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Wings Of Our Storm is a intermediate to advanced role play set in Twin Falls, Nevada. It is home to the illustrious Twin Falls Riding Camp. The best riders from the country and even the world flock to this quiet town during the summer. Just a few miles away mustangs are fighing for survival. Will civilization eventually close in around these beautiful creatures? Or will they be able to survive, running from the Wings of Our Storm? Please register with a first middle and last name all in lowercase for a human. For a mustang please register with a name in lower case too.
 

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aidan lee sullivan
Posted: Jul 17 2008, 03:37 AM



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Hey I'M PIPPA and I'm SEVENTEEN. I own this place in MINUS FIVE [EASTERN]. You can get ahold of me by x Pipp or PM.


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Age: Eighteen
Build: The Eighteen year old stands at about five-eight, rather short for a man coming from tall parents. Thought at only five-eight, Aidan weighs roughly around one-forty-three and has a medium frame. Aidan does work out, providing him with muscles, but not overly so. He mainly tries to stay in shape.
Face Claim: Chris Evens
Nicknames: It's just Aidan.
Parents:
    Michael Lee Sullivan, 45, banker
    Cassandra Katrina Sullivan, 44, secretary
Siblings:
    Conner Micheal Sullivan, 20, grocer.
    Cassidy Maria Sullivan, 14, high school freshman
Hometown: Los Angles, California St. Paul, Minnesota
English or Western?: English
Group: townie
Riding Experience: --
Personality:
    caring
    Aidan will easily put other people before himself in any situation. He's more then willing to move mountains for the people that he cares about, then see them hurt. He'd rather harm himself then even face the possibilities of causing harm to someone he loves. Although he doesn't come right out and tell a person that he cares. The eighteen year old makes it a habit of showing people how much they mean to him by remembering how they like their coffee, their birthday, favorite colors, songs, and movies, and their allergies.
    temper
    Aidan has one horrible temper, although it's usually a difficult thing to set of. He'll only fly of the handle at friends and family, because he loves them, and it's easier to be mad at those you love, because you know they will forgive you. When pissed, Sullivan could scream his head off until his vocal cords give out, and he can't talk anymore, but he has always preferred the quiet approach. When royally pissed off, he'll refuse to talk to said person, and doesn't give away any hint to what he's feeling or thinking. He also has no problem takimg said person's most prized possession and ruining it for them, like say, their car and painting it with the gay pride colors. He hits where it hurts when He's driven to the point, and Aidan will not regret the things he's done.
    affectionate
    Aidan loves affection, although he doesn't necessarily need to be smothered by it. He adores cuddling with either friends or family, and as a child growing up, He was always cuddling with his teddy, because boys don't cuddle with their friends. He loves getting or giving hugs, as well as being held, or getting kisses, that include eskimo kisses. As much as he loves getting affection, Aidan has no problem spreading the love. as long as it's a close friend, family, or a lover, he's willing to curl up beside them, unannounced and just share the warmth and comfort of holding someone else.
    people
    He loves people, and being surrounded by a bunch of strangers. He has a habit to talk to people as if he's known them their whole life. He seems open and carefree when ever he's surrounded by others, although that may not always be how he truly feels. Aidan loves to include people rather then excluding them. He enjoys the sound of laughter and people talking, there is nothing more soothing for the teenager. Once in a great while, he doesn't mind silence though, and having a few hours of me time. He doesn't always have to be surrounded by a whole bunch of people though. Sullivan has no problem hanging out at home with his closest friends.
    trust
    He doesn't trust people easily. Aidan has a hard time letting people in, although he seems open to anyone, that's just the surface. No matter how he acts around people, it doesn't mean that s=he trusts them completely. Once she does trust someone, he'll do it with her whole heart, and he expects said person not to fuck it up, and prove his sense of judgment wrong. Those he trusts, Aidan has no problem admitting anything too, or acting like a complete idiot in front of.
    stubborn
    Young Aidan was raised to stick to his beliefs and not let anyone talk down to her. His father, a wealthy banker, has always had high standards for his children, and because of that, Aidan follows his heart, and hismind, and won't stop until he gets what he beliefs he deserves. He's determined, stubbornly so, a trait that he got from his father.
    territorial
    The brunette is extremely territorial, and not just over objects. He's worse when it comes to people he considers his. Aidan doesn't like sharing, but he does, grudgingly, if he has too. He'll make it a point to call things he considers his 'mine'. He doesn't give up what's his either, and when it's stole, and broken, or harmed in anyway, Aidan has no problem going after said person and harming them.
Likes:
    x.cuddling
    x.energy drinks
    x.sleeping in
    x.kisses
    x.boys
    x.hot showers
    x.horror movies
    x.hanging out with his brother
    x.road trips
    x.writing
    x.cooking
    x.bright colors
    x.third grade humor
    x.ice cream
Dislikes:
    x.a cold bed
    x.one night stands
    x.coffee
    x.break ups
    x.liquor
    x.cigarettes
    x.homo-phobes
    x.coursework
    x.running out of hot water
    x.onions
    x.mushrooms
History:
    It was on the way to the hospital during a relaxing Barbecue that Cassandra was rushed to the hospital with her husband, Micheal, and their first son. A few long hours later, Aidan was born, and named after his mother's grandfather. His father got busy with his new banking company, so Aidan spent most of his young life under his mother's care while his older brother went to preschool. Aidan would often wonder off in the child-safe home while his mother worked on files and explored the wonders of their home. The infant was often found talking to him and attempting his escape from the house, even when one of his parents kept on eye on him. The way the small infant saw if back then, if he couldn't see you, you can't see them. At times, this theory still applies to his current state of mind. He has gotten better with sneaking around though.

