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Name: Mor Pendragon
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Personality: Devious and eloquent, Mor Pendragon may be the illegitimate son of a well-known British politician, but that doesn't stop nearly everyone from liking the sexy, sharp-witted young man. He recently moved to the States with his mother in order to have a fresh start; somewhere that his past doesn't follow him. Due to his birth, for the better part of his life, Mor played the part of the delicious badass musician. He was perhaps too good at it, and it landed him in a lot of trouble. However, now he's at Sapphire Fountain Stables, and he intends to do it right this time.
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Other: A fabulous musician, Mor sings, plays the guitar, and writes lyrics. He would love to form a band in the US.
Horse
Show Name: Dark Flirtation
Barn Name: Kael
Age: 7
Gender: Stallion
Personality: As devious as his rider and twice as defiant, Dark Flirtation, known as Kael, the Welsh word for warrior, is a nearly impossible creature to work with. Perhaps that's why he and Mor get along so well.
Breed: Friesian
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Name: Zane Daemon
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Personality: Quick-witted and sarcastic, Zane Daemon is a handful, to say the least. Her brilliant smile and dangerously good looks draw in a lot of guys, but they're quick to find Zane just doesn't take shizz from anyone. Vivacious, silly, and a great friend, Zane will never let anyone down.
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Show Name: Nobody's Harlequinn
Barn Name: Harley
Age: 9
Gender: Gelding
Personality: Stubborn and strong-willed, Harley could easily be a tough ride for anyone not even half as stubborn as Zane. However, his skills in cross-country make him worth the while.
Breed: Irish Draught
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Tori, Frankie, and sometimes Jack. 
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America was sorta weird. Well, at least to Mor Pendragon, who had lived in the UK for his entire life. Until now. Until the story of his birth came out...
That had ended pretty bloody nasty, and Mor was just trying to look forward to seeing Kael for the first time in two weeks and spending the entire Saturday at Sapphire Fountain. Mostly, he wanted to be with Kael, but with a politician as his father, Mor knew he better make friends who actually liked him if he wanted to stand a chance in this town.
It was hard not to like Mor, though, it really was. American girls found his darkly good looks and British accent irrestiable on a lot of levels. It certainly didn't help that he possessed a rather delicious personality, a guitar, and oh, yes, a motorcycle. Would one expect less? To anyone else, this would seem so badass stereotype, but for Mor... bloody hell, it was hard enough getting through the streets of London walking. Why the hell would he want a car?
Pulling into the parking spaces at Sapphire Fountain, Mor cut the engine on the slightly muddy black motorcycle, sitting back for a second before swinging off. He slipped the bag with his riding clothes across his shoulder and then pulled off his helmet, releasing his thick black hair. A shock fell across his beautiful grey eyes as he tentatively took his first step into Sapphire Fountain.
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"Nice motorcycle," Zane Daemon said softly with a whistle of appreciation as the gleaming black monster caught her eye from across the paddock. She was leading in Harley, her equally monstrous chestnut Irish Draught, for a morning workout.
"Must be the new kid," she murmured, patting Harley's thick chestnut neck before slipping the halter onto his head and leading him out of the paddock and towards the barn. She briefly attempted to wrangle her long, dark wavy hair into a ponytail with one hand, but gave up and settled for doing so once Harley was safely crosstied.
Tori, Frankie, and sometimes Jack.
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| I'm really bored. Form:
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Name: Fiona McCleary
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Personality: Fiona is as sweet as she appears... most of the time. If she needs to be, however, she can be as nasty as can be. She has a short temper and is impulsive. She does what she wants, when she wants and doesn't take no for an answer.
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Show Name: Finn McCoole
Barn Name: Finn
Age: 5
Gender: gelding
Personality: Strong, spooky, needs a very strong and confident rider, but loves doing his job. Like any young horse, gets distracted easily
Breed: Irish Sport Horse
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Name: Mason Dawson
Age: 19
Gender: male
Personality: Mason is generally a sweet and affable guy, very fun to be around. He loves to flirt and has a habit of not taking things seriously, but knows when he needs to put joking aside and be serious. When need be, he can actually be quite frigthening
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Show Name: Student Driver
Barn Name: Levi
Age: 7
Gender: gelding
Personality: Tends to appear angry most of the time, but can be worked through his problems with patience. Knows what to do, and takes care of his rider.
Breed: TB
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the truth never set me free, so I did it myself
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| Fiona groaned as she went to get Finn from the paddock, seeing the thick mud that coated him. "Really?" she muttered as she clipped the navy blue lead rope onto his leather halter, rolling her eyes at the horse. He nudged her with his nose, wanting a treat, and Fiona was forced to laugh. "I'm not going to reward you for this," she said, starting towards the barn. Mason massaged the bit in Levi's mouth, encouraging him to unlock his jaw from the stubborn set he had it in and tucking his chin. The gelding stuck his nose even higher in defiance, his ears pinned against his grey head. "Dear God," he muttered, putting him on a circle and pressing with his inside leg, all the time moving the bit in his mouth.
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Ilia's first instinct was to get Tara groomed and tacked up. They found a open ring pretty quickly, and Ilia began working on some dressage exercizes- Which were far from being either horse or rider's favorite class. Ilia stroked Tara's neck. "Beautiful, girl," She praised, leaning down to rub her horse's neck. Tara turned her head to glance at her as she dismounted, as if to say "Duh. When am I NOT beautiful?" Ilia laughed and led Tara out of the ring and into the barn.
Adrian looked around him, really not wanting to head off to the acadamy yet. The instant he was there, it was back to new, rich kid status instead of just another rider status. Maverick nudged his shoulder, looking for a treat. Adrian sighed and held out his hand. The gelding happily munched the sugar cube, then sniffed his rider's pockets for more.
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Bellatrix strode down the aisle to Andy's stall. He was dozing in the corner. She clucked to him.
"Want to go for a ride buddy?" She crooned. He nickered and bobbed his head.
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| Finn's muddy hooves clapped against the concrete floor of the barn as they entered the building. Fiona lead him to a set of cross ties and clipped him there and dissapeared into the tack room. She quickly reamerged with her tack and grooming kit, which she set down near where the gelding was standing patiently. She pulled out a curry comb and started working the mud out of Finn's coat. Mason praised Levi when he finally gave into the contact and came onto the bit, using his back and hind end like a pro. After a little while in this better position, the boy let him walk on a long rein, encouraging him to stretch down.
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Ilia put away Tara and meandered in the barn. She noticed a girl working at cleaning a uber-muddy horse. "Need a hand?" She asked, walking over.
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| "I don't want to subject you to this tourture," Fiona said with a smile at the other girl. She continued to work on grooming, slowly revealing the dark coat beneath the mud. Mason picked his contact up after a little bit and worked on getting Levi back on the bit at the walk before asking for a canter from the walk.
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Ilia grinned. "Eh, it's fine. I have nothing to do, anyway," She said as she grabbed a curry comb and ducked around to the other side of the horse.
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