Welcome to Choteau, Montana, in 2018. What was once only a small city focused on fossils, has now started to turn into an equestrian mecca. Everyone still knows everyone, so the question remains, what will you become?
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Age: 26Gender: Male Online: Jun 22, 2018 13:00:32 GMT
Alias: ValkyrjaStable: CMFMoney: $ Posts 14
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Frederick C. Rees
Male
Twenty-six
Demisexual, bi-romantic
American
Astier Nicolas
Played by Valkyrja?!
Appearance
Standing at 1.80m and weighing roughly 70kg, Frederick still somehow maintains an almost boyishly lanky appearance. His dark hair seems to be perpetually ruffled, at least when he isn't sporting some epic helmet hair, and he's got a habit of having a bit of a five o'clock shadow because shaving is easy to forget when you're busy. His fashion style tends to extend to 'practical around horses' and 'comfortable', but occasionally (mostly for trot ups) he's been known to dress up and wow the crowd. Even when not around horses he tends to dally about in worn jeans, barefoot if he's got a choice and a random t-shirt.
He's got a handful of scars, most remnants of a childhood spent running around the fields and woods when he wasn't around ponies or on his hands/arms, where he scraped and cut his skin more than once when lead ropes were yanked away, fences or walls too close and whatnot. More significant are the two surgical scars along his collar bones, remnants of a bad fall a couple years ago, and the Omnipod insulin pump generally attached somewhere to his stomach, though occasionally elsewhere.
Often, Woffles the Second is also around him somewhere; a spayed Dalmatian, she's a loyal friend both at home and at the yard.
Personality
It's easy to mistake Frederick for shy: he's a rather understated kind of fellow, typically quiet and observant. He likes to know what he gets involved with before he's actually involved. Part of that is convenience, or rather avoiding inconvenience, and part of it is that perhaps he's not that extroverted regardless. He'll never be the life of the party, but he's plenty happy being at the party, so to say. After a few glasses of alcohol things change a little, but he's not the kind of person to end up in the limelight, not in social settings.
The almost shy appearance hides a persistent, loyal person, honest to a fault sometimes. Though he doesn't flaunt it often, he's a pretty proud person, certainly of the things he has achieved, because he had to work for them, and he had to work for them damn hard. And though he's sometimes a bit too honest, a bit too bold with his opinions, he's also a rather mature and responsible person, who doesn't often stray away from his own morals and his own goals.
Given that he's also fairly ambitious, even with (in his own words) minor impediments such as the diabetes, he's become a rather mature, responsible person. He's alert not just about changes in or to himself, but also around him. And though he's sometimes a little clumsy about showing it, he's a rather kind and caring fellow... It just takes a little time for him to realize that, and show it.
History
Born to a former Olympic skier and his wife, a deaf socialite and tennis star, it seemed like Frederick was set from the moment he was born. He definitely has a family that understands both the allure and the pressure of top sport. Though he didn't quite start at that: he was a pretty quiet kid, though it didn't take his parents long to cotton to the fact that the little genetic defect that had robbed Ellen of her hearing seemed to have passed on to Frederick, though little Freddy could still hear. Just not as well, without aids. And really, with a bit more attention at school, it wasn't (much of) a hindrance to him.
As a kid he was rather active and curious, trying out about a dozen different sports, much to the annoyance of his parents (they had hoped he'd follow in one of their footsteps, but no luck) until he finally lost his heart to equestrianism. It took a lot of promises and puppy eyes to convince his parents to let him pursue it, because they didn't quite get what was so exhilerating for him about riding ponies. But they gave in, and drove him to shows in the weekend, and funded lessons and whatnot, so he counted it a win. Of course, it also included taking tennis lessons, and skiing lessons and piano lessons (not a success, by the way).
For two years he successfully balanced all that, along with school and after-school get-togethers with friends. At first it wasn't strange he drank a lot (and consequently peed a lot), and was often hungry, and tired, but strangely kept losing weight. But when it persisted, and he started having trouble waking up and keeping food down, a doctor's visit was in order. Sadly, the doctor didn't have exactly good news - but hey, you can grow old with diabetes type 1, you just need to be... Responsible. And mature.
It was a bit hit-and-miss in the beginning. Frederick wasn't a big fan of needles, and being careful, and much preferred being out at the yard, playing around with his trusty gelding. Of course, after the third time he fainted, things had to change. It wasn't easy, but the whole family helped, and once he managed to not-faint for four weeks, he was cleared to ride and jump and cross again. And he was good at it, quickly rising through the ranks, outgrowing the skills of his pony. His parents obliged by buying him a bigger horse, a little green still, but it worked for him.
Slowly, other commitments fell to the wayside as Frederick applied himself to the sport of eventing, winning regional and state championships and making the junior team. Though there was, likely, a real chance for him to grow there, he declined that chance, instead relocating to Europe when he was 18. With more shows and different trainers, he and his horse finally became a real team and made it to 3 and 4 star level, loving the thrill even if his parents didn't.
Statistics don't lie, after all, and Frederick has had his fair share of falls and injuries, both of horse and himself. However, the worst he's suffered over the years were sprains and bruises and a couple of concussions, but they were enough for his parents to invest his college funds elsewhere. It was clear at this point that he wasn't going to pursue another career, but they wanted him to have something to fall back on.
Being given a mostly functional horse farm as a 'retirement gift' from his parents was a hell of of a surprise, and one he is still trying to pay off. He's not quite certain when he'll retire (breaking both collar bones in a bad fall midway last season understandably put a stop to the rest of his season) but he doesn't want to live off of his parents' charity, which is only part of the reason he continued the farm's existence as a boarding facility. He also has a handful of other plans that he may bring to fruition - offering it up as a staging point to a better life, following in his mother's footsteps where it comes to charity and improving the world one life at a time, but also maybe trying to breed a few horses. He's definitely not done with eventing yet, though.
Welcome to Choteau, Montana, in 2018. What was once only a small city focused on fossils, has now started to turn into an equestrian mecca. Everyone still knows everyone, so the question remains, what will you become? 