    When Aidan was four, he entered with preschool. The young lad loved it there, and instead of crying when his parents left him, he would often cry when they came to pick him up. Like his older brother, Aidan was a chatterbox. He had no problem befriending the other tots and sharing his crayons with them. Since most of the kids were shy though, Aidan spent most the time babbling and filling in the silence with nonsense that made sense to him. He was picked up early from a family friend when his mother gave birth to their newest addition of the family, and once he got over the fact that this crying monster took him away from preschool, Aidan actually adored his new baby sister.

    Aidan's life progressed at an uneventful pace through elementary school. He managed decent grades at the private school his father had him and his brother enrolled at. He didn't mind the private school, the only thing that annoyed him was dressing like everyone else. Besides a small discipline issue that had Aidan running through the halls naked to protest the dress code, the boy behaved fairly well. He had only behaved because Aidan decided that he didn't agree with the punishment his parents dished out at him. If that weren't the cause, the young lad might have gotten into more trouble.

    When he was eight, Aidan discovered that they were moving, and with his brother, Aidan threw a fit. Only instead of screaming his lungs out, he had handcuffed himself, with one of his cops and robbers toys, to the fence that surround the house. His parents got the hint, that he didn't want to move, but that didn't stop it from happening. Connor had easily calmed down after their father promised him a pony. Aidan hadn't been as easily appeased. Aidan didn't want a pony, he hasn't cared for the riding lessons. He just wanted a bigger bedroom, and once he got his father to promise that, Aidan told him where the handcuffs's keys were and allowed his father to free him in order to pack.

    They had moved to a bigger ranch, into a home that Aidan had easily fallen in love with. He got the bigger room out of his brother and sister and was delight that his father kept his promise. What astonished him the most was that at the school they were to attended, he could dress however he wanted, and that uniforms weren't needed. It didn't take long for Aidan to fill his room with clothing for school. Unlike his brother, Aidan wasn't as popular in high school. He was good at sports, but he didn't really care for them. He didn't sign up for every team. The only team that Aidan bothered to join was the Field and Track team with his brother. Running had been his calling, and the teenager had always done the four hundred meter dash, at times though, the teen would try the mile, but that was only once in a while. The only thing that Aidan discovered in his high school years was his homosexuality, and though it isn't obvious the little signs are there.

