Post by &Sydney McAdams& on Aug 1, 2006 20:08:52 GMT
Surname;;McAdams
Forenames;; Sydney Jane
Age;; 20
Physical Appearance;;
Well, lets start from the top and work our way down, shall we? Sydney's hair is naturally dark brown, but she likes to die it different colors to suit her moods. It lies pretty strait and is cut in many layers. Although it is strait, it still curls very well and is easy to work with. Sydney's skin is clear and usually pretty tan. Her eyebrows are always trimmed to perfection but it's her eyes that you will be looking at. Her eyes are a peircing brown and have lots of life in them. Men get caught in them and they let off a vibe of independence and feirceness. Her lips are usually lightly covered in lip gloss and are perfect for kissing. Sydney does have her usuall make-up routine that does make her features stand out, but is never over powering. Her frame is skinny, but don't let that fool you, she still has muscle. Standing at 5'6'', she is neither extremely short or extremely tall. She has a horseback riders body, with a long torso and long legs. Her wardrobe is basically a mixture. She buys clothes that she thinks look good, and she usually has a pretty good sense of style. Whatever she wears, you can be sure that she will look good.
Personality;;
Sydney isn't like a lot of the girls today. She is independent and doesn't always need a guy around to help her through the bad times. She knows how to support herself and will do so accordingly. Although she only depends on herself, she does like to have fun once in a while. She likes to flirt, but not the giggle, love tap, sort of flirt. She tests guys with their wit, making them think. She loves messing with guys minds, making them re-think their own stratagies. She will sleep with a guy occasionally, but it is definitely not a prioraty, and it is usually a one-night stand. Sydney is very blunt and tells it like it is, she won't sugar coat things for you.
Since her strong, blunt, independent sides comes out more than anything else, most people think she is a bitch, escpeccialy the girls. That is wrong. Sydney loves her close friends and would never do anything to hurt them. She has a great sense of humor, with a side of sarcasm, and knows when to laugh or not. She cares about people and that is why she is blunt, so that they don't skim through life thinking they are ok. She can get mean though, and hates people that feel sorry for themselves. She thinks that self-pity is the same thing as dirt, and anyone who thinks like that, will never be her friend, hands down.
Background;; Sydney was very fortunate. She was born into a family of wealth and prestige right here in California. With her dad being a lawyor and her mom a real-estate agent, she never had to worry about not having enough money. Although her parents' jobs kept them rich, they also kept them from spending a lot of time with Sydney. She had to grow up independently, even with all that money surrounding. She never felt sorry for herself though, she just grew up thinking it was the way of life.
When Sydney was six, her father started a side project and opened a horse stable. Although he didn't know anything about horses, his money hired the best in the feild. It wasn't long before Sydney started taking lessons, and soon became the best rider in the stables. She has competed around the state for many years, and could have made it to the Olympics.
As soon as Sydney turned fourteen, she got a job. She was a real entrupaneur and couldn't wait to start making money. She didn't exactly idolize money, but she realized that money really can buy happiness. Saving her money and barely ever spending it, by her senior year of high school she had earned over 10,000 dollars. She graduated two years younger than everyone else, due to starting school early, and skipping third grade. She has just graduated college with a degree in Business and Equine Teacher/Trainer. She bought her dad's stable and now owns it, starting her own career in the horse world.
Job;;Owner of Buckskin Stables
School/College/University;; Graduated from College.
Pets;; Two Horses, Allmost Illegal, and Ambercromie.
Sample Post;; (from another site)
The sun was shining and the birds were chirping as Taylor Perry walked her way across campus. It was a lazy saturday and it was a suprise to her that she was up as early as 9:00am. To her suprise, the school grounds were scattered with early risers like her. She came to the conclusion that the nice weather had pressured peope outside. With her jeans rolled half way up your calfs and a fitting tee-shirt, she made her way to the stables, where her lovely Drew was waiting for her and his breakfast. A bee flew up to her ear and she calming shooed it away, hearing the buzz of its wings fading as it left. Since her hand was already up by her face, she took the liberty of running her hands threw her dark brown hair, pushing the locks away from her eyes. She reached the stable and entered casually, loving the sights and smells of her favorite place. Stables had been her place of refuge since she was a little girl, something about the horses, the hay, made all her problems go away.
