NAOMI GHARDIL CLOUD

[NAOMI GHARIL CLOUD]

( NAOMI GHARDIL CLOUD)

NAME: NAOMI GHARDIL CLOUD
NICKNAMES: Nao
AGE: 27
GENDER: Female
BIRTHDAY: Feburary 6
MEMBER GROUP:Instructor

( THEAPPEARANCE )

FACE: Laura Vandervoort
HEIGHT: 5'11
WEIGHT: 118 lbs.
HAIR&EYE COLOR: Blonde Hair; Blue eyes
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: A faint scar in a straight line down her spine where she hurt herself in a riding accident.

( THEPERSONALITY )

• Sassy She has this side to her. And it's not uncommon for her to make little comments, and such.
• Tough Rarely will she dare show pain, it's just how she is.
• Flirtatious She likes to get around with the guys.
• Sarcastic It's how she is.
• Helpful Despite her attitude, she loves to help.
• Playful She doesn't mind getting down and playing around.
LIKES:
+Animal Rescues
+Horses
+Cats
+Dogs
+Snakes
+Rats
+Dancing
+Jello Shots
+Karaoke
+ Chicken Salad
+The color blue
+The color green
+Dares
DISLIKES:
+Slow Music
+Loud crashes
+Doctors
+Dentists
+Animal Abusers
+Drugs
+Lazing around
+The color pink
+Hospitals
+Swamps
+Her father

FEARS:
+Swamps
+Hospitals
+Her father

( THEHISTORY )

She was born with horses. Literally. The first thing she got to see was a bay old gelding. Even before she actually saw her own parents. All had been specially arranged that she would be born in the company of their family owned stables prized horse, Manta Ray, or Ray. The was a time the horse was a great jumper. Then he was retired to freely roaming the property, no fence restrains.

This was they day her life with horses began. Her very first day. Even once she was two weeks old, her mother would hold her in her lap as she walked around on old reliable Ray. When Naomi could hold herself up, she began riding in a pouch on her mother's back. Her first word wasn't even "dada" it was "pony" with a bit of a weird sounding 'p'. Then shortly followed by all the normal stuff and all.

The time she was one, she was riding. Well, sort of. While her mother held her leg and walked Ray on a lead. Her father rarely helped with the riding for her, but he was always in the background, doing some sort of stable work.

She was two when she actually started riding without being closely braced. She started on Ray, but quickly moved to Rainy, a little skewbald Shetland. She did her first shows, at age three, on Rainy. At this point she learned western on top of her English. Soon she learned Hunter Jumper too, by the time she was four.

She was showing in all three of those disciplines, and now got her own Paso Fino named Buddha, or Bud for short.

She and bud went their distance in the horse world. They were pretty high up in the knowledge, the talent, and the rankings, by the time Naomi was fourteen. However, things weren't so great at home. Her mother walked out on them when her father became a drunk jerk, however as much as she wanted to, could not bring Naomi if she wanted to get anywhere. She needed to be gone, and couldn't wait for the custody hearing. Naomi was left with her father. He stopped coming to her shows, or large school events. She rarely saw him anymore. She could handle this, it was usually her mother she looked up to. But her mother was gone, all the way in Australia.

Her father couldn't keep the farm up. They sold it off, horse after horse as well. They kept Bud though, and moved to small land with two acres of a yard where they kept Bud. The horse was 17 now, but still running his way strong, and his performance in shows never lost it's talent.

She was living alright, she was fine, even though her father was never sober, and he couldn't find a job, and was falling deeper and deeper in debt. It was the night he and his friends were having a party, when she couldn't hold on anymore. He came in with a friend. She hadn't met the friend before, but he looked like more of a deadbeat then her father. She was hiding behind a blanket she had grabbed for she had been changing for a party. Her father told her it was alright, and that they'd stay away, he shut the door once they left. She thought it was fine and continued changing, when her father burst back through, ran towards her, as she was now pretty much unclothed, and he raped her.

