Post by Noah Sorley on Feb 3, 2016 13:59:59 GMT -8
NOAHMacIntyreSORLEY
<<Played by Venti>>
Full Name>> Noah MacIntyre Sorley
Nicknames>> Noah, Mac, Irish
Age>> October 11th; 18
Staff or Student>> Student (Senior); Student barn hand at White Oak
House>> Blue Ribbon House
Gender>> Male
Sexuality>> Demisexual
Face Claim>> Alexander Zetterman
Personality>> Noah tends to be the quiet, determined kind of guy. He's friendly enough, but alittle awkward, especially at 'first contact'. That might have something to do with his life so far; he relates better to those older than him rather than those of his own age. Given that he pretty much ran away from home when he was 16 to go to Florida to compete, that might be understandable. That too is a testament to his character: he knows what he wants and he'll do his very best to make that happen. It helps that he is clever; despite leaving school halfway junior year,he has spent the time thereafter training, earning and spending money etc. He knows about the practical applications of a lot of what he was taught at school.
Noah is rather soft-spoken, he doesn't necessarily need to be the center of attention. He's very happy to hang back a little and observe, occasionally a little lost in his own head/world, but that seldom happens because he's trying to ignore you. He likes music: can't play or sing to save his life, but working out, studying and even riding is frequently accompanied by music through a single earplug. Although he is rather serious and mature due in part to his diabetes, his budding career and his own unwillingness to show any pain or weakness, he does like to have fun. It's just not the type where you get drunk or dance a lot (he's not much of a dancer either), but hanging out with friends, going to a bar, swimming with horses, camping... He knows how to have fun, really, and is actually quite adorable when relaxed and laughing.
Likes>> Derby shows;; cooking;; music when he's riding;; working out in an empty gym;; quiet nights in with his dearest friends
Dislikes>> Showing pain or weakness;; overly polite trainers;; drunk people;; onion rings;; rap music
Fears>> Ending up disabled due to old or new injuries;; snakes
Hopes>> To end up at CSI 5* level;; ride at the Olympics;; become a vested name in the industry
Secrets>> Noah is afraid something is wrong with him because he doesn't crush on girls (or boys) the way his friends do; he himself doesn't yet realize he is demisexual
Appearance>> Noah is somewhat of a dime a dozen, appearance-wise. Slender, lean, and athletic, he stands at just 6', but he usually seems smaller than that. Frequent hours in the gym ensure a six pack, but that's not really what Noah cares about. As long as he is healthy enough and fit enough and not overweight, he's happy with his looks, even despite a somewhat smallish face, sharp sea-blue eyes, occasionally floppy blond hair (especially when he has neglected to have it cut) and a nice tan that end abruptly roughly where his shirt sleeves start. Noah may defer to the weather with board shorts instead of jeans, he doesn't really do tank tops, and being shirtless is usually reserved for swimming, showering and sleeping. If he bothers, he dresses up quite nicely in a suit, but he prefers riding breeches to anything else.
Markings>> Noah has the usual collection of scars for a horse-mad young man; a faint, faded impression of a horseshoe on the side of his left foot, a ragged line near his right elbow where he was bitten once, those kind of scars. A tiny white line through his eyebrow, where the skin split after an unfortunate collision with a pole. His fingertips are also doted with many tiny dots, which are scars from pricking for blood to measure his blood sugar, and corresponding dots, though in a smaller quantity, can be found on his belly and thighs from the needle that'll deliver insuline into his body. The only unusual scar he has is along his right collarbone, a relatively fresh surgical scar that is still looking somewhat angrily red.
Medical History>>
- Diabetes: Noah was diagnosed with diabetes when he was ten years old. Initially problematic due to mismanagement, his levels stabilized after a few months. Noah switched to an insulin pump when he was fifteen and has used one ever since. After his accident five months ago his blood sugar levels have been out of whack for a while, but they have largely leveled out again, thus major hypo's or hypers are not expected. Aside from the insulin pump he uses a finger stick glucose monitoring device to measure his blood sugars and tends to have a 'man bag' nearby with not only the glucose meter, but also glucose tablets, raisins and a bottle of juice).
