Post by Tyra Davies on Aug 10, 2009 0:47:44 GMT
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*TELL ME WHO YOU THINK YOU ARE
Name ::
“My name is Tyra Davies. I don’t have a middle name so don’t bother asking. I’m not sure what it is, but everyone always wants to know what your middle name is you know? My mom named me Tyra because she’s completely uninventive, and just gave me her sister’s name. Her sister is totally rich and successful and my mom had this wish that I would be like it. Except my aunt is a bitch and left my mom alone, so I really hope I don’t turn out like her actually. Davies is my dad’s name, and it’s really all I’ve ever gotten from him since he’s had his ass in jail for most of my life. Growing up I was known as ‘That Davies Kid’ and for some people its stuck, but thankfully not as wide spread.”
Nickname ::
“It’s really only my mom and female teachers that call me Tyra. Everyone else calls me Ty. Since I don’t like my name I introduce myself as Ty to people, and when people spread rumours and talk about me behind my back even when they don’t know me, they call me Ty too. Only teachers who are bitter and angry, and my mother when she’s upset call me Tyra because they know it pisses me off. Who the hell wants people to go – “Oh like Tyra Banks!” every time they introduce themselves? Hell, not me!”
Age ::
“I’m eighteen and I hate it. I’m so done with being a teenager. It’s like people just expect horrible things from you because you’re in a certain age group. The fact that I’m legally allowed to do shit makes it all the worse. Why can’t I just be twenty one already? Or to make life simpler why can’t this be France or Canada where everyone’s legally drunk out the womb?”
Sexuality ::
“It’s all men for me. I mean I’ve made out with a girl here and there for kicks, but it really does nothing for me. “
Clique ::
“Dear god, this school and their cliques. It’s like they have to label everything or all hell will break lose. I have had nothing to do with this clique shit, and I think it’s because of that I’ve been labelled ‘rebel,’ or maybe that was the shoplifting...”
*LOOK IN THE MIRROR
Overall appearance ::
“This is also something my school seems to be very caught up on. If the school suddenly got rid of all their mirrors, I’m pretty sure most of the students would just shit themselves from the fear that their hair might no longer be perfect and they wouldn’t be able to tell. I on the other hand, will show up to school wearing whatever I can scrounge out of my closet. I’m not a pretty in pink girl and I never was because my mother wasn’t and so she would never put me in pink as a baby. I wear boy’s clothes, I wear ripped clothes, and I’d be quite happy walking around naked if it wasn’t socially unacceptable, and the weather wouldn’t make it uncomfortable. I can’t afford fancy or expensive clothes and so a lot of my stuff is hand-me-downs, or things I find, the nicest things I own are the things that I steal truthfully. I’m not so caught up on clothes, but what I do love are good accessories. A sweet hat, some necklaces, or a pair of gloves can make all the difference in whether I like what I’m wearing or not.
As for what I look like without the clothes on, well I’ve never been too self conscious about my body. Of course like any other girl I’ve had my insecurities, but not “stick-my-fingers-down-my-throat-insecurities” and any of the ones that I’ve had I’ve mostly outgrown. Once you’ve had sex with a few guys you come to realize that they care very little about how big your hips are, as long as you can keep them thrusting. As for my face, well I have no plights. When I was born my hair was blonde, and when it started to get darker I started dying it blonde to keep it the same color. I’m sure that if I stopped I would be a total brunette, but nobody seems to have noticed. I’m thinking of starting to experiment with hair color soon, but stealing hair dye isn’t all that easy. Anyway, my hair is thin and kind of wavy, but I’ve learned a good trick of ironing it flat with an actual clothes iron, rather than one of those stupid flat irons they sell for too much in the stores, and so I usually have it straight, or don’t bother doing anything with it at all. My eyes are hazel, and because they’re not blue or brown like so many other’s I really like them. My nose kind of flattens out on my face because of a fight I had in my freshman year and I was punched pretty hard in the nose. As for my lips – well they kind of take up my whole face in my opinion, like when I smile, my whole face is a freaking smile, and when I scowl – well you get the idea.
I personally think I’m pretty mousey. I mean i’m horribly short, standing at only five foot three, and I’m thin as can be. When I used to take harder drugs my body was incredibly unhealthy, but now that I’m only smoking pot I’ve actually gotten some muscle on my body, and I’m not as weak. I’ve always been able to throw a punch, but I think I’m close to being able to take one standing.
playby :: Ashley Olsen
*I THOUGHT I KNEW YOU
Overall personality ::
“I’m a screw up – is that what you wanted to hear? That’s what everyone wants to hear when you have the label ‘rebel’ stapled to your god damn forehead. I guess I am a screw up, I don’t do much right so I guess that makes sense. I don’t like rules and being told what to do, and being told when to do it and so I do my own thing. Unfortunately, not everyone appreciates my desire for independence and I’m penalized for it. I’m sure that if I had a rich mummy and daddy and was a cheerleader, things would be different, but you wouldn’t catch me dead with pompoms. I like doing the unexpected, exploring and testing boundaries. I’m not really afraid of consequences, I mean I am, but I’m pretty good at pretending I don’t, so much so I almost have myself convinced. Not everyone likes my spontaneity, but it’s never really been my efforts to make people like me.
