other or just spending time around each other. Alex felt that she could tell her mother anything. However, her dad was a different story. He was very overbearing and demanding, and not to mention overprotective. He could quite possibly have done a background check on every one of Alex's past boyfriends. Not that she had that many. She preferred to work alone. When he wasn't grilling her about school, he was barking orders at her at the agency. When he wasn't pretty much narrating her missions in her earpiece, he was reprimanding her about how she could have gotten hurt. Needless to say Alex did NOT like it. Nor did she listen. She grew to be sassy and argue with her father, to snap back and get herself into trouble. But hey. Most of the time, Alex had a good reason for it.
After many missions, Alex finally turned eighteen. She was given two of her own cars- a Dodge Ram truck to drive around, and a "spy" car. A Chevy Camaro. In a metallic black. Alex loved her gifts, but her favorite? Her very own spy set of gear AND her badge. Finally! She had finally earned her way through to get her rookie agent badge. Needless to say, she could have gotten her actual secret agent badge with all her experience. But she had to be a rookie before she could be promoted. Alex was given many more tasks, but she was also busy in school. She had applied to Yale, and had gotten accepted. Now, she couldn't go broadcasting that she was a spy. She took her courses and kept her grades up, but also balanced her spy job as well. She was juggling everything quite well. But sometimes she just needed a break.
A few weeks after her nineteenth birthday, Alex and her family decided to go on a family vacation. To Egypt! And to make it better? Alex's parents said they could bring six friends! Alex and her brother each chose their closest friends, but Alex also invited Maggie, a new agent. They were close to the same age, but she seemed to stay on the outside. Alex could see of her own self in her. Spunk and rebellion. The thrill of taking risks. Alex really wanted to get to know her better, but she was just so guarded! In hopes of getting her to break down at least some of her walls, Alex invited her. Much to her surprise, she accepted. The group left two nights afterward for a three week trip to the land of the mummies. The group went on a tour of the pyramids, saw quite a few mummies, and went to many museums. They saw the heiroglyphics and also saw the Sphinx. And to top it all off? They all went on a two day caravan in the Amazon rainforest. They saw many animals in their natural habitat, and got covered in bug bites. But it was an awesome time! On the second day, Alex noticed everyone in their group had gotten a rash on their arms. Thinking it was just a poisonous plant, they treated it as such. Carrie (Mrs, McKinley) insisted on treating everyone's rashes, just to prevent infection. Alex could have done just fine without it, but still. When her mother set her mind to something, it got done.
After the trip, Alex started noticing that she had...unique abilities. She was able to turn into anyone she thought about or saw. She first realized this when she was playing Charades with her family, and was trying to act like Jack Sparrow in the movies catagory. Her family suddenly gasped and scurried away, and Alex looked at herself. She saw tattoos all over her body, and saw that her hair was... Black? Spooked by herself, Alex looked in the mirror. She was Jack Sparrow! Alex then started to scramble to think about herself, and moments later, she was back to herself. Talk about a frightening surprise! That was when Alex first realized she was a shapeshifter. She began to practice her powers and get them under control, and now can almost shift effortlessly into anyone or anything. Alex's family also began to realize they had powers. Her father?Super strong. Her mother? Could send a vase flying from twenty feet away. Her brother? Turned into a wolf creature. Alex began to pull together a hunch and asked her parents. What if everyone had powers? That would mean all the agents on the trip had them too. Alex and her brother began to ask around, and finally, after some time, they all admitted to it. It was quite strange. But now, what will they do with these powers? Will they use them to their advantage on missions, or will they be consumed by their own ambition?
A little extra
Nope, nothing!
My best friend!
