Post by Shyla Deveraux on May 26, 2007 15:36:53 GMT
Me, Me, Me!
Name: Sammich
Age: 14
Gender: Femme
The Character
Full Name: Shyla Marie Deveraux
Nickname(s): Shy, Satanface
Gender: 99% Girl
Age: 17
Sexual Orientation: Straight as an arrow
Grade: Junior
Boarder or Day Student: Boarder
Clique: goth, punk, rebel
Classes: Modern Literature; German; Japanese; American Problems; Sociology; Chemistry; Theatre.
Personality: Shyla, being raised how she was, grew up reptilian friggan nasty. She fought often, and became good at it. But she lived by one rule: don't start shit you can't finish. She knew that she could only pick fights with people she could take. After beating a girl up so badly that she went into a coma for a week, she decided that this cruelty was too brutal. She wanted something more subtle. So she became passive, abusing people in the quietest of ways; emotionally. She, being a genius, found out how to pick apart people with intelligent phrases.
When not being an abusive bitch, she is a very quiet bookworm with a sharp tongue and a quick mind. She can quip with the best of them, and even put them to shame. When in a relationship, she tries her best to be good to her man, but it doesn't always happen, and she ends up abusing him someway or another.
She doesn't like people talking about her families, and badmouthing them because of her childhood. She thinks those kind of people take things for granted, and honestly need to loose what they complain about to understand that they need it, even if they don't want it.
Appearance: Shyla is a big girl in almost all aspects. She is very curvaceous, with a gifted chest and bottom. She isn't stick thin, and she likes her body, despite people calling her a cow. She'll just turn around and insult them if they try anything dumb. Her skin has a definite gold-glow about it, like honey covered up with milk. She is slightly pale, with this skin tone; she doesn't tan, but she'll burn like a bitch, so it's unlikely you'll see her sunbathing on the beach.
Her hair is a wavy golden-brown that reaches just past her shoulders. Sometimes she'll straighten it if she's had time in the morning. She loves eyeliner - she's a huge eyeliner whore, with more than 78 tubes of different brands and colors in her room - and she wears it often around her icy gray eyes, most of the time with her trademark dark maroon lipstick, just a shade off black. Her lips are full, and nicely rounded, with very nice lines and her teeth are nice, save for her left bicuspid, which she lost in a racing accident.
Height: 5'6"
Family:
Jude Deveraux[42]Father[deceased]
Marnie Desoto[38]Mother[AWOL]
Kit Michelson[37]Fosterdad
Lissey Michelson[36]Fostermom
Likes: Cigarettes, fast cars, eyeliner, racing, boys, goth clothes
Dislikes: whiney people, people who take those they love for granted, and bigots
History: Shyla was born to a crackhead mother who ran off shortly after, and an alcoholic father. He was kind to her though, and taught her about fast cars, fast money, and how to repair said cars. By five she knew the difference between a crescent wrench and a socket wrench. At fourteen she was racing cars with the best in her county, preferring to drive a beaten up primer-colored '66 charger to all her other cars. She loved the feeling of the steal and the sound of the engine tearing itself up and destroying itself as she stamped the gas and negotiated tight, ugly courses, Jude all the while cheering her on from the sidelines.
When she was fifteen, she was in her first race against pros, and she was terrified. She felt so little in her shitty car with a magnetic number stuck to her door, and her dad's crappy dirt biking helmet as her only protection. She raced her best, but went over a 21 foot cliff, totaling the car, and getting her in the hospital for a nice long time.
After the race, she recovered, still going to public school and working on cars with Jude. At seventeen, Shyla witnessed Jude putting a double barrel rifle in his mouth. He pulled the trigger with his big toe. She remembered seeing blood splash against the wall, and gore, stuff she didn't want to realize were once his brain and organs, slid down the wall. After this harrowing experience, she was put in a foster home in the city, a place where no cars were allowed, and racing was sin.
She decided to further her education, and went to Darlington Academy, where, on her first day, she met Sasha Perabo, who would play a bigger part in her life to come. She also Met Zachary DeMoore, and she was sure they were made for each other, until she heard a rumor that he was cheating on her. She decided to take his best friend, Sasha, and cheat on Zach with him, killing him in the worst way possible.
RPG Sample:
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Name: Sammich
Age: 14
Gender: Femme
The Character
Full Name: Shyla Marie Deveraux
Nickname(s): Shy, Satanface
Gender: 99% Girl
Age: 17
Sexual Orientation: Straight as an arrow
Grade: Junior
Boarder or Day Student: Boarder
Clique: goth, punk, rebel
Classes: Modern Literature; German; Japanese; American Problems; Sociology; Chemistry; Theatre.
Personality: Shyla, being raised how she was, grew up reptilian friggan nasty. She fought often, and became good at it. But she lived by one rule: don't start shit you can't finish. She knew that she could only pick fights with people she could take. After beating a girl up so badly that she went into a coma for a week, she decided that this cruelty was too brutal. She wanted something more subtle. So she became passive, abusing people in the quietest of ways; emotionally. She, being a genius, found out how to pick apart people with intelligent phrases.
When not being an abusive bitch, she is a very quiet bookworm with a sharp tongue and a quick mind. She can quip with the best of them, and even put them to shame. When in a relationship, she tries her best to be good to her man, but it doesn't always happen, and she ends up abusing him someway or another.
She doesn't like people talking about her families, and badmouthing them because of her childhood. She thinks those kind of people take things for granted, and honestly need to loose what they complain about to understand that they need it, even if they don't want it.
Appearance: Shyla is a big girl in almost all aspects. She is very curvaceous, with a gifted chest and bottom. She isn't stick thin, and she likes her body, despite people calling her a cow. She'll just turn around and insult them if they try anything dumb. Her skin has a definite gold-glow about it, like honey covered up with milk. She is slightly pale, with this skin tone; she doesn't tan, but she'll burn like a bitch, so it's unlikely you'll see her sunbathing on the beach.
Her hair is a wavy golden-brown that reaches just past her shoulders. Sometimes she'll straighten it if she's had time in the morning. She loves eyeliner - she's a huge eyeliner whore, with more than 78 tubes of different brands and colors in her room - and she wears it often around her icy gray eyes, most of the time with her trademark dark maroon lipstick, just a shade off black. Her lips are full, and nicely rounded, with very nice lines and her teeth are nice, save for her left bicuspid, which she lost in a racing accident.
Height: 5'6"
Family:
Jude Deveraux[42]Father[deceased]
Marnie Desoto[38]Mother[AWOL]
Kit Michelson[37]Fosterdad
Lissey Michelson[36]Fostermom
Likes: Cigarettes, fast cars, eyeliner, racing, boys, goth clothes
Dislikes: whiney people, people who take those they love for granted, and bigots
History: Shyla was born to a crackhead mother who ran off shortly after, and an alcoholic father. He was kind to her though, and taught her about fast cars, fast money, and how to repair said cars. By five she knew the difference between a crescent wrench and a socket wrench. At fourteen she was racing cars with the best in her county, preferring to drive a beaten up primer-colored '66 charger to all her other cars. She loved the feeling of the steal and the sound of the engine tearing itself up and destroying itself as she stamped the gas and negotiated tight, ugly courses, Jude all the while cheering her on from the sidelines.
When she was fifteen, she was in her first race against pros, and she was terrified. She felt so little in her shitty car with a magnetic number stuck to her door, and her dad's crappy dirt biking helmet as her only protection. She raced her best, but went over a 21 foot cliff, totaling the car, and getting her in the hospital for a nice long time.
After the race, she recovered, still going to public school and working on cars with Jude. At seventeen, Shyla witnessed Jude putting a double barrel rifle in his mouth. He pulled the trigger with his big toe. She remembered seeing blood splash against the wall, and gore, stuff she didn't want to realize were once his brain and organs, slid down the wall. After this harrowing experience, she was put in a foster home in the city, a place where no cars were allowed, and racing was sin.
She decided to further her education, and went to Darlington Academy, where, on her first day, she met Sasha Perabo, who would play a bigger part in her life to come. She also Met Zachary DeMoore, and she was sure they were made for each other, until she heard a rumor that he was cheating on her. She decided to take his best friend, Sasha, and cheat on Zach with him, killing him in the worst way possible.
RPG Sample:
Rena's eyes landed on the boy who seemed to be staring out into nowhere. Now, Rena usually ran with a pretty shitty crowd, and most of all of them looked like zombies, but that boy, the one on the rocks and the hoodie, looked as if he were born out of snow then kept in the dark for all of his life. Suddenly feeling naked, awkward, and out of place, she started towards her skirt, towel, and sunglasses.
"Stupid fucking wading," Rena snapped, pushing her legs through the water. Her feet kept getting sucked into the mud-like sand beneath them, and the water was pushing against her legs, making it harder - and more conspicuous - to escape to the safety of her ambiguity.
All of her hopes crashed and burned when she felt something swim around her ankle. She yelped, and tried running out of the water, which only made her fall into the water, yelping even more, and thrashing around. Oh god oh god oh god. She had blown her cover, nooooow she was fucked.
Then she began to think. Why was she even making such a big deal of this in the--
O-OH MY GOD! THERE IS SOMETHING IN MY HAIR! she thought. With a desperate attempt at getting whatever was in her mane out, she launched out of the water, and started jumping up and down on the beach, screeching and combing her hands through her hand, trying to get whatever it was out.
She finally got the culprit - a piece of seaweed - out and in her hands. Ashamed, and embarassed, Rena reverted to being nasty when she noticed the boy was looking at her curiously.
"Yeah, well what the fuck are you looking at, whitey?!" she shouted. She had never felt so stupid in her life, and screaming at that kid only made her feel worse. She looked up at him, and said, "Uh, sorry," rather abruptly.
"Stupid fucking wading," Rena snapped, pushing her legs through the water. Her feet kept getting sucked into the mud-like sand beneath them, and the water was pushing against her legs, making it harder - and more conspicuous - to escape to the safety of her ambiguity.
All of her hopes crashed and burned when she felt something swim around her ankle. She yelped, and tried running out of the water, which only made her fall into the water, yelping even more, and thrashing around. Oh god oh god oh god. She had blown her cover, nooooow she was fucked.
Then she began to think. Why was she even making such a big deal of this in the--
O-OH MY GOD! THERE IS SOMETHING IN MY HAIR! she thought. With a desperate attempt at getting whatever was in her mane out, she launched out of the water, and started jumping up and down on the beach, screeching and combing her hands through her hand, trying to get whatever it was out.
She finally got the culprit - a piece of seaweed - out and in her hands. Ashamed, and embarassed, Rena reverted to being nasty when she noticed the boy was looking at her curiously.
"Yeah, well what the fuck are you looking at, whitey?!" she shouted. She had never felt so stupid in her life, and screaming at that kid only made her feel worse. She looked up at him, and said, "Uh, sorry," rather abruptly.
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