hello whoever you are, it's nice to meet you ,
the handsome gent is Rhett Jebidiah Bradshaw

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Yeah you can always tell him
But you can’t tell him much
‘Cause all he’s ever gonna be
Is who he always was
A cross between his old man
And his momma’s pride and joy
You can always tell a country boy



the games are just beginning , ready love ,
know all of the things that make you who you are

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” HELLO CUTIE,JUST WHO MIGHT YOU BE?”
Well, ma’am, my name is Rhett Jebidiah Bradshaw III, and I am right pleased to meet ya. The ‘third’ bit always throws people off, ya’see, because everyone seems to think that just a’cause I’ve got a number after ma’name, my daddy’s gotta be an oil baron or somthin like that. But my daddy’s no oil baron, he’s a blacksmith o’sorts. See, we got damn good horse sense in my family, if you get my meaning, so he sees to shoeing all the horses in town. And his daddy, Rhett Bradshaw the first, did the same thing. I’m damn proud to carry that name, ma’am, but sometimes I feel a bit trapped by it. Everybody expecting me to follow in their footsteps.

” "THE YOUTH THESE DAYS, JUST HOW OLD ARE YOU AGAIN?"
I’m 18! A full grown man no. Not that mamma thinks so, but the United States government says I can fight in their convoluted wars, so I’d say that makes a man. I don’t really feel any different than I did back home in Alma, when I was 16. I guess it’ true what they say, ma’am, age really is just a number.

”SO YOUNG ! ... BUT YOU'RE SO HOT , DONT YOU THINK SO ?”
Well shucks, ma’am. That’s right kind of you to say. I ain’t much, really. Mamma is always fussing about how I keep my hair, she’s have me cut it all off, but between you and me, I think it looks better long. There were a couple of girls back home who followed me around a bit, wrote me a note, something about my eyes bein’ green like the prairie. I think she must have been gettin’ into her daddy’s moonshine, because my eyes are more like the moss that hangs on the trees up north. And I mean, at least I’m not a big ol’ tub a’lard like my brother Charley. Working in the shop has kept me pretty fit. I do a good bit o’runnin’ around too. Keeps me in pretty good shape. But I ain’t one to brag. My shoulders aren’t as broad as daddy’s but I’m as tall as him, a whole 6’ 2”.

all they ever talk about is you kid ,
i dont mind spending every day out on your corner

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” "SO ... WHAT KINDS OF THINGS ARE YOU INTERESTED IN?""

running. freedom. apple pie. chocolate ice cream. hiking. playing guitar. dancing. country music. football. family.

” "GEEZE ... ANYTHING YOU DONT LIKE ?""

airplanes. elevators. bad manners. small cars. cell phones. disrespect. black licorice. feeling alone. not being able to see the stars.


” "KAY LETS GET TO THE GOOD STUFF , JUST WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF ?""

I’m always worried about mamma. She’s not in the best health since her accident. It’s never a fast recovery when a creature like that break a leg. I’m worried that, bein’ so far away as I am, if something happens, I won’t be there in time. I know I sound like a pathetic little mamma’s boy, but she took damn good care of me growin’ up. I wasn’t the easiest kid to keep track of, but luckily, she was fast enough to keep up for a long time. I worry about my sister too, lil’ Lorrie. She’s always getting hurt or lost or something like that. And now she’s almost 13. I worry that I won’t be there to scare off the bad boy that come a’courtin.


”HYPOTHETICALLY, IF YOU WERE HARRY POTTER, WHO WOULD YOUR
AMORTENTIA LOVE POTION BE *WINK* ?""

Aw, ma’am, that there’s a right tricky question. I don’t rightly know who I’m looking for. Mamma and daddy found each other on the plains one day, just roaming about. I’d like to meet a girl like that too, but there ain’t many plains around here to roam in. But if I had to be all specific, I suppose I want a real girl, none a’that fake stuff they get done in Los Angeles. None of those rail thin things they ship outta California either. And she’s gotta know how to bake a mean apple pie. Someone who’s willing to sit and look at the stars, and doesn’t feel like she needs to talk, or laugh at all of my dumb jokes.

