Post by ashlynn cortez on Mar 13, 2008 15:48:47 GMT -5
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ooc name: Lila.
rpg experience: human, vampires, wolves, horses, etc. basically from human to vampires. but i don't do fanfic roleplays. I've been roleplaying for 8 years.
other: duna-duna-duna-duna-duna-duna-batman!
sample post:
The sky was bleak and morbid, a dreary scene if there ever was one. Pitch black darkness with just one shred of a light source. The moon that hung above, like a beacon of hope. It's plashes of light shone down on us all, from the royal to the grungy mongrels. My pulse raced, the onslaught of emotions I was enduring was the cause. We'd only been in Sidewalk for several days, and already, I was beginning to dislike the place. You can make something smell, look, and even sound like your home- but when it all comes down to it, it won't feel like your home. But my home, was long gone now. Taken over by a female who was as ruthless as I. But still, I held hatred for this canine, though I'd have done the very same in her own position. Being a sociopath meant many things, one of which was; you used those beneficiary to you. Which was exactly what I planned on doing here. Vitani had chosen this place to build an empire for the SF crew here, and by all means, Whisper and myself planned on carrying out those wishes.
Various birds cried within the dark abyss of the shrouded darkness, those numerous creatures that went "bump in the night," evidently were prowling. Leaves crunched and twigs snapped, but I trekked onward. My flesh did not crawl in fear, or anticipation of some great terror that would soon reveal itself to me. If there was something lurking in these hallowed woods, then so be it. If they got in my way, I'd remove them from this world and into the next without another thought. It was simply how things worked. Or maybe it was just how I worked. I let my shoulders roll, the gesture meant to remove the tensing in my muscles. I was on edge, but why? Maybe this change of scenery was worse for me than I originally had thought. But I'd never voice my opinion about this matter to Vitani. Whisper, perhaps, but never Vit. She seemed so ecstatic to find this dull town that I didn't wish to damper her spirits on the matter. I swear.. the things you do for love.
My ears fell, slicking back against the smooth sides of my cerebrum. Lips that mimicked the color of dried blood peeled back, tugged upwards to twist into an impassive smirk. My countenance possessed a stoic expression, as it almost always did. My colossal paws struck the ground in a smooth, even rhythm and once I reached the crest of a hill, I let my gait cease to a stop at last. All around me, darkness loomed. A rush of air escaped from my nasal passages in the form of a snort, letting my amber-tinted gaze fall on the distance. The horizon looked bleak, but then again- when didn't it? Muzzle bridge twitched, lips curving downward momentarily before the stoic expression blazed across my facade once more.
I closed my eyes, letting my memories sweep me in under it's wing. Otis and I were sitting in the "Ramen Room," as he referred to it in the Apartments, staring out at the rain pounding down on the streets of Toxin Alley. Our home. Well, what had been our home. Otis and I had been talking for hours, and it was crawling towards dawn. The sun was slowly rising behind the distant mountains, and on a whim, I turned to my comrade and flashed him a solemn glance. "You know, if there's one thing I've learned in this life.. it's that loneliness is an island in a sea of people." In correspondence to my words, Otis only grinned and nodded. It seemed like a light situation, but the meaning and purpose of it was far bigger than a simple heart-to-heart between two old friends. Otis and I had both known how it left to be alone, not to mention how it felt to lose someone you loved. But now, now I was determined to never endure that feeling ever again.
The apparition slowly faded and as my lids peeled back, I was lost in the dark abyss of the looming night once more. I inwardly smiled. That Otis. Now he was quite the character. There'd been much more to that dog than most had ever begun to think of. I heaved a sigh, boredom now settling in. The moon was high and the night was alive, but not with anything worth paying any attention to, it would seem. I set my posterior atop my haunches and my hind-quarters slid to the group with an almost inaudible thump. Now, there was nothing to do but wait. Wait for the morning to slip in, and Vitani and Whisper to rise; or perhaps, for something of even the vaguest of interest to scamper along. But either way, I couldn't sleep. More than likely, I wouldn't for several days.
I was too restless. This had been a big change for me. Not that I wasn't used to change, mind you. But I hadn't anticipated or enjoyed this move in the slightest, I'd have much rather stuck it out and ripped that Staffordshire to shreds personally. But Vitani's pride had taken a blow in the process of being triumphed over. You could say she was a bit of a sore loser, in a way. But she'd accepted her defeat, and left Toxin Alley. It was as good of a choice as any, I suppose. We had escaped the plague for the most part, and had not perished in the fires as some of our pack-mates had. Aside from all that, it wasn't like I slept much anyway. The dreams kept me awake, each and every night. Reliving that horror. By this time, clouds had drifted in from the North and thunder rolled, rapidly approaching. A storm was coming. You could feel the electricity in the air, and smell the rain on the wind. Now, as I peered blankly into the night, I let the gears of my mind whirl idly.
