Alexa Shelby

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Full Name: Alexandra Fionnuala Shelby
Nickname(s): Alexa, Alex, Fionn
Date of Birth: 19/July/1990
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Birthplace: County Donegal, Ireland.

Weight: 50kg
Height: 5’3”
Hair Colour: Brown. Dyed that way. Blonde highlights.
Eye Colour: Green/blue
General Appearance: In general, Alexa is a very pretty girl. She is very small for her age, and is of average weight. Naturally her hair is black, and very wavy, but over the years it has been changed about to what it is today: A medium brown, with blonde highlights, and nearly always poker straight, and down around her shoulders.

Likes:

horses; drafts ; Ireland ; green ; Gaelic ; Gaelic football ; show jumping ; foals ; skewbald ; quarter horses ; pink ; clovers ; music ; guitar ; boys ; drum kits ; singing ; acting ; barbeques ; mobile phones ; nokia ; girl poodycat dolls ; the fray ; the killers ; desperate housewives ; that’s so raven ; Disney channel ; first daughter ; her child, of course.

Dislikes:

onions ; cheeky ponies ; her middle name ; her dad ; her sisters ; her mother ; her family ; her ex ; onions ; peppers ; spiders ; drugs ; being told her can't ride ; burping in public ; not having a proper adolescence ; really heavy rock music ; people who hate the Irish

Strengths:

public speaking ; handling pressure ; coping with awkward situations ; show jumping ; being in the ring ; boxing ; making jokes ; making a bad situation a bit more light hearted ; sorting things out ; being a people person

Weaknesses:

having no patience ; not being able to keep her cool ; withdrawal symptoms ; she isn’t very persuasive ; she isn’t very competitive ; she rolls her eyes a lot ; she gets distracted easily ; she judges people very quickly

General Personality: Alexa has always been very happy in her self, even if she hasn't always been happy with her surroundings. She grew up in a house, the youngest of nine children. She was the only child of both her mother and father. She had four maternal sisters and four paternal brothers, but as she was the youngest, she was always the favourite, and at that, the most spoilt. She was always loud and boisterous, and always flounced her way about. She loves to be original and doesn’t like to follow trends. She prefers to wear clothes she designs rather than normal high street brands, but of course, will wear anything she spots in the shops and likes. She is not your average girly-girl she is more of a tomboy. Not by the way she acts or the way she dresses but by the things she likes.
History: On 19th July 1990, Marina Shelby gave birth to her fifth daughter, Alexa. Alexa was her father’s first daughter, though his fifth child. She was the only child of both her mother and father – each of whom had four children each to different partners. They lived in a large house, built by Marina’s father Cormac. The family was quite well off, and all had their own horses. When Alexa was five, her father was in a really bad car accident. The doctors said he would not survive, and he was put on a life support machine. Six months later, he was still not recovering, and they pulled the plug on him. He died. The death sent Marina into a state. She didn’t want to live in Ireland anymore, and moved her family to America. They settled in fine, on a large ranch in southern Texas. Apart from their father’s death, they all had a normal upbringing, though missed Ireland desperately. They went back home every summer still. When Alexa was ten, her mother met a new man from Texas. He moved in, and although quite rich, was never happy with the children. He hated the boys and he beat them. He did worse to the girls. He beat them but he also sexually abused them. Marina would never believe a word of it. When Alexa was twelve, her sister Aoife, who was the oldest sister (16 at the time) ran away from home. None of them have seen her since. When Alexa was fifteen, she fell pregnant to her seventeen year old boyfriend of three years and gave birth to a healthy baby girl named Elizabeth.

