Basically the rules are quite simple.

-No killing off anyone character
-No going against the sites rules
-Try and be nice :P {Corny but hey please try]
-Please keep it PG-15

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Name: Aira Dashkov
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Personality: She's vary layback but is a quick thinker and usually acts without thinking. She is fiercely loyal to her family and friends and doesn't get mad easily unless you say anything that is disrespectful. She loves Animals and anything to do with the outdoors.
Appearance: Long dirty blonde hair down to her waist with deep earthy green eyes. She has soft pixie like features. She stands at 5'4. She is vary athletic and loves to run and be out in the sun. Her skin is tan from being out in the sun almost everyday. She doesn't wear much make-up. Mascara maybe and she's good. You'll usually find her in jeans and a T-shirt or shorts and a tank top.

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Aira Finally finished unpacking her suit case into her new room for the next 8 mouths. She made her bed and put all her books on the bookshelf. After that she had nothing to do so she decided to go explore the property. She visited that library, the classrooms, the science lab and the art room before heading out of the school building and into the stables which, to her surprise, was huge! She walked down the stables looking at all the different horses. She walked threw the stable to the back padlocks where they let the horses run around to see her horse. A beautiful stallion black as the night sky. He was running around and bucking the air wilding. Aira giggled and sat on the wooden fence watching him. He finally trotted over and nudged her with his nose. She rubbed his neck and moved his main out of his eyes to show a perfect white patch of fur in the shape of a crescent moon. She rubbed it gently. He was her horse alright. She called him Midnight. she sat like that for a long while before climbing off the fence and into the padlock. she mounted Midnight on his right side and took a fist full of his main in her hand and beckoned him forward. And instantly she was running.