Post by Leslie Parker on Jul 20, 2009 14:29:27 GMT -6
Full Name: Leslie Damien Parker
Pronunciation: Lez-lee Day-me-in Par-ker
Name Meaning/Origin: Leslie means ‘grey castle’ -- Damien means ‘to tame’ -- Parker means ‘land’
Nicknames: Parker, Lez
Age: 17
Religion: Unimportant
Birthday: June 1st, ‘92
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight
Race: Australian
Occupation: None
Hometown: Perth, Australia
Hair Description: He has short brown hair. He usually keeps his hair cut in a buzz-cut, but lately he’s been letting it grow out, so his hair is a bit longer, but still short.
Eye Color: Deep brown
Face Shape: Normal, a little ‘rough around the edges’
Body Type: Tall and toned/lightly muscled
Clothing Style: Parker likes comfort clothes and he’s never gone for looks over comfort. He really likes camouflage clothes, though the color black isn’t very far behind. He doesn’t accessorize like some guys do and, at most, only wears a ‘dog tag’ necklace that belonged to his grandfather, a chain on his pants every now and then, and a wristband or watch.
He usually keeps a multitude of things in his pockets if he’s wearing cargo pants... an iPod, a Nintendo DS, an old digital camera that he bought years ago, a faded picture of him and his sister standing in front of a swing-set that was taken just a few weeks before it was found out that she had cancer, his wallet, and a pack of chewing gum and cigarettes.
Makeup Style: Doesn’t wear make-up
Good Qualities: He’s very loyal and protective of his friends and he treats girls he likes as though they’re royalty... he’s truthful too, and will speak his mind, though that’s also sometimes a bad quality...
Bad Qualities: He can be a bit rude and may not seem to care what others think a lot of the time... he enjoys fighting and doesn’t have a problem with hitting or fighting girls
Hobbies: Walking at night, playing video games, reading Sci-Fi books, watching murder mysteries on television...
Music Taste: Rock
Fav Color: Dark green ,light green, dark brown, light brown, tan... any color that can be camouflaged
Likes: Horses, night, Autumn weather, the way the leaves turn all different colors before they fall to the ground to be raked up, snow, cats...
Dislikes: Very hot weather, domesticated birds, church, being made to do things, meddlesome people...
Hopes: That he can teach his mare correctly and he wants to (one day in the far future) go into the army
Fears: His mum and dad’s reactions when he tells them that he wants to go into the army... he’s intimidated by most authority figures and as such he acts out in defiance against them... he’s scared of boot-leg spiders and of forgetting his sister
Pets: None
Horses: Packaged Elegance
Riding History: You could say that Parker has ridden most of his life. He started out taking lessons on a small grey Welsh Pony gelding named ‘Zephyr’. He soon graduated up to a larger pony cross mare called ‘Tilly’. He quit riding when he was nine after his sister died, but started back up riding when he was eleven on his own mare, a white Arabian named ‘Sassafras’... he also occasionally rode the lesson horses (a small Quarterhorse mare named Diamond, an average sized bulky Draft cross gelding named ‘Tiny’, and a taller Racking Horse mare named ‘Ginger’). Parker only rode this time for about a year. He was learning to jump when he and his mare took a fall. His mare had to be put down, and Parker went off riding again. Now he’s seventeen and has recently gotten back into riding again, though the mare his mum bought for him has more problems than anyone could have counted on.
Childhood History: Leslie Damien Parker was born to Devon and Colette Parker of Perth, Australia on June 1st, ’92. He was their second child, as they already had a five year old daughter named Jenna. He was raised in the city. When he was six, Parker started taking riding lessons after visiting the local barn to watch his sisters lesson. His sister had been taking lessons since she was five and riding was her passion. Parker loved riding, though he was never interested in showing like his sister was... he enjoyed riding the trails with his only sibling; the two were very close.
When Parker was eight, his sister was diagnosed with brain cancer. She died a little over a year later in the hospital during surgery. Parker was devastated and refused to go back to the barn. He quit taking riding lessons and shut himself off from the world, mourning and moping over the death of his best friend.
Parker didn’t so much as look at another horse until he was eleven because the animals reminded him so much of his sister and how she used to enjoy riding so much. His parents were happy when he announced that he wanted to ride again. They immediately bought him the lessons and a horse, a pure white Arabian mare named Sassafras. Parker enjoyed riding and began learning how to jump, however, just a few short months later he and Sassy took a fall over a jump. Parker came out unhurt but very badly shaken up... Sassy had to be put down due to a broken leg. Parker, then twelve, went off riding again, not wanting to suffer anymore losses.
The next few years he just went wild. His parents often disagreed on how to handle him, and in the end they divorced and his mother moved back to her homeland of America. Parker was pretty much given free reign by his dad. His grades dropped dramatically and he hung out with some of the worst people in and out of school. He became a nightmare, coming in late and sometimes not at all, leaving early... his dad often got calls from the people who lived in the apartments above or below them, complaining about Parker’s behavior, late night habits, or obscenely loud music. Only after Devon had to pick his son up from the police station did he start cracking down on Parker. The teenager was threatened with juvie and boot camp, but it did nothing to make him listen. The scene with the police station happened many more times until Devon, in a stroke of brilliance, came to the realization that maybe his son felt like he was suffocating, maybe Parker was just trying to grab a line... maybe living in the same place where his sister died, where his first horse died... maybe it was just too much, as he was around reminders all the time.