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Physique: Small and thin.
Piercing: Ears & Belly button
Tattoos: one, of a heart, on her bottom.
Other: none
Skin Colour: white
Riding Level: Advanced

Mother: Marina Crawford
Father: Dawson Shelby
Siblings: Anna-Lisa Crawford (19), Geraldine Crawford (20), Genevieve Crawford (21), Aoife Crawford (22), Max Shelby (19), Marcus Shelby (20), Thomas Shelby (21), Ciaran Shelby (22)
Other Close Relatives: Daughter – Elizabeth (Lizzy)
Horse Height Preferred: about 16hh-17hh

Riding History: Alexandra started riding when she was five, though really only sitting on the pony. Her first lesson was on a stubborn little Shetland on her seventh birthday. Her first competition was when she was nine, a showjumping competition, and she came fourth. She competes in eventing and sometimes races, though she hates racing.
Family History: When Alexa was five her father died, sending her mother into a state of depression. They later moved from Ireland to Texas. They spent four weeks of every summer back in Ireland.


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Charlie smiled at her reflection in the mirror. Nothing perfect, but nothing overly ugly. Grandly, she moved towards her bed, and threw herself upon it, her blonde locks hanging loosly over the edge of her matress. She felt as though she could lie there forever, without a care in the world. If only life was so simple? It wasn't and she knew it, but there was always that tiny spark of hope that life would change, hopefully for the better. By this age, she knew that there were two types of change. The first was good change, or as she called it, 'good karma'. Was the kind of change that she liked, that gave her a good look-out for the future. The second type of change was the bad change, or, in her own terms, 'spickle'. Not even she could tell you how she got Spickle as the opposite of Good Karma, but she figured it was one of those childish imagination games she still so much adored. Imagination, in this day and age, is very relevant if you wish to get on in life, and this is another of the life lessons she had decided upon. People, like Charlie, with a good imagination, were able to pretend, late at night when they were in bed, that all the bad in the world was gone, and, because it was all in her head, Charlie was able to roleplay in her mind, anything she wanted to. After a beating, she would pretend that her abusive father was gone and out of her life, and that she was free, and could do as she pleased, and, after a fall when riding, she was able to pretend that she was a world class rider, competing in the olyimpics for Ireland.

Yes, when your imagination is good, you are able to escape any kind of nightmare your life may be, and turn it into a dream. But for now, it would have to wait. She sat bolt upright on the bed, and a wave of horror and shock overtook her. The front door slammed. It was her father, home from the pub, and drunk, as usual. She made a move for the key in her door, but it was already too late. He had stumbled in, and had already started to scream at her. Though, surprizing, he was as pissed as she had thought, and didn't hit her. Although his voice echoed through the house. She sometimes wondered why the neighbours did not phone the police, but she figured they shared her fears. The saliva flew out of his mouth, and she backed away from his mouth-waters, wanting him to just . . . die. Another childish thought, she knew, but it was a way of comfort to her. Comfort was not something she got in her home, what with her mother a drug-addict, and her abusive father. She had no siblings, though she would not want any, knowing it unfair to force upon anyone the pain and sorrow she grew up with and around.

Lost in a sea of thoughts, she felt a wave of pain on her cheek, and she let out a yelp. She burned with anger, but dared not reject. If she let him do as he pleased, he would leave, after maybe not causing her too much pain. Another wave of shooting pain flew to her leg, her nerves a wreck as he kicked her shin, causing her to fall to the ground. She had not been listening to him until this moment.

"You stupid girl, why do you refuse to listen?" he sceamed, taking off his belt, and folding it in half, doubling it over. The towering figure bent over, and grabbing her arm, pulling her to an upright position, she knew what was coming, and flinched. He lifted the belt above his head, still holding her, and still struggling to stay standing. As hard and fast as he could, he brought down the strip of leather and metal, and hit her hard accross the back, laughing meniacly at the tears that has started to trickle down her face. He let go of her, his work was done. He had hurt her, and now he would leave her in peace. Though he would come back later, when it was dark, and abuse her in a different way. Oh how he loved the thought of the physical and emotional pain he caused her, when he slipped himself inside her. It was one of many ways to get under her skin.

As she lay crying, she tried once more, to block it out, but this time the pain was on the outside. It hurt her that he enjoyed her pain, but what hurt her more, was that her mother had watched it happen, without saying a word, with some pills in one hand, and a cigarette in the other.

[Ruby Lanelle]

accepted. wow you have such a great imagination.