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2011 2:15 pm
 THE GENERAL INFORMATION ➸ HAD IT SINCE BIRTH Raquelle Mickey de Leon ➸ EVERYONE CALLS ME Raq, Mick, Mickey ➸ I'VE BEEN AROUND MANY YEARS Twenty two ➸ EVERYONE HAS A SPECIAL DAY February 29th ➸ I THINK IT'S OBVIOUS Female ➸ ONLY HAVE EYES FOR THEM Straight ➸ THEIR BLOOD RUNS THROUGH MY VEINS Her father [blacksmith]
Her mother [apothecary]
* Although she has no idea whether they are still alive or not We're in the Fight of Our Lives ➸ I'M ALSO REFERRED TO AS The Elemantal Mage ➸ CAN'T GET THROUGH WITHOUT THEM The Animal Mage
The Shapeshifter Mage
The Weather Mage
The Light Mage ➸ YET THEY SLOW ME DOWN The Dark Mage ➸ I'D GIVE MY LIFE FOR THEM The Animal Mage IT MAKES ME WHO I AM ➸ I JUST CAN'T RESIST + Fighting
+ Independence
+ Leading the brigade
+ Her powers
+ Animals
+ Her horse, Dangerous Victory [Reckless]
+ Battles
+ Danger
+ Taking risks
+ Strategy
+ Thunderstorms
+ Night
+ Loyalty
+ Challenges
+ Practice
+ Victory
+ Strength
+ Having no fear
+ Staring death in the face
+ Taking chances
+ Thinking on her feet
+ Delving into darkness
+ The unknown
+ Being in charge
+ Defiance
+ Being different
+ Arguing [sometimes]
+ The Animal Mage, The Light Mage, The Shapeshifter Mage
+ Running on her horse
+ Being alone with her thoughts ➸ DON'T CARE FOR THOSE - The darkness
- Betrayal
- The Dark Mage
- Fear
- Disobedience
- Being ignored
- Going "rogue"
- Defeat
- Being underestimated
- Her mind not being clear
- Being questioned
- Losing control
- Being told what to do
- Arguing [sometimes]
- Wasting time
- Distractions
- Not knowing where they are going ➸ FEARS WILL ONLY SLOW ME DOWN x Not defeating the darkness ➸ EVERYONE'S GOT A MELODY Stand My Ground -- Within Temptation
Overcome -- Within Temptation
Keep Holding On -- Avril Lavigne
Unbreakable -- Fireflight
Stand In The Rain -- Superchick
Change -- Carrie Undewood
Stand -- Rascal Flatts
Anyway -- Martina McBride
Wild One -- Faith Hill
Can't Take Me -- Bryan Adams
I'm Still Here -- Johnny Rzeznik ➸ DON'T TRY TO CHANGE ME > Strong
> Fearless
> Hard working
> Determined
> Tough
> Iron willed
> Intelligent
> Guarded
> Focused
> True leader
> Cold [at times]
> Distrusting
> Stubborn
> Defiant
> Dangerous
> Loyal
> Fighter
> Always speaks her mind
> Won't be pushed around
> Rock solid
> Sharp tongued ➸ LIFE BEFORE IS ONLY A MEMORY Mick was born in southern Edmore to a peasant family. She was raised by her mother, who was the town apothecary (healer) and har father was the blacksmith. Her mother had a gift for herbs and healing, while her father excelled with fire and metal. When she was young, her father gave her the affectionate nickname of Mickey while her mother still called her Raquelle. Mick enjoyed watching her father work, though got herself in trouble many more times than she stayed out. She burned herself many times on her father's tools as she watched, intrigued, as he worked. She loved watching him work with swords and knives, but one of her favorite jobs to watch her father do was putting on horses' shoes. She loved stroking the gentle beasts as they stood for her father. She loved horses ever since. She would come to the shop every day she wasn't with her mother or working at the farm and get sword lessons from her father's apprentice, Navain. He was quite a few years older than her, but she caught on quickly. She began practicing when she was five, and by the time she was seven, she was almost at the point of mastering it. Of course, she wasn't nearly as good with a sword as Navair was. He would tell her stories about the palace and learning to swordfight under the army commander. Mick was entranced by these stories and grew to look forward to her sword lessons.
But there was still the farm. Mick was working with the animals when she was five, plowing the fields with the two Percheron horses the family ownerd when she was six. She loved working with the earth. It seemed to just move at her whim. Mick loved plowing and planting, watering and harvesting. She learned that hard work paid off at a very young age, and that's what gave her her unshakable faith in it so much later in her life. Mick was very devoted to her farm work and her sword lessons. She would spend afternoons watching the sun beat down on the fields and stare at each green blossoming plant before her eyes. She loved it. She loved the Earth, she loved the plants. She loved watering, she loved water in general. She also had a small gift with fire. She could start a full blown fire from a simple spark. What she didn't know was that she was blessed with elemantal powers.
A few weeks later, a mage came to town. He was a funny man, telling jokes and playing pranks on the town kids. Mick had seen him playing around her father's blacksmith shop, and saw him grow flowers for a fair maiden and pluck them. She giggled, watching the man. He made the water in the well dance. He struck the bonfire up with a snap of his fingers. He made the wind gently rustle around his robes, aking them dance in circles around him. He played with the animals, seemingly talking to them. Mick was very impressed. Her father came up behind her her and chuckled. "Impressed there, Mickey? That's the king's personal mage. He's the only one in this land that has magical powers since the Dark Ages. But be warned- he's a lot older than he looks!" Mick's father chuckled and went back to work, whistling a tune. Mick was left alone with her thoughts. She wondered it she could do that. She wanted to at least try!