People get this impression of me that I’m all serious and sombre all the time. It’s like the label rebel has translated to emo, which I’m definitely not. I like to have fun and fool around as much as the next person, actually more than the next person. I’ve been called a party-animal more than one time in my life, and though I don’t have a lot of friends, a lot of people consider me a drinking bud. The idea of going out at night and just getting smashed sounds like the perfect night out. Throw in some flirting and a good hit, and it’s like heaven on earth. I guess it’s because of the lifestyle that makes people think that I don’t care about my life, but I actually do. I spend my time with so many guys because it’s the only place I really feel wanted other than at home. Teachers don’t want me in classrooms, girls don’t want me near their guys, and so I sleep with guys to feel wanted. I drink to rid myself of the fear of being alone forever, and I smoke – well i smoke because it’s fun! I don’t mean to hurt other people, but I know no one is looking out for me, and so I have to.
Likes ::
“What I like? That’s pretty hard actually, way easier to come up with things I dislike. I’ll give it a shot. I like when it rains because everyone else runs inside and I get to hang around getting wet by myself, I also like being by myself – not all the time, but to think and shit. I love sex, but I mean you’d be crazy if you didn’t. I like boys for the previously mentioned like. I love parties and getting drunk or high and you don’t really need a reason for any of those. I love the thrill of shop lifting, especially shit I don’t really need. Surprises, and adventure are what I live for, rather than always knowing what’s going to happen and having a plan. I love competition and being a bitch sometimes, when there’s a challenge I’ll always take it. That’s all i can think of for now, I’ll get back to you if I ever want to think about it.”
Dislikes ::
“I hate nosy people, people who get in my business, or talk about shit they don’t understand. I hate people who judge my family because of things they hear. I hate animals because they’re just gross and not meant to be near me, they’re meant to be in the wild. I also dislike meat, my mom could never really afford it, and when I did taste it, I hated it. It’s the worst when things get complicated, or people make simple things complicated. I hate losing, or getting in trouble. I also hate being angry – I mean I’m cynical and sarcastic, but I’m that way, I don’t like being angry. I hate rules, and order, and schedules, and anything that tells me how I’m supposed to be or things that are predictable. I’m not such a fan of school either, and so I don’t spend too much time in classes or doing work.”
Hopes and dreams ::
“I try not to hope or dream for anything, since most likely it isn’t possible I’m ever going to get it. If I had to tell you the truth though – I kind of hope that someday someone out there is going to love me other than my mother. I mean actually care about me, and want to take care of me. I want to be successful, I really do, but I don’t think it’s possible and so I don’t try very hard.”
Strengths ::
“Well I’m definitely good at sex. I’ve been told that on multiple occasions, and it’s something I tend to practice at so I’m getting better. I’m pretty good at surprising people and being inventive and creative. I’m good at being alone, and fending for myself. I’m strong enough to take the shit that people throw at me, like gossip, rumors and even a punch now and then. I’m also really good at math, but it’s not like that’s ever going to help me with anything.”
Weaknesses ::
“My weaknesses? Well for one, I hate all my strengths, and so I guess that makes me weak minded. I would give up most things for a shot of vodka or toke, so I guess drugs and alcohol or pretty high up there on the weakness list. I would also do anything for my mother, since she’s always been supportive of me despite the havoc I create.”
*BACK THROUGH THE PAGES
Family ::
“My dad is in jail and so I don’t know him very well, so I don’t really like or dislike the guy. My mom and I get on pretty well, of course we fight now and then, but she’s way cooler than most moms that’s for sure.”
Pets ::
“Are you kidding? Have you got any idea how hard it is to take care of myself? What the hell would I want another living thing to take care of for?”
Hometown ::
“Haddonfield Illinois. For my whole effing life.”
Overall history ::
“My parents met during high school, they were the kids that no one really cared about and no one expected to become anything. I think it’s sociologically proven that what is expected of a person is usually what happens. At least that’s what my mom says. I think she’d rather blame society than herself for what happened to them. Anyway, neither of them were badly off, and could have joined normal middle class society, but my dad landed up impregnating my mom just after their graduation, and not too long after that he landed himself in jail. They’re not married or anything, but my mom doesn’t sleep with anyone else, not that I’m aware of. My mom’s mom wanted her to get an abortion, and try and pick up a normal life and just forget about my dad. Instead, she just cut her own mother off and started a cleaning business.
