Post by skye motley on Jul 23, 2009 22:28:59 GMT -5
show the world a little style,
a little attitude
[/color]a little attitude
SKYEANNMOTLEY[/color][/font][/b]
sup, my name is SENNA
been breathing air for EIGHTEEN years now
but only been living for TEN
you can drop me a line at EMAIL, MSN, or PM
hey teachers, hey creatures,
i'm gonna' school ya'[/color][/font][/center]
nicknames: Motley
age: fifteen
birthday: April 21st
gender: female
orientation: bisexual
school year: freshman
[/ul]
just wait
take a breath of air before you faint
[/color][/font][/center]take a breath of air before you faint
height: 5’6”
weight: 114 pounds
build slender
eyes: The first thing many people notice about Skye is how she stands out. Her face is expressive and her eyes glittery and excited, as if something mesmerizing is about to occur. Her eyes are also a window to her feelings, for when she is hurt it shows in her eyes not only in expression but in formation as well. For when she is hurt they suddenly become darker and her eyelids tend to cover them because she’s always looking down. Hey eyelashes also glisten with the start of tears, giving a soft and delicate look on her face with the slight gleam Her eyes are her most beautiful feature, but are also very unique.
The left side of Skye’s ebony hair often drapes a little above her left eye. Her hair is backcombed in many areas, usually framing her face for a more voluminous look. Skye tries to keep her hair big, slightly chunky and semi out of place so she looks playful and stylish. She generally keeps most of her long hair out to hang freely, usually down her back and on her shoulders. Her hair is also slightly damaged from it being consistently dyed, as her natural hair color is strawberry blonde. Her hair, however, is naturally quite straight so she usually just lets her hair air dry so she doesn’t use heat on her hair all that often.
Skye is all about colors and funky clothes when it comes to style. She dresses herself with ripped and holey leggings and tights, and colourful socks and shirts. She often keeps a layer or two underneath her main shirt to added extra flare and dimension to the outfit. Short tutu-style skirts are frequently seen in her wardrobe, as well as colourful high heel shoes and clunky, studded boots.
Skye holds herself high, exactly as though she’s the queen of her own world. She walks with a slight skip in her step just to have fun.
[/ul]
do you think you're right,wronged,
or do you think you'll fight?
[/color][/center][/font]or do you think you'll fight?
dislikes: storms, being insulted, not getting what she wants, hangovers, not being invited to a party, missing out in general, losing things, school
strengths: holding in liquor, staying awake for more than one day in a row, bravery, high self-esteem, street smarts
weaknesses: Alcohol, not getting any sleep, fights with friends, sometimes can be air-headed, she can't really multi-task, doesn't look on to the future, smoking
greatest fear: Having no friends
greatest desire: To become a music producer
habits and quirks: her eyes water when she lies, she tends to party too much, her leg bounces when confused or anxious, she smokes.
overall personality: Skye is a party-girl for certain. She loves to drink and dance and party with her friends because it’s the social scene and that’s where she’s at. She absolutely hates missing out to anything, especially the latest happenings in her friends circle. Skye makes sure she always knows everything, so she’s the one to go to if you want to hear what happened on the weekend.
Skye likes to make it a point to know as many people as she can, at least by name and face. She’s the one flitting from table to table in the cafeteria at lunch time and during spare she’s the one hanging out with all the smokers in the smoking pit. Sure, she smokes, but it’s a great way to know more people.
Skye is always full of energy and always ready to go on some sort of adventure or plan the next get-together. If she’s at a party she probably helped get it started or was the one to get all the people to come. Skye definitely values being popular and it’s a fear of hers that it’ll stop.
But even though she may party too much or be too caught up in the social world, she’s actually quite sweet and easy to talk to. In fact, it may not really appear that she’s shy, but she is and she greatly prefers when new people come up to her rather than her going to them. She pushes back the shyness in order to fit in. She’ll maybe do anything to fit in. Peer pressure definitely doesn’t suit her.
[/ul]
we are young, we are done
we ain't fighting nothing
[/color][/font][/center]we ain't fighting nothing
father: Richard Guy Motley, 44, and a oil rig worker
siblings: Lia May Motley, 11
extended family: -------
pets: Tidus, husky. Wizard, german shepherd.
nationality: English, Welsh
birthplace: New York, New York
history: Skye Ann Motley was born on April 21st to two parents, one loving and the other very stern. As she grew up she was constantly under attack for doing things wrong, or for not walking soon enough. The truth was that Skye was an accident, and her father never really wanted her. He would cruelly joke that Skye was the daughter of the mailman, and so she never really got along with her father, and she didn’t appreciate his mean antics even early in life. Her mother was too busy shopping and taking care of their large house to actually be able to be a large part in Skye’s life. But eventually, another child appeared and Skye was the one who got to name her. This immediately created a bond between the two of them that would always be unbreakable. So Skye helped her sister through the first stages of life, all the while learning herself.