When she got home that day, Mick decided to play. She wanted to act like that mage did. She began to mumble random words and snap her fingers, giggling. After about a half hour of that, she sat down, exhausted. She began to tap her fingers on her knee and stared out at the plants. She stretched her arms above her head, but as they rose, so did the plants. Only slightly, however, Mick noticed. Confused, she did the same thing. They grew a small bit again. In shock, Mick began to wonder: what if she did have magical powers? What would happen then? Mick slowly turned her head toward the well and pointed at it, then snapped her hand back toward the fields. Ever so slowly, a trickle of water appeared from the cracks in the stone and began to slither toward the fields. Astounded, Mick's hazel eyes grew very wide. She shut her eyes and concentrated, her face squished up as she focused on the water. All she wanted was to move that water. As Mick focused, the easier it became. Soon enough, Mick was getting the hang of moving water. From a trickle, it soon became a small stream. As the sun beat down, Mick began to get a bit hot from working on it. And tired. Mick stopped, not noticing that she had already watered a lot of the fields. She stretched her arms above her head, forgetting that the plants grew each time she did that, and the plants seemed to rocket skyward. Startled, Mick snapped her hands toward her. Suddenly, a gust of wind came rushing at her, sending her hair flying backwards. Mick shook her head, her hair shooting everywhere, and she stopped. She stopped moving, stopped thinking. Then it hit her: she was a mage! Should could control the elements! The only thing she hadn't tried was...fire. She shuddered at the thought. She could only try fire after she had a lot more practice with everything else. Fire was way more dangerous than wind or water. Or even earth.
After Mick realized this, she began to practice. Being only six at the time, she still had to go with her father to the blacksmith shop. Which also meant Navair, which meant sword lessons. As her nimbleness with a sword progressed, so did her mage talents. She would excuse herself to the town's garden, which her father believed, since he knew about her love of growing things. She would secretly practice her earth and water talents, makign the plants grow a bit each time. She would also focus on watering the plants without touching the water. As each day passed, her talents got much better. She began to meditate during her free time, focusing on her inner power and nurturing it. She began to learn about everything that her talents could cover. She could plow and plant a field with the snap of her fingers. She could water the fields by simply pointing at the well and then the field. Of course, she still loved doing it herself, especially using the horses. She loved working with thr ground with her fingers. But still, her powers came in handy.
She also enjoyed riding the horses. When her chores were done, she would hop onto her favorite Percheron, the sixteen year old gelding, named Roque. He always did what Mick wanted, especially when she was just learning to ride. She would ride home alone, but would also ride into town as well. She was a natural on horseback. She moved effortlessly with Roque. She could bend him to her whim at a moment's notice. She loved to just gallop across the grassy plains of her small hometown, and especially loved to lay in a meadow near her house while Roque grazed. She became veyr nimble on horseback, and sometimes even practiced her powers on his back. One time, though, she almost brought a tree branch down on their heads. After that, Mick decided to leave the practicing on the ground. However, Navair began to teach her how to combat on horseback. He taught her how to whip out her sword using the correct hand and different moves to be manuevered on horseback. Mick practiced, and practiced, and practiced. She became just as good with a sword on horseback as she was on the ground.
But there was still her powers to be worried about. She had been meditating through the years as she got older, now being fifteen. She had mastered earth and water. But there was still wind and fire to be handled. Now she didn't have to go to her father's blacksmith shop, but still sometimes visited. She enjoyed watching her father work, and, though she wouldn't admit it, had a very small crush on Navair. She enjoyed his lessons, but now, she could almost beat him in a sword match. She usually want to spar with him for practice, but sometimes just went to hang out with him. Just to be friends was enougfh for Mick. Her dad was very proud of how his Mickey was coming, although her mother wasn't too happy. She wanted her daughter to be her successor in the apothecary business. But, if Mick was going to be anyone's successor, she would be her father's. She loved his business. Her mother was also disapproving of how her daughter dressed. Mick used to wear dresses, like the proper women of the town. But as she grfw older, the big busty skirts began to get in her way. So, she secretly bought a large collection of breeches, shirts, boots, and bustiers. From then on, Mick would normally be seen in riding breeches or work breeches, tall brown or black boots, and billowy shirts with leather cinchers or bustiers. She also, without fail, would have her knife belt on her. She wouldn't go anywhere without it. Mick became known throughout the town as the scandalous female, since she refused to wear proper clothing. Because of all the disapproving treatment, Mick became stubborn and a bit hard-headed. She became somewhat sharp-tongued and didn't like people talking about her. She would have rather had people say it to her face than behind her back. However, she ignored this all, knowing that she needed to be focused on what was coming.
