Post by Teris on Mar 19, 2010 0:11:54 GMT -7
† Anna-Leigh - Janas - Evers †
†Leigh†
[/center]† General Information †
Full Name: Anna-Leigh Evers
Nicknames:Leigh (Lee)
Gender: female
Race: Caucasian, Human
Age: 19
Occupation: Hair Stylist/ Hair Dresser
Orientation: Bisexual
Health Problems: .:.She has type one diabetes .:. On occasion has small infections due to her piercings .:. Has a slight limp in her right leg because of a break that didn’t heal properly .:.
† Personality †
Basic Personality:
Anna-Leigh is a fairly stereotypical person (or so if you ask her). Her style of choice is gothic, and this is because she finds the style enticing to the eyes and self-explaining. She enjoys clothing such as fishnets (torn or otherwise), gloves, scarves, wrist bands, socks; really, just small, colourful articles of clothing that make her feel like she’s different then the norm. This all being said, Anna-Leigh tries to detach herself as much as possible from ‘normal’ people. Though because of this, she’s exactly what everyone else is –unique; yet somehow not at all. She enjoys placing herself out of the ‘main stereotypical box’, but all she does is put herself into a new one. (Basically, she tries to be different, but by doing so, she’s exactly like any other person who tries to be different, in case that didn’t make sense.) This on occasion (when she’s having a bad day) will frustrate her, though she’s stubborn to the point where she won’t change her style just because.
Which brings us to one of her other personality traits: stubbornness. This is a fairly common trait, and she, like so many others tends to take it to the extremes at times. She hates admitting defeat, and when she’s forced to, it places her in a rather sour mood. She doesn’t mind being corrected on the small things, but heaven forbid you correct her on something she thinks she knows everything about. Even if you prove her wrong, she won’t admit defeat; she’ll take that with her to death.
Other things she’d take with her to death: secrets. Anna-Leigh is the type of person you can tell your secrets to, and she’d never tell a soul. The reason? Because she pretends she doesn’t care. Despite the façade she puts on about the whole ‘not caring’, when she learns about people and gets to know them, she does become attached. She would do anything for anyone who’s close to her. (Typical loyal person, blah blah blah, I’m sure you’ve heard this charade a million times before, so I’m not going to bore you)
((Okay, that is about 334 or something words, I am done >.<. I keep jumping around finishing this app, and it’s been, like, three hours. Given, I’m a procrastinator, but still! T-T Plus I find characters develop better as you role-play them. They generally don’t end up exactly how you made them in the app.))
Likes:
† “Body Art”. Just the right amount here and there is perfect.
† Music. Need I say anything more?
† Small articles of clothing; socks, hair pieces, choke necklaces, wristbands, stockings, rings, leg warmers, you name it, she’ll probably like it.
† Colourful things/objects, especially if they glow or light up. **Oooh, pretty colours**
† Reading. In her mind, there’s only two types of people in this world; those that like reading, and those that don’t. If you don’t… get out
Hates:
† Spiders. In fact, she’s terrified of them, despite the fact she loves their webs.
† The sound of nails on a chalk board. She’s defiantly one of the many people who hate that sound.
† Lice. Do you know how often she has to deal with those little blokes? And when she does, she always has to go out and buy that lice shampoo and conditioner. On a plus side, that stuff makes her hair gorgeous!
† Fleas, tics, mosquitoes, okay, so really anything that drinks her blood and is ‘impossible’ to get rid of. (vampires
† Jell-O. It’s just a pain in the butt to eat. If it’s liquefied and in a cup, sure, otherwise don’t approach her with that stuff.
Talents:
† Styling and cutting hair. –I’d certainly hope so, that’s her job.
† Creating colleges. Okay, so a six year old could probably do this, but she enjoys going through magazines and cutting out pictures she find visually attractive. (Wonder what magazines she goes through) Plus she thinks they’re very pretty.
† Baking muffins. No, not baking in general, just baking muffins. Please, don’t ask her to make you anything else unless it’s canned soup.
† Finger Painting. It’s not so much the paint getting onto the canvas/whatever she’s “painting” on, but rather the paint getting on her. She loves looking like she just drew a masterpiece by becoming the masterpiece.
† Singing. If you ask her, she’s excellent. Ask anyone else. … Well, like they say; “Perfection is in the eye of the beholder.”
Habits:
† Humming while she’s cutting hair.
† Cleaning out under her nails. She just hates it when there’s dirt or something under there –under where!? (hehehe)- it just looks gross.
