Post by thundy on Aug 19, 2009 2:30:16 GMT -5
Name: Thundy
Age: Fourteen
How long have you been role playing?: 5 years,at least,and in many RPG's.
Role play sample:
"Myla! Myla! What in the world are you doing?"Myla's foster parent asked worriedly.Although she was not worried for Myla.No-that woman was afraid for the small boy that Myla was fighting.Scowling,Myla did not stop her attack.She managed to pin the boy down with her knees,and she threw another punch at his head.His face was already bloody from her previous attacks,but she was not satisfied.She threw punches at that boy until finally a group of people pulled her off of him.Wildly,she tried to get away from their grasps,but it turned out that she was not going anywhere.She looked down at the boy with fury in her expression,and he just looked up at her with a pained expression.Good.He regretted saying what he did.
His words still echoed in her head,and she quickly shut them out.They were not pleasant words,and any faint-hearted person would frown upon the language used.She did not want to think about it.She did not want to think about the sister that she never knew.She did not want to think about her mother or her father.Right then,she was just going to think about another way to talk herself out of trouble like she was good at.
"Myla,do you honestly have to fight every person that says something rude to you? You know you can be stronger then that.Just ignore them and handle it the right way."Myla turned her head away from the woman who was talking-she would not listen.She stubbornly looked the woman in the eye and shrugged.While Myla tended to pick fights sometimes,they rarely got this violent.She was only violent when someone mentioned her lost family,or if they insulted her.She would not take that.
"It was different this time.You don't understand"She said as she looked to the ground.
"That doesn't make it any better."The blonde-haired woman said tensely.
"It does to me."Myla said,and with that,she stormed into her bedroom.
Name:Myla Anderson
Age:Seventeen
Gender:Female
Sexual orientation: Heterosexual
Appearance:
Some people would consider Myla pretty,maybe even beautiful.Nonetheless,she never thinks so and she is not one of those people who's always trying hard to look good.Her hair is a dark shade of brown,and her eyes are an even darker brown.While she does not have any eating disorders like some girls these days do,she is just thin.When she ever does decide to do something with her hair,she curls it.Most other times,she just leaves it down as it is,long and straight.Her face is shaped nicely,with prominent features and large,observant eyes.The clothing that Myla wears is..well,interesting.Anything that she wears is usually a hand-me-down of some sort,or something bought ad Goodwill,because she has never been very rich.
Personality:
Myla is antisocial most of the time.In her classes,she keeps to herself most of the time and actually pays attention to whatever teacher it is that she has.Even outside of class,she does not talk much except for when she finds a way to cause havoc.Most people frown upon her because she is such a trouble-maker at times,but she doesn't really mind.When people do talk to her,she is most likely going to be guarded and say some kind of nasty remark.She is emotionally unstable,and at times can be very depressed and most often angry.At her best,she can care for others and she can be nice,but it would be difficult.She grew up taking care of herself,and she is used to it being that way.She finds it hard to trust others easily.
History:
Myla has had a hard time of it,her whole life.She was told that when she was born,she was born a twin,although by circumstance,Myla has never met her sister.Not long after she and her sister were born,their mother died.She was already widowed,so this left Myla and her sister with no one to care for them.They were orphans,and forced into foster care before they could even walk or think for themselves.
Myla was separated from her sister when she was just a year old,so she has no memory of her whatsoever.She has heard stories from her foster parents,of how both of the sisters were so much different.Even as a baby,Myla cried less then her sister did.She was less playful,but she probably smiled more then she does at the present time,as children are always happier because they are so ignorant and their minds are still developing.
Myla was moved from foster home to foster home,and has never seen her sister since.All she has known her whole life is moving around from place to place,and she has met some bad kids in those homes.Even when she was a nine-year old,she was influenced by those around her.The older kids in her foster homes were always getting in fights,and so she easily learned that habit too.The only way it seemed that a problem could be solved was to get in a fight.As she grew older,the adults that she was around tried to talk some sense into her,but it hardly worked.She still fights,she still steals,and she's not going to stop.
Likes:
--Fighting
--Stealing
--Making others uncomfortable
--Reading
--Sitting outside at night
Dislikes:
--Snobby girls
--Manners
--Following the rules
--Being polite
--Talking
Fears:
--Bugs of any kind
--Heights
--Dying
--Never seeing her sister
Talents:
--Fighting(she's tough)
--Reading-she has been known to read over 500 pages a day,if she gets too bored.
Hobbies:
--Reading
--Causing trouble
Medical History:
--She has suffered depression since she was a little kid