- Trauma to the right upper body: Five months ago, Noah was part of a motorcyclist vs. horse & rider accident in which he fractured his right collarbone in three placed, cracked two ribs, dislocated his shoulder and bruised his knee. Surgery was necessary to put his collarbone back together properly. Unfortunately, there were some complications after: an infection that slowed the healing process, and (slight) nerve damage both due to the initial break and the surgery itself. This manifests itself in a slightly reduced range of motion for his right shoulder (he can't lift his right arm as high as his left), slight weakness in his right hand and numb patches where sensation fails dotted across his right arm. There is still hope it will improve more with physical therapy and exercise.
- Trauma to the left hip: An unlucky fall when Noah was a month or two shy of his fourteenth birthday resulted in a broken hip. It healed naturally after two weeks bed rest and four weeks on crutches, but over the years some damage has been done to the blood vessels and cartilage, resulting in a measure of discomfort when he is cold, as well as a bit of stiffness when he's been in one position too long. There is also a slight difference in leg length, which doesn't really show when he walks.
Criminal History>> Noah has been warned once and fined once for cycling without lights (it's not like he carries spares in his back-pocket?!) and he has one speeding ticket.
Full History>> Noah was born on the island of Inishmore, Ireland, to his native Irish father Neill, a former jockey turned lead groom and barn hand for a 'mainland' racing stable, and his Norwegian bride, a marine biologist. The island life agreed with the young couple and with their son, Noah, who loved to explore all around their home. He was three years old when he saw horses up close for the first time, and for them he abandoned his love for anything watery. Horses were much better! So, once he was a little older, a deal was struck: school first, horses second. And that seemed to work remarkably well. The pony they had at first was the devil incarnate, or so it seemed: stubborn, lazy, food-fixated, utter lack of respect... And oh so gentle with kids. Noah spent hours with the pony, often with a few friends as well. One of those friends eventually bought the pony form the Sorleys after Noah had outgrown him. In the pony's stead came another pony; Capricieuse, a Connemara mare that really thought him to ride... And to jump. His grades permitting, most weekends were spent on the main island for training and competing. He started with hunter classes, but soon graduated to real jumping, and his passion was born. Until life threw a spanner in the works.
He hadn't been feeling well since his 10th birthday; tired, thirsty, weight loss and worse. Eventually, a bad stomach ache and vomiting saw him to the hospital, where he was admitted with a bad case of the flu which turned out to be something else instead. When he left the hospital, it was with insuline, needles and a glucose meter. That, and the start of teenage rebellion. For a handful of months, Noah pretended nothing was wrong, having a few close calls and a few actual hospital visits due to too high or too low glucose levels. Both as punishment for his wilful ignorance and as motivation to improve, there were no rides to be had on Capri, who was pregnant anyway at that time. Eventually, he wisened up and proved he could handle it. Perhaps not gracefully, but at least healthily. His 11th birthday wasn't his alone: Capri gave birth that same day to a pretty colt, and that was the final straw for Noah to clean up his act. It wasn't all smooth sailing from there, but in general he went well. His grades improved, his physical condition improved, and so did Capri's. Just as it seemed life was good again, his mother got a job offer that was everything she had ever wanted, so she took it. And moved to Norway. The rough nature appealed to Noah, but he missed the opportunity to compete. Luckily, he was eligible for Norwegian citizenship due to his mother's nationality, and so he couldn't just compete in Norway, he could also join the junior team, of which he was a part for the majority of his time in Norway except for a six week stretch where he was laid up or on crutches after he broke his hip in a bad fall. His interest in school diminished at the same rate as his success and skills at jumping improved, and as a career in show jumping seemed feasible to him now, he made a decision
He moved back to Ireland when he was fifteen, having found a coach that was an old friend of his father who would let him ride more and better horses than he had so far, as well as teach him. Capri was retired not too long after; between her age and Noah's ever increasing length, she deserved something easier. Capri's son joined him, though, just as his cat. Under Liam's guidance, his career soared. School became an afterthought, a formality in between the daily chores of a rider. His hard work paid off, though: Liam asked Noah to accompany him to the Winter Equestrian Festival as groom and rider, and it was a no-brainer for Noah. Of course he said yes, even if it meant ditching school for quite some time. He never returned to school afterwards: the WEF proved to him he could make it work. His earnings were enough to buy a proper jumper to tide him over until Rebel Yell was of age, and while his mother was livid, his father understood and accepted it.