† Chipping her nail polish/ peeling it off. It infuriates her later on, but at the time she really doesn’t mind.
† Dancing for no apparent reason.
† Talking to herself. This is slightly for attention, mostly because it’s the easiest way she can remember things.
† Appearance †
Skin Color: lightly tanned
Hair Color: naturally, Anna-Leigh’s a brunette. She does dye her hair often, though, so there’s no telling what colour it’s going to be. Currently, her hair is blonde, brown, and pink.
Eye Color: dark brown
Build: She’s thin. This is partially a side-effect of her diabetes because of her controlled diet.
Piercings/Scars/Tattoos: She has a tattoo on her side of stars and music notes. As for piercings, she has both of her ears done, septum (the part that divides your nostrils), and two lip piercings (snake bites).
Choice of Clothing: Leigh’s style of clothing is the typical black mini skirt, torn fishnets, and a corset’ish top. To subtract from the dreary black, she enjoys wearing rainbow wristbands, cool leg warmers, jewellery such as choke necklaces, and rings.
To get a general idea of her outfit, click around (I’m serious, almost every word in her “choice of clothing” is a link
) I also became incredibly bored while creating this application, so there are random links to pictures that have absolutely nothing to do with my character. For example, the word “top”. Let’s see if you can find it . Other: Her Play-By is Samantha (I don’t know her last name), and I found her on Model Mayhem (<- Click the link to see her profile);
Character-wise, she has a pump that monitors her blood frequently and injects insulin when needed.
† History †
History:
Time is a silly thing. We seem to think it always moves forward, but what if it doesn’t? Time is an infinite and confusing matter, though we chop it up into measurable quantities to make it easier on our puny brains. Time can be described as a river, and it often is. We are the pebbles, creating ripples in the river that ever moves on. But you can walk uphill, and you’ll eventually be bound to find the beginning. What’s there? A glacier melting? An ocean? A lake? If time is like a river, what is that glacier, or lake, or ocean? No one knows. I’ll cut to the chase though. You asked for Anna-Leigh’s history, and since history ties in with time, I had to get that thing straight. Time is not clear, and neither is history. What I tell you, and what happened could be two totally different things. If an event occurs, and a hundred different people witness it, you will get a hundred different versions of what happened. This history just so happens to be one of those versions. I’ll try to keep to the facts, though. Just for you.~~~~~~
Anna-Leigh was born on April 4th. It was around Easter, and her family had been busy decorating for the holidays. Isabella was hanging streamers of eggs, bunnies, and ducklings in the baby’s room when her water broke. They drove to the hospital in an array of confusion. It took approximately ten hours of labour. Ten hours of screaming, deep breathing exercises, and Henry calling all close family and friends to let them know the baby was coming and that he’d call them when she was born. After those ten hours, there was a peace, interrupted only by a babe’s cry. Little Anna-Leigh, weighing in at 8 and a half pounds of little, red, slime-covered, screaming joy. The two proud parents smiled upon their daughter, Isabella giving her new daughter a kiss on the forehead.
Soon, the term ‘baby’ couldn’t apply to the child, as she was nearing the sweet yet terrible age of four. Oh, the memories. Chocolate ice cream smeared all over her face, feeding peanut butter to the neighbour’s dog when mommy and daddy weren’t looking… she was quite a hand-full. But soon the small, happy dysfunctional (because all families are secretly dysfunctional, Leigh just didn’t know at the time) family would have a new hand-full to look after. Isabella was once again pregnant. After the birth of their second daughter, Jocelyn, they received the terrible news that Isabella’s womb had been pretty much destroyed in the birth of her second daughter –it’d nearly killed the mother. Sad, but grateful they still had their family intact, the Evers returned home and lived out their lives as every normal English family. There were hardships and joys, crying and laughter; there was life. At the age of seven, Leigh had broken her leg riding her bike. Just a week before the limb was fully healed, she tried to stand up and walk up the stairs, simply re-breaking the silly thing. A few months after that, she up and riding her bike as if nothing had happened.
It was around the age of twelve that her parents followed suit in what seemed to be the inevitable of all marriages. Divorce. While Anna-Leigh tried to tell herself that it was not her fault, and everyone else’s parents did it, so why shouldn’t hers. Why shouldn’t her parents, who had seemed completely happy together, stay together? It was the question that rang in her mind, day and night, and slowly her mental and emotional health deteriated. It was around this time that Anna-Leigh adopted the “goth” look, and decided she’d be as different from every one else, so that when she grew up, she wouldn’t get something as stupid as a divorce. She became bitter towards her parents at a time when she needed them most. She was aging and going through the confusing throes of puberty and hormones. She was trying to find out who she was in this mess, and how to stay herself.
