Post by Coy Bentley on Jun 5, 2012 21:11:24 GMT -6
COYBOBBIBENTLEY
Shine a light through an open door
Full Name>>Coy Bobbi Bentley
Nicknames>>N/A
Age>> November 5th;; 30
Staff or Student>>Staff;; Owner of Academy
House>> Brown Ribbon Apartments
Gender>> Male
Sexuality>> Heterosexual
Play By>> Clay Walker
Alias>> Rissa
Turn away 'cause I need you more
Personality>> Coy is a very easy person to get along with. He is a conversationalist, and knows how to convert people over to his ideas. Coy is not a deceiving person, nor does he like to take advantage of people. He works a lot, and doesn't "waste" his time on drinking or smoking hazardous products.
When Coy is not busy working, you can find him in a park with his dog, or perhaps taking photographs. He might even be working on an easel in the living room.
Likes>> Education, Talking, Painting, Walking His Dog, Women
Dislikes>> Smoking, Drinking, Watching T.V, Tattoos, Fish
Fears>> Homophobia, His Dog Dying
Hopes>> Make BRRA Most Successful School, Get Married
Secrets>>Has been paid to paint a portrait of an attractive nude woman
It’s the way I’m feeling I just can’t deny
Appearance>>Coy is a rather slim, but muscular man. He is averagely toned, nothing special or out of the ordinary. He has jet black hair, that is usually covered by a hat. Though this man seems to be a genuine cowboy, look again. His deep brown eyes can tell you otherwise, and his rough lips will throw out an accent that is offset to his appearance.
Coy is a gentleman of sorts, or at least he tries to be. He is always clean and well kept. There are some days he might have a five o'clock shadow, but he tries to keep his appearance slick.
Markings>> None
But I’ve gotta let it go
Medical History>> None
Criminal History>> None
Full History>> In Cincinnati, Ohio a Lexus rushed up to the hospital doors with a woman in labor. She was due to give birth to a baby boy on September 12th. His name was Coy Bobbi Bentley, a lawyer's son.
Coy went to a private school living in a suburb on the outskirts of Cincinnati. His father was running a huge law firm, and strangely, the name Bentley wasn't well liked in the area. The yard of the nice brick home was often covered in rolls of white toilet paper. Chalk messages were left on the driveway with crude insults. It wasn't exactly the most welcoming home coming present, especially since Coy always had to clean it up. When he was six, he asked his father why people never did that to the other houses. The man, Steven A. Bentley, scowled at his son 'Because they are jealous.'
Upon turning 14, Coy begged his parents to go to a public school. It was free, and there were a lot more kids, which meant a lot more friends.... sort of. With his mother's help, Coy convinced his father to let him finish high school at Green Gabel ISD. It wasn't however, the welcoming he imagined to receive. The slick black Lexus dropped him off in front of the high school building. Coy stepped out in shined shoes, slacks, and a collared shirt. The other boys his age all wore jeans or shorts. One of them approached, 'Who are you?'
'Coy Bentley.'
'Hey! Is Steven Ass Bentley your dad?'
Coy frowned, 'Yes. And his middle his name is-' the boy fell to the ground as a fist planted into his nose.
'Your daddy threw my papa into prison!' the boy yelled.
Coy quickly found out his family wasn't liked in the area. Which, was confusing because her father always told him that the last name Bentley was a highly respected status. Coy became a rather depressed teenager, and the only thing that would lift his spirits, was art class. His teacher quickly saw the talent the young man had, and took him under his wing. Coy entered art contests for drawing, painting, and photography, and he usually placed in every event, never getting lower than fourth. Going into college, Coy became a visual arts major, despite his father's protest. He graduated at twenty one, and went to work at a high school teaching art.
After two years, the man realized his heart wasn't in it anymore. He quit, and started his own business of personal paintings and photography. By the time he was twenty-four, Coy had painted several pieces that were purchased by celebrities, and paid a pretty penny. His name became infamous among designers and fashionists. But, the man still wasn't satisfied. There was a part of him that not even he had discovered. He adopted a hound from a humane society, never owning a pet before in his life. He traded in the Prius he drove for Chevrolet pick-up, just to get a taste of a different lifestyle. It was then, that he was driving down a highway in Kentucky, when he noticed a billboard of a riding school for sale. Horses? He had never been within ten feet of one. Curiosity killed the cat so to speak, and Coy found himself in an office with Mr. and Ms. Clarkson, finalizing a deal on something he knew absolutely nothing about. But he was assured that people like Cara Kitchi and Katherine Carr could help him out on everything he needed to know.
We found love in a hopeless place
Pet Name>>Blue
Registered Name>> N/A
Age>> 5
Species>> Canine
Breed>>Blue-tick Coonhound
Registry>>N/A
Personality>> Lazy, Quiet, Friendly, Obedient, Loyal
History>> Blue was bred to hunt as a puppy. He was kept in a kennel with his litter mates, but was never fed enough. When he was three, the police were called in to investigate skinny and malnourished dogs. All of the hounds were confinscated and taken to a shelter. Blue sat in another kennel, for six months. The shelter was worried that he wouldn't get adopted. He wasn't a very sociable dog and would need a lot of work.
Then, Coy stepped into the picture. He explained he had never owned a pet, but Blue had really caught his eye online. The volunteer was worried that the hound would never be able to settle into a new home quickly. So, for six months, Coy came to the shelter everyday. He started off sitting with Blue for an hour, until the dog started to approach him. By the third month, Blue would bark when he saw Coy, and showed interaction with the man. Coy took the hound for small walks around the shelter, getting him used to the idea of open space and a leash. A professional dog trainer even stepped into the picture, and the last three months, Blue was taught basic commands, such as stay, sit, come, lay, and heel.
For two years now, the hound has rarely left Coy's side. His leather collar has his name engraved, and he has taken a liking to the passenger seat.
Appearance>> HERE
