Post by Alana Meyers on Jul 28, 2008 17:47:51 GMT -6
there's those eyes again
[/b][/color][/font][/right]Alana Lynn Meyers
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Destiny took over just in time
one hundred bodies fill this
[/i][/color] room[/b][/color][/font][/center]name « Ashley or Ash
age «[/color] 23
experience «[/color] 7+ years
other characters «[/color] none yet
contact «[/color] Email or IM see my profile
how'd you find us «[/color] Bree told me...?[/color]
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you won't even know i'm
[/i][/color] gone[/b][/color][/font][/center]character's full name «[/color] Alana Lynn Meyers
Shorts «[/color] Al or Lan
Age «[/color] 17
Birthday «[/color] May 25th
Sexuality «[/color] Bisexual
Alliance «[/color] Good...
Position «[/color] Slayer in Training..
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roses, roses cold
[/b][/color][/font][/center]Eyes «[/color] Blue-grey
Hair «[/color] Dirty Blonde to Medium Brown
Height «[/color] 5’4”
Weight «[/color] 120lbs
Tattoos/Piercings/Distinguishing Features «[/color] Dark sort of gothic fairy on her right ankle.
Play-By «[/color] Thora Birch
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[/i][/color] again[/b][/color][/font][/center]Likes «[/color] Bad boys/girls, Body art, Hand to hand combat, the color black, Watermelon flavored bubblelicious,English breakfast tea (though if you ask her she’ll deny it) Chocolate explosion brownies, Collects creepy horror movie action figures, Red wine, Long walks in the moonlight, walking barefoot in the beach letting cold water merge with her skin, Black light posters, Talking smack. Broad swords. Being told what to do (by the right people), and Pain if done right. Reading suspense thriller novels in her room alone.
Dislikes «[/color] Sunshine since she doesn’t believe she belongs in that world, Being told how to fight, cross bows, books about vampires by people who have never met one, Girls who wear too much pink or care too much about fashion, spicy food, Thunderstorms, Liars, Cheats, and Players. Fighting video games. Religious people who try to force their religion. Authority. Most boy band s.
Strengths «[/color] Flexibility, Invisibility/Stealth, Feigned innocence , Hand to hand combat, Fencing
Weaknesses «[/color] at least three. Bedroom eyes, Bad boys/girls, Modern Technology, Long range weaponry
Fears «[/color] Heights, Her secrets being discovered, being shunned because of her destiny, Storms
Habits «[/color] Playing with her hair when she’s nervous, popping her gum, Listening to Punk rock, distracted by shiny weaponry
Goals «[/color] Acceptance for something other than her body or destiny
Lock Box «[/color] « Her family doesn’t follow conventional religion she grew up in a religious cult that encouraged sexual exploration with in families as long as it remained boy/girl for procreation.
Overall Personality «[/color] Alana’s personality is a quirk that not even she’s fully figured out yet. Most of the time she’s dark , cynical and confident to the point of being cocky. She tends to talk smack and tell tall tails about things that have happened to her in her past, make them sound false even when they are true.
When she fights her attitude takes a 180 and she lights up. She becomes passionate and focused. Energy returns full force though she’s easily distracted by the allure of shiny weapons. She can sit for hours polishing a broadsword until she can see her reflection flawlessly.
The only other thing that brings out passion in her is art. Everything she owns has her personal touch… actually something’s she doesn’t own have her touch.. Which gets her into trouble.
She’s made a point to make it seem as if she’s illiterate so she can hide in the library. She’s got a quirk towards suspense and mystery novels and is an avid follower of Kathy Reiches. Her intelligence comes out when she’s caught off guard while eaves dropping on other peoples conversations.
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[/i][/color] with shoelace[/b][/color][/font][/center]Father «[/color] Jacob Meyers Religious Activist
Mother «[/color] Annabel Stay at Home Mom
Siblings «[/color] Johanna Meyers 25 and Daniel Meyers 17 (twin)
Hometown «[/color] Now Los Angeles prior to that she doesn’t like to talk about it
Heritage «[/color] italian, russian, french and English...
Other «[/color] none
Best Memory «[/color] Facing one of her biggest fears?
Worst Memory «[/color] Her family finding out her sexuality and the results there in
Overall History «[/color] She grew up in a small town run by a religious fanatic claiming to be the next apostle. She has many memories of them encouraging the exploration of your own body and the bodies of those around you so long as the couplings remained heterosexual. She was engaged at one time a man significantly older than her. It was not uncommon for physical beatings to be a result of women disobeying the men.
When she was about 13 years old she was caught appreciating the form of another female. In the gated community she was easily caught and her father blew up at her. It has been pounded in her head since birth that it is gods wish that she procreate therefore same sex couplings are not only unnecessary but unwanted. When she could not be persuaded away from her feelings her father beat her and repeatedly raped her to try to straighten her out. When that didn’t work she was kicked out of not only the house but the community, written off as dead. Her family even set up a grave with her name and the date she left them.
Once she escaped the world under gods thumb so to speak she made her way into California and to LA. She stayed on the streets fighting for everything and being beaten near every time until one night her body began to change. She became stronger, faster and enabled by coming into her Slayer powers. She came upon the Fang Gang etc when she was attacked by a vampire before fully understanding her powers. She was saved from her fate and taken to the Hyperion where they realized she was more than just a street kid.
Since being accepted as a Slayer in training she’s proven to be more than they bargained for only toeing the rope when severely threatened by Buffy or Faith most of the time outside of her training sessions. Her flirting a big façade for how afraid she really is of the male population even if she is attracted to the bad boys.
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oh yeah, you can't blame him for trying
[/b][/color][/font][/center]Member Title «[/color] Slayer In Training
Roleplay Example «[/color] "Alana Lynn Meyers walked the cold hard streets of Los Angeles hungry and alone but still glad to be there. Anything being better than the place she’d called home for the first 13 years of her life, she smiled lightly arms crossed over her bosoms. Her dirty blonde hair greasy and matted as she finds her way to a cardboard box in a semi dark alley, the only light now coming from above the back door to business. “Home sweet home,” Her voice was quiet as she spoke not expecting an answer.
Laughter rang through her ears seconds later sounding almost as if she were being attacked by a hyena, only there was a human edge to it. Alana curl more into the box trying to hide herself hoping to be looked over by the owner of the voice. No such luck, with in seconds the box was torn from her with in human strength.
“What have we got here, a pretty little lamb all on its own,” a masculine voice cackled towards her. The man or what resembled a man moved towards her in predatory ferocity and nearly animalistic fashion. The man’s face turned from human to something disfigured.
The teen moved backwards as fast as her