Post by Easton Xavier McKinney on Jul 12, 2011 18:25:07 GMT -5
•Easton Xavier McKinney•
pb: Liam Aiken
Age • 18
Nicknames • Easton, East
Gender • Male
Birthday • August 5th
Height • 6'
Weight • 145 lbs
Distinguishing Features • Kind dark hues and soft brown locks usually cut in a semi-conservative manner. Suprisingly well-muscled form with only slightly tanned skin. A cross tattoo can be found on his right shoulder blade on his back, an emblem for his mother.
Main Character Traits • Kind, Gentle, Loyal, Protective, Light-Hearted
Promise Made to the Stone •- can be as mundane or as serious as you'd like, put 'none yet' if they have not made a promise to the stone yet
Family • Father: Donald McKinney -- 50 -- Lawyer
Mother: Jessie McKinney -- Deceased
Known Hangouts • Library, Inkwell, Diner.
Background •
Easton Xavier McKinney was born to a older couple who had been happily married since they were only just eighteen. He grew up in a very secure home, never truely wanting for anything but also never being spoiled by either of his adoring parents. Having spent his whole life in Bellville, Rhode Island the small town has grown very close to Easton's heart, and as he has progressed through school so have the people. One in particular, Echo Sanders, has stuck out to him. He's been best friends and possibly the closest person to her since they were in kindergarten. Easton has always crushed on Echo, but has hence remained silent about his more personal feelings towards her and instead has remained a faithful and loyal friend for many, many years. When Easton was a Sophomore in high school his mother died from a heart failure. Easton and his father were left behind to grieve for the most special woman in their lives. Struggling through bouts of depression Easton pulled away from most people, aside from Echo. Now being eighteen and a senior in high school Easton has gained a cross tattoo in honor of his mother and has finally over come and come to terms with the loss of her. Easton has remained dedicated to Echo, and a few other close friends as they all continue to grow and develop into young adults. Now he is coming to find that he may finally be ready to take an extra step with someone who is very close to his heart..
Other • <3
Your Name/Alias • Quest!
Age • 18
RP Sample • Afternoon light lit up the Hunter Barn, it's darker hues standing in contrast to the bright sunlight flowing in from outside. Harper pulled aimlessly at her soft blonde curls, attempting to successfully knot them at the base of her neck before giving into the mass of locks. An irritated sigh escaped rosen lips as her navy blues rested upon Guess's stall. Her tan jodhpurs complimented by black barn boots along with a simple white tee allowed for her to fairly well blend in with the people moving within the Hunter barn. The corners of her mouth began to pull up as the painted gelding thrust his head to peer out into the aisle at the young woman. The gelding whickered to her as she came to his stall door. Pale yet shapely arm reached out and gently caressed the geldings crown. Leaning in closer to the gelding she entwined her slender fingertips into his blonde mane and cooed softly to him. Really the gelding could be a terror in the stable and the passing stable hands appeared relieved that she'd shown up for the second time in the day.
In truth Harper preferred to spend as much of her time in the barn rather then attempt to entertain herself outside of it. Around horses she was a fully functional individual but outside of the barn it was as if she didn't know how to act, which was true. Stepping away from the gelding and giving him an affectionate pat on his long neck she turned from his stall, nodding to the stable hands who'd stopped to watch the duo. More then one of them had received the bad temper of the palomino paint horse and sported bruises in the shape of his jaw. As much as she adored and loved the horse he did have a problem remaining in a stall.
The smell of leather and horse invaded her senses as she stepped into the broad room, taking a moment to draw in one of her favorite smells. Suprisingly the tack room was fairly empty for a week day, the few occupants already on their way out of the tack room. Bringing herself to where Guess's tack was stored on a rack she pulled down the saddle and placed it on a saw-horse device that was probably worth several hundred. Harper had made it a personal goal to keep Guess's tack clean as best she could given the brutal riding schedule the duo had been blessed with. Grabbing the tack soap and rag she began working at the layers of dirt and grim forming on the black English saddle, humming softly to herself.
