Makenzie Dykes

[Makenzie Dykes]

MakenzieAnn Dykes


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Name: Makenzie Dykes
Alias: Mak, Kenzie
Student or staff: Student,
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Nationality: American
Sexuality: Straight
Physical Appearance: Makenzie is 5’5' and built like a tooth pick. She may be on the small side, but her arms are very toned, as well as her legs and abdomen. Mainly from riding.
Her skin is an olive color, and during the summer, when she is outside, she really darkens.
Mak has a darkish brown hair color, which appears to have natural highlights. It is naturally straight, and flows over her shoulders.
Overall, she has a pretty face. She hates her eyes. Absolutely hates them. Other people think they are quite beautiful. They are almond shaped, and are grayish green. No matter what time of the year, but especially in the summer, Makenzie's freckles appear under her eyes and over her nose. She isn’t too fond of them, but they make her look cute.
When not in riding clothes, you will sometimes find Kenzie in a dress or skirts, but not usually unless there is a dance or some sort of special occasion. She’s not really girly, but not quite a tomboy either. She wears tennis shoes or boots, jeans, and a t-shirt, and oversized sweatshirt, one day a week, which she calls “the lazy day.” The other days, she’ll wear nicer clothes, with high heeled boots, or her TOMS.
Personality: Unlike what most people tend to be nowadays, Makenzie isn’t shy whatsoever. She is actually very outgoing. She likes to talk a lot, but not in the selfish way. She just likes conversation. She has a big heart, and likes to help others whenever she can. If she sees a person sitting by themselves, chances are, Mak will go talk to them. If someone is down, she always tries her best to cheer them up. She never gossips or talks about anyone, so she avoids drama at all costs.
Kenzie does have a few quirks. She is always worried about whether or not someone is mad at her or not. She gets nervous on stage, but not usually if she is speaking, or riding. Only if she is performing. Ms. Dykes is very free spirited, and nobody can hold her back. She believes that she can do anything she sets her mind to.
History: Makenzie was born January 5, in Lafayette, Indiana. She grew up with an older brother. At the age of 2, her aunt gave her a stuffed horse for her birthday, and Kenzie instantly became obsessed with horses. When she was 7, she watched her first Kentucky derby on TV, and longed to become closer to the animal she loved. Her parents never supported her much with the horses. At the age of thirteen, her parents divorced, after her mother found another man, and went to live with him. Her dad was heartbroken. But Makenzie was simply furious. She comforted her father, but found herself distancing herself from her mom. She became very independent, and closed. She struggled focusing in class. Grades dropped dramatically from A's and B's to D's and F's.... except in a couple classes. Art, and Writing. But there was still something missing. That year, a family friend stepped in and asked if she'd like to take riding lessons on one of their horses. She accepted before she even got permission.
While taking lessons, the lady was amazed at the natural talent and potential Makenzie had, even in the first month. She had a good natural seat, and a great feel for the horse's emotions, and what the limit was for each horse she mounted. She told Kenzie to join a stable, and ride there, so she could advance to a higher level. She did so, quickly. But after she had gone as high as she could possibly go there, her instructor called her into the barn office one day. she explained how proud she was of Makenzie, and how She could possibly go to the Olympics one day, if she worked extremely hard. Makenzie's eyes began to water. The instructor had pulled out a brochure, and an application to Hardline.
Anything else: She plays the guitar, and a little bit of drums. Good artist also.

Roleplay Example: (maybe a year old)
Elizabeth practically ran to the barn, carrying her riding boots, and other equipment. Excitement filled her body, every time she even thought about the Show Jumping trials. Be cool , she thought to herself. The seventeen year old quickly made her way into the tack room, and emerged just as fast with her grooming kit. With a shiny brown leather halter in her hand, she unlatched the stall door, and slipped inside. “Hey boy,” Liz said, holding out her palm for the big bay to smell. His whiskers tickled her hand, and she smiled. The horse snorted. “Okay, okay. I’ll hurry.” She slipped the halter onto the Thoroughbred’s head. The gold name plate on it read, “Rock It.”

