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General Info: Name: Mathias Blackwood Nicknames/Alias's: Mr. Blackwood, Mat Age: 53 Years Height: 6'1 Eye Color: Dark Brown Hair Color: Black Physical Appearance: A tall, well built man used to the days of working on the farm. His black hair is starting to gray, kept short out of his nearly black eyes, a beard growing in. When the odd time his hair is grown out, it curls. Mathias is typically seen with a Sindow of some kind, typically with his personal favorites or trainees. A silver pocket watch is kept in his back pocket, his attire normally his casual riding gear. General Attitude: Mathias is a quiet man, with a secret spot for small and

General Info: Name: Joseph Harding Nicknames/Alias's: Joe, Harding Age: 30 Years Height: 5'10" Eye Color: Hazel Hair Color: Brown Physical Appearance: General Attitude: Backstory: Joe has been working at BPS for nearly two years now. A full time, live on stable hand in a room above the stables near the offices. He's tasked with training with Mathias and often goes riding with Arietta. He's one of the only people that Sethos will put up with for short bursts of time. Joe often thinks it's Arietta's doing, but he's no proof with that sindows snappy behavior. Career Info: Alignment: Neutral Good Career: Trainer Career Points: 0 Level: Novic

BPS Blackwood Family :: BPS Chimera in the Midst, BPS Esarosa, BPS Domino Effect Jason Rainier Northeastern Pennsylvania, USA A frost had dusted the ground that morning, glittering across the field in the afternoon sun. The air was crisp without the normal wind, stablehands moving from blankets and feed around. The group had traveled to a new stables that was still open regardless of the cool weather, handlers in jackets and pants. The turn out around the bend was filled with three sindows, a group not typically let out together. The trailer ride had been interesting to say the least. Chime was whistling and hooting at his handler across

Arietta Blackwood || BPS Alistryn Evalyn Lucia Washington, DC, USA Arietta had dragged herself to the Lucia stables again for her next appointment. It was early, much more early than last time. Yet there were people walking around, white styrofoam cups letting the heedy smell of coffee drift past her as she made her way to the stables. She could go for a cup of coffee, but was excited to get the day started. She entered the stables through a door at the front, the stone floor echoing footsteps and low grunts from stalls full of sindows. It was heated indoors, but kept at a comfortable temperature that even with her vest she wasn't over hea

Arietta Blackwood || BPS Alistryn Hayley Lucia Washington, DC, USA The day was moving along quietly, almost too peacefully compared to the previous days training. Sethos had been unloaded first, squawking and complaining the entire way from the trailer to the stables. New and shiny stables, looking to be almost built specifically for visiting guests of a high status. Fresh paint and newly planted shrubs and flowers, everything was light and high class. Different from the shifty dark estate Arietta had just been at. Arietta had dressed for the occassion, trying to at least look the part. She was bruised beneath the white blouse and slacks

Arietta Blackwood || BPS Sethos Drake Mellavesa Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA Sethos was looming over his handler's shoulder, the grass beneath his paws worn down on the beaten ring. The field was used a lot it looked like, cleared of anyone besides four figures. His handler was quiet, dark eyes watching the approaching figure and sindow. Sethos was already annoyed at having to be locked away in the trailer for hours on end with Alistryn, only to be unloaded, fixed up, and led out to the middle of nowhere. He wasn't getting away with anything at the moment, Arietta's hand fixed tightly to his reins giving him no room to pull his usual pra

Arietta Blackwood || BPS Sethos Veronica Blackwood || Toxic to Love The thundering of paws pounded against the walls on either side of them, creating a drumming that both sindow and rider were certain would call unwanted attention. Arietta crouched low over the back of the vibrant green sindow beneath her, dark eyes locked forward towards their next move. They'd settled into a decent pace, the only thing slowing them down the sharp corners that they were getting more and more comfortable with. And the occasional sindow and handler that would appear from almost nowhere at times trying to play dirty and trip them up. The next corner was appro

Veronica Blackwood || Toxic to Love The alley was dark and damp, puddles linning the edges of the pavement were the ground had frost heaved. The sindow and handler that stepped up beside Veronica and Love readily began harassing them. The handler throwing snide comments, the sindow nipping at Love's shoulders and trying to tug at her halter. Love was trying to side step away, Veronica putting a hand on the brick wall to her right and glaring at the other handler to their left. The other woman smirked and laughed, the sindow reaching for Love one more time to pull at her dark fur. Love squealed in protest at seeing the incoming sindow just a

Arietta Blackwood || BPS Sethos The racing party had moved from gathering at the fields to the city, leaving most of the onlookers to find their own spots along rooftops or balcony's. Sethos had been fitted with his street gear, plain black tack with no decorations. His handler matched him, wearing black clothes and boots. Her father had warned her about the dangers of street racing, that their first couple of races wouldn't be anything special. It should be used to learn the trade and tricks, so much different than her usual shows. Sethos hadn't wanted to pull away from Love or Veronica, but the four of them had to split into pairs. They wo

Arietta Blackwood || BPS Sethos Veronica Blackwood || Toxic to Love The truck had pulled up to the field as the sun had long since set, parking along with the others. Heads turned, human and sindow alike, to watch as two figures jumped from the driver and passenger side. Doors shut with an audible click, the place almost eerily quiet for what was going to happen. Arietta was more distracted than her mother, who went to work in unloading their cargo from the trailer. The place was dark, groups of people gathered around sindows and passing money in the low light. Betting? Not to mention everyone was dressed in black or equally dark clothes.