FIORDALIS, Vincent Oct 10, 2018 10:52:48 GMT -8
Post by Vincent Fiordalis on Oct 10, 2018 10:52:48 GMT -8
vincent dezery fiordalis
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Full Name>> Vincent Dezery Fiordalis
Nicknames>> Vin, Vince, Vinnie
Date of Birth>> 10/12/1988
Staff or Student>> Staff; Dressage Instructor, Hunters Instructor
House>> Brown Ribbon Apartments
Face Claim>> Toni Mahfud
Personality>> Vincent is a lot of things:
Caring - vincent cares for all his students, he personally tries to help them as much as possible and cares for almost everyone he meets.
Respectful - he repsects anyone he meets, if they don't respect him he still shows respect because he was always raised to be kind and polite.
Cocky - he can be cocky and outgoing, this is normal and can be over powering, this can make him come across as a know it all or rude.
Firm - it is his way or no way, if you come to his lessons his lessons are his way ot no way. Don't follow instruction be prepared to sit on the bench.
Sensitive - Vincent can be quite sensitive but tends to hide it, mean comments or inappropriate banter can make him feel uncomfortable and can hurt his feelings but he would never let that show.
Likes>> X horses
X alcohol and cigarettes
Dislikes>> X cocky students
X rude parents
X people that don't follow instructions
X how much he knows but people think they know more
X losing arguments or debates
Fears>> X failing to be a good instructor, failing to better a child/adult
X becoming someone else, thinking to change himself drastically to make himself a better instructor
Hopes>> X to become a well known instructor and rider
X to never fail or let anyone down, to help as many students as he possibly can
Secrets>> X he was an alcoholic after he broke his back for a year and a half.
Appearance>> Vincent stands at 6'1" and weighs a whooping 190lbs, he has olive tanned skin, has brown hair which is short on the sides and long on top, sometimes gelled into a quiff and sometimes left to hang at the side of his face in a side fringe, he also has blue/grey eyes that he never hides and are the main focus in his features. Vincent stands tall and always has his arms crossed. He never slouches and walks with huge strides and wuite fast also. You can see this man in dark colours only, his wardrobe is mainly greys and blacks of all shades and variety with brown long boots or black long boots, he sometimes can be seen wearing spurs during a lesson.
Markings>> A scar at the base of his back where the metal plate and pins are.
Medical History>> Vincent suffered a broken back when he was younger after losing a tough fight with his horse.
Full History>> The start of vincent's life was a good one, born into a middle-class family that loved him and taught him from a young age that caring and helping are good qualities in a person. He was a straight A graded student and never failed to make the class laugh, he would make jokes or be inappropriate at serious times. This got him a few detentions but nothing serious.
Once he left school at sixteen he studied horse care, at college at level three and went into university at eighteen to study horse biology, by the age of twenty he was qualified in stable management, horse care and horse biology. He then discovered horse society and studied for all stages of becoming an instructor. He passed and was a fully qualified riding instructor by the age of twenty-three. He also brought his own horse and started to learn dressage.
He built his confidence in riding getting other instrurctors and friends to give him pointers to help him and his horse. He learnt dressage movements and learnt what made him and his horse work well together. By doing this he was able to start teaching, helping people find what helped them and their horses to work as a team, he taught people dressage movements and school figures. He enjoyed teaching, it was a place where he felt relaxed and helpful.
One day he was struggling with his horse, it was an off day. The wind was blowing, the rain was falling and his steed was reacting. His horse made it clear wind and rain was not the best weather conditions for him to work in. Which vincent ignored, that was stupid of him. He was twenty-five at this point, been teaching for two years and riding for two years as well. He'd just got the confidence to start doing dressage tests. So this was a daft move.
The storm kept coming, the horse getting worse. It reared, bolted and veered, bronking leaving vincent with no choice but to let go. He wasn't prepared for the sheer pain that would come to him as he landed on the fence. Breaking two railings and crashing into the field next to the arena. He spent half a year in hospital, he had expensive operations to get himself stable enough to walk. The doctors said he would never be able to ride again, which destroyed him. When he was allowed to go home he started having regular dates with his good old friend Jack Daniels.
Vincent quit riding, sold his horse for £3000 and quit teaching, he spent the rest of his twenty-sixth year a drunken mess. Ordering takeaways, seeing doctors and losing hope in himself. He was in a dark place, and all he could was blame himself. His friends tried to help him, always checking on him and showing him articles of his customers in the papers for winning and crediting him. This perked him up. He started drinking less and watching videos on social media of disabled riders and riders with broken backs.
At twenty-seven vincent was on a mission to find a dappled grey gypsy vanner gelding, something small, but powerful. Once he found the right one and tried it and had it vetted and it passed he was back teaching. He left the alcohol, hadn't touched it since. He started riding again building his confidence back up. Once he was confident enough he brought another horse, a chestnut Akhal-Teke mare, she made him happy. She was goofy and always looking to please, on this mare he took lessons in arena hunting. Learning how to make his horse look good, grooming her and plaiting her on the regular, clipping and trimming. He became able to teach in that discipline also.
He then started to compete again at the age of twenty-seven, spending most weekends competing both his lovely steeds in dressage and in arena hunting. He then decided he wanted to help more people. At the age of thirty he decided to apply for an instructing job at a riding academy, hoping to show off his skills and teach people knew ones.