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character info: Keaton Dean Sawyer was born in Texas, but he never had the chance to grow up in his home state. Keaton's father, Jay was a jockey and the small family was always on the road, moving from one track to the next. Keaton would follow his father's early footsteps and become a successful jockey at a young age. These recent years, he is best known for coming in several close seconds or snatching the win away. He has a good left hand whip and works well with younger horses. Keaton was also fortunate enough to have ridden in all the Triple Crown races at the age of twenty-one and placed in each one. Although not a local, he is well known in these parts, and is a bit of a celebrity.
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Jun 25 2014, 10:46 PM
So, I'm gonna be HIATUS for the next few days, because I got a commission that requires my attention and time, for most of the day. I just thought you guys deserved an explanation, however weak it seems to me. I wish it was more important, but I'd like to get this commission done and over so I can keep writing with everyone! I will continue to log on, but I won't be able to make many replies for the next few days, if any. I apologize for this inconvenience.
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<b>Keaton Dean Sawyer</b> was born in Texas, but he never had the chance to grow up in his home state. Keaton's father, Jay was a jockey and the small family was always on the road, moving from one track to the next. Keaton would follow his father's early footsteps and become a successful jockey at a young age. These recent years, he is best known for coming in several close seconds or snatching the win away. He has a good left hand whip and works well with younger horses. Keaton was also fortunate enough to have ridden in all the Triple Crown races at the age of twenty-one and placed in each one. Although not a local, he is well known in these parts, and is a bit of a celebrity.
Keaton is the type to make <b>friends</b> easily. He has a competitive side, but is never over obsessive about his work. Keaton always treats his friends with respect and understanding. It is difficult for him to make <b>enemies</b>, because he's always making friends. However, Keaton does not tolerate people who are in such a hurry that they pay no mind to others. He dislikes those who like to put people down. As far as <b>love</b> is concerned, Keaton is not totally unaware of its existence. He's a caring person, and is certainly capable of a relationship, but his job calls upon the majority of his attention. Being with him could be a challenge. <b>Personality</b> wise, Keaton can be forgetful at times, likes to tinker with anything that is broken, and enjoys the occasional full day of fishing.


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<div style="height:280px; width:230px; overflow:auto; margin-top: 10px; padding: 20px; background-color: #fff; text-align:justify;"><i>"hey there, thank you for coming today. please, sit down and get comfortable, this hopefully shouldn't take too long. when you're ready... let's just start off with your name or whatever names you may go by."</i><br>
Sure, no problem. Keaton Dean Sawyer is the whole, but several know me by Keaton Dean.<br><br>

<i>"awesome! thank you so much, we love your name by the way. now to move on, just let us know how old you are and when your birthday is."</i><br>
Well, thanks! I'm twenty-six years old, and I was born April Fourth: prematurely. That’s why I’m a little smaller than your average jockey. My mother and father are pretty exceptional themselves, so the genes run in the family. I just got it better.<br><br>

<i>"wow, you're getting old aren't you? i'm kidding, i'm kidding. anyway, how about you go on and tell us about some of your interests."</i><br>
I really enjoy cooking. I know, it sounds ridiculous, especially for a guy my age, but it’s a good pass time. Fly fishing, or any kind of fishing is something else that pulls me away from my insane profession. I refer trout most of all, and I find that it connects nicely with my cooking fetishes. I could be a complete guy and say cars, or something like that, but I’d rather say traveling. My whole life has been about hopping from one place to the next. My parents moved around a lot also, because of the horses, so I’m use to the road. Electronics comes to mind. I don’t posses a degree in Computer Science, but I like tinkering with broken things. Friends and family always like to shove phones and computers in my hands when I’m not around horses and say, ‘fix it, please’. The last thing that comes to mind is history, for pretty much anything really.<br><br>

<i>"good, good we will keep that in mind for secret santa! now, why not go ahead and let us know of some of the things you don't like."</i><br>
I don’t like talking about politics. That’s all I’m going to say about it. I dislike people who talk about jockeys like we don’t consider the horses’ health or their feelings. My life literally depends on how these animals behave and feel. If I didn't care for them, then I wouldn't be doing my job. Another thing I hate: carbonated drinks. I can’t stand pop. It makes me feel…unhealthy. Something that bugs me real bad when I see or hear about it is anti-female trainers, owners, and especially jockeys themselves. It’s not as strong as it was in the past, but that doesn't mean I don’t witness it anymore. Honestly, it makes no sense. And the one thing I hate most in the world: jockeys willing to put lives in fatal danger just so they can win. I almost got killed because of this, about five years back. Reckless riding is a terrible habit and getting hammered for is not worth a race.<br><br>

<i>"now that we've got some of that personal stuff out of the way, it's going to get- well- more personal. if you don't mind can you tell us about your background, any family or important people in your life, where you are from, feel free to share as much as you want. </i><br>
<p>I was born in Texas, but I hardly know it. My father, Jay dragged me and my mother around in our old ford and camper on to the next track whenever the seasons changed or work was hard to find. We never had a situated home. My mother and I labored just as much, so I started out pretty young. I can still remember my first time on a horse. The day my legs were long enough to fit the saddle, Jay stuck me on a retired race horse who was kept around the track and slapped its rump. I can’t remember what happened exactly, but that horse shot off like a bullet. I was so dazed from my fall that I couldn't hear what my father was telling me after it happened. I have to admit, I actually loved that man. But he did so much that never made any sense. I still rode after that, and I managed to enjoy it, but my childhood had some normality to it. My mother managed to home school me. I think she liked it a great deal, so I never complained about how boring math and science were.</p>