    He was in his sophomore year when Connor graduated high school and opted to join a local college rather then an Ivy League. Aidan had been at awe at his brother's ability to stick up for himself, and wished then that he could let his parents know about his sexual preference, but, he didn't dare tell them. They attempt to kick him out as well. It was between the summer of his sophomore and junior year that Connor got tossed of a horse. Aidan had been scared to death for his brother, and followed him to the hospital. He refused to go home with his parents for the night, and stayed at his brother's side until he knew that he was alright. His brother was physically fine and was finally allowed home, but when the nightmares started, Aidan knew that his brother was not okay. He would be woken up by Connor's crys, and he would often stand st his brother's bedside, waiting for him to wake up, before he would curl up in bed with his older brother. He never said anything, but Aidan assumed that by being with Connor, his older brother knew that he didn't have to face this alone.

    His parents decided to move during his senior year. As a seventeen year old, the refused to give Aidan an option of staying or going. He was forced to go. The young man lasted for a few weeks in California before he fabricated a lie and run away from home to see his older brother.


The Time Is Right I Know It



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i've become so n u m b.
    The good thing about knowing people in a lot of unlikely places, is that you get to know stuff, whether you want to know to or not. If said people decided that you deserved to know something, they'd call you up and tell you. It works that way for drugs too, user had dealers on speed dial, and vis-versa. It was something that even the young brunette hasn't change during her sober period. She still kept her contacts, and they still kept her. A user was bound to fall of the wagon sometime.

    When she found out about her mother, that was exactly what happened.

    Sean, a friend of Rick's had seen her mother out and about, and of course told Rick, who told Gracie. She hadn't believed it at first, but logic made her believe. No one in her family had cared enough to keep a promise, so why would Sean and Rick lie? Why wouldn't her mother drink again? Most importantly, why should Gracie hold up her end of the bargain?

    Rick had of course hooked her up. He hadn't liked the idea of her starting again, and suggested something herbal. Gracie had denied, and asked for the powder. She wanted fast acting utopia. And along with it, she ordered heroin. She had stayed clear of needles before, mainly because they scared the hell out of her, but she figured what the hell? She might as well die thoroughly, and say she covered every drug in the book, aside from Meth.

    Sprawled out across her bedroom floor, with the barely any lights on, the only light being a single light bulb that gave the room it's dull glow, the brunette studied her old collection of photos. She reached for the bottle of whiskey that she had forced Ricky to supply her with as well, and took a forced drink of the strong liquid. A school book was to her right, with two powdered lines, a razor blade, and a single dollar bill.

    She was surprised at how easily she could afford the drugs now, but when she thought about it, it made sense. Gracie hadn't bought anything in over five months, her money had piled up in the tiny savings account that she had at the local bank. She was pleased that instead of getting a college education, she decided to do this.

    The tiny brunette twisted her upper frame, took hold of the single bill and rolled it up. She slipped the end into one nostril, and held the other one shut with the opposite hand, and hit her second line of Cocaine. She was already high, but Gracie wanted to get higher, until she stood beside the devil and never had to feel disappointment again.

    The heroin, was safely tucked away in her closet, in a box, with all of the things she held dear when she was but an innocent child, when life was perfect. She'd use that if the powder didn't work. She'd try to kill herself while she chased the dragon and make things better.

    Gracie turned her attention back towards the old pictures and picked one up before the split with her parents. Glazed, blue eyes studied the captured image for a few long moments, before she laughed humorless. How could she have been so stupid and naive, to believe her mother? To hope that her parents would get back together? The bitter laugh progressed to broken sobs, and Gracie tossed the picture aside once she realized that she had been crying.

    She rolled on her back, and prayed that this time, the drugs will kill her.

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