It took up until the age of about 15 before Anna-Leigh pulled out of her slight depressed state of mind and embraced life to it’s fullest. Since then, she’s been fairly nor- I mean un-normal, and pretty much fine. She graduated from high school with average and slightly below average marks, but that didn’t deter her from her dream to be a hair stylist. She was able to get an apprenticeship at the local hair salon, and now works the late hours, tending to the later and ‘night’ customers. She’s slightly uneasy grooming someone who could just turn around and drain her of her blood, but hey, the money’s fair, since no one else really wanted the job.
Mother/Father: Isabella Lamont (mother) age:42, Henry Evers (father) age: 46
Siblings: Jocelyn Evers (sister) age: 15
Other: She has a cat named Mane. He’s a 12 year old British Shorthair
† RP example †
Ceira felt light headed, and the alarm noise was bouncing around in her head like echoes in an empty room. Other then that, there was silence. Pure, lovely, beautiful, beloved silence. It somewhat made her desolation all the more painful. Shin hadn't spoken to her for the past four days, no matter how many times she tried to contact him. She visited his dorm room almost every day, but for the life of her, he wouldn't answer. She called twice a day, and sent him an e-mail whenever she was sitting at the computer. Still nothing. Last night, after a day of disappointment, she'd cried herself to sleep, again. Which is why her head held the empty, yet stuffed, feeling that echoed the blaring alarm of her digital clock. When Ceira's eyes opened, the light from her alarm clock burned them. It was sitting just a foot away from her face, and she quickly closed her eyes, reaching out blindly and smacking it until it shut up.[/b] Abruptly, Ceira grabbed a pillow from beside her and chucked it across the room. Her anger burst forth, heating her veins, and she frowned, her eyebrows coming together, eyes still closed. Taking deep breaths to calm herself down, Ceira sighed. No. No, this was her fault... all her fault. And like the snap of a finger, her mood plummeted down back into depression.
She sighed, and rolled onto her back, allowing the painful stinging and empty feeling fill her. Underneath an anger boiled, wanting to erupt, but not having enough fuel. This was all Skippy's fault. If he hadn't... if he wasn't... ”Urg!”
Surly Shin would forgive her soon.. She didn't want him to be mad with her forever... Plus she hadn't even slept with Skippy. She had wanted to, oh hell yes, she'd wanted to, but she hadn't. Shin came first, not Skippy, and that was the way she wanted it to stay. An open despair filled her chest. Why couldn't he see that? He should know her by now enough to know... Okay... it was her fault. A tear trickled down Ceira's cheek, and she quickly brushed it away. Perhaps today would be the day when he would. Perhaps today Shin would at least talk to her. She only wanted to hear his voice today, that was all. She bit the bottom of her lip, and then let her eyes slide open. From her window, a pale light shone from dawn. The light gently illuminated everything in her room with a light yellow-blue colour.
Slipping from her bed, pyjama pant-hem sliding down her legs, Ceira made her way over to the window and looked out. There were clouds in the distance. They were supposed to be white and fluffy, but in this early morning they were tainted with the peaceful colours of a winter dawn. The light reflected onto the fresh layer of snow from last night's fall and painted it in dove-grays, pinks, and light oranges. Ceria crossed her arms below her breasts, leaning against the window frame and looking out onto the world as it came to life around her. Chickadees fluttered outside her window before chasing one another towards the forest like a bunch of Disney creatures. A light smile came to her lips before it fell back into the impassive look, melding sadly with the expression in her eyes.
'There's still hope yet, though,'[/i] she reminded herself, pushing away from the window frame to get dressed. It was the first day back to school, but she couldn't seem to get herself too hopeful. Probably because she knew it was pointless. Shin might not even forgive her; it would take a miracle to get him to. She sighed, heart feeling heavy again. 'Hopefully miracles really do happen...' 'Yeah, and wishes really come true.' 'Oh shut up.'[/i] A small smile came to her lips, glad to at least have her Jiminy Cricket. A part of herself couldn't leave her she hoped, sliding off her pyjama bottoms and slipping into undies, jeans, and some socks. Next was her pyjama top, and she was soon fixing her bra into place, followed by slipping on a red tee-shirt and grabbing a sweater as she made her way out of her bedroom.