Taylor walked briskly through the aisle, glancing inside of every stall to see the familar furry faces. She finally reached her stall and looked inside, a smile creeping up on her lips. There he was, the little trouble-maker, taking a sip out of his water bucket. He sensed Taylor's presence and lifted his big bay head, letting a couple soft nickers escape his thoat. His dark coat shined under the sunlight that was shining through the window. Every muscle gleamed and sparkled. His ears pricked forward and he stretched his neck long, hoping to get some kind of affection. With a little chuckle, Taylor reached through the bars of the stall and scratched Drew's velvety nose with one finger. She unlocked the stall and slipped in, closing the door behind her.
"How's my baby doing?" She asked him, scratching him in his favorite place on his neck. He stretched and moved his head, loving the feeling. Taylor loved this horse, he had a personality all his own. She looked into his hay bucket and, as expected, saw it completely empty. Drew had an amazing appitite and it was a miracle that he still stayed in shape. Taylor slipped out of the stall, making sure to lock it after she was out. Drew had a habit of escaping from his stall periodically, so locking up tight had become a routine for Taylor. Hearing him nicker for her to come back and scratch him some more, she walked down the aisle a little ways, coming to an old, wooden ladder. Without giving much though to it, she climbed up into the hayloft that was about half full. Bales of hay surrounded her and she grabbed the nearest one. With her toned muscles and no trouble at all, she picked up the barrel by the twine and threw it down to the aisle below. Dusting off her hands, she went to climb down the ladder and saw someone standing below. The bale of hay had missed the person only by about a foot and left them covered with fly-away peices of hay.
"Woops, sorry!" She called down to them, hoping that they wouldn't be mad at her carelessness.
Other;; [editted]!
Forenames;; Sydney Jane
Age;; 20
Physical Appearance;;
Well, lets start from the top and work our way down, shall we? Sydney's hair is naturally dark brown, but she likes to die it different colors to suit her moods. It lies pretty strait and is cut in many layers. Although it is strait, it still curls very well and is easy to work with. Sydney's skin is clear and usually pretty tan. Her eyebrows are always trimmed to perfection but it's her eyes that you will be looking at. Her eyes are a peircing brown and have lots of life in them. Men get caught in them and they let off a vibe of independence and feirceness. Her lips are usually lightly covered in lip gloss and are perfect for kissing. Sydney does have her usuall make-up routine that does make her features stand out, but is never over powering. Her frame is skinny, but don't let that fool you, she still has muscle. Standing at 5'6'', she is neither extremely short or extremely tall. She has a horseback riders body, with a long torso and long legs. Her wardrobe is basically a mixture. She buys clothes that she thinks look good, and she usually has a pretty good sense of style. Whatever she wears, you can be sure that she will look good.
Personality;;
Sydney isn't like a lot of the girls today. She is independent and doesn't always need a guy around to help her through the bad times. She knows how to support herself and will do so accordingly. Although she only depends on herself, she does like to have fun once in a while. She likes to flirt, but not the giggle, love tap, sort of flirt. She tests guys with their wit, making them think. She loves messing with guys minds, making them re-think their own stratagies. She will sleep with a guy occasionally, but it is definitely not a prioraty, and it is usually a one-night stand. Sydney is very blunt and tells it like it is, she won't sugar coat things for you.
Since her strong, blunt, independent sides comes out more than anything else, most people think she is a bitch, escpeccialy the girls. That is wrong. Sydney loves her close friends and would never do anything to hurt them. She has a great sense of humor, with a side of sarcasm, and knows when to laugh or not. She cares about people and that is why she is blunt, so that they don't skim through life thinking they are ok. She can get mean though, and hates people that feel sorry for themselves. She thinks that self-pity is the same thing as dirt, and anyone who thinks like that, will never be her friend, hands down.