Devon decided to send his son to America to live with his mother, hoping that a new start was all that the teenager needed. Parker moved in with his mum just months later in the small town of Guineaville, which was where his mum had settled after moving back to her homeland, as her great grandparents had given her a small house on the edge of the town before they died. The teenager was restless the first few weeks until he found the local stable. Parker began hanging out at the stable daily, just watching everyone ride, never interacting with anyone. He thought that his presence went unnoticed, but it didn’t. His mum noticed where he disappeared off to and decided that maybe, just maybe Parker would want to take up riding again. She surprised him with a horse that she’d gotten for a mere five hundred dollars off a young couple wanting quick money. The mare was a bay Dutch Warmblood named ‘Packaged Elegance’ or ‘Galatea’/‘Tea’. Parker refused to ride at first, but after thinking about it, he realized that there was no better way to keep his sisters memory alive than by doing the thing she liked most... and he knew that his sister wouldn’t have wanted him to quit riding just because of a few hurdles that got in the way. However, as Parker messed with and got to know Galatea, it became very apparent that the people who sold the mare to his mum had lied about quite a few things concerning her.
Family Relationships: He doesn’t get along with his dad that well anymore and doesn’t live with him anymore... He gets along with his mother fairly well and lives with her.
About Me: Yeah, my name’s Leslie, don’t laugh. Call me Parker if you call me anything. I hate my name. I think I’m a pretty cool guy... I like being alone, though I’m not averse to having friends... I tend to protect myself and shy away from big groups of people. I just don’t care for groups. My sister died of brain cancer when I was about nine. It really tore me up, because we were really close. That’s why I ride now, to keep her memory alive. I’ve had a lot of hurdles in my life, but I know that my sis wouldn’t want me to quit, even though I’ve quit in the past. I moved in with my mum a few months ago and she bought me a horse after I started hanging out at the stable. Galatea is a beautiful, big mare, but she’s a huge handful... my mum was lied to about her training. I won’t sell her, though, because as much trouble as she is, I really like her. I really wish that I had a truck, but right now I’m stuck driving my mums old red Camaro since she bought a new Nissan Maxima... it’s really not that great of a car seeing as it's a 1987 model and hasn't been kept in the best shape...
Pronunciation: Lez-lee Day-me-in Par-ker
Name Meaning/Origin: Leslie means ‘grey castle’ -- Damien means ‘to tame’ -- Parker means ‘land’
Nicknames: Parker, Lez
Age: 17
Religion: Unimportant
Birthday: June 1st, ‘92
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight
Race: Australian
Occupation: None
Hometown: Perth, Australia
Hair Description: He has short brown hair. He usually keeps his hair cut in a buzz-cut, but lately he’s been letting it grow out, so his hair is a bit longer, but still short.
Eye Color: Deep brown
Face Shape: Normal, a little ‘rough around the edges’
Body Type: Tall and toned/lightly muscled
Clothing Style: Parker likes comfort clothes and he’s never gone for looks over comfort. He really likes camouflage clothes, though the color black isn’t very far behind. He doesn’t accessorize like some guys do and, at most, only wears a ‘dog tag’ necklace that belonged to his grandfather, a chain on his pants every now and then, and a wristband or watch.
He usually keeps a multitude of things in his pockets if he’s wearing cargo pants... an iPod, a Nintendo DS, an old digital camera that he bought years ago, a faded picture of him and his sister standing in front of a swing-set that was taken just a few weeks before it was found out that she had cancer, his wallet, and a pack of chewing gum and cigarettes.
Makeup Style: Doesn’t wear make-up
Good Qualities: He’s very loyal and protective of his friends and he treats girls he likes as though they’re royalty... he’s truthful too, and will speak his mind, though that’s also sometimes a bad quality...
Bad Qualities: He can be a bit rude and may not seem to care what others think a lot of the time... he enjoys fighting and doesn’t have a problem with hitting or fighting girls
Hobbies: Walking at night, playing video games, reading Sci-Fi books, watching murder mysteries on television...
Music Taste: Rock
Fav Color: Dark green ,light green, dark brown, light brown, tan... any color that can be camouflaged
Likes: Horses, night, Autumn weather, the way the leaves turn all different colors before they fall to the ground to be raked up, snow, cats...
Dislikes: Very hot weather, domesticated birds, church, being made to do things, meddlesome people...