She had found out in a dream that the Darkness was rising again. Much weaker this time, but it was still rising again. She also found out that she was set with the task of pulling together a brigade of mages, six of them, that were also born with talents. Now, since no one else had powers, Mick was put with an extremely hard task. She had to find these other five in the whole land of Edmore. She was left wondering whether the other mages know about their powers, and if they knew about the darkness, or not. Either way, Mick knew that she needed to perfect and master her powers. She had already gotten earth, water, and air down perfectly. She was also doing very well in her meditiation. But she still had yet to try fire. She knew she had to master that to fully fight the darkness. She became very determined, and decided to try her fire ability in the field where the town's bonfires were supposed to be held. She knew no one goes there during the time that the fires weren't up. But there was always the kindling. Mick tried to recall what the mage did when she watched, but she could only remember him snapping his fingers. Mick focused her attention on a spark inside of her. She aimed all her power at the bonfire, and then snapped her fingers. She opened her eyes: nothing. nothing was there. Getting a bit flustered, Mick forced all her power at it and snapped her fingers once again. Mick heard a large crackle, and suddenly, felt heat. Mick opened her eyes and stepped back in horror. She had created a monstrous fire! Mick's mind scrambled as she fought to think of something. She reached inside herself and found her inner power, though it was dwindling with the amount of effort she put into her fire. She soon found a small pond near the woods, and pushed the water from the pond into the fire, extinguishign it slowly. Although, by then, it had begun to spread. Suddenly, an idea came to Mick. She may not be able to control weather, but she could still summon water. She raised her hands to the sky and brought them down quickly, pulling a water filled cloud with her. It dumped the water on the fire and eventually was put out, but Mick was exhausted. Magic was very exhausting, and too much at one time could kill her. Mick slumped against a tree for a short nap. However, when she woke, she heard shouting. And the moon was high in the sky. Suddenly alarmed, Mick raced back home. She burst through the door with soot on her face and was immediately met by a stern faced father and a red eyed mother. She was in huuuge trouble for disappearing. She was grounded for the rest of the month (which was almost four weeks). She wasn't allowed to leave the farm. She was to work the fields and take care of the animals. Nothing else.
For the rest of her groundation, Mick rode her horse, planted and worked the fields, and mastered her powers. By the time she was done, she was working on battle spells. She could summon any sort of element and bend it to her whim, making it attack a dummy that she had created. Although fire burned it up, Mick was getting much better with her powers. She had mastered her riding and swordplay, and the only thing that was left was finding the rest of the mages.
On her eighteenth birthday, Mick was given a dangerous stallion. She had seen him in the woods, on another person's property. He was a gorgeous black draft horse, one that reminded her of Roque. When she got this animal, she named him Dangerous Victory, Reckless for short. She was given the task of training him for her riding and battle. He was definitely a fiery stallion, that was for sure. But Mick was equally as fiery. After a fair amount of fights, Mick won him over. He began to work well for her, and eventually, after many damaged limbs and wounded pride, Reckless was an angel for Mick. He was completely devoted to her and fearless in any situation. he fit her perfectly.
After Reckless was trained, Mick left her hometown. She set off to search for the other mages, eager to get started. Over the years, she had become a tough girl who you wouldn't mess with. She became stubborn and strong, and somewhat cold and distrusting. She was determined to fight this darkness, and would do it with no fear. She became a fearless leader, and will fight until her dying breath.
(( I can edit to fit all the mages in here. c: )) ➸ MY PARTNER IN CRIME Leopardstreak
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2011 10:00 am
xxWell I've been saved by the grace of southern charm xxxxI got a mouth like a sailor and yours is more like a Hallmark card xxxxxxAnd if you wanna pick a fight, I'm gonna have to say goodnight xxxxI don't have to be hateful I can just say "bless your heart!" xxIt's easier can't you see? Let's agree to just disagree. Annie Rebecca Frost  If you fall, get back on again. Cowgirls don't cry. We don't have to like each other but it's sure fun to pretend!xx
Everybody says you gotta know your enemiesxxxx
Even if they only weigh a hundred pounds and stand five foot threexxxxxx
If you just smile and behave, you can always get your wayxxxx
It's a universal plan that'll get you where you can in all society!xx Lets Get Down to Basics XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX I've had it since birth
Annie Rebecca Frost
Though I prefer to be called
Red, Ms. Frost
I've been around for some time now
Twenty nine
Isn't it obvious?
Female
 I am well respected
Western Riding Teacher
The one in my heart
None
Their blood flows through me
None A Little Deeper In XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX My favorite!
+ Western riding
+ Giving lessons
+ Western pleasure
+ Horsemanship
+ Training
+ Taming mustangs
+ Rehabilitating horses
+ Showing
+ Bareback riding
+ Going swimming on horseback
+ Horse camping
+ Cowboy boots
+ Jeans & rugged clothing
+ Ball caps/cowboy hats
+ Country music
+ Her colleagues
+ The Owner's Daughter [Epona]
+ Limitless
+ Her dog, Maverick
+ Being around horses
+ Reining
+ Barrel racing
+ Speed events
+ Competing in huge shows
+ Being a leader
+ Mustangs
+ Freedom
+ Independence
+ Loyalty
+ Challenges
+ Hard work
+ Devotion
+ Passion
+ Full schedules
+ Teaching
+ Sharing her knowledge
+ Trucks!
+ Small towns
+ The South
+ Her family
+ Her students
+ Helping Epona
+ The ranch
+ Rain [sometimes!]
+ Rodeos
+ 4-H
+ Drill teams
+ Freedom
+ Discovery
No thank you!
- English riding
- Not placing in classes
- Dressage
- Unchallenging horses
- A boring day
- Betrayal
- Rain [sometimes]
- Jumping
- Any kind of English event
- Not being clear about her orders
- Being stuck in one place
- Not being listened to
- Putting her students in danger
- The Jumping Teacher
- Rock or any kind of hard music
- Dresses!
