Post by Laurel Wayland on Mar 10, 2011 11:24:03 GMT -5
†LAUREL ANNE WAYLAND†
W H A T I F I S A Y I ' M N O T L I K E T H E O T H E R S ?
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what if i say i'm not just another one of your plays?
full name: Laurel Anne Wayland
nicknames: Laurie, Annie
birthday: Halloween
age: 19
gender: Female
sexuality: Straight
human or vampire: human
social status: Wealthy, Upper-ClassY O U ' R E T H E P R E T E N D E R .
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what if i say i will never surrender?
birth place: London, England
parents: Anne Marie and Mortimer Wayland
siblings: Five older brothers- Johnathan, James, Jack, Jarek, and Julian
pets: A cat called The Professor, and a Welsh Corgi called Little Brother
other: Laurel is very close to her brothers and father, but does not get along with her mother in the slightest.I ' M T H E V O I C E I N S I D E Y O U R H E A D Y O U R E F U S E T O H E A R .
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i'm the face you have to face, mirroring your stare.
eyes: Green
hair: Red
build: Taller than average and very lithe and thin, almost willowy.
other features Full lips, lower teeth slightly crooked, but not hideously so.I ' M W H A T ' S L E F T . I ' M W H A T ' S R I G H T . I ' M T H E E N E M Y.
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i'm the hand that'll bring you down, bring you to your knees.
likes: reading, embroidery, riding horses, spending time with her brothers, playing with the cat and dog, flying kites, painting, drawing, sewing, drawing, making clothes, helping in the kitchen (much to her mother's chagrin), being out of doors
dislikes: being cooped up inside, studying, spending time with her mother, her brothers and father being away, being ill, pricking herself with a needle when sewing or embroidering, snow
personality: Laurel is a little firecracker! She is sassy and witty with a bit of a mean streak, but usually her mother is the only one who can bring that side of her out into the open. She is usually very playful and charming, and she likes to be around lots of people. She hates being idle. She would much prefer to be doing something exciting! She loves to learn but hates to study. She loves to create, but has very little patience when things don't work out the way she originally hoped they would, especially when she's sewing.
Laurel loves to be out with her brothers and father, riding horses, flying kites, and just generally being in the big middle of things. She is a firm believer in "anything men can do, I can do better, backwards, and in a corset."
strengths: Very independent, intelligent, and witty. Also very caring and gentle when the need arises. Laurel is loyal to a fault! She will back you up when you need it, but woe betide you if you're on the wrong side of something she believes in! She's very passionate.
weaknesses: Laurel is very argumentative. She will argue that the sky is green, just for kicks and giggles, especially with her mother. She can be very mean when she so chooses. She's also the kind who will grasp onto an idea and not let it go until she's proven that the idea is true or right.
fears: Snakes, Spiders, her mother (but she'll never admit it), losing her brothers or father, bats, being alone forever
secrets: Laurel went to bed with one of the stable manager's sons when she was seventeen, but no one can find out about it or she will be disgraced and will never be presented into society.
aspiration: To be in love. To be reunited with Henry, the stable manager's son. To be free of her mother's control.S O W H O A R E Y O U ? Y E A H , W H O A R E Y O U ?
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yeah, who are you? yeah, who are you?
history: Laurel was born to Anne Marie and Mortimer Wayland in London, England, the youngest of six children and the only daughter. Her mother only wanted a daughter so that she would have someone to present at court, and other than that Anne Marie takes no interest in her daughter other than to nag at her about her posture and studies.
Laurel was never the polite young lady that Anne Marie had hoped for; she was constantly playing rough-and-tumble games with her older brothers, and she frequently bested them at games. Witty and sarcastic, Laurel did not possess the refinement that she should have.
Laurel was an awkward looking young child, but she grew up to be quite pretty, though nothing extraordinary. Red haired and green eyed, many described her appearance as "unsettling."
When Laurel was seventeen, she was spending time with her mare, Peach, when she met the son of the stable manager. His name was Henry, and she was instantly smitten with him. The two enjoyed a long flirtation, eventually sleeping together just before Laurel's eighteenth birthday. After the encounter, Henry disappeared, breaking Laurel's heart. He'd fled from the shame of deflowering Mortimer's only daughter, but Laurel only thought he'd left her to be cruel.
Laurel, broken-hearted, determined that she would never fall in love again, although she continues to this day to long for Henry's return.K E E P Y O U I N T H E D A R K
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you know they all pretend.
experience: ten years RPing
rp sample:Carolina pulled on a thin black t-shirt over a lacy bra, and poked her skinny legs through the legs of her torn-up jeans. She threaded a belt through the loops and buckled it slightly off center. She roughly rubbed her fingers through the roots of her red hair to give it volume, swiped on some red lipstick, and dashed out the door.
As she walked to the club, she pulled a bottle of prescription pain killers out of her messenger bag and popped two- the actual prescribed dose. As she pulled her hand away from her mouth, she noticed the new scars joining the ones already covering her right arm. These newer ones were different though. The old ones were burns; these were crescent shaped marks left by sharp teeth, with extra definition where the incisors had torn her flesh. She looked at these new fleshy tattoos and smiled.
She arrived at the club and walked through the employee door, throwing her bag nonchalantly into the back room, and heading toward the main room of the club. Just as she cleared the doorway, a strong hand landed on her shoulder and spun her around. The face that greeted her was not a welcome one. "It's gonna be a long night," she thought.
secret phrase: you get what you give.