Background;; Sydney was very fortunate. She was born into a family of wealth and prestige right here in California. With her dad being a lawyor and her mom a real-estate agent, she never had to worry about not having enough money. Although her parents' jobs kept them rich, they also kept them from spending a lot of time with Sydney. She had to grow up independently, even with all that money surrounding. She never felt sorry for herself though, she just grew up thinking it was the way of life.
When Sydney was six, her father started a side project and opened a horse stable. Although he didn't know anything about horses, his money hired the best in the feild. It wasn't long before Sydney started taking lessons, and soon became the best rider in the stables. She has competed around the state for many years, and could have made it to the Olympics.
As soon as Sydney turned fourteen, she got a job. She was a real entrupaneur and couldn't wait to start making money. She didn't exactly idolize money, but she realized that money really can buy happiness. Saving her money and barely ever spending it, by her senior year of high school she had earned over 10,000 dollars. She graduated two years younger than everyone else, due to starting school early, and skipping third grade. She has just graduated college with a degree in Business and Equine Teacher/Trainer. She bought her dad's stable and now owns it, starting her own career in the horse world.
Job;;Owner of Buckskin Stables
School/College/University;; Graduated from College.
Pets;; Two Horses, Allmost Illegal, and Ambercromie.
Sample Post;; (from another site)
The sun was shining and the birds were chirping as Taylor Perry walked her way across campus. It was a lazy saturday and it was a suprise to her that she was up as early as 9:00am. To her suprise, the school grounds were scattered with early risers like her. She came to the conclusion that the nice weather had pressured peope outside. With her jeans rolled half way up your calfs and a fitting tee-shirt, she made her way to the stables, where her lovely Drew was waiting for her and his breakfast. A bee flew up to her ear and she calming shooed it away, hearing the buzz of its wings fading as it left. Since her hand was already up by her face, she took the liberty of running her hands threw her dark brown hair, pushing the locks away from her eyes. She reached the stable and entered casually, loving the sights and smells of her favorite place. Stables had been her place of refuge since she was a little girl, something about the horses, the hay, made all her problems go away.
Taylor walked briskly through the aisle, glancing inside of every stall to see the familar furry faces. She finally reached her stall and looked inside, a smile creeping up on her lips. There he was, the little trouble-maker, taking a sip out of his water bucket. He sensed Taylor's presence and lifted his big bay head, letting a couple soft nickers escape his thoat. His dark coat shined under the sunlight that was shining through the window. Every muscle gleamed and sparkled. His ears pricked forward and he stretched his neck long, hoping to get some kind of affection. With a little chuckle, Taylor reached through the bars of the stall and scratched Drew's velvety nose with one finger. She unlocked the stall and slipped in, closing the door behind her.
"How's my baby doing?" She asked him, scratching him in his favorite place on his neck. He stretched and moved his head, loving the feeling. Taylor loved this horse, he had a personality all his own. She looked into his hay bucket and, as expected, saw it completely empty. Drew had an amazing appitite and it was a miracle that he still stayed in shape. Taylor slipped out of the stall, making sure to lock it after she was out. Drew had a habit of escaping from his stall periodically, so locking up tight had become a routine for Taylor. Hearing him nicker for her to come back and scratch him some more, she walked down the aisle a little ways, coming to an old, wooden ladder. Without giving much though to it, she climbed up into the hayloft that was about half full. Bales of hay surrounded her and she grabbed the nearest one. With her toned muscles and no trouble at all, she picked up the barrel by the twine and threw it down to the aisle below. Dusting off her hands, she went to climb down the ladder and saw someone standing below. The bale of hay had missed the person only by about a foot and left them covered with fly-away peices of hay.
"Woops, sorry!" She called down to them, hoping that they wouldn't be mad at her carelessness.
Other;; [editted]!
