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[Brett Kroeger]

Full Name: Brett Kadyn Kroeger
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Male
Riding Level: Advanced
Appearance:

In general, Brett's fairly plain in appearance. While he doesn't look fat, his body is jam-packed with muscles from all the work he's done with his horse. He has always been one to take care of his horse himself, so taking care of his body was important. The way he saw it, why go to the barn if you didn't have enough strength to rein in a horse? He weighs a hundred-fifty pounds, which isn't much compared to his mother. He gained her great metabolism, which he has always been thankful of, and his fathers height. He stands above quite a few people with his height of five feet, ten inches. Though he may be greatly shaped, it doesn't exactly turn out all that great when it doesn't help you at all with running faster and such. No, he was never that good in gym...

Brett's eyes are probably his most attractive and abnormal feature. They're one of the only things that make him stand out of the crowd. His eyes are the windows to his soul, so to speak. Their odd silver/blue color shows his emotions no mater how much he tries to hide them. His hair is normally spiked, and otherwise is a shaggy blonde. His hair is naturally blonde, of course, as dye seems pointless to him. For the most part, he doesn't pay much attention to his hair and it just falls into place. He can be caught doing one of his many habits, which is running his hand through it, which often gives people the idea that he frets over it.

Clothes? Skater-style is what most would call it, though he'd throw on anything in his closet. Brett is most likely always wearing a t-shirt or a wife beater. He absolutely despises long sleeves and would probably only wear one if it was Under Armour. Normally he'll wear cargo shorts year-round and just keep some jeans for riding in his truck. He honestly doesn't even look at what he throws on in the morning, so really whatever he's wearing is random.

General Personality:

If anything, Brett is... Confusing. Brett is a friendly guy. He loves to get to know people, ask questions, talk about anything but himself, and make friends. It isn't very hard to befriend him: just don't get on his nerves, and you'll be fine. Honestly, though he may enjoy making friends, he never had many close friends. For the most part, people have always enjoyed being with him when he was around, but never really wanted him to be like their brother sort of thing. In no way does this mean that he's never had a girlfriend, but in his mind, horses were the only things that would stay with him through anything. Still, he'd be the first one to wander over to a stranger and introduce himself. He's sort of the friendly kind of boy that any mother would simply fall in love with.

While he may appear to be little mister happy on the outside, inside, Brett suffers from a lot of inner turmoil. He can't stand his family, so often times he'll do whatever he can to forget about them until something smacks him in the face that reminds him of them. He also despises some people and never says anything; just watches and nods like he'd listening to something. Brett, when angered, will wander away from anyone around and go plop somewhere far away. His anger can get out of hand, but no one has ever seen him get that way. For the most part, when he isn't feeling like himself, he'll stay at home or lock himself in his horse's stall. Riding also helps him get over his anger.

Brett is one to have many likes. Music is one of his many passions, and his guitar is one of his favorite possessions. His horse is, by far, the most important thing in his life. Without her, he'd feel as though he had nothing. He likes many simple things in life, such as rain and the stars. Rain is one of his very favorite things. Its peaceful solace is unsurpassed by anything else. And the stars honestly show how small a person really is. If everyone looked at them each night, the world would be a better place. The beach isn't one of his favorite places in the world, but he would rather be there than anywhere else. Everyone feels small when they stand beside a deserted ocean, whether they realize it or not. Dislikes? He doesn't have many. People that are stuck up and think they're supreme have always bothered him. Death is one of his least favorite things in life, as it always leaves a certain air of loneliness and depression behind it. Extreme heat and extreme cold, as well as family, are the only others things he despises.

History:

One has to think back seventeen years to March Ninth to recall the day Brett Kadyn Kroeger was born. If someone were to ask what he remembered, he would say that there was rain. There was nothing but rain in the beginning. The sound of a woman, an angel, was also there, lulling him to sleep with her soft voice. When he was born to Alexandre and Hayley Kroeger, the family was happy. They were what most would call the 'perfect family.' The one that seemed bomb-proof to everything happening around them. They had enough money to keep themselves going for a long time and a nice house where they could live. Everything was perfect up until Brett turned one. His mother was taking him to a park shortly after his birthday in March, when there was snow still falling from Winter. His mother accidentally hit a patch of ice and went careening into the side rail, killing herself instantly. After that, there were flashing lights and vivid screaming sounds. Nothing he can remember all too well.

