Post by ~Alyana Sheridon on Jan 20, 2009 18:51:10 GMT -5
ALYANA ELIZABETH SHERIDON
FULL NAME
NICKNAMES Aly, Aly-Chan(for friends only)
AGE 16
BIRTHDAY October 26th
GENDER Female
SEXUALITY Straight
LEVEL 2 (although she wonders how she ever got there)
WHAT THEY DID Actually, she did nothing. Her dad always messed up in drugs and alchohol, and when her father shot her mother he blamed it on Aly. And the crazy thing, they believed him.
EYE COLOR Hazel
HAIR COLOR A very dark brown, though it looks black
HEIGHT5 foot 6
WEIGHT110
APPEARANCE
Aly is nothing short of beautiful, despite her numerous beatings and having her hair chopped off. She's dark-skinned, being Jamaican, and a curvy, yet thin, shape. Her face is oval, with full lips and a small nose.
Her eyes are a stunning hazel, and are slightly narrow. She's got natural, thick black eyelashes that border them. Her hair, which used to be long, is cut to a bob because of camp rules. It's still thick and a beautiful dark-brown, which looks black until you see it under a bright light source.
FACE CLAIMRhianna[/color]
PERSONALITY Alyana is, well, Alyana. Despite the fact she's been locked up in the camp for who-knows-how-long, she's never lost her spirit. She's very outgoing, and doesn't easily give up. Which makes her a prime target for harassment.
She doesn't care though, because she won't go down without a fight. But, if it involves her life or someone else's being in danger, she'll submit. She just purely doesn't care how much they torture her now anymore, but she still doesn't give up her hope.
When she's not being harrassed or spending time in confinement, which is a usual place for her, she's sweet and caring. She's a dreamer, and loves to sing and socialize. Although, if you get on her bad side, she'll hold a grudge.
TALK TO US. HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOUR VOICE? "Hmm, maybe sweet. I've got a tiny bit of a Jamaican accent left, I don't think I'll ever lose it."
HUMOR US. HOW TICKLISH ARE YOU? "Not at all. But if you dare try and touch me I will kick your ass."
TELL US. HOW COMFORTABLE ARE YOU WITH HUGGING? "I hate hugs... unless it's from someone I love. Any other time, I avoid them as much as possible."
CLOSE YOUR EYES. CLEAR YOUR HEAD. WHAT DO YOU SEE? "This is an easy one! I see Jamaica, where I'm from. I see me, laying on the sand tanning under the hot carribean sun as the turquoise waves splash against the shore, filling the air with the scent of them."[/color]
HISTORYAlyana started out in a happy home, with her mother and father in Jamaica. Then, her father got a drinking problem. They moved to Detroit, in order for her parents to get some work, when she was 12.
Her mother got a job as a waitress, her father a mechanic. Although 99% of the time he didn't show up to work anyway. Sometimes, when Aly got home before her mother, he'd abuse her... in some cases sexually as well. But she didn't have the courage to tell the police, nor her mother.
One day, her mother walked in on her father punching Aly. She screamed, threatening to call the cops. Instead, her father told her to shut up, pulled out a gun and shot her. He then blamed it on Aly, and the court surprisingly agreed with him, saying she was a deliquent and needed to be dealt with.
So she was sent to Lake Destiny, with the same false hopes as everyone else with her that it would be a good experience. The first day she was tied to the pole, and sexually harrassed by a bunch of level 4 boys. The more she rebelled, the more she was punished. Eventually, they moved her to level 2, and that's where she currently is.
NAME Hailz
AGE...
GENDER female
CONTACT PM me, of course.
RP SAMPLE
Christine entered the little cabin-type lounge, taking off her outerwear and placing it on the hooks, along with slipping off her boots. She had brought her guitar with her, as part of a music assignment she was told to compose a song with lyrics. Therefore, she also had her laptop. She sat down on a rather old couch, she estimated it was old by the cloud of dust that flew up when she sat down. She pulled out her laptop, typing up some miscellaneous lyrics then trying to find a melody to them with her guitar.
Normally, she was good at this. Today, she seemed to be stumped on what to write. She hadn't many new experiences, which was what she was supposed to sing about. She certainly did not want to sing about her sister's death, that was confidential. She wasn't about to take the fake sympathy or deal with the attention that went along with that. So, for now, it was her little secret. It was sort of like a masquerade, but the mask hid the tears.
She finally gave up writing lyrics, just sitting there making up a potential melody. She'd figure out the lyrics later, when she could think better. But for now, she'd just do whatever came to her mind. That was what she usually did, found ways to entertain herself. She no longer had the sense of boredom, if she did she would've died of it already. So, she just sat there and played her guitar, attempting to think of something worth using for her assignment.
Normally, she was good at this. Today, she seemed to be stumped on what to write. She hadn't many new experiences, which was what she was supposed to sing about. She certainly did not want to sing about her sister's death, that was confidential. She wasn't about to take the fake sympathy or deal with the attention that went along with that. So, for now, it was her little secret. It was sort of like a masquerade, but the mask hid the tears.
She finally gave up writing lyrics, just sitting there making up a potential melody. She'd figure out the lyrics later, when she could think better. But for now, she'd just do whatever came to her mind. That was what she usually did, found ways to entertain herself. She no longer had the sense of boredom, if she did she would've died of it already. So, she just sat there and played her guitar, attempting to think of something worth using for her assignment.
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this plot page was made by slotted.sthingy of CAUTION!
if you'd like to use it, wonderful. that's what it was made for.
if you'd like to steal it, you'd better back up, jack. basically,
this application template can be used freely, but please don't
remove the credit. it'll make me really sad. the lyrics used
are from the song 'mr. hurricane' by beast. peace out!
