Jill MILEY West

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Jill West

Full name: Jill Miley West
Nicknames: Jill, Miles
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Nationality: American

Hair: Brown
Eyes: Chocolate Brown
Height: 5'10''
Weight: 128 lbs.
Build: Lean, well muscled, skinny
Extra;; has claw mark on left shoulder. Big scar just above right knee. Uses a cane at times to help her walk. She also has a limp.

General likes:
- Being Alone
- Chocolate
- Shooting Guns [Relieves Stress]
- Horses
- Riding
- Rain
- Tattoos [Click >> ] Main Tat
- Barrel Racing
General dislikes:
- Lots of People
- Love
- Mushy Books, Movies etc
- Romantics
- Annoying People
- Relentless Guys
- Shopping
- High Maintenance Girls
Fears:
- Falling In Love
- Losing A Loved One
- Meeting THAT guy again [Her Attacker]
Personality: {In 1st Person]
Grumpy. Feisty. Easily Angered. Love Shy. The list could go on and on when it comes to my personality. I'm grumpy. A lot. It's a main character trait that I rather enjoy to say the least. It keeps people away from me and that's what I want. Unless there is someone who is relentless and won't give up. Relentless. That's a trait I hate in guys... and girls. Yes, I'm easily angered. Nothing wrong with that. People call me a cobra just waiting to strike, it's true. I won't deny it. Am I love shy? Yes if you call be loved my someone all through middle and high school then you find out he has been cheating on you half the time. Then he breaks up with while his girlfriend is there.

Yeah, I guess you could call me love shy. Ah, love. I HATE that word and I NEVER want to hear it again. NEVER! Lets see. I love chocolate and horses, of course. My fave riding event is barrel racing. I guess you could say my horse and I are pretty good at it. -Grins- I also like rain, it's calming and helps me sleep. Another thing I like is shooting guns. Not at people, at targets mind you. It relieves stress, something I have too much of at times. Now to my hate list. I hate shopping, it's boring! I hate high maintenance girls. They get off their a$$ and do it their selves like everyone else!

I also hate being in a room full of people. Which means no parties for me! Which is fine because I hate parties anyway. Too many people making nervous and when you add alcohol to the list.....well you know. Anyways, I hate mushy books, movies etc. They're boring and all they make you do is cry. No sense in crying over something that didn't even happen in real life. I also hate romantics. I just want to tell them to grow up! No Prince charming is coming to save you on a white horse anytime soon! No sirree! Lastly, I hate annoying people. It just bugs me to death how annoying they are. You know what I mean, I know you do.

History:
BABY
--- Jill Miley West was born on October 31st in a hospital somewhere in Lexington, Kentucky. Her parents were Jamie and Max West. Both were owners of a huge cattle and horse ranch.

TODDLER
--- At the age of six Jill got her first pony and her parents taught her how to ride. They were so happy that she had a natural seat. Jill grew to the age of ten and had become quite an accomplished rider since she had only been riding for four years. Her parents bought her a horse and she entered many horse shows. At the age of 12 she found out about barrel racing and fell in love with it.

TEEN
--- At age 13 Jill's life changed forever. One day she was riding down a gravel road when a man pulls up beside her. He pulls her into his car and speeds off into the forest on a barely visible dirt trail. Luckily her horse follows. At the kidnappers home she receives a screw driver in her right leg, just above her knee. Plus she gets a claw mark on her left shoulder from his mountain lion. After all the fighting Jill manages to knock the man unconscious. She pulls herself on her horse and they run off. Later On Jill gets 500 stitches for her shoulder and 30 for her leg. A year later after all the physical therapy her shoulder is able to be used again and she has to use a cane to help her walk. [She doesn't use it often though]

NOW
--- Jill is 22 years old and she has moved to Westin, Arizona. She is currently looking for a job as a horse trainer or exerciser, whatever works. Maybe she will get lucky. Maybe not. It all depends on fate and destiny.


Roleplay sample:
[Taken from HSR] (Not Stolen, I play Jill West on HSR)

Dust. Heat. Dry. Sun. That was all she could see where ever she was. The Brown haired girl let out a quiet moan. She couldn't make it go any higher because her throat was so dry. The girl was Jill West. The western cowgirl lost in the outback. All alone expect for her trusty horse, Flash. Man, that could be TV series. Jill squeezed her eyes shut as a jolt of pain shot up her leg from her knee and spread through her body. God, she hurt so bad. She was so hungry and thirsty. She felt like she was going to die. Death. That was a scary thought. Just that word brought a little bit of new strength.

Jill sat up and grimaced from the pain. She patted the palomino's neck. We can do this boy. She whispered. Jill sat straighter in the saddle and clucked to her gelding. He gave a snort and went into a slow lope. He was in just as bad of shape as he rider. But he would keep on trying. Just for Jill. The pair covered quite a bit of ground but no matter what direction they went everything looked the same. Jill rolled her eyes and shoved the tan cowboy hat farther on her head. Her eyes widened when a wave of dizziness washed over her. She frowned but kept going. Right when a man on a horse came into view another dizzy spell hit her.

Flash sensed something was wrong so he slowed down. Jill squinted at the shadow. Was someone there?! Or was it just a mirage? Probably a mirage. The pair moved closer, now at a trot. Jill pulled her feet slowly out of the stirrups. If she fainted and began to fall she didn't want to be drag. Right after this thought crossed her mind she fainted. Flash stopped suddenly and she fell off onto the dirt. A small cloud of dust came up from the ground and then disappeared.

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