After that, life wasn't great. It wasn't even semi-pleasant. His father went nuts. He absolutely now despised his child, blaming the innocent baby for killing his mother. He, of course, had no idea of what was happening. But as he grew, he came to realize why his father hated him so. The man, now left with a ton of money from his wife's death, just became an alcoholic. His son grew into a smart young boy that was tired of his father, though, and quickly began to search for something new. He had money saved up from his aunt in Guineaville, his mother's sister, so he constantly tried to find new ways to use it. He got small jobs mowing laws and such and maintained near-perfect grades, all while taking his fathers mental and verbal abuse. He grew a liking to wandering to the pony fields by his house where his best friend lived and riding them with her, just for fun. She'd give him lessons if he simply asked, and so he grew to be more experienced. She taught him jumping with the help of her expert, show jumping father (which she always bragged about), and allowed him to attempt cutting. Western was always his favorite class, but show jumping? Absolute fun. He grew to be a strong young boy from doing chores at his friend's pony ranch and doing everything around the house for his dad. A fourteen year old boy doing non-stop chores.

Nothing really worked out well, until his father took him to the racetrack one night so he could bet and drink. Brett, being alone there, wandered to the paddock to see the horses. It was a new thing for him, and he instantly grew to love watching them. Their movements. Their grace. Their speed . . . Thoroughbreds. Far from ponies. He watched them race for the first time in his life, and savored the absolute power the beautiful animals emanated. Shortly after he watched the first race being won and the animal parading into the winner's circle, he ran to find his father. He stood glaring angrily at the racing book, which he threw at his boy as he approached. "Pick one," he half-growled. It appeared to be one of his nicer moments, actually. He looked at the names, not understanding much else, even as a fourteen year old. He pointed to one named Plain N Fancy and handed it to his dad. "Huh, of course you pick the long shot. How much on her? I'll put down a hundred." Brett just nodded and handed his dad some money, as he knew his father didn't like using his own.

Brett fled to the paddock and watched as number seven rolled around. The filly was two. Plain N Fancy. And she was pure power. She was dark brown with a pretty white star on her forehead. Black legs with a red-tinged black mane and tail. He was the only one viewing them at the moment, and the massive mare actually stopped, much to the groom's dismay, and looked at him. He smiled and walked to the trackside, right next to the finish line to watch the race. Time passed as the horses wandered onto the track. The bell rang and they were off, careening down the backstretch with tremendous grace and power. Plain N Fancy hung in the middle of the pack, doing nothing tremendous as they rolled around the turn for home. But then, like an angel, she surged forward. Her raw agility enabed her to go right up behind the leader, then surge past a furlong before the wire. She passed him with a gust of wind, throwing her head back and her jockey standing up on her. Something was wrong. He was stopping her before the race was done. She was pulled up and brought to the winner's circle as though nothing had happened, though immediately after the picture everyone became flustered. She held her right front leg up anxiously, not putting weight onto it. she was kicked in the cannon bone, apparently. It was slightly damaged from what they could tell, but the owner would have none of it. All he heard was someone say, "put her down."

His father came up behind him and put his hands on Brett's shoulders. The only affection he'd really ever gotten. "You pulled off a big one there, kid. And I know all about your litle visits to that pony farm. So I'll tell you what. You pay for her, you can get her. A broken horse for a broken kid." He didn't even pay attention to the negative comment. He immediately immersed himself into a discussion with the owner as they attempted to get the headstrong horse onto an abulance. Needless to say, that night they brought her home and placed her a his friend's pony ranch. After that, about three months passed until she was recobered. Her leg began to heal until her limp was unnoticable unless it was untreated. It was then that life began to look up. He began to ride the mare and grew an inseperable bond with her. She was headstrong and wild, everything he wished he could be. But with him? She was sweet. Nice. Amazing... And so, when he turned sixteen, his father broke the news to him. "You and tha horse actually surprised me. You could do something kid. So, you're going with her to your aunt's. Nothing but corn and horses. Pack up, she's coming to get you in three hours."

Planning apparently wasn't his father's forte. He couldn't have smiled more though. He'd never have to see him again if he didn't want to! He packed everything, said goodbye to his best friend, and left with his horse and his mother-figure. Cassie, his aunt, was the nicest person he'd ever looked up to. She had a nice, small home, and said there was a great farm nearby. Riverglass Ranch. He met a few people here and there, but until now, did nothing but train. Even at Fancy's worst, Brett always managed to take care of her. On occasion, someone would even ask him to help settle their horse down. Bucking was something he never really could stand, btu rearing and spinning he always managed to stop. Even advanced riders needed training in his opinion.

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Preferred Name: Brett
Role Play Experience: Oh, about five years, I believe...
Other Characters: Nope~!

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