"AND TELL ME , JUST WHAT DO YOU DESIRE ? I'M A GENIE YOU KNOW"

A genie? Well, I’d heard this school was a bit strange… I suppose I want everything at home to be ok, so I can relax here and just make some good friends. I guess I’d also like to have a destiny of my own. I love Alma, but I don’t know if I want to spend my life shoeing horses. I love horses, I reckon more that you can imagine, but I don’t want to be trapped by my name. I’d also like a really nice pair of work boots. Mine always wear out so fast, what with me running around so much.



you talk about it but we'll make it happen ,
tap on my window knock on my door , i wanna make you ...

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"YEAHH ... I'M NOT REALLY ... BUT WHERE ARE YOU FROM?"

Well, shoot. It would have been pretty cool if you really were. But I’m from Alma, Texas. Population 300 and dropping. Most of the people around that area are real old. But somewhere back, I had a grandmamma from England. And mamma’s three fourths Cherokee Indian. Lorrie got mamma’s looks, where Charley and I got daddy’s. But Alma is what ch’you would call a one-horse town. Except that there’s a good few more than one horses running around.



"*COUGHS* SO ... SHAPESHIFTING EH ?"

So you guessed? I ain’t too surprised. I’m right proud of being a shifter. It’s stronger on mamma’s side. She’s a paint, a’course. And right pretty, Lorrie too. Daddy’s a big ol’ draft horse. His shoulders are so big, he had to remake all the doors in the house so he could walk through them proper. And Charley looks a bit more like a mule. He’s what ch’you would call the black sheep. And granddad had been a handsome old thing, not really one specific breed But he didn’t shift too much after he got hurt. After the accident that paralyzed him, I can understand. But me, I’m a real son o’ the south. A big ol’ mustang. I’m kind of’a buckskin dun colored thing, big black hooves and a dark brown mane and tail, black almost. I’m almost 16 hands, which is pretty good for a mustang.


"WHAT IS YOUR FAMILY LIKE ?"

Well, there’s me, Charley who’s 23 now, still living with mamma and daddy. Mamma and daddy of course, or Leanne and Jeb to most people. Little Lorrie who’s almost 13, and there was granddad who was getting into his 90s. We have a nice little ranch out on the prairie, mamma likes to keep cows and goats in a little barn daddy made. It’s not the biggest place, Charley and I shared a room up until I left, but it suits us just fine. We ate at the table as a family for every meal, the way mamma says a family should. She always makes the best food you could imagine. I’m not too big on meat, but she makes a pork chop that would make a bunny rabbit have second thoughts.


"AND JUST WHERE WERE YOU BEFORE LES AMES PERDUES ACADEMY ?"

Well, I grew up in Alma. I went to school in a town nearby, and spent most of my time at home with mamma and daddy, working in the shop and running around with Charley and some of my friends from town until I was 16. That’s when mamma got hurt. She was hit by a car while she was shifted. The bastard didn’t even stop to see if she was alright, just drove off. Broke her pelvis pretty bad. If she had just a’been a normal person, she would’a healed up after a while just fine. But the horse in her doesn’t take too well to all the medications and it’s still not quite right. She’s got a crutch she hobbles around on, but she moves faster than most women, even with it. So I ended up hitching a ride to California for a year, and I worked for a while. Agricultural mostly, and with some of the horses those damned movie stars keep. Poor things just need to see a real prairie, get some life back into them. I ended up helping train a couple for a movie, even got my name in the credits, which got me enough money to help mamma. By the time I got back, granddad was gone. He left me a good chunk a’money. Mamma told me it was gonna be used to send me to Les Ames Perdues. So that’s how I wound up here.


COME OUT COME OUT WE SEE WHO YOU ARE ,
I'm in the business of misery , lets take it from the top

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and you all know Ms JESS of 17
came to play. Don't underestimate her; they found us
- puhLEASE, I been here a while one way or another.
Only way to talk is list PM ME!,
but watch out -- she's got Carra, Artemis, and CHRIS! on their side
what's worse is that she promises not to make another charrie for a while! <3

// well look at that !
someone's been accepted ,

HOLY SHIIIIIIIZZZ , makes me literally want to go on a farm and find myself my own rhett ,
i insantly fell in love fer real <3 hahaha alas you are defiantly a wtse pro ;] so you know what
to do my love ! but make sure to continue whoring out all your characters mmkay ? :D