Eventually, though, Skye got tired of being the big sister in the family and wanted a life of her own. The idea scared her, but she was sick of being the plain girl next door. So she dyed her hair, changed her style, and began socializing with those in school she would have never dared have. This is when she started smoking, and soon after she started drinking. Drugs had come into the picture, but she never tried them and somehow always managed to stay out of the room or area they were in. Skye partied to block out her father, she partied to be loved more by her family, and she partied to be different. She turned herself into a lie the day she met those kids at school, and who knows when the truth will appear again.
[/ul]
way outside yourself
there's someone out there
who wants you to be free
[/color][/center][/font]there's someone out there
who wants you to be free
member title: Party Girl
roleplay sample:
Raito closed his eyes for a moment, squinting them when he did so, shaking his head in the process. Why did she act so feeble? While he himself wasn’t overly pleased with the situation, he felt it would have been politeness on her part to assist him with the makings of something bordering on a conversation. It was really the least she could do, though he was also quite aware that it wasn’t her fault he’d been sent to get her. Things just happened to work out that way.
Why is the current president in his position if he’s unable to keep things properly organized? Raito grumbled to himself. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the current president was unworthy. He himself didn’t desire for the position, and just being a member was taking up more time than he would have liked. Still, it was needed in order to appear as though everything was just the way it had been before. While he hadn’t completely wanted to join the council upon entering university, he felt that it was what he would have done had he not gained the Death Note. And a student of such quality as he should be an active, contributing member to the university as well as holding the same grade point average. And the more Raito thought about it, the more his life seemed to have become a juggling act; though he was hardly surprised at his own ability to hold everything together.
After all, that’s why fate had made him the god of the New World. All he had to do was fit the pieces together.
So when Chi apologized, Raito said nothing and merely nodded in answer after he let his exasperation slip, though that didn’t matter. It could have also been just as much of a sign of tiredness, and he’d use that to his defence if anything was brought up. Luckily, she didn’t seem to notice and after asking about the directions, he was pleased when she finally spoke something more of a full sentence.
Yet again, however, she gave him a more apologetic sort of reply, and he was now no longer certain why she was so sheepish. Can’t remember where anything is half the time? he repeated, I wouldn’t be surprised, his thoughts working into a hidden sneer, and he caught himself before he could say anything snide to her. No sense stirring anything up. Instead, he let her take the piece of paper he’d offered to her, and relaxed his posture slightly while he waited for her to read it. He slipped both hands into his pocket as he stood in the hallway with her, and just as he was able to calm himself, his heart felt as though it had skipped a beat and he almost stopped breathing as he watched another piece of paper fall from the folded one.
Eyes widening at the horror of what could be taking place, he managed to keep his body at ease, and with a slightly shaky arm he scoured the pocket he’d pulled the sheet from. In his haste to get to the damned meeting, he’d shoved the note with the room number into the wrong pocket. The small piece of the Death Note which he’d kept there neatly so that the paper lines wouldn’t show through his pants had gotten trapped within the folds of the other paper. And as the lined sheet fell to the floor, it was all he could do not to dive for it in haste.
And now he was wondering why he hadn’t done just that. A little lack of composure could have saved him a lot more trouble.
Still struggling to maintain the composure that meant so much to him, he barely let his breathing increase as he watched her pick it up. This was it. And finally, he let his eyes dart to the shinigami, not daring to make a move until he was absolutely certain, hoping against hope, that it was the piece of the Death Note. Why he’d kept it there for so long was beyond him, and a stupid risk at that. He’d need to find a better place to put it from now on, and at that thought he lifted his arm to scratch the back of his head, eyes catching the watch. Yeah… that would work.
Looking at Ryuk, he hoped the death god would notice that he was staring at him, but Raito made certain he moved his head subtly, and not all the way so that it would appear to be a direct stare. Raito needed to figure something out quick while a million ideas were running through his head. He could act as if he didn’t see Ryuk, though that likely wouldn’t work well, or he could even pretend to be just as shocked as Chi. But doing the latter could result in her going around the university, telling people about the strange creature she’d seen in the hall with him. Raito didn’t even want to consider what that could do to him. He was left with very few options, and the best one that he could see was acknowledging Ryuk’s existence and remaining calm. And he had her name. If he needed to, he’d concoct a way to kill her. And from the sound of the shrill scream that reached his ears, he was thinking that was exactly what he had to do.
Raito lost all manner of politeness now, narrowing his eyes and allowing a hard look to come to them. “Quiet,” he whispered, darting around the hallway with his eyes. No one seemed to have heard it, and if they had they hadn’t come down their direction to investigate, and thankfully no one was in the hall. Raito did not want to be seen with a girl who was pressed up against a wall in fear while he stood there with an expression he knew wasn’t all that characteristic of how he appeared to members of the university. “Act nonchalant. He’s been here the entire time, and I can assure you that he won’t hurt you,” he said lamely. Much as I’d like to… he added to himself.