- Skirts
- Pink (Yuck!!)
- High heels
- Dressing up (at all)
- Big fany parties
- Stuck up people
- Celebrities
- Gossip
Get it away, please!
x Limitless getting hurt
x Losing the ranch
x Losing Epona's trust
x Getting fired
We are a team, now and forever Reach For The Stars; Limitless XXXLimitless is a seven year old 16.1 hand bay quarter horse with a small white star on his forehead. Race Against Time; Outlaw XXXOutlaw is a five year old black paint 15.2 hand Quarter horse gelding. Check out the pictures
Annie: [ x ] [ x ] [ x ] [ x ] [ x ] [ x ] [ x ] [ x ] [ x ]
Limitless: [ x ] [ x ] [ x ] [ x ] [ x ] [ x ] [ x ] [ x ]
Outlaw: [ x ] [ x ] [ x ] [ x ] [ x ] [ x ] [ x ] [ x ]
Can you hear it?
Only Prettier -- Miranda Lambert
Cowgirls Don't Cry -- Brooks & Dunn
Tough -- Kellie Pickler
She's Country -- Jason Aldean
Wildflower -- JaneDear Girls
American Honey -- Lady Antebellum
Beautiful -- Christina Aguilera
Wild Horses -- Natasha Bedingfield
Can't Take Me -- Bryan Adams
I'm A Survivor -- Reba McEntire
Back That Thing Up -- Justin Moore
Who Says -- Selena Gomez
Country Strong -- Gwyneth Paltrow
Girls Like Me -- Kellie Pickler
Small Town Girl -- Kellie Pickler
The Inside Story XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX I'm not all I appear to be
Annie is called Red for obvious reasons: her fiery red hair! But her hair isn't the only things fiery about this Southern belle. She is a true down home Southern girl, with the accent and attitude. She has a red hot temper when it gets pulled, but she had gottten a handle on it. She isn't one to take things easily, and will definitely stand up for both herself and Epona. Annie will stand behind Sarah's daughter until her dying breath, and is very loyal to her. In a way, Annie sometimes sees Epona as her foster daughter, but also as kind of a sister. She holds a deep respect for the girl and for her mother, as well as her memory. Annie, as was said before, is a total Southern woman. She has a fiery heart and is passionate about horses. She will take charge in any situations, and is a definite leader. She has an attitude that you wouldn't believe, but it never comes out at the ranch. She is very patient with her students and always takes time with them individually and in a group. She is also teaching Epona to give lessons. She loves each and every one of her students and is constantly bursting with pride whether they have just started or ready to show. Spealing of showing, Annie loves to show her Western horse, Limitless, in pleasure, halter, and horsemanship. She has put countless hours on him, getting him to the point of being a perfect Western horse. His headset is perfect, and all his gaits are snail slow and impeccably smooth. Annie has taken him to countless shows and has a ton of championship ribbons. She has also taken him to the national shows as well. As for her other horse, Outlaw, he is her speed horse. Annie loves to go fast. She has always loved tom compete in rodeos since she was little. Outlaw is flashy fast, and his barrels and poles speeds are undefeated. The paint horse is as enthusiatic as his owner about going fast. Annie has gone to a number of local rodeos and also some statewide rodeos with him, but has yet to go to the National PRCA Rodeo. That is one of her goals with Outlaw, but her main focus at the moment is taking care of the ranch. She helps out with the taming and training of the mustangs when she has time, but is always there to devote time to Epona. Annie is very patient when training and is persistent. She knows when to push the horse but also knows when the horse needs a break. She has been training since she was fourteen, when her trainer asked for her assitance in training an untouchable white stallion. Annie eventually got through to him, but it was only after many trips to the hospital and many threats from her parents. But when she did get through to the horse? The feeling was undescribable. And ever since, Annie has been taming and training all her own horses. To sum this Southern woman up, she is a fiery cowgirl who has a deep rooted passion for horses and is a fighter until her final breath.
Opening the book
Annie was born on a horse farm in Oklahoma. She has the southern twang of the Panhandle and also acquired the spunky attitude that Southernerss are famous for. She was raised in the barn, because both her mother and father worked with mustangs and rodeos. Her mother rehabilitated and tamed the mustangs, while her father did a lot of the training. They weren't a showing family, but Annie's mother did like to attend shows every now and then, and sometimes compete. Annie was toddling around the barn since she was born, whether it was being carried by her mother, being sat down in the tack room, or trailing the stable hands and getting under the horses. Some of the horses would be extremely frightened when Annie woud be crawling and toddling around. She developed a liking to walk right up behind the horses and yank as hard as she could on their tails. Some horses would just switch their tails away, some would completely ignore her, and one, a new mustang, kicked her hard. She went tumbling backwards, bones snapping, and was dazed for awhile. However, she didn't cry. Although the pain was smothering, she refused to cry. At her age, it was astonishing. She had to be rushed to the hospital and her parents got a major reprimanding from the pediatrician, and she went home with three broken ribs and a cracked sternum. They bandaged her stiffly and ordered her not to be moved for a few days. The healing process had to bond her sternum back together, otherwise bone fragments would get stuck in her lungs and heart and could be fatal. Annie, three years old at the time, did NOT like having to stay in bed and away from the horses. She obeyed this command for a while, yes, but still, three year olds learned to find their way around certain obstacles. She waited until her parents were out of the house before getting out of her "big girl" bed and toddling outside. She was met by the family dog, a border collie, who nosed her in the chest. Sharp pain shot through the little girl's body, but she pressed on. She eventually made it to the barn (which in reality, wasn't that far) but her little legs only went so fast! Annie snuck inside the barn, her blue eyes round as she hid behind a tack trunk. She watched the horses go back and forth as the stablehands led them. Annie was transfixed by these magnificent creatures.
