ETHAN HAMILTON

[Goldie]

Ethan  Mason Hamilton

 [His senior picture]
Ethan [May 21, 1986]

I've learned three things from life: It goes on.


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Ethan [May 21, 1986]
Ethan is tall for a jockey, standing at almost 5'7 and weighing about 110 pounds. Ethan has somewhat broad shoulders and a small waist, strong arms with defined muscles though he isn't ripped. He has a flat stomach and well muscles back, though he doesn't have washboard abs he has the light showing of them on his stomach. He has tanned skin, having a light farmer's tan, and light blond hair that barely touches his forehead. His eyes, his dark blue eyes, are what he thinks are his best feature. His irises are a dark, yet bright somehow, navy blue that are an inky color like the night sky. Around the pupil however is a ring of bright blue, the edges of the ring flared out. He has a square face with a strong jaw, but it fits his body shape and looks attractive. A few white scars lace his knuckles and his tan arms from working on the farm he grew up on. On his chest, right over his heart, is a tattoo of a pair of small, light pink wings. He got the tattoo when his younger sister, Brandy, died of a rare form of heart cancer when she was 17. Another tattoo rests on his bicep, a plain black horseshoe with The Last Dance written in neat cursive under it in memory of his first horse, the start of the bloodline of racers he now owns.

Ethan is a true romantic, though he's shy about it. He works to please and works hard to do the best he can. Ethan knows when to keep his mouth shut, and usually does. He would rather listen than talk and has learned a lot from this, acting older than his 28 years on this world sometimes. He would rather try to fix things by talking instead of physically fighting, but that doesn't mean he wont fight. That being said, he sometimes looses his temper but it depends on who he is dealing with. He loves easily, doing whatever it takes to try and have a happy relationship.

Ethan was born in a small town near Tampa, Florida called Tix. He was raised on a small farm, the typical farm most people think of. It had a chicken coop, a big red barn with a little pasture connected to it, a few bigger pastures full of cows and work horses along with a donkey and a pony or two, an old dog laying on the porch with a little puppy bothering it while a fat barn cat stalks the puppy's wagging tail. Standard farm. The Hamilton family raised calves, fattened them up, and sold them for meat once they were big and old enough. They also sold eggs and chicks, sold a few colts or fillies every few years, and sold the vegitebles they grew and didn't eat themselves at the local farmers market. This was the family's income for the entire year, though the money had to last from the late spring or early summer to the winter when mares were still pregnant and the ground not holding any life until the next spring comes around. Ethan's family wasn't poor, but they had to be careful with spending. He was a happy kid, always playing outside with the kids from down the road, going to the nearby creek, climbing trees and skinning knees. He was on the middle school and highschool baseball teams, dated a few cheerleaders, failed a math quiz or two, and was caught kissing at the movies. Normal childhood, and he loved it. When he turned 17 he started working at a yearling barn in Tampa to pay for gas money, his job being to put the yearlings out in the morning then bring them back inside at night. One day though, as a hurricane approached, he had left one filly outside by mistake. He hadn't seen her from her pitch black coat. The next morning he found her, the filly's leg broken from a branch hitting it. He was promptly fired since the vet said the young horse wouldn't be able to race without a surgery, and even then she most likely wouldn't do good. The filly's owners decided not to waste the money and put her down, but Ethan bought her instead for a low price of 100 dollars. The filly, named the Last Dance, had the surgery then started training after fully healing. Over the next two years he paid the vet off for the surgery while also racing his Dancer. The year that Dancer turned 3, the duo won the Triple Crown. Ethan had only been 20 years old. A few years later, he and Dancer had a terrible accident only feet away from winning. Ethan's thigh bone had been snapped and his ankle crushed. Dancer had started hemoraging from the impact when her head hit the ground. The on scene vet had put her down immeaditaly, EMT's having to cut a peice of her mane so that Ethan's entangled hand would be free and they could load him into the ambulance. He now wears that same lock of pitch black mane as a braided bracelet around his right wrist. He owns Dancer's only filly and uses her as a broodmare at the facility.


Extra Facts;

Ethan is a pansy when it comes to spicy food, but loves sour candy. His a big fan of veggies, usually eating them raw and dipping them in ranch dip or dressing. He loves wearing sweatpants all day but hates wearing slacks or khakis. 

Ethan is scared of the dark. Very scared. He is also scared of cancer, since he has seen several people he loved die from cancer. 
 
 Ethan has a habit of adjusting his baseball hat when he gets nervous. He also has a habit of stuttering and blushing badly.

His younger sister, Brandy, died at 17 from brain cancer. His mother and father {Kathrine and Clay Hamilton} still live in his hometown

Horses owned - The Last Dance (Dancer){Deceased}, Flourishing Dancer (Flourish){Broodmare}, Foreverlyn (Lynnie){Yearling}