Post by Curtis Doyle on Sept 17, 2009 18:15:38 GMT -6
Name: Curtis Doyle
Nicknames: Curtis
Age: 24
Gender: male
Heritage/Race: Caucasian
Job Position: Rancher
Physical Description: Curtis isn't exactly the tallest guy on the earth, but he's definitely not the sort of guy you'd want to mess with. He has a rather sturdy broad shouldered build and he could hold his own in a fight without a problem. He has dark brown hair and brown eyes, and is usually a little bit scruffy or else clean shaven. Normally he's pretty dark skinned from working in the sun all day, though in the winter, like everyone else, he looks just as pale as the rest of them.
Personality: Curtis is quite well known for his smile. Even though he's a hard working man who's lived off the land and broken his back just to make a buck, he always seems capable of looking on the bright side. He's a good friend and a willing partner, and always does his share of the work. A rather light hearted person, he finds it easy to laugh at himself, but when the need calls for it he knows when to be serious. He has absolutely no problem with voicing his opinion, and if people don't like it... they can go to hell. He normally gets along with everyone but occasionally there will come along one person that he just can't seem to see eye to eye with, but only once in a very long while would that ever happen. He knows his opinions and is as stubborn as a mule when it comes to them. Once he's got his mind set on something, good luck changing it.
Past: Curtis was a Montana born and raised guy. He'd always loved the state, and probably always would. From the day he was old enough to walk he was helping his dad out on the ranch, and he absolutely loved it. Manual labor was something he definitely enjoyed, even as a little kid. Of course, as he got older he got much more independent, and as he got more independent he got more responsibilities on the ranch to keep him busy and out of trouble. When he was 15, his parents gave him his first horse of his own. Her name was Shenandoah, called Shanon for short. She was young, only three years old, but very willing, and Curtis got to finish her training, which his father had always said was the one true way to make a horse your own, because then they were sort of personalized to how you wanted them to be.
When he was 18 his mother died from pneumonia, and only a year later his dad followed in her footsteps, leaving the cattle, horses, dogs, and the rest of the ranch to Curtis. Of course, being only 19 and having the ranch under his complete control wasn't exactly easy considering he was now sort of pinned down and couldn't do all the things he wanted to do, but he managed. Between him, Kirby, and Shanon, they were pretty good at working the cattle. Of course, he had to hire extra help during branding season, but what rancher didn't? It was a big job, but one that he was perfectly capable of handling. Whispering Springs had always been his home, and probably always would be. Like they say, once a Montana man, always a Montana man.
Horses/Pets:shanon -quarter horse-eleven Kirby -blue heeler-three
P.S
This is Jess too