A little extra
She sees herself as not having time for any relationship in her life
My best friend!
Leopardstreak To be finished!
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2011 10:22 am
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Alexandra Foxtrot
Though I prefer to be called
Alex
I've been around for some time now
Eighteen
Isn't it obvious?
Female
 I've been chosen by them
Athena's Chosen One
I'm anything but ordinary
Wisdom & strategy
The one in my heart
None
Their blood flows through me
Athena A Little Deeper In XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX My favorite!
Likes, bulleted
No thank you!
Dislikes
Get it away, please!
Fears
Check out the pictures
Extra pictures, link form
b]Can you hear it?
Theme song, link please The Inside Story XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX I'm not all I appear to be
Personality, five sentences minimum
Opening the book
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A little extra
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My best friend!
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Posted: Fri Sep 09, 2011 3:31 pm
 THE GENERAL INFORMATION ➸ HAD IT SINCE BIRTH Alexandra Michelle Fox ➸ EVERYONE CALLS ME Alex, Mickey ➸ I'VE BEEN AROUND MANY YEARS Seventeen ➸ EVERYONE HAS A SPECIAL DAY April 25th ➸ I THINK IT'S OBVIOUS Female ➸ ONLY HAVE EYES FOR THEM Straight ➸ THEIR BLOOD RUNS THROUGH MY VEINS Her father, Paul DEEPER DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE ➸ BEFORE YOU WOULD CALL ME Belle ➸ ONLY A FEW YEARS LEFT Junior ➸ CAN'T GET THROUGH WITHOUT THEM - Mulan
- Simba
- Open for more! ➸ YET THEY SLOW ME DOWN - None that she knows of! ➸ I THINK I'VE FOUND MYTRUE LOVE The Beast [Lucas Frost] ➸ YET THEY HAVE CAUGHT MY EYE TOO Aladdin
Tarzan THE PERSONAL FILES ➸ I JUST CAN'T RESIST ✚ Books, books, and more books!
✚ Her father
✚ Inventions
✚ Reading
✚ Schoolwork
✚ Writing
✚ Being outside
✚ Animals
✚ Her farm
✚ Her friends
✚ Music
✚ Comfortable clothing
✚ Projects
✚ Working hard
✚ Getting dirty
✚ Re-reading a good series/book
✚ Dreams
✚ Freedom
✚ Loyalty
✚ Being a trusted friend
✚ Kindness
✚ Helping others
✚ Did I say reading?
✚ Nature
✚ Laying under the stars ➸ DON'T CARE FOR THOSE ✖ Terrible books
✖ Books being destroyed by their movies
✖ Boredom
✖ Not doing well in school
✖ Not meeting others' expectations
✖ Her father getting hurt
✖ People making fun of her father
✖ People calling her father crazy
✖ Inventions that don't work
✖ Stuck up people
✖ Being teased about her love for books
✖ The egotistical boy that is always following her around
✖ Cloudy or rainy days
✖ Smoke
✖ Being insulted- her or any of her friends! ➸ FEARS WILL ONLY SLOW ME DOWN ► Not meeting her own expectations
► Her father being taken away
► Betraying her friends on accident
► Being cast out ➸ EVERYONE'S GOT A MELODY Belle -- Disney
I Won't Say I'm In Love -- Disney
Beauty and the Beast -- Disney
There's A Place For Us -- Carrie Underwood
Ever Ever After -- Carrie Underwood
Defying Gravity -- Glee
Taking Chances -- Glee
True Colors -- Glee
Little Wonders -- Rob Thomas
Beautiful -- Christina Aguilera
I'm Still Here -- Johnny Rzeznik
Anyway -- Martina McBride ➸ DON'T TRY TO CHANGE ME • Shy
• Softspoken
• Loyal
• Bookworm
• Imaginative
• Intelligent
• Witty
• Friendly
• A tad clumsy
• Not easily impressed
• Iron-willed
• Trustworthy
• Caring
• Organized
• Dreamy
• Carefree
• Independent
• Helpful ➸ MY LIFE IS AN OPEN BOOK History, at least two paragraphs ➸ THE PERSON BEHIND THE CURTAIN Leopardstreak To be finished!
