~~~~~~Race Horse RPG~~~~~~~

Name: Alicia Reyes
Age: 19
Job: Jockey
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Personality: Quiet, focuses on her riding. She puts to much pressure on herself sometimes, which means that with everything she does, she does it as best as she could. She's a little reserved, but sharp-tongued when the situation calls for one.
History: Grew up on a horse farm, where she took lessons daily, under instruction of her father. When she was six, her father took her to a race. She was fascinated, and decided that she wanted to become a jockey when older.
Username: ClucksAndPeeps

Barn name: Jack
Race name: Midnight Express
Age: 5
Gender: Gelding
Personality: High-strung and jittery, very defensive around other horses. He is not afraid to challenge anybody who thinks they can control him. He gives anybody a heck of a ride, but puts his complete trust in his owner (Alicia) and always works his best for her.
Foals: N/A
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Username: ClucksAndPeeps

Barn name: Grace
Race name: Graceful Fire
Age: 5
Gender: Mare
Personality: Calm around her owner, but has unmistakable spirit and fire. She works her hardest to win.
Foals: N/A
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Username: ClucksAndPeeps
(in but he needs to be a stallion, they don't really ever geld racers because it takes away a lot of there agression that they need to want to be leader of the pack.)
 
Alicia resisted the urge to use the crop on Jack as she rode him around the arena, as she knew that it would most likely make the scenario worse. He was high-strung, like he always was, and wanted to charge at the other horses. But, given how utterly massive and hard to control he was, it was amazing that he'd even allowed Alicia on his back, let alone allow her to control him as well as she did. His gait was elegant, and his legs took long, graceful strides. He didn't want to do this, but supposed he had to. "Good boy," she murmured to him when he stopped straining, and trotted normally.
 
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Alicia resisted the urge to use the crop on Jack as she rode him around the arena, as she knew that it would most likely make the scenario worse. He was high-strung, like he always was, and wanted to charge at the other horses. But, given how utterly massive and hard to control he was, it was amazing that he'd even allowed Alicia on his back, let alone allow her to control him as well as she did. His gait was elegant, and his legs took long, graceful strides. He didn't want to do this, but supposed he had to. "Good boy," she murmured to him when he stopped straining, and trotted normally.
( Anybody wanna come across them or something? )
 

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