Post by Blair Anne Lockman on Aug 5, 2012 18:58:54 GMT -6
``This is the part of me
Full Name:: Blair Anne Lockman
Alternate or Nicknames:: None.
Birthday:: January, 2nd, 1982
Hometown:: Houston, TX
Age:: Thirty
Ethnic Background:: Caucasion, German, Irish
Marks:: Ears pierced
``That you’re never gonna ever take away from me
Personality:: Blair is a rather quiet person. She is not shy, and she is not scared of people, she just doesn't have much to say to them. She can come off as standoffish, and almost rude at first. She doesn't mean to be, but she has never had anyone to really love or trust. But if someone would take the time to really get to know her, they would find a diamond under all of the dust.
The blonde does not have a temper. She resorts to alcohol, or crying when she is upset. She is not violent at all, not even verbally, with any kind of insults.
Likes:: Horses, Nature, Quietness, Men, Red Wine, Brownies
Dislikes:: Any kind of violence, tattoos, storms, the cold, orange juice, roses
Dreams:: make something of herself, find true love
Secrets:: is a recovering alcoholic
Eye Color:: Bright icy blue
Hair Color:: Light blonde
Height and Weight:: 5'5", 120 pounds.
Appearance:: Blair is a lanky woman. She isn't super skinny, but she doesn't have much too offer just the same. She wears fake tan lotion, and dyes her hair a lighter shade of blonde. Her natural color has more of a reddish tint.
Blair usually wears tight fighting, stretchy jeans and a pair of rhinestone sandals, unless she is with her horse, and she had on her cowboy boots. Her shirts are usually seen as rather slutty, wearing a bold tank top, or a low cut tee with a little bit of her mid-drift showing off her small belly button.
Her complexion is clear and soft, the German coming out in her, though her family has been in America for at least four generations. She plucks her eye brows and always wears make-up.
Blank n White Now:: Blair was born on a cold winter's night in January at a hospital in Houston, TX. She was the fifth and youngest child in her family, her mother, Teresa Smith, was already almost forty when she had her. Her father, Louis Lockman, was in his late fifties and worked on oil rigs. He was gone for a days at a time on work jobs, and there was a rumor going around the suburb of the large city that Teresa was running around on him. Though they were married, she had never changed her last name over to be a 'Lockman'. Blair never understood it, until she turned fifteen, and she would have given anything to have never met the man she called her father.
The blonde rode a neighbor's stubborn old nag for lease, $10 a month. She loved that stupid horse, even though she knew little about riding, and he almost killed her once or twice, by running her through a tree and if she hadn't of fallen off, a branch would have surely got her. And another time when she wanted to take him to a horse show, and he practically squashed her in the trailer. But apart from that, they did have some sort of bond, and Blair would spend countless hours at night lying down beside him in the pasture. Those nights were usually when her father was in one his drunken rages, mainly after Teresa ran away with two of the children, the two youngest, other than the blonde. Blair never knew why she was left to suffer with her older brother. He turned eighteen, and landed himself in jail for possession of illegal drugs. He died from an overdose when the blonde was sixteen.
It was only her and Louis in the house, and she hated it. She didn't have any friends in school, and her grades were failing miserably. She swore she would run away when she turned eighteen, and that was exactly what she did. She fixed the old Chevy truck that had been sitting in the yard with waist high grass around it, working on it when Louis was gone. He going crazy anyway, everyone blamed it on his old age, and the alcohol. He didn't even know she was gone, until a few days after she actually left. As much as she loved that gelding, she knew she couldn't stay either, and left him behind as well. She wound up in Dallas, her truck breaking down. Desperate for money, she got a job at a bowling alley close by, working in the concession stand for less than minimum wage, and getting paid in cash, under the table, you could say. But when the blonde got enough money saved up, she got her truck fixed and fled the state entirely, making her way to Colorado.
In roughly ten years, the woman has been in and out of small towns, drunken bars, and sticky situations. She rescued a horse from an old farmer who could no longer afford the skinny animal. And the mare was enough to drive Blair into her own self therapy, where she sobered up a lot, compared to what she was, and she once again fled town, landing herself a job in White Bison as a waitress at Papa's Pizzeria. And her horse is boarded at the wonderful equestrian center. But she is only barely making it by, and one slip up could cost her, not only her house, but the means of keeping her horse as well.
``Throw your sticks and your stones
Occupation:: Waitress
Housing:: Riverside Apartments
Playby:: Gwyneth Paltrow
``But you're not gonna break my soul
Alias:: ``Kris
Experience:: Going on roughly nine years now.
