Raven Hawk
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Name: Kali Turner
Age: 18
Height: 5' 3"
Eyes: Green
Hair: Strawberry Blonde
Kali took a look around her from where she sat in the saddle upon the back of her Stallion "Sabbath". Her green eyes looked over the fields as the sun began to sink upon the horizon, a light breeze picking up blowing gently agaisnt her face, the scent of dandilions and sweet grass tickling her nose.
Kali had lived here on her Uncle's ranch for 18 years of her life. Her parents had been killed in a plane crash shortly after she had been born, so her Aunt and Uncle had taken her in and raised her as there own. Kali had had a great childhood, and one that was filled with the passion of riding. She seemed to take to it naturaly. In fact when her Uncle had decided to teach her how to ride when she was eight, there was little teaching needed. She seemed to know what to do from the moment her foot had entered the stirrup. When she was fourteen she had entered her first rodeo competition and had walked away with first place.
But now she was a strikingly beutiful young woman of eightteen years, proud and possesing a kind gentle heart filled with compassion.
As her eyes scanned the plains she knew the hour was getting late and that she should return to the house for supper soon...but a few more moments out shouldn't hurt. So gently nudging Sabbath into a canter she proceeded on her way across the fields.
Age: 18
Height: 5' 3"
Eyes: Green
Hair: Strawberry Blonde
Kali took a look around her from where she sat in the saddle upon the back of her Stallion "Sabbath". Her green eyes looked over the fields as the sun began to sink upon the horizon, a light breeze picking up blowing gently agaisnt her face, the scent of dandilions and sweet grass tickling her nose.
Kali had lived here on her Uncle's ranch for 18 years of her life. Her parents had been killed in a plane crash shortly after she had been born, so her Aunt and Uncle had taken her in and raised her as there own. Kali had had a great childhood, and one that was filled with the passion of riding. She seemed to take to it naturaly. In fact when her Uncle had decided to teach her how to ride when she was eight, there was little teaching needed. She seemed to know what to do from the moment her foot had entered the stirrup. When she was fourteen she had entered her first rodeo competition and had walked away with first place.
But now she was a strikingly beutiful young woman of eightteen years, proud and possesing a kind gentle heart filled with compassion.
As her eyes scanned the plains she knew the hour was getting late and that she should return to the house for supper soon...but a few more moments out shouldn't hurt. So gently nudging Sabbath into a canter she proceeded on her way across the fields.