Post by kira on Aug 10, 2010 19:21:39 GMT -5
Shoot!
Shoot straight!
Shoot!
From the hip yeah!
Alls gone and the trigger slip!
Well it could have been, it could have been your brother!
Shoot!
Shoot straight!
Shoot!
Shoot to kill yeah!
Blame each other blame yourself you know,
God is a bullet have mercy on us everyone!
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Kiralynn Selene
Nickname(s).
Kira, Lyn, Lynn, Ki, Kir
Age.
17
Gender.
Female
Species.
Horse—Gypsy Vanner
Appearance.
Kira’s original appearance was rather matching to her horse form. Blone hair, almost platinum, and blue eyes that were almost a storm blue. She always looked rather dazed, but tended to be awfully smart no matter her looks. She would normally wear jeans and t-shirts, or tank tops, and some of the most unusual jewelry. She had this smile, that could make pretty much anyone smile, just because it was always upon her face. She was short in her human life (Only 5’2”), and therefore had to make up for it with personality. And while her looks said crazy, once you talked to her you would see that she wasn’t all that crazy. Just… Smart.
In her horse form she is a Gypsy Vanner, and therefore she is a larger breed of horse. Though, she is short for a Vanner, standing only at a height of 15.5hh. Her pelt is a painted pelt, with light brown and white. Her mane and tail are long and flowing, and the only portion of black on her she has is in her mane, a streak of black hair. Her feathers are great and fluffy, and are all white. Her hooves are well kept and her overall appearance is that of a well taken care of horse.
Personality.
Originally Lynn was very outgoing, now she is even more so. She isn’t afraid to be curious, and would never be afraid to tell the truth. She is strong willed and willing to do anything for those she considers her friends. She can stand up against most predators, with her size and her sharp hooves. Even with her horse form, she is energetic and foal like, willing to keep herself going on the dregs of any energy. Essentially, from her human form to her animal, she was an empath. Thriving off of other beings energies. Whatever the majority of the mood in the room was, she was. She could also bring that energy up. She is always willing to help a person, or animal, in need, and would never turn another down. She has a strong willingness to become human again, and would never forget herself. She was too strong as a human to do so.
History.
Kir was born to an average family, was the middle child, and got good grades. She was always getting into things, good and bad, but always seemed to come out unscathed. Her teachers liked her, and her parents and siblings adored her, and she could never seem to do anything wrong.
When she was 16 though, her parents had a falling out, and the divorced. She and her siblings were forced into a fifty/fifty deal by the court, when each of them wanted to do something different. She wished to stay with her dad full time, having her own room and not having to share it with her little sister. Her older brother wanted to have nothing to do with their parents and did his best to get emancipated. Her little sister, wanted to stay with their mom, being the pampered child that she was. Come the time they were able to have a little more choice, their brother was already out on his own, and her sister could care less. Her dad, wanted what was best for his children, and her mother could care less because she was so wrapped up in her new lover.
Lynns youngest sibling eventually was taken under their brothers wing, and she was finally able to live with her dad, leaving her mother to basically rot. She could have cared less to tell the truth about it all, and really did. What use did the woman have for her? For all she cared about her own children, she sure held them all back.
About the time that she was killed, she had a couple best friends, excellent grades in school, and was learning how to be a cop. She was already taking classes at the local police station, and was on her way to being a senior in high school. She would have been one of the best police in her unit. But, alas, she was shot by a rival in hr training class.
The tale that she may tell you, if you ask nice enough, will always be the truth and this is what she would say:
“My classmate was always jealous of me. And I tried not to outshoot him every time. But it gets hard when your instructor is always jumping down your throat when your aim is always true, and you miss a shot. It was late after a training exercise, and Mark, that was his name, wanted to talk to me. I waited for him to finish up his shots, and let him lead me outside. I was hoping that he was willing to make a truce between us, and possibly ask me out. (I had a crush on him, but he was three years older than me and probably never going to ask me out…)What I didn’t expect was to hear the click of the gun loading ahead of me, and to see the wicked grin across my crush’s face. When he turned, he told me, ‘Now I will be the best…’ and pulled the trigger. After that… I don’t remember much. I’ve counted the days since I found myself in this horse form… And its only been about a week now… But I am finding it harder to remember my childhood already…How easily forgotten,
How easily we're led
How hard the path is trodden
From when horsepower meant what it said
