Post by ▌mallory lucia myatt on Sept 7, 2011 22:28:42 GMT -5
mallory lucia myatt
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[/size][/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]name: mallory lucia myatt
nicknames: mal
age: twenty-one
gender: female
home town: cambria, california
member group: junior
college: university of thera
face claim: cintia dicker
personality: mallory is an extremely laid back, down to earth girl. in some ways, she's a modern day hippie. she adores photography, art, music, and practically anything that's included under self-expression. she has a massive passion for animals and the enviroment in general. because of this, mal is a vegetarian and tries to be as organic as possible. on a downside, the girl is a complete pushover who forgives incredibly easily despite how deeply that person hurt her. she's also incredibly gullible, though some would term this as naive. in some ways, mallory is very innocent. she's careful to not hurt people in any way, especially those close to her. mal really is a people person: she enjoys, somewhat craves, the company of others and finds it an extremely dull and lonely world without that company. and quite honestly, that's what brought her to greece. she absolutely adores the the close-knit quarters of the island and often finds herself wondering what her life would be without it. mallory is also an avid and somewhat successful photographer, who can often be found snapping pictures of santorini's beautiful beaches.
likes: self expression in any way possible, the company of others, baklava, beach photography, flowy tops, the building style of santorini, yoga
dislikes: being alone, being too organized, extreme cockiness, too tight clothing
fears: having to be alone for the rest of her life, the dark
secrets: mallory will sometimes smoke marijuana when she's completely alone, she has no intentions of returning to the united states when her college years are complete
history: mallory was born on april 16, 1990 in cambria california. from the start of her life, mal has been around art in some way, shape, or form. her father, matthew, was an art teacher at a local high school, so he was teaching her art from the minute she could comprehend what a shape was. her mother, april, was a freelance photographer, focusing mainly on the beach. from this, mallory got her love of photography, the water, and seeing the beauty in simple things. her parents encouraged her in the area of self-expression for as long as she could remember, and she took to any form of art like she took to breathing. it was simply second nature to her. because of her parent's professions, she did not grow up terribly wealthy, but never understood the problem in having less money than others. she was taught to never value the materialistic things in life and that is a trait that has both helped and hindered mallory.
throughout her high school years, mallory purposefully outcasted herself from most of the other girls because of their shallow values and attitudes. she banded herself with a tight-knit group of people who stayed friends from their freshman to senior years. mal's journey to get into the university of thera was a very long and very testing one. she received a very small scholarship from uot for her skills in the art department, but the rest has had to be paid for by numerous resources. she has been living in greece since the end of her senior year in high school, at first for the purpose of becoming a citizen and lowering her tuition, but now because she has absolutely fallen in love with the greek way of life, the people living around her, and the university itself. her parents are under the impression that she will return to the states after she graduates from college, but she has no intentions to do that.
family: matthew thomas myatt - 46 - living
april kenna myatt - 43 - living
style: mallory dresses very skimpily, but with taste. she enjoys wearing very lightweight, very comfortable tops, bottoms, and dresses. very rarely will you see her in a pair of jeans, even during a chilly day in fira. during the warmer days, you'll most often see her in a pair of shorts made out of some kind of cloth material and a lightly colored tank top or a crop top. when it gets cooler, she'll wear a pair of loose, slouchy slacks that will be rolled up to just above her ankles. she keeps her makeup light, using neutral colors to enhance her features instead of covering them up. for the most part, she'll wear her hair in it's natural state: loose, beachy waves that she achieves by simply allowing her hair to air dry. on special occasions, she'll either straighten it completely or upgrade the waves to curls.
alias: brittney
contact information: pm, carrier pigeon, etc.