He locked her in her room after this. She sat on her bed mortified for a bit, and bruised a lot too. He had beat her too. After an hour, when the men at the party were all to drunk to walk, she gathered up the mind to move. She grabbed a backpack and stuffed it full, and let herself out her window to the yard. She tacked up Bud and she left. They went about ten miles into the forest that night, and the next day traveled 16 miles in all. They rested all that night for she had completely tired Bud to his last ounce of energy, but he was to determined to do her every wish to stop or even protest much more then a tug on the bit. That night Bud became a little sick. For the next day, Naomi nursed him. For a week they stayed there, on the edge of the forest, the next miles and miles beyond the forest were open meadows. Since she only packed a bit to eat, she got pretty hungry, and it was winter. She would go out about half a mile to the road and to a gas station sometimes. She had money packed. She didn't know if no one was looking for her, or if they didn't know to look around her, 26 miles away. Either way, she didn't care.

That night, they finally set off again. However, within half an hour of setting off, snow began falling. It was fine, until the simple snow became a blizzard. They trudged through it, Naomi eventually getting off and walking alongside Bud. She was surprised they weren't dead yet, and she was afraid to go to much further, Bud seemed well recovered, and back on his game, and he hardly seemed to mind the fact he was going through a blizzard in a foot of snow, but never the less, it was extremely dangerous. This was when Naomi noticed her stupidity. It was to late. She didn't know the way back, it was snowing so hard she couldn't see within five feet in front of her.

Bud fell. He slipped on some ice, and in the deep snow, his Hoof was stuck to go anywhere but up. His leg broke. Naomi cried, shouting loudly for help, but the howling wind drowned it out, she could be feet from the road and it wouldn't matter. She knew she wasn't feet from the road though. Now she wished she had stayed home even if her father began raping her. Why didn't she call the police once she was let out of the room to her cell phone? Buddha died. She was wailing all night, and couldn't sleep. In the morning the snow had stopped, there were about three feet of snow. She was up to her breasts in snow as she was kneeling, and she had dusted Bud's body off. Her selfishness to run away and bring Bud cost her horse his life. He just wanted so badly to go on in the blizzard as she wanted.

The hikers brought her home. She remembers fighting them, trying to be left with bud's body, she wanted to die right next to her horse. She finally gave in, and looked over her shoulder as she walked away from her horse. The wind blew snow over his body. She was in tears. She mentally mapped the way they made it to the road, with her last bit of working mind left.

Turns out one of the hikers was a cop. Wrapped in a blanket at a coffee shop, she gave him the story. Her father was later arrested.

She was placed in the foster home of yet another horse family. Being her she couldn't resist, and she began riding quickly. However she refused to work with their Paso Fino, who greatly resembled Bud, and was named "Rose" Rose Bud. It made her think much to much of Bud.

The home she was at was a breeding farm, she couldn't believe her luck of where she was placed, once she regained her will to live, and slowly recovered from the happenings.

One of the foals, Eragon, a chestnut Hanoverian, or Era for short, became her horse. Era did English, and hunter jumper. She got another horse, Pookey, who is a buckskin quarter horse. She raised and assisted in training to both of them.

She moved to Foxtail, a town not far from where she grew up. She soon found she had inherited the stables in the town when her grandfather she hadn't seen since she was 5, died. The inheritance tax wasn't large for the place wasn't worth much. She got some help and rebuilt the place, and opened it. Her life is back on track, and she's a happy person at Foxtail Ridge.

( THEHORSES)

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SHOW NAME: Eragon
BARN NAME: Era
AGE: 10
GENDER: Gelding
BREED: Hanoverian


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SHOW NAME: Pookeroo
BARN NAME: Pookey
AGE: 9
GENDER: Gelding
BREED: Quarter Horse

( &ETCETERA )

ALIAS: ((SPARKI))
ANYTHING ELSE?: I OWN THIS PLACE