Jet shoved his way out of the stall, and Elizabeth assertively tugged on the lead rope; a signal for the horse to respect her space. She led the horse to a pair of crossties right outside the stall. Jet swished his tail in ignorance, but soon calmed down as Liz talked to him. She went over his already shining coat, with a soft brush, and the result was a gleaming coat. She then combed out the gelding’s neatly trimmed mane, and tail, getting out all the knots. As the girl walked under the bay’s neck, he put his chin on top of her head, and sighed. Smiling, she reached for the hoof pick. One, by one the girl picked out manure, and pine shavings out of each hoof. After she was finished, she went to the tack room, once again, and retrieved Jet’s bridle, saddle, and saddle pad. The horse got antsy. “Shhhh. It’s alright.” Liz let Jet sniff the saddle pad, before placing it on his back. She repeated the process with the saddle, then placed it high up on his withers, sliding it back as much as needed. Miss Parker then checked and made sure the saddle pad hadn’t bunched up underneath, and tightened the girth. She grabbed the bridle. As she tried to put it on, Jet threw his head high in the air. Liz backed off for a minute, then, as he was in the process of throwing his head again, put a hand on the sensitive poll. She watched his head lower, and lower, until his nose was almost at her knee. With the bit in her left hand, she waited for the gelding to open his mouth. Patience was the key with Jet. When he never opened his mouth willingly, Elizabeth put her fingers on the bars of his mouth, and squeezed. The second his mouth parted, she reacted, and put the metal into his mouth, then guided the rest of the bridle into place. She stepped back, and inspected her work. Jet looked at her with his ears perked. “That’s my handsome boy.” She then exchanged her aero postal jacked for her tight fitting Track suit jacket, and her paddock boots, for shiny riding boots. None of this new, but in good shape, and comfortable to ride in. Liz took the reins, and let the bay out of the stable.

The pair walked into the arena together. Elizabeth looked like a kid in a candy shop, with the wide grin she had on her face as she took a look a the course for the first time. Jet just looked like a lost puppy dog following her home. Liz looked at the instructor, who nodded to her to continue. She checked the girth one last time, lengthened the stirrups, and strapped her helmet. With one foot in the left stirrup, she bounced, then quickly, and gracefully swung her right leg to the other side. She felt Jet tense up. She started to walk him. With Liz on his back, he strutted around like a prince. But only before the girl put him to work. She warmed him, and loosened him up, making sure he was nice and flexible. All while studying the course.

In a canter, the pair circled the entire course, then made and approach to fence number one. Some simple parallel bars to start. Perfect. Jet went into do “Let’s do business,” mode, and they popped over the first jump. Circling to the right, around fence seven, they started off to jump two. Jet was calm, and relaxed underneath Elizabeth. They took it, and jump three like pros, no problem. As the partners cantered toward fence four, Jet’s focus wandered somewhere on campus. He wasn’t focused on the jump. Liz clucked once to him, and he snapped out of his trance, and bounded over the jump. He took the next three fences with ease, then popped over fence eight with room to spare. Next was the triple. It was a simple combo, but because of it, riders often thought too much or too little of it. With a faint smile across her face, Liz whispered, “You’ve got this babe,” to her horse, who had been behaving so well. 3...2...1...now! At now, The girl leaned forward at precisely the right moment, and let Jet do his thing, while she kept him in control, and balanced while he finished the combination. She patted him lightly, praising him, as the headed for jump ten. The shining bay gelding started to pick up speed and momentum, but a little more than was needed, and started to rush the jump. Elizabeth did a half halt, then let him for, and he soared over the jump, and landed cleanly. Next was combo eleven. Liz looked in between her horse’s ears at the jump. But the gelding’s ears swiveled in a different direction than her or the jump. She gave him a little leg, but he took off late, landed cleanly on the other side, but was off stride going onto fence 11b. He took off late once again, a result of being off stride, and Liz kissed to him. He made it over the jump, and landed a little wobbly, but regained balance quickly, as Liz regathered her reins. Jet flew over fence twelve. On the last jump, Jet rushed , and before she could respond, Elizabeth was in the air. She heard the pole thud to the ground, but it didn’t matter much to her. She rubbed her horse’s neck, just as much as she would have if they’d gone clean. With a grin on her face, she cooled the horse down, dismounted, and said, “Thank you.” to the instructor.

Smiling like a hero, who’d just received her medal, she hugged Jet’s neck, and patted it, as they exited the arena, with their fate in the instructors hands.

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A B O U T Y O U
Name: Nakia
Age: 16
RP exp: 5+ years
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