Post by Mason Holt on Oct 13, 2012 5:59:09 GMT -5
NICKNAME • "Mase" rarely prefers to be called anything, but Mason.
AGE/BIRTHDAY • Soon to be 23. December 1st, 1998.
ZODIAC • Sagittarius
PLACE OF BIRTH • Warwick, Rhode Island
ETHNICITY/NATIONALITY • German
HEIGHT/WEIGHT • 5' 6 / 118lbs.
SEXUALITY • Adventurous
FAMILY • Mother and Father. No siblings.
RELATIONSHIPS • Single
EDUCATION • High School, Bachelor Degree in Veterinary Medicine at Cornell University, New York.
RELIGION • None.
LANGUAGES SPOKEN • English, Dabbled in French.
ECONOMIC STATUS • Upper Class
CRIMINAL RECORD • Besides unpaid speeding tickets nothing.
OCCUPATION • Entrepreneur and manager of Paradox Performance Horses.
PETS • PPH Bangerrang | PPH High Times
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS • None.
LIFETIME ASPIRATION • The Jockey.
TRAITS • Equestrian, Discipline, Exciteable, Charismatic, Loves the Outdoors.
FAVORITE FOOD • Sushi
FAVORITE COLOR • Aqua
FAVORITE MUSIC • Classical
HOBBIES • Piano as well as sculpting.
STRENGTHS • Medicine and Riding.
WEAKNESSES • Manual Labor
FUN FACT • Mason adores unique coat markings on animals.
PET PEEVES • When people are closed minded.
FAVORITE HANGOUTS • The lounge area in the barn.
Mason grew up around horses. From the time she was walking there where always the massive impressive creatures around. Her parents spent practically half of their entire lives in or around the barn. As an only child Mason was spoiled rotten as an infant. Given basically anything she could want. When she was about four or five her parents bought her a squatty little splotched shetland pony gelding named Joey. He was the first horse Mason ever loved, and one she cherished more than others. Joey carried Mason gently through her first years in the equine business. He was quite an old pony when he retired for a flashier thoroughbred replacement who was younger, and more experienced. Joey died quietly in his stall when he was twenty six years old. Mason can't ever remember crying so much as when Joey died. Of course a few days later she had reset her focus on her new mount affectionately called Ribbon, rather then his lengthy show name TRT Curled Christmas Ribbon. He was a deep black thoroughbred with just a dab of white on his forehead. Even his eyes where a deep black, and he was a horse straight out of hell. He would work like a god one day, and the next throw nothing but kicks for the entire training session. Her parents said it was just his young energy pent up, and that Mason wasn't working him enough. So they began to lease him out to riders in the barn seeking a spunkier mount. Of course when Mason wanted to work with him she was given priority, but overtime an older man who had been riding Ribbon asked to buy him. Upon this news Mason was around the age of sixteen, and was slowly falling out of touch with her hooved friends. Spending less time at the barn, and more time into school as well as friends. Her father presented her with the sale of her thoroughbred for a good sum of money that she could have. Really though Mason had put in a good amount of work on Ribbon. Not to mention blood, sweat, and tears. So Mason agreed, and Ribbon was sold. At this point Mason decided she didn't want another horse, and the matter was put to rest.
Fast forward to graduation day. Once out of High School Mason sort of moped around for awhile. Not an ounce of desire to work or go to school. Then one day when fall was just settling in her Mother approached her. Mason's Mom proposed they go to an auction just an hour or so away. Since Mason could find no reason to escape going she agreed. It was in the white fenced auction ring she saw her first Irish Sport Horse. The colt had a cute curved roman nose, and unique overo markings on a sooty gray base. Mason had read up on the breed briefly once three years prior. With the slow recollection of the breed description seeping back into Mason's brain she found herself compulsively flagging down the auctioneer. She won the bouncy little colt easily. It seemed most the people at the auction had their eyes on the bulky work horses pacing behind the auction gate. Mason buzzed with excitement the whole way home. Her Mom was less than impressed with her daughter's find. Like all good stories Mason was instantly in love. She spent the entire night in the little colt's stall thinking up names. The little foal spent that time with his head in her lap. He was registered as Bangerrang, but Mason just called him Ray. They meshed so perfectly, and the next few years of training, and competing brought back Mason's whole motivation for the animals she had so fondly adored as a child. Mason was twenty two before she had her passion back.
It was about this point she was working for her parents at their barn when she started juggling ideas around in her head. From the show winning she had received from competing on Ray, Mason had saved enough to buy a second I.S.H. Mason had been vigorously stalking performance horse forums for a mare she couldn't pass up, and that day came when she saw an ad for a bay irish sport horse mare. The sweet girl had a very unusual irregular blaze. With a great not-to-roman, roman nose. Mason bought her, and brought her home. Mason got her registered as High Times, and started calling her Roxi. With two great competing horses in her hands Mason was sure she could do something spectacular with the pair. So she proposed the idea of a second facility run by her specifically for performance horses. Mason wanted to focus mainly on Irish Sport Horses, but with her parents persuasion enticed possibly into more breeds down the road. Her parents where thrilled with the news. Once again since Mason was an only child she was handed the money for this endeavor on a silver platter. Her parents had made a lot of money on a thoroughbred stud of theirs recently, and had a lot of spare cash just burning a hole in their pocket. They also started buying chunks of land, and contractors to help prepare the site for Mason's arrival. Thrill she waited patiently until it was move in time. That day came far to slowly, but Mason welcomed it with gusto when her parents finally announced it's completion. Mason was satisfied with the result, but plans on doing reconstruction as the business grew. That's where Mason is left now. Recently moved in with her pair of performers. Slowly gathering her barrings, and adapting to the new surrounding.