roleplay sample: The morning dawned bright and beautiful, if not a little hot for Elizabeth's taste. She woke and was slightly disoriented for a few moments, having never stayed in her uncle's home before. She was extremely pleased that Sam had agreed to let her stay until she got on her feet. Granted, it wasn't her ideal living conditions; Sam was constantly encouraging Elizabeth to introduce herself to the other riders at SEC but she had no interest in things like that. She would have much preferred to just stick to herself and ride Manny as best as she could. Of course, she would've been stupid to think that no interaction between her and the other riders and barn staff would've been possible, but it was wishful thinking. Liza figured she should get up and see how Manny was coping with the move to SEC; he would be worked up at first most likely, but he'd relax after a week or so. That's what she hoped, anyways. She pushed herself off the bed, yawning as she did so. She glanced out the window and caught a glimpse of the large, luxurious barn that was now home to her darling and she smiled lightly; she was extremely lucky that she had somebody like her uncle as a family member. Liz glanced around the room, not quite remembering where she had stuck her bags. She spotted them then, in the corner nearest the window and walked over to the pile to retrieve some clothes to ride in that day. She attempted to wake early enough that she'd be able to beat the heat, but it was clear that she had been unsuccessful; the tank top she had slept in was clinging to her in an uncomfortable way. She pulled a pair of thin tan jods out of a bag, along with a heather grey tank top that would keep her the coolest out of all of her shirts. She rummaged around for a pair of knee-high socks for a few moment until she discovered a pair then, after carefully laying the clothes on the bed, she made her way to the shower.
After the refreshing twenty minutes spent in the shower, Elizabeth pulled her thin clothing on and combed her auburn hair in a low ponytail that laid just on the nape of her neck. She would prefer to keep it off her neck completely, but her helmet restricted her hair placement quite a bit. Before leaving, she grabbed a small tote bag from her room and stuffed in a bottle of water, a granola bar, and her cell phone (turned off, of course). Liza stepped out the door and into the incredible heat. She almost regretted not being far enough from SEC to drive, but because she was on the property, she would walk. Once she arrived at the barn, she was pleased to step into the shadows that made it almost cool enough to be comfortable. A smile lit up Liz's face as the familiar scent of horses and leather met her nostrils. The scent was familiar and reminded her of home; and in truth, she was at home among these animals. They provided her with the comfort and trust that other people had never been able to give her. She slung the strap of her tote more securely over her shoulder and made her way down the long, freshly swept hallway until she reached Manny's stall. The gelding shoved his giant head out through the feed door of the stall to see who was bothering him and was greeted with a "Hello Manny," murmured softly to him. She slid open his stall then and walked inside the roomy thing to give him a pat and get him on the cross-ties. Liza reached a hand outside the stall to retrieve a large leather halter and proceeded to slip it over his head. She led Manny out of the stall and clipped a cross-tie to each side of the halter. The gelding looked around with ears pricked but did not fuss much, for which Elizabeth was grateful. She quickly undid the straps on his fly sheet and slid it off of him, folding it into a neat square to be placed in her highly organized tack trunk. From that, she retrieved a tote full of every grooming tool possible and began her work on his nearly spotless coat.
After about twenty minutes of rigorous grooming and quite a bit of fly spray, along with some fuss about getting an ear net on Manny, she was finally leading him to the massive outdoor on the facility. The gelding was swinging his head this way and that to catch a sight of everything going on around him. When they reached the arena, Elizabeth frowned slightly. It seemed a young girl was having a private lesson at that moment. Liza looked to the center of the arena and saw that the girl giving the lesson looked a bit young; certainly younger than her. She seemed to know what she was doing though, and Elizabeth's judging ended there. Instead, she clutched the braided leather of Manny's bridle tighter in her gloved hand, and watched the girl on the gorgeous white pony move smoothly around the ring. The girl was an excellent rider, definitely young, and Liza saw some great potential in her. She listened to the rhythmic drumming of the pony's canter and smiled a little to herself. She didn't necessarily want to wait for the girl's lesson to be over (who knew how long that would take) but would at least wait for her to drop back down to a walk before taking Manny inside.
