Post by Aubrey Wilder on Jul 9, 2012 19:01:32 GMT -5
aubrey leah wilder.
17. FEMALE. SENIOR. HETEROSEXUAL.
Miss Aubrey Wilder is a small-town girl who's just a little uncomfortable with high-caliber competition, but that's the only way she's going to make a name for herself. Coming from Trafalgar, Indiana, a town with just over 1,000 occupants, Aubrey's used to the slower life.
Why'd she move? Well, it turns out winning a class of five doesn't really matter in the grand scheme of things, and the big names don't come from Indiana. Aubrey's ambitious, see, and if she's going to be a trainer when she ages out, she needs to get her name out there. For her, that means winning big in all three disciplines (never mind that she's never done well in equitation) her senior year in high school. The best way to do that was come out on scholarship to Brass Ring Equestrian Center.
As for riding background, Aubrey's never had the decadence of some of the hunter princesses. She's worked her ass off to have enough money to show a few times a season on green horses she doesn't own. Grand accomplishments, she has none, except in the realm of "got through the course without falling off/dying/making a fool of herself." How did she get here? The recommendation of three trainers she's catch-rode for, all saying pretty much the same thing: this girl can stay on anything and make it look good.
"Worked her ass off" is a good way to describe dear Aubrey. She works for everything she wants or needs, and will stop at nothing once she's started. She is self-depreciating and has the drive to fix everything about herself, even if she's well past the point where other people would give up. Unfortunately, once Aubrey gets caught up in something, she won't stop until she wins, and it doesn't matter if she gets hurt. She'll just set her jaw and keep her eye on the prize. She's actually ridden through post-concussion syndrome, a broken wrist, and the flu on separate occasions.
In regards to her appearance, Aubrey's rarely found without her red hair in a ponytail or braid. She wears shorts and t-shirts, no matter the season (thanks, indiana winters). At the barn, it's breeches and a close-fitting t-shirt or polo, paired with tall boots. None of her clothes are designer or expensive, which sets her apart from many of the other riders. It turns out $40 breeches do the same thing as $200 ones, and they leave $160 for other things.
Big Noise From Winnetka, or Winston, has quite a reputation back home. He's an outstanding mover with a great jump, and everybody says Aubrey should take him out East... until she invites them to get on him and try him out. The only horse she's ever actually owned, and he is (there's no better word for it) an ass. It's probably why she picked him up cheap three years ago, when he was four and just started under saddle. Aubrey's been trying to sell him from the get-go, but she can't get far because he's just too hard to ride for people who don't know his every quirk.
It's a long list. His canter transitions border on bucking if you don't drive him forward. If he gets too forward in trot without a sufficient degree of collection, he trips over himself and actually falls down 50% of the time. He sucks back in the bridle if he's ridden in anything stronger than a dee-ring snaffle and there is nothing you can do to fix it. He is terrified of flowers, small ponies, and strollers. He swaps leads on straight lines. He would much prefer to break to trot than do a flying change on command from right to left lead. He shortens his stride and jumps from long spots if you leave him alone on the approach to a fence.
Why'd she move? Well, it turns out winning a class of five doesn't really matter in the grand scheme of things, and the big names don't come from Indiana. Aubrey's ambitious, see, and if she's going to be a trainer when she ages out, she needs to get her name out there. For her, that means winning big in all three disciplines (never mind that she's never done well in equitation) her senior year in high school. The best way to do that was come out on scholarship to Brass Ring Equestrian Center.
As for riding background, Aubrey's never had the decadence of some of the hunter princesses. She's worked her ass off to have enough money to show a few times a season on green horses she doesn't own. Grand accomplishments, she has none, except in the realm of "got through the course without falling off/dying/making a fool of herself." How did she get here? The recommendation of three trainers she's catch-rode for, all saying pretty much the same thing: this girl can stay on anything and make it look good.
"Worked her ass off" is a good way to describe dear Aubrey. She works for everything she wants or needs, and will stop at nothing once she's started. She is self-depreciating and has the drive to fix everything about herself, even if she's well past the point where other people would give up. Unfortunately, once Aubrey gets caught up in something, she won't stop until she wins, and it doesn't matter if she gets hurt. She'll just set her jaw and keep her eye on the prize. She's actually ridden through post-concussion syndrome, a broken wrist, and the flu on separate occasions.
In regards to her appearance, Aubrey's rarely found without her red hair in a ponytail or braid. She wears shorts and t-shirts, no matter the season (thanks, indiana winters). At the barn, it's breeches and a close-fitting t-shirt or polo, paired with tall boots. None of her clothes are designer or expensive, which sets her apart from many of the other riders. It turns out $40 breeches do the same thing as $200 ones, and they leave $160 for other things.
Big Noise From Winnetka, or Winston, has quite a reputation back home. He's an outstanding mover with a great jump, and everybody says Aubrey should take him out East... until she invites them to get on him and try him out. The only horse she's ever actually owned, and he is (there's no better word for it) an ass. It's probably why she picked him up cheap three years ago, when he was four and just started under saddle. Aubrey's been trying to sell him from the get-go, but she can't get far because he's just too hard to ride for people who don't know his every quirk.
It's a long list. His canter transitions border on bucking if you don't drive him forward. If he gets too forward in trot without a sufficient degree of collection, he trips over himself and actually falls down 50% of the time. He sucks back in the bridle if he's ridden in anything stronger than a dee-ring snaffle and there is nothing you can do to fix it. He is terrified of flowers, small ponies, and strollers. He swaps leads on straight lines. He would much prefer to break to trot than do a flying change on command from right to left lead. He shortens his stride and jumps from long spots if you leave him alone on the approach to a fence.