Contemplating.
character
full name: ashlynn skylar cortez.
nicknames: ash. though she normally only responds to "ashlynn."
age: 17.
grade: late junior year?
clique: scene kids /bordering emo.
gender: female.
sexuality: openly bisexual.
family:
- mother: Loreli Cortez, dead, 34.
- father, unknown, around 38.
- sister: Kristie Cortez, dead, 7.
other family unknown.
physical appearance:
Long brunette hair with some blond streaks runs down a few inches past her shoulders, give or take. She's caucasian and has a tendency to neither get sunburned, nor tan but remain pale instead. Her facial structure is fairly symmetrical, save for the slight curve down the middle of her nose where it was broken once before. Dark blue eyes, normally outlined in dark kohl eyeliner stare at the world with an impassive glare. Full, light crimson lips set on her face, and when she smiles, almost flawless teeth are revealed in a rare, gleaming smile. She lacks wisdom teeth, having had them removed when she was fifteen.
Her biggest, and the most noticeable flaw: a indent on the inside of her lip and a small groove and scar on the outside, where her lipring was. On her right hand, on the inside of her palm is a scar in the shape of a crescent moon. The origin of it is unknown. Her body is slender and lithe, built like an athlete's. Ashlynn is skinny, though not in an emaciated fashion. Though, it's not necessarily physical, and though she'll never let anyone know it willingly - she's colorblind. When she flashes a smile (though it's rarely seen), the dimples in her cheeks becoming more prominent. Normally, she wears a bandanna or some kind of wristband around her right forearm to cover her wrist but when it's off, you can see scars jaggedly running across them. It looks as if a cat went beserk on it. She's got a considerably clear complexion, the only real flaw - at least in her eyes, are the freckles sprinkled across each of her cheeks. High cheek bones and a symmetrical face give her a look of pristine beauty, though she doesn't see what everyone else does. Her pale flesh makes her seem fragile- like a porcelain doll; but that's far from the reality.
clothing style:
She's the traditional scene kid, though she's bordering the line between scene and "emo." In addition to dark kohl eye-liner, she normally sports skinny jeans that snugly cling to the curves of her long, slender legs. She's got a great figure, but she doesn't really like to show it off, and sometimes occasionally wears baggy jeans and a hoodie at times.
Accessories to her, unlike most girls, are always optional. From chokers to the occasional bandanna in her hair, she's tried at least one form of accessory at least once. The most common thing to see her wearing is a black choker necklace and/or a bandanna around her wrist.
likes:
- music.
- horses.
- the rain.
- storms.
- animals.
- art.
- piercings.
- tattoos.
dislikes:
- most boys.
- arrogant people.
- stupidity.
- ignorance.
- country/gospel music.
- religion.
- love.
- cheaters.
- lies/liars.
- show offs.
personality:
She's maybe be a brunette, but she has as much fun as any blond. Despite the fact she's colorblind, she loves art, she can't really judge it on whether or not it shows a variety of colors or not, but she loves the emotions that go into a painting or a sculpture. A stoic expression is almost always set atop her features. She tends to be anti-social and stick to the sidelines rather than being outgoing and overly jubilant. Due to her past, she's learned to be wary of everyone. Mostly guys. Ashlynn has rather severe trust issues, so if you've managed to rope in her trust, you should be thankful- you're part of a miracle.
She's brilliant, considering her up-bringing and her intelligence is often wasted on frenzied antics to escape and evade authority. She isn't keen on being told what to do in the slightest and she'll avoid it at all costs. If she happens to develop any romantic feelings towards someone, her hidden and rarely seen "romantic" side will come out. Though she's not the best on understanding everyone's emotions, or even caring about them- she'll try if she really cares. Ashlynn has a tendency to be rather harshly honest, blunt, and downright sarcastic. Also, she's a sociopath and has got BPD, (Borderline Personality Disorder)
She imagines everyone to be lines. The lines were gray and they ran along a light blue background. They ran and ran alongside millions of other lines. And then two lines might come closer to each other, depending on how close they were to meeting. And then when, or if they met, their lines would touch. Her line had touched briefly with others, but in the end, they'd always parted but ran closely alongside one another, as if another encounter was imminent.
So far, all of the lines that her own had touched were far away now, washed away by the tides of time and the cruel hand of fate. Her line ran on the light blue background, alone.
history:
This is your regular dramatic, heart-breaking tale of a girl from the wrong side of the tracks. But, it's Ashlynn's story. The reality of the kind of world we live in.