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2011 8:40 pm
A l e x i s M c K i n l e y Miss Shapeshifter // Dedicated, Intelligent, Sassy // Rookie Agent I a i n ' t n e v e r b e e n n o t h i n g b u t t o u g h
A l l m y e d g e s h a v e a l w a y s b e e n r o u g h I wanted lace, I wanted p e a r l s
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G o n n a c r y i f I d o n ' t p o l i s h u p  XX▄▄ When I love I give it all I've got
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Are you s e r i o u s ?
You ain't f o o l e d me much
You justa hanging r o u n d
So you can try your l u c k
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2011 8:43 pm
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX{{ Steady as a preacher XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXFree as a weed XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXCouldn't wait to get going XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXBut wasn't quite ready to leave . . . XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXSo innocent, pure and sweet XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXAmerican honey  ღ Is true love worth risking all you've got? ღ XXXXXXMiss XXXXXXXXXXXXȻ Ѳ Π Ғ Ʉ ϩ Σ D XXXXXXXXXXXXXXShould she or should she not? Posting style for Leopardstreak
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Jess McKinley XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX{{ Get caught in the race of this crazy life XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXTryin' to be everything XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXCan make you lose your mind XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXI just wanna go back in time . . . XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXTo American honey
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2011 8:45 pm
Raquelle de Leon The Elemental Mage // Stubborn, Strong, Fearless // Leader of the Mages  XXXXXXXXXWhere are the people that a c c u s e d me? XXXXXXXXXXXThe ones who b e a t me down and bruised me XXXXXXXXXXXXXThey h i d e just out of sight XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXCan't face me in the l i g h t XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXThey'll return but I'll be s t r o n g e r God, I want to d r e a m again
T a k e me where I've never been
I w a n t to go there
This time I'm not s c a r e d
Now I am u n b r e a k a b l e, it's unmistakable
No one can t o u c h me
Nothing can s t o p me Sometimes it's hard to just keep g o i n gXXXXXXXXX
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Can I t r u s t what I can't see?XXXXXXXXXXXXX
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Forget the fear it's just a crutch
That tries to hold you back
And turn your dreams to dust
All you need to do is just trust
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I can see
When you stay low nothing happens
Does it feel right?
Late at night
Things I thought I put behind me
Haunt my mind
I just know there's no escape
Now once it sets its eyes on you
But I won't run,
Have to stare it in the eye
Stand my ground, I won't give in
No more denying, I've got to face it
Won't close my eyes and hide the truth inside
If I don't make it, someone else will
Stand my ground
It's all around
Getting stronger, coming closer
Into my world
I can feel
That it's time for me to face it
Can I take it?
Though this might just be the ending
Of the life I held so dear
But I won't run,
There's no turning back from here
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All I know for sure is I'm t r y i n g
I will a l w a y s stand my ground Layout © Memories in the Mist
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2011 8:47 pm
A n n i e F r o s t The Western Riding Teacher // Fiery, Passionate, Cowgirl // Second in Command  C a u s e I ' m c o u n t r y s t r o n g I know you see me
Like some wide eyed dreamer
That just rolled in off a dusty mid west bus
Yeah, on the outside I look fragile
But on the inside is something you can’t crush XXXX▄▄ I was born off an old dirt road
XXXX▄▄ 40 acre farm no highway no interstate
XXXX▄▄ And I drive an old rusted out Chevrolet
XXXX▄▄ The boys all rubber neck while their out makin' hay H a r d t o b r e a k
L i k e t h e g r o u n d I g r e w u p o n Theres a little cotton dress hangin' in my sisters closet ▄▄XXXX
I think I'm gonna borrow it ▄▄XXXX
And wear it this weekend ▄▄XXXX
Painted my toes, bought some cherry lip gloss ▄▄XXXX
No rose, No daisy, can touch what I got ▄▄XXXX Y o u m a y f o o l m e
A n d I ' l l f a l l  XX▄▄ Hey, I'm a wildflower
XX▄▄ Growin' in the sunshine
XX▄▄ Soakin' up the way of life I was raised in
XX▄▄ Runnin' barefoot bloomin' in a summer shower
XX▄▄ Ponytail dancin' I can't help it
XX▄▄ I'm a wildflower Posting style for Leopardstreak
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My Company is Made Up Of:: People with character here
On the Inside:: Current feelings here
Reaching My Ears:: Sounds charcater is hearing here
Leo Says:: OOC here I have weathered
Colder winters, longer summers
Without a drop of rain
Push me in a corner
And I’ll come out fighting
I may lose but I‘ll always keep my faith
B u t I w o n ’ t s t a y d o w n l o n g Layout © Memories in the Mist
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Leopardstreak Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2011 9:10 pm
 THE GENERAL INFORMATION
➸ HAD IT SINCE BIRTH
Gabriel Victor Shade
➸ EVERYONE CALLS ME
Gabe, Shade
➸ I'VE BEEN AROUND MANY YEARS
Eighteen
➸ EVERYONE HAS A SPECIAL DAY
October 31st
➸ I THINK IT'S OBVIOUS
Male
➸ ONLY HAVE EYES FOR THEM
Straight
➸ THEIR BLOOD RUNS THROUGH MY VEINS
His father, David [deceased]
His mother, Renee
His uncle, Christopher
DEEPER DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE
➸ BEFORE YOU WOULD CALL ME
Simba
➸ ONLY A FEW YEARS LEFT
Senior
➸ CAN'T GET THROUGH WITHOUT THEM
- Mulan
- Belle
- Open for more!
