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Horse Image(Pintrest.com)

Name: Matteo (Matt) Caruso

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Age: 20

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Gender: Male

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Appearance: 6ft2, slightly tanned. He has a half-sculpted body, though not too over the top. He has dark brunette hair with a fringe that hangs over very light hazel eyes.

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Personality: Outgoing, both confident and cocky though well into comp season he likes to keep to himself. Can be a little rude from the cockiness.

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Discipline: Show jumping (as of now)

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Crush: Olive's character

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S/O:

Name: Roma

Show Name: MTC Roma

Age: 12

Gender: Mare

Breed: Swedish Warmblood

Appearance: Stark white, pink skin. No dark hairs anywhere on her body. She stands at around 16.2hh

Personality: Responsive, happy. A little fiery at times, naturally gifted jumper.

Foals:

Name: Veloster

Show Name: MTC Veloster

Age: 8

Gender: Stallion

Breed: Thoroughbred, OTTB

Appearance: Sweet light bay, often clipped most year round so he appears a lot lighter than his coat actually is. White snip on his muzzle, stands at arond 16.3/close to 17h.

Personality: Needs a little more desensitizing training, spooky in training. Insane jumper, fast but an early failed racer.

Foals:

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Hope this is okay!

Yess!

Feel like starting us off?))

Of course :)

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Competition season had just started, and it was safe to say Matt was feeling the pressure, and hard. He'd woken up stupidly early that day, due to the pure fact his coach wanted to get in as much flatwork training as was possible with the time slots before the jumps would be hoisted up, ready for the last of the lesson kids. It was always a nightmare at the start. Comp season commences, riding lessons finish, and they alwasy tended to overlap in the first week. Matt made his way down and out of the accomodation, adjusting his white polo shirt accordingly, raking his hair out the way. As he made his way into the barn his gaze caught onto a large black and gold lined horse lorry-the jockey's lorry. They, luckily for them, started a day later and usually spent their extra free day at the comp yard, much to the hatred of most of the competitive riders not including Matt. He'd never seen the reason for the rivalry, but hey what cpuld he do. He was there to win.

After about twenty or so minutes of grooming, fiddling with the pristine tack and doing his best to get his very fresh mare out the barn, he was finally mounted and in the arena. As he waited for Larry, his coach, he did laps of walk and trot around the arena, doing his best to stay in the seat of Roma's incredibly fiery nature.

Just as Matt thought he was able to calm Roma down enough to test her gaits properly, the white mare caught on another horse acting up, causing her to do exactly the same over and over again. He mumbled under his breath, shooting what could only be described as a tired look of frustration in the other riders direction, followed by a slightly rude hand gesture He then too hold of the reins, circled the mare around a couple times and eventually got her to calm dwn in time for the coach to make his way over. Larry explained a couple of things, from competition prizes to height jumps, and all he could do was listen politely, his eyes trained on the horse acting up. Before Matt had the chance to excuse himself to see what was going on, Larry ordered for the general flatwork to start, leaving him no choice but to do so.