<p>She tried to enroll in a real school me once, when we stayed in West Virginia for a whole year. That never happened, because my father broke several teeth and an arm on a bad horse, and was out of the game for a long time. We moved to New York after that. When the arm wouldn't heal right, Jay got his trainer’s license and somehow managed to put together a local stable. My father was a surprise to the racing circuit, I think. His true brilliance was finally allowed to shine and he started making winners. But that was the only thing that changed about him. Jay hadn't forgotten me. I was fifteen when it started, but I woke the same time he did, and worked during the late hours with him. He made sure I was on a horse even before I decided if I wanted to be there.</p>

<p>I spent most of my time riding track ponies and breezing some of my father's horses. This carried on for a year and a half before I was actually looking forward to the work. I began to savor the crisp early morning workouts and the late night runs. I was beginning to draw some fair amount of attention. But my eventual success came at a price. When I turned eighteen, I got my first ride in a race, and it wasn't on one of Jay's horses. I ended up placing third in a close finish, but i was proud. It was a long way up the ladder for sure, and I lost more than I won in the first few months that followed. and then, I started winning races. My father refused to be associated with my career, the reason being something about a shadow or the wrong influence. I never believed it for a second. He always knew the results of my races, but was never present for any.</p>

<p>An agent finally caught hold of me, and started turning my career into organized chaos. I called him Silent Guy, because his name is impossible to pronounce, and he happens to be half deaf. When I was twenty I rode at Belmont Park and filled my card with several wins. Somehow, I got snared in the big time. I think it started with an old couple who owned dozens of horses and many of them had potential. I broke free from my fathers grasp after that. Luckily, I got stuck with a sweet-faced colt that could have passed for a filly, but he won all of his first three races. It was an amazing journey, and I knew I was fortunate to be on it. Intended for greatness even before birth; that sweet-faced colt torn down the stretch in his fourth race and won by seven lengths. It was the greatest ride of my life. But the owners had their eye on a blanket of legendary roses and a cup of gold.</p>

<p>Qualified for the first step toward immortality, the colt and I were shipped off to Kentucky and raced with the finest group of Thoroughbreds in America. I was twenty-one. And I lost. I lost by a head. My father and mother waited for me after the race, and we stayed up the rest of the night talking about the old days. I couldn't be miserable about what had happened: I had no right to be. But my world wasn't crashing down as I then suspected it would; it was only just getting brighter. The colt and I went on to run in the Preakness Stakes and the Belmont Stakes, and we placed well in each. The old couple retired him after that. Last I heard; he was standing at stud with a fee of forty thousand.</p>

I spent the next five years running and jumping from place to place. Of course, bad and good years have come hand in hand. The year after I rode in the Derby, a horse I was riding got his heels clipped by a horse who was being pushed by his jockey through a too tight space, and he stumbled in the mud. I flew right over his ears and landed head first in the muck. Two horses hit me going by, and my own. By some miraculous power, I survived. My father lived long enough to see me limp lightly back to the world I belonged in before he died of a serious heart condition three years later. Since then, I have thrown a leg over giants, and won in stretches and bounds. And you can bet I've lost by just as much. It's a joy for me to do what I do, because it's exactly what I want. Even if I keep coming in a close second, I will never loose sight of that. Right now, I'm living in Lexington, Kentucky, and I'm hoping all goes well for me this year.<br><br>

<i>"okay, that is out of the way, now that you've told us about your past, can you tell us about your future? your hopes, dreams, goals, fears for the future, any plans you might have."</i><br>
Every jockey dreams of this, but I would sure love to win the Kentucky Derby, if I get another chance ever again. That race has eluded me for many years. I keep coming back to it, but I come short every time. I’d like to win the other two, The Preakness Stakes and the Belmont Stakes, preferably on the same horse, but the chances of that are pretty slim. That's why I'm laughing at myself right now. One thing I do fear is being remembered as the jockey who took two decades to loose the Derby. I wan to do more with my life than to always come in a close second.<br><br>

<i>"don't worry we are almost done, i promise. next i'm just going to need you to tell me some of your personal strengths and weaknesses."</i><br>
People tell me I got a good left whip hand, mostly because I’m in fact, left handed. When I tell somebody that little fact, they look at me weird, as if to say, 'that actually exists'. I’m also very good with young or skittish horses. I like to understand them. Those are the main strengths of mine. Personality wise, I’m friendly. It helps when I speak with people. As for my weaknesses, I can come on a bit too strong and this tends to scare people off. And you won’t believe this either, but I can be very lazy. I stop doing one thing so I can do another. I also forget a lot. If I become productive with an activity, I stop thinking about what I’m really suppose to be doing that same day.<br><br>

<i>"final two questions, i promise. how would your friends describe you?"</i><br>
Well, I’m not my friends, so I can’t be sure if my answer will ring true. Most of them have always laughed at me for being so forgetful, at least of the essentials. They also say I need to put a filter in my mouth: on high speed. This is for several reasons. If you haven’t realized it yet, I have been struggling to keep the language from getting worse than the word ‘stupid’. And, I talk too much. People claim that I’m the friendly type, and I won’t disagree with this.<br><br>

<i>"last question. now that we know what your friends would describe you, what do you think you like, what are you really like?"</i><br>
Encouraging, but not misleading. I make mistakes, I misjudge, but I always try to learn, even when I’m doing alright. I don’t impose my knowledge or experience on others: people learn best from their own moments. I’m not overly confident, but I like to acknowledge my skills and limits, so I’m generally honest with myself, which is important to me. I retain a healthy life-style, but I’m not incredibly strict or forceful with how it works. And most of all, I’m just a happy and relaxed being. I have cares, but I never allow those cares to rule my existence.<br><br>

<i>"alrighty. thank you for putting up with all our questions today and we hope you have a great rest of your day."</i><br>
You're welcome. I'll see you later then!
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