➸ YET THEY SLOW ME DOWN
- None that he knows of!
➸ I THINK I'VE FOUND MYTRUE LOVE
No one at the moment
➸ YET THEY HAVE CAUGHT MY EYE TOO
Mulan
Nala
Pocahontas
THE PERSONAL FILES
➸ I JUST CAN'T RESIST
✚
➸ DON'T CARE FOR THOSE
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➸ FEARS WILL ONLY SLOW ME DOWN
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➸ EVERYONE'S GOT A MELODY
➸ DON'T TRY TO CHANGE ME
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➸ MY LIFE IS AN OPEN BOOK
History, at least two paragraphs
➸ THE PERSON BEHIND THE CURTAIN
Leopardstreak To be finished!
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 12:35 pm
Prince Donovan Forsythe 【 Cocky 】【 Dangerous 】【 Risky 】  XXXXXXXXXSo, so you made a lot of m i s t a k e s XXXXXXXXXXXWalked down the r o a d a little sideways XXXXXXXXXXXXXCracked a b r i c k when you hit the wall XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXYeah, so you didn't do your b e s t XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXIt pulled you down faster than a s u n s e t XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXWhen the cold hard r a i n just won't quitXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXAnd you can't see your way o u t of itYou find your faith has been lost ands h a k e n
Here's your c h a n c e and it's worth takin'
Get on your k n e e s and dig down deep
You can do what you think is i m p o s s i b le
Keep on b e l i e v i n ', don't give in
You've got the s t r e n g t h to race the wind
Remember what one d r e a m can do
You are u n s t o p p a b l e You, you can w e a t h e r any stormXXXXXXXXX
Don't you know that you were b o r n to winXXXXXXXXXXX
You'll find a helping hand when you n e e d it mostXXXXXXXXXXXXX
A lighthouse shinin' on the c o a s t that never goes dimXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Weh your back's against the wall, when you s t u m b l e, when you fallXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX  ╔════════►☪◄════════╗
You find your faith has been lost and shaken
Here's your chance, and it's worth takin'
Get on your knees and dig down deep
You can do what you think is impossible
Keep on believin', don't give in
You've got the strength to race the wind
Remember what one dream can do
You are unstoppable
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Where are the people that accused me?
The ones who beat me down and bruised me?
They hide just out of sight
Can't face me in the light
They're return but I'll be stronger
God I want to dream again
Take me where I've never been
I want to go there
This time I'm not scared
Now I am unbreakable
It's unmistakable
No one can touch me
No on can stop me
Sometimes it's hard to just keep going
But faith is moving without knowing
Can I trust what I can't see to reach my destiny
I want to take control but I know better
God I want to dream again
Take me where I've never been
I want to go there
This time I'm not scared
Now I am unbreakable
It's unmistakable
No one can touch me
No on can stop me
Forget the fear, it's just a crutch
That tries to hold you back
And turns your dreams to dust
All you need to do is just
Trust
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No one can t o u c h me
No one can s t o p me Layout © Memories in the Mist
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 4:55 pm
 ███████████████████ ★ █████████████i'm a believer, i'm a survivorXXXXX
livin on dreams and dancin' with fireXXXXX X X X X X X X X X XGONNA FIGHT HARDER GONNA REACH HIGHER▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅XXX░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░X X X X X▬▬▬▬▬ ( SO WHY WALK, WHEN YOU CAN FLY? ) ▬▬▬▬▬XXXOH I'D RATHER JUMP I'D RATHER FALL• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • X X X X X X X X X XWHY WALK 》 WHEN YOU CAN FLY?X X X X XI'd rather jump I'd rather fall I'd rather trust I'd rather try, why crawl when you can climbX X X X XI'd rather jump I'd rather fall I'd rather trust I'd rather try, why crawl when you can climb XXＳＫＹＬＥＲx✦xＬＩＭＩＴＬＥＳＳXX
[ HORSEWOMAN ] TOMBOY ███████ ❜: KEEP ON FLYING : ❜ ███████
This is an insanely complex layout. It is quite hard to make, and I only make them for special occasions - in this case, Leo's birthday. This contains a lot of coding and detail, and usually takes a long time to make. These are available for BRIBES.
((Sorry Leo for using your layout lol))
XXX██████ ❜: WHEN YOU CAN FLY : ❜ ██████ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Still under construction!
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