Post by nora on Jul 30, 2012 10:01:35 GMT -6
NOREEN AENGUS DERMOTT
Shine a light through an open door
Full Name>> Noreen Aengus Dermott
Nicknames>> Nora
Age>> January 28, 1966 (46)
Staff or Student>> Staff--Equine Nutrition/Health Instructor
House>> Brown Ribbon
Gender>> Female
Sexuality>> Heterosexual
Play By>> Andrea Berg
Alias>> Stern (I'm too lazy to think of some cutesy complaint this time)
Turn away 'cause I need you more
Personality>> Noreen is a rather quiet, although alert person. The main center of her personality is the way it is due to her history. She was betrayed one too many times, and now she is afraid to trust anyone. She seems to be rather stuffy at times, because of her inability to talk about herself. However, she is really friendly whenever the conversation turns away from herself and to things she really enjoys. Those things include swimming and horses, although she doesn't ride as much as she used to. Instead, she prefers ground work. She can seem rather judgmental at times, because she tends to take one glance at someone and categorize them. It is something she learned from working with horse judges, and it has become such a habit, she doesn't even try to stop it most of the time.
Likes>>
♒ Horses
♒ Birds
♒ Swimming
♒ Shows
♒ The ocean
♒ Draft Horses
Dislikes>>
♒ Dogs
♒ Cats
♒ Dreamers
♒ Being talked over
♒ Being pestered about something
♒ Being lied to or betrayed
♒ Sport horses, warmbloods
Fears>>
♒ Losing her horse
♒ Loving and losing someone again
Hopes>>
♒ Find a place to call home
♒ Learn to live again
Secrets>>
♒ She was going to be married, but it never happened.
It’s the way I’m feeling I just can’t deny
Appearance>> Noreen stands at about 5'6", just about average. She isn't super skinny, but she's not fat either, just rounded out enough. She has shining red locks, which, although they are dyed, fit her face and seem natural, in a way. She has chocolate brown eyes and pale, but clear skin. She tends to wear soft, neat clothing, but nothing over the top. Around her neck there hangs a silver chain, usually without any ornament. She never wears rings, and usually on her feet there are to be found simple sandals or boots. She doesn't like wearing tennis shoes, because it is too hard to find shoes that fit properly.
Markings>> Ear piercings, scar along the palm of her right hand
But I’ve gotta let it go
Medical History>> Broke her arm when she was seven, broke arm and collarbone when she was fifteen, had a rather bad concussion when she was seventeen.
Criminal History>> N/A
Full History>>Noreen was born in Ireland, a smaller village close to Dublin, to be exact. She was always daddy’s girl, a little thing that would sit on her father’s knee and tell him about her big plans. He always supported her, no matter how unrealistic the goal, or how far-fetched the dream. Every night, before he tucked her into bed, he would promise her that he would love her forever and ever. Years passed, and Noreen made it through life as a slightly spoiled, but otherwise happy and friendly girl.
Her charmed life went on until she was fourteen. A long-term affair came to light, her father had been cheating on her mother for more than six years at the time. When the truth came to light, Noreen’s father left their family and moved across the country. Noreen couldn’t understand why he had broken his promise to her. He never wrote her, and she lost all contact to him.
By the time her mother had found a new man to marry, Noreen was over missing her father. She looked forward to moving in with her step-father and joining his family, which included two new siblings. They owned a riding stable, and Noreen proved to be a natural at jumping. She enjoyed the sport, and quickly progressed to showing on the farm’s horses along with her older stepsister. Once, while practicing jumping, one of the horses spooked and unseated her, sending her crashing against the homemade jump and breaking her arm and collarbone. She wasn’t able to ride for almost three months, and even then, she didn’t get to do shows. Because of that, her stepfather started teaching her the basics of halter showing.
Noreen loved the simpler sport, although as soon as she could, she started jumping again. However, it was halter class where she spent the most time improving in, and as her stepfather bought her her own horse, and they dominated the local competitions.
Because of how well she did, despite her young age, she came to the notice of a large breeding and show stable. They asked her to show their horses for them, and she agreed, thinking the money would be able to help her family. She was given a few horses to show, and did as well as could be expected. At one fateful show, when she was showing a particularly skittish Irish Sport Horse stallion.
At the show, while she was in the ring, a truck backfired. The stallion she was showing, already hotheaded and skittish because of the show, freaked out. He tore free of her grip, ripping open her palm and sending her falling to the ground, and reared up. As he bolted, one hoof managed to glance off of her head, knocking Nora unconscious and sprinting away. Almost everyone rushed to Nora’s aid, except the vet on premises, who followed the stud instead.
Noreen got away with slight amnesia and a rather bad headache, but over the course of six months, she slowly got better. She didn’t go back to showing or working with horses, though, for over five years. During that time, she went back to school and earned her teaching credential. She only got back into the horse world because her stepfather fell ill, and she needed to step in and take care of the horses, because her mother didn’t know much about them, and her stepsiblings had made lives for themselves all across the globe. It was during this time that she started studying equine nutrition and health, to take the best care possible of the horses.
For three years, that went on. She took care of the stables while her stepfather’s condition grew worse and worse. In the end, he passed away, and left Noreen with a stable, a devastated mother, and two siblings that would have left their places to come help her. She was glad of their offers, but told them to stay where they were, live their lives. She took care of the farm, but slowly started noticing that she couldn’t take care of it. She listed it for sale, and a few people came and took a look.
One of these people was the rather handsome, wealthy Stephen McConrad. He came to the farm, and Noreen knew there was no competition. He bought the farm for a large, almost too large sum, but allowed Noreen and her mother to continue living there for free. Over the course of five years, Noreen and Stephen fell in love, or at least seemed to. By the time Stephen finally asked the question, Noreen was more than ready to say yes. They spent two years planning the wedding, first putting it off due to the passing of Noreen’s mother, and then planning full steam ahead. It was during this time Stephen seemed to pull back ever so slightly.
The night before the wedding, Noreen came home early and found Stephen in bed with another woman. She packed her bags silently, assaulted by the sounds coming from the other room, and left, leaving only a note on the kitchen table, ‘Don’t expect to see me again.’ She moved halfway across the world, to America, and started studying teaching and equine nutrition.
After many years of bouncing from stable to stable, helping out and then getting sent on her way, she found out about Blue Ridge. She didn’t apply the first time she read about it, because she was currently in a good position. She had bought her own horse, a Clydesdale mare, and was happy... For a while. When she got sent on her way again, she remembered Blue Ridge, and, on a whim, she applied for a job. To her surprise, she was actually accepted, and so she made her way to Kentucky with her mare in tow.
We found love in a hopeless place