Hopes: That he can teach his mare correctly and he wants to (one day in the far future) go into the army
Fears: His mum and dad’s reactions when he tells them that he wants to go into the army... he’s intimidated by most authority figures and as such he acts out in defiance against them... he’s scared of boot-leg spiders and of forgetting his sister
Pets: None
Horses: Packaged Elegance
Riding History: You could say that Parker has ridden most of his life. He started out taking lessons on a small grey Welsh Pony gelding named ‘Zephyr’. He soon graduated up to a larger pony cross mare called ‘Tilly’. He quit riding when he was nine after his sister died, but started back up riding when he was eleven on his own mare, a white Arabian named ‘Sassafras’... he also occasionally rode the lesson horses (a small Quarterhorse mare named Diamond, an average sized bulky Draft cross gelding named ‘Tiny’, and a taller Racking Horse mare named ‘Ginger’). Parker only rode this time for about a year. He was learning to jump when he and his mare took a fall. His mare had to be put down, and Parker went off riding again. Now he’s seventeen and has recently gotten back into riding again, though the mare his mum bought for him has more problems than anyone could have counted on.
Childhood History: Leslie Damien Parker was born to Devon and Colette Parker of Perth, Australia on June 1st, ’92. He was their second child, as they already had a five year old daughter named Jenna. He was raised in the city. When he was six, Parker started taking riding lessons after visiting the local barn to watch his sisters lesson. His sister had been taking lessons since she was five and riding was her passion. Parker loved riding, though he was never interested in showing like his sister was... he enjoyed riding the trails with his only sibling; the two were very close.
When Parker was eight, his sister was diagnosed with brain cancer. She died a little over a year later in the hospital during surgery. Parker was devastated and refused to go back to the barn. He quit taking riding lessons and shut himself off from the world, mourning and moping over the death of his best friend.
Parker didn’t so much as look at another horse until he was eleven because the animals reminded him so much of his sister and how she used to enjoy riding so much. His parents were happy when he announced that he wanted to ride again. They immediately bought him the lessons and a horse, a pure white Arabian mare named Sassafras. Parker enjoyed riding and began learning how to jump, however, just a few short months later he and Sassy took a fall over a jump. Parker came out unhurt but very badly shaken up... Sassy had to be put down due to a broken leg. Parker, then twelve, went off riding again, not wanting to suffer anymore losses.
The next few years he just went wild. His parents often disagreed on how to handle him, and in the end they divorced and his mother moved back to her homeland of America. Parker was pretty much given free reign by his dad. His grades dropped dramatically and he hung out with some of the worst people in and out of school. He became a nightmare, coming in late and sometimes not at all, leaving early... his dad often got calls from the people who lived in the apartments above or below them, complaining about Parker’s behavior, late night habits, or obscenely loud music. Only after Devon had to pick his son up from the police station did he start cracking down on Parker. The teenager was threatened with juvie and boot camp, but it did nothing to make him listen. The scene with the police station happened many more times until Devon, in a stroke of brilliance, came to the realization that maybe his son felt like he was suffocating, maybe Parker was just trying to grab a line... maybe living in the same place where his sister died, where his first horse died... maybe it was just too much, as he was around reminders all the time.
Devon decided to send his son to America to live with his mother, hoping that a new start was all that the teenager needed. Parker moved in with his mum just months later in the small town of Guineaville, which was where his mum had settled after moving back to her homeland, as her great grandparents had given her a small house on the edge of the town before they died. The teenager was restless the first few weeks until he found the local stable. Parker began hanging out at the stable daily, just watching everyone ride, never interacting with anyone. He thought that his presence went unnoticed, but it didn’t. His mum noticed where he disappeared off to and decided that maybe, just maybe Parker would want to take up riding again. She surprised him with a horse that she’d gotten for a mere five hundred dollars off a young couple wanting quick money. The mare was a bay Dutch Warmblood named ‘Packaged Elegance’ or ‘Galatea’/‘Tea’. Parker refused to ride at first, but after thinking about it, he realized that there was no better way to keep his sisters memory alive than by doing the thing she liked most... and he knew that his sister wouldn’t have wanted him to quit riding just because of a few hurdles that got in the way. However, as Parker messed with and got to know Galatea, it became very apparent that the people who sold the mare to his mum had lied about quite a few things concerning her.
Family Relationships: He doesn’t get along with his dad that well anymore and doesn’t live with him anymore... He gets along with his mother fairly well and lives with her.
About Me: Yeah, my name’s Leslie, don’t laugh. Call me Parker if you call me anything. I hate my name. I think I’m a pretty cool guy... I like being alone, though I’m not averse to having friends... I tend to protect myself and shy away from big groups of people. I just don’t care for groups. My sister died of brain cancer when I was about nine. It really tore me up, because we were really close. That’s why I ride now, to keep her memory alive. I’ve had a lot of hurdles in my life, but I know that my sis wouldn’t want me to quit, even though I’ve quit in the past. I moved in with my mum a few months ago and she bought me a horse after I started hanging out at the stable. Galatea is a beautiful, big mare, but she’s a huge handful... my mum was lied to about her training. I won’t sell her, though, because as much trouble as she is, I really like her. I really wish that I had a truck, but right now I’m stuck driving my mums old red Camaro since she bought a new Nissan Maxima... it’s really not that great of a car seeing as it's a 1987 model and hasn't been kept in the best shape...