Deciding to ignore the fact that he had clearly made a very stupid mistake and just deal with it now, Raito sighed, wondering exactly how he was going to do that. Already he was going through plans in his mind, most of them on when and how he could kill her if he felt it needed to come to that. But he’d have to get inside her head first to see just how much of a risk keeping her around was going to be.
Why is the current president in his position if he’s unable to keep things properly organized? Raito grumbled to himself. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the current president was unworthy. He himself didn’t desire for the position, and just being a member was taking up more time than he would have liked. Still, it was needed in order to appear as though everything was just the way it had been before. While he hadn’t completely wanted to join the council upon entering university, he felt that it was what he would have done had he not gained the Death Note. And a student of such quality as he should be an active, contributing member to the university as well as holding the same grade point average. And the more Raito thought about it, the more his life seemed to have become a juggling act; though he was hardly surprised at his own ability to hold everything together.
After all, that’s why fate had made him the god of the New World. All he had to do was fit the pieces together.
So when Chi apologized, Raito said nothing and merely nodded in answer after he let his exasperation slip, though that didn’t matter. It could have also been just as much of a sign of tiredness, and he’d use that to his defence if anything was brought up. Luckily, she didn’t seem to notice and after asking about the directions, he was pleased when she finally spoke something more of a full sentence.
Yet again, however, she gave him a more apologetic sort of reply, and he was now no longer certain why she was so sheepish. Can’t remember where anything is half the time? he repeated, I wouldn’t be surprised, his thoughts working into a hidden sneer, and he caught himself before he could say anything snide to her. No sense stirring anything up. Instead, he let her take the piece of paper he’d offered to her, and relaxed his posture slightly while he waited for her to read it. He slipped both hands into his pocket as he stood in the hallway with her, and just as he was able to calm himself, his heart felt as though it had skipped a beat and he almost stopped breathing as he watched another piece of paper fall from the folded one.
Eyes widening at the horror of what could be taking place, he managed to keep his body at ease, and with a slightly shaky arm he scoured the pocket he’d pulled the sheet from. In his haste to get to the damned meeting, he’d shoved the note with the room number into the wrong pocket. The small piece of the Death Note which he’d kept there neatly so that the paper lines wouldn’t show through his pants had gotten trapped within the folds of the other paper. And as the lined sheet fell to the floor, it was all he could do not to dive for it in haste.
And now he was wondering why he hadn’t done just that. A little lack of composure could have saved him a lot more trouble.
Still struggling to maintain the composure that meant so much to him, he barely let his breathing increase as he watched her pick it up. This was it. And finally, he let his eyes dart to the shinigami, not daring to make a move until he was absolutely certain, hoping against hope, that it was the piece of the Death Note. Why he’d kept it there for so long was beyond him, and a stupid risk at that. He’d need to find a better place to put it from now on, and at that thought he lifted his arm to scratch the back of his head, eyes catching the watch. Yeah… that would work.
Looking at Ryuk, he hoped the death god would notice that he was staring at him, but Raito made certain he moved his head subtly, and not all the way so that it would appear to be a direct stare. Raito needed to figure something out quick while a million ideas were running through his head. He could act as if he didn’t see Ryuk, though that likely wouldn’t work well, or he could even pretend to be just as shocked as Chi. But doing the latter could result in her going around the university, telling people about the strange creature she’d seen in the hall with him. Raito didn’t even want to consider what that could do to him. He was left with very few options, and the best one that he could see was acknowledging Ryuk’s existence and remaining calm. And he had her name. If he needed to, he’d concoct a way to kill her. And from the sound of the shrill scream that reached his ears, he was thinking that was exactly what he had to do.
Raito lost all manner of politeness now, narrowing his eyes and allowing a hard look to come to them. “Quiet,” he whispered, darting around the hallway with his eyes. No one seemed to have heard it, and if they had they hadn’t come down their direction to investigate, and thankfully no one was in the hall. Raito did not want to be seen with a girl who was pressed up against a wall in fear while he stood there with an expression he knew wasn’t all that characteristic of how he appeared to members of the university. “Act nonchalant. He’s been here the entire time, and I can assure you that he won’t hurt you,” he said lamely. Much as I’d like to… he added to himself.
Deciding to ignore the fact that he had clearly made a very stupid mistake and just deal with it now, Raito sighed, wondering exactly how he was going to do that. Already he was going through plans in his mind, most of them on when and how he could kill her if he felt it needed to come to that. But he’d have to get inside her head first to see just how much of a risk keeping her around was going to be.
[/ul]
I WANTED TO BE ME !
[/color][/font][/center][/ul][/size]