The next nineteen months were roughly the same, spent training himself and the horses he rode, some for sales, some for competing with another rider, some for competing with Noah showing them. When he had some spare time, he spent it doing homework for the online school he had been enrolled in, a compromise that made contact with his mother a lot easier. Dude to his level of sport concessions were made if he could not finish work in time, and so he slowly finished junior year and started senior year under supervision of his father and his coach. He faithfully returned to the WEF, finding it a beautiful chance to showcase himself and earn some money if he was lucky, and spent the rest of the year trailing after Liam with the occasional trip of his own in Europe. Although he briefly rode two horses at 1.50m level, most of the horses he rode ranged from 1.20m to 1.40m height. He kept the dream to ride Grand Prix with his own horse, though, but fate didn't seem to agree with him. As he crossed the road towards the arena where he would make his and Rebel Yell's debut, a biker pretty much crashed into them. Bell's quick reflexes made sure neither of them were killed, but both of them did require surgery. Noah for his broken collarbone, Bell because he managed to stake himself on a fencing post. It took Noah well over three months to be declared 'healthy' again by the doctor, which was with regards to his broken or bruised bones rather than the fluctuations in his diabetes, but his PT liked him to take it a little slower. So he did; it wasn't like Bell was in tip top shape, either. Rudely awakened to how fleeting both life and his career were, or could be, he decided it might be time to adjust his course a little. With his father's help, he found BRRA and applied; graduating high school would be a good start to a back-up plan if his show jumping career tanked for one reason or another.
Pet Name>> Bowie
Registered Name>> Bowie
Age>> 9
Gender>> Male (Neutered)
Species>> Feline
Breed>> Manx
Registry>> Manx
Personality>> Although Bowie's a cat, nobody seems to have told him that - it's very easy to mistake him for a dog sometimes. Not just because he's trained to walk on a leash, but also because he hisses or growls when strangers enter 'his' territory and even attack when he feels something is really wrong. Aside from his watchdog tendencies, Bowie is an affectionate cuddler, who comes when called (most of the time). He's a playful fellow, following his person around the house, 'assisting' said person with his tasks and trying to tempt you to play with him. He knows how to fetch, and if you take the time he might even participate in a bit of tug o' war. But when it's time to settle down, Bowie prefers to be in someone's lap or otherwise in contact with a person, watching over until he falls asleep. If you're lonely and talk to yourself, don't be surprised if Bowie'll 'talk back' to you. It doesn't really help he's clever, too; occasionally he shows that he knows how to open doors or faucets, playing in the water if he feels like it. One unusual trait that Bowie possesses is that Bowie doesn't just 'guard' his person from external threats, but also from internal threats - over the years he's learned to trust his nose and instincts and warns Noah when his blood sugar drops or rises sharply by making a nuisance of himself.
History>> Bowie was bred as a show cat by a friend of Noah's father, but didn't really have the temperament for it. Needing to relocate the cat, Noah's father bought him as a cheering up present for Noah. Bowie was given to him when he got home from the hospital, and ever since Noah and Bowie have been inseparable. When he moved first to Norwegia, then back to Ireland and then the USA, Bowie accompanied Noah everywhere, even when on tour. It's no surprise, then, that Noah took Bowie to BRRA as well.
Appearance>> Picture