When her mother got pregnant with Ashlynn, her father wasn't quite up to the task of becoming a father and raising a child. Ashlynn's mother was extremely young when she had her, but despite that, she couldn't help but thank about how wonderful it'd be to have a child. Loreli, her mother, managed to convince Ashlynn's father that having a child would be somewhat of an "adventure." So, he stuck around. However, when Kristie was conceived, the adventure became a nightmare. Yet another screaming child wasn't what he'd seen in his future, so he did the thing he thought to be the only sensible solution. He struck out and left them to fend for themselves. He'd been the sole provider for the family, so when he abandoned them, Loreli was forced to move into a shabby apartment on the less "appealing" side of Brooklyn. The pressure soon got to Loreli, and in order to get rid of the mounting sorrow growing in her heart, she turned to alcohol and drugs.
At first, the only thing this effected was their money. Then, came the abuse. The cause of it is still unknown to this day, but suddenly, Loreli became violent. She blamed her children for the loss of her "one and only love." Soon, she began to take her fury and torment out on them. From verbal abuse to physical, Kristie and Ashlynn soon lived in a world of hell. Kristie was quite too young to understand why she was being hurt, or why her mother no longer loved her. Soon enough, the abuse elevated to an unbelievable extent. While Ashlynn was being held after school in detention, Loreli beat Kristie. Since the young girl's older sister wasn't around, she got the full brunt of the beatings. This resulted, ultimately, in her death. Ashlynn arrived home to find an ambulance, and her mother sitting on the porch infront of a police officer, looking stoned out of her mind.
Ashlynn's heart shattered as her very world crashed, falling around her in broken pieces. She did the only thing she could. She ran. For many months, she stayed gone. In fact, a year or two had passed before she finally made her way home, and over the course of her disappearance, she had gotten into drugs and alcohol. She realized she was no better than her mother, but it was better to be numbed by drugs and alcohol that to feel the pain she constantly did. Soon enough, she did what every girl in this situation soon would. She met a boy. But not just any boy. The boy.
He was popular, while Ashlynn stood on the sidelines and watched other people live their lives. His name was Addison Michaels and he was the life of any party, regardless. Whether or not it was true love, who knows, but all Ashlynn knew was that he made the pain go away. With a few simple kisses, he made her feel completely whole. Like her sister wasn't gone and her heart wasn't a gaping her, like her life wasn't one big, fat mess and she wasn't a failure. Addison made her feel perfect. One stormy September morning, Ashlynn awoke and went downstairs to find her mother dead. She promptly called the ambulance, and the paramedics told her what she already knew. Her mother, Loreli Cortez, had died of a drug overdose. She'd seen it coming, it was no real surprise. This was how life worked. At least, it was how hers did.
She decided to move in with Addison. Little did she know that it was the absolute worse thing to do. The lies he'd been telling her all this time quickly came unraveled. Instead of 17, as he told her he was, he turned out to be 23. A startling discovery to say the least. But she loved him, she didn't care if he was much older than her. He was a drug dealer, and every now and then, he'd dip into his supply. The "occasional" soon became frequent and he became violent. But Ashlynn was used to this and put up with the beatings. If she so much as gave another male a simple look, he'd accuse her of cheating and chew her out, followed up with a severe beating. The one night, her horrible life took a turn for the worst.
She'd ran into an old friend and given him a hug, when Addison came into the room and spotted them. The friend left quickly, sensing trouble on the horizon. Ashlynn could only shoot the back of their head a horrified stare as she began backing away, her throat closing up in fear. Addison merely smiled at her, chuckling softly as he reached out and stroked her cheek. "I'm not gonna hurt you," He murmured softly, leaning close, his lips brushing over her cheek. "I'm going to kill you." He suddenly hissed, reaching out quickly to grab hold of her lip ring and yanked it, succeeding in ripping it out and eliciting a shrill scream from the terrified girl.
He beat her, and left her for dead. No one's sure who called the ambulance, but they soon arrived. Afterwards, she was hospitalized for several weeks, recooperating. Once she got out, she was sent her by the state. But then again, she's only got one more year until she's a legal adult- is she really gonna stick it out that long?
riding expierence:
She didn't learn in the most conventional of ways, infact, it wasn't her horse and she had no real right to be near it. She was planning on running away when she saw it. A beautiful buckskin Mustang standing idly in a paddock. At once, she felt that exhilerating rush most horse lovers do when we see a beautiful horse, and she felt the need to ride him. So, moving as quietly, as she could, she slipped through the fence and walked towards the equine. A few weeks later, after a series of trial and error, most of which consistent of errors and her falling on her butt and receiving more than a few bruises and various scratches. But needless to say, she learned to ride.
Through-out the rest of that year, she took up a job as a groom at the same stable she'd secretly ridden the mustang at. She went from a shaky beginner, to an intermediate rider soon enough. Ashlynn had a natural talent that most in the horse world could only dream of. But she didn't quite think she was ever good enough. This was when she was fourteen, and through-out the rest of her life leading up to this seventeenth year, she rode horses consistently.
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