I grew up without the best of anything, and with just my mom since her whole family cut her off, and my dad was still in jail, though no one would tell me why. At home I was happy, but when it was when I was outside that I realized how much life sucked. People would whisper about me and my family before I was even old enough to fend for myself. I was ten when I started getting into fights and finally defending myself, and I was twelve when I started drugs, realizing that I couldn’t defend myself from everything. My mother tried really hard to stop me unlike what some of the other parents whispered, but she couldn’t. When she tried I would run away from home for stretches at a time, and when I came back she wouldn’t say anything. I guess she figured it would be better to have me at home than not, and she didn’t want to ever abandon me like her own mother did. I was fourteen when I lost my virginity. It was to a teacher at school, of course he didn’t know that, he thought I had already been sleeping around. I’ve never really tried very hard in school, and have always just scraped by so that I could continue and just get out as fast as possible. I never really had any friends who took me seriously, or any serious boyfriends who actually cared about me. Over time I’ve kind of gotten used to the fact that I’m mostly on my own, and so I keep myself amused.”
*COME AGAIN
Anything else? :: Not at the moment
Roleplay example ::Her strides were long and purposeful as she made her way through the atrium of the Ministry. There were faces that turned in her direction as she strode past person after person without paying much attention. Leda had the uncanny ability to be physically present and totally and completely mentally elsewhere. It was what her friends and family called the world of ‘what if.’ The habit allegedly started in when she was in school and would daydream during her classes, but it had grown tenfold since she was younger, and now consumed her when her mind was not focused on one thing or another. Her daydreaming had now become focused on her wedding, which caused not only feelings of anticipation but of anxiety and intense pressure. While her mother and her mother-in-law-to-be did their best to see eye to eye on behalf of their children they were having quite a few issues where they simply could not put their differences aside, and continuously butted heads. What was upsetting her more than ever though, was the fact that she wanted her sister’s help, her comfort, her snappy remarks about mom’s ridiculousness just to ease the pressure. For reasons unbeknownst to her, her baby sister had chosen to have nothing to do with this wedding.
No longer taking pleasure with being at her parent’s house she spent most of her time with Art and at work. The increasing build of anxiety due to the fear of war was not just in the media and those around her, but in her own heart as well. There were nights where she would jump from her sleep in a sweat, searching the bed for Art’s sleeping figure , his chest rising and falling, in need of the reassurance that he was still there, safe and by her side. It was a haunting notion that everything she loved could be taken from her so quickly, even more so when she thought that it could be done by people she thought were her friends. From her parents she had heard of the past two wars, she knew of the horrors that were possible, and with such a vivid imagination she was possible to come up with the worst possibilities imaginable. The nightmare of waking and finding Art missing, or finding him lifeless beside her, or hearing of deaths in her family or his, of one of his friends. It sickened her, and her full focus, rather than attention placed on her daily routine.
As her heels clicked across the floor, she was able to momentarily shake herself out of her worried daze to greet friends and coworkers that passed her. It was in these times of lucid awareness that she knew her worries were childish and would bring upon her destruction. The endless disquiet of betrayal and loss would cause a mounting suspicion and alienation from those she thought were close to her, and she knew it was far more dangerous to be alone in a time like this. Stepping into the elevator with a few other ministry employees she stepped to the back, waiting for the elevator doors to clang shut. Patiently she waited for the third floor, as other Ministry workers entered and exited the small elevator. Finally she reached the third floor, but before making it to her office she had to stop time and time again as she knew most of the other workers on the floor. No one else was in the obliviator offices and she assumed that they were all out on assignments. It was where she truly wished to be, as she was much better at the practical aspects of the job rather than the paper work that took far more concentration than she was capable of. Work that would take some minimal hours to complete would take her a full day in the office because of distractions and daydreams that would interrupt her work. It was truly for her skill on the field that made her an asset to the department, or surely she would never have been hired to being with.
For the rest of the day she worked silently in the office, taking breaks now and then to visit friends in surrounding offices, to send and receive a few owls, and make a trip now and then to the little witches’ room. By the end of the day her happiness was unable to show from the tiredness she felt. The idea of having to go home and work on wedding plans, or worry about whose mother to make happy was terribly uninviting. Grabbing a stack of paperwork from her bag she slipped her heels on again, having taken them off to be more comfortable while working, she made her way back to the elevator. She had a half hearted conversation with a man from the regulation of magical animals, which was probably the department she liked the least because of a principal fear of animals, who looked mostly at her body rather than her face while speaking. Needless to say she was glad when the cool female voice announced that she had entered the atrium. Excited to escape she stepped from the elevator and directly into someone else, subsequently she lost her footing and landed up on the floor for the atrium, her paperwork flying upward and then back down around her. “Bloody hell,” she muttered, “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going,” she apologized as she brushed a fallen strand of hair out of her eyes.
*WHAT A PLAYER
Your Alias :: Lee
Age :: nineteen
Contact :: Pm or email
How did you find us :: because the admins are just epic
Codeword :: * Sing me a dream'
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