She was just slipping the sweater over-head, when she walked into the living-room to see feet dangling over the edge of the couch. Of course. She was still getting used to the idea of Rey following her everywhere, and he never left her alone -annoyingly enough. Even though it took a while to get used to him being there twenty-four-seven, she didn't mind his company all that much, and there was something heart-warming about taking care of another person too. He was almost like an over-cocky child with a terrible attitude and violence issues. Needed to be fed, have his clothes washed, and all of that stuff. She grinned and went over to the front of the couch, placing her hands on her hips as she looked down on his sleeping form. A blanket was pulled crappily over his body, barely covering half, and his position looked hardly comfortable. Her grin widened before she suddenly turned and sat on his stomach, not at all softening her fall on him.
”Time to wake up, Rey!” She leaned over, calling loudly into his ear. She giggled, darting off of him before he smacked her. He was funner to bug then her brother, especially since she knew Rey wasn't allowed to hurt her. It made it all the more fun. Laughing and prancing merrily into the kitchen, Ceira opened the fridge and pulled out the egg carton along with a container filled with bacon she'd made the previous night. Grabbing two frying pans, Ceira began cooking the eggs and warming up the bacon while waiting for the toast to pop and Rey to get his ass off her couch. She heard rustling in the living room and assumed he was getting changed. ”You know... We could move the spare bed into the living room for you.” She called into the other room, moving the bacon and eggs around with a spatula to make sure they wouldn't burn.
It took longer then she'd wanted them too -her stomach was growling- but eventually the eggs were done and cooked and Ceira retrieved two plates and glasses for them. She scooped a majority of the bacon and eggs onto Rey's plate, knowing full well he'd probably eat everything and be still willing to lick the plate after. She felt bad for him, how could Skippy let poor Rey starve like that so many times? He'd basically molested her kitchen at some point during the first two days. It was then she realized she had to go shopping and place some rules on the kitchen, restraining him from eating $700 worth of food every week. He was worse then a puppy! Placing the food onto the table, Ceira went back to grab the forks, cups, and a jug of orange juice from the fridge.
It didn't take long after her sitting down that Rey came into the kitchen and descended upon his food like a lion on a gazelle, and soon their plates were empty, and Ceira collected the dishes, rinsed them, then popped them into the dishwasher which would probably get full enough by the end of that evening. Then Ceira was completing the rest of her morning tasks, brushing her hair and teeth, putting on a light layer of make-up, etc. In the bathroom, she frowned into the mirror, ”We're going to have to get you a toothbrush too, what with how much you eat,” she teased him in the other room.
When she was done, Ceira was waiting for Rey by the door, shoes on and back-pack slung over a shoulder. When he finally got closer to her, she squinted slightly, tilting her head to the side and taking in his appearance. ”I want to do your hair after school too,” she grinned, sticking her tongue out at him before turning around and opening the door. Ceira stopped, dead in her tracks and stared, wide-eyed.
A dread curled in her stomach when she came face-to-face with something half decomposed. A bile rose in her throat and she reached out instinctively towards Skippy instantly. 'Skippy... what's going on?'[/i] her thought was cut off by a scream, her scream, she realized, before she was yanked out of the way and collided painfully into the wall. Waves of shock and distress rolled through her, tainting her thoughts to mush and sending stinging trails of her shock through the crappy connection she'd thrown at Robin.[/size][/blockquote]
† Let's talk about you †
Name: Teris (Tianna)
Other Characters: So far, no others, but I’m hoping to make a lycanthrope on a later date.
Other info?: ((I decided to put this here, since I'm still bored, and not really tired, depite the time. *stares at '3:15AM'*)) I am a sixteen year old Canadian, eh. I've been roleplaying for approximatly a year and a bit now ("a bit" being a few months, I don't know exactly, okay?
). I've evolved from crappy one-liners to a general of eight paragraph posts, though there are times when they reach up to 12 or higher (the average I'd still say is 8, though because 12 is just too much typing). I, myself, have dark brown eyes, I'm a natural redhead (woot!), caucasian (I believe, I dunno, aren't we all mutts now 'a'days?), and I love writing and reading (don't let my complaining fool ya).
The other sites I roleplay on are Wolf Attraction and Walk the Halls. Past roleplays include "Tea Time's Over" (or something like that, it was Alice and Wonderland. Not too good, though), "Forever Begins Now" (a Twilight roleplay my friend convinced me to go on and I just loved 'showing up' the admins
), and "Songs of the Wolves" (a wolf roleplay which, last time I checked, was dead, so I stopped posting). Now that you know a bit about me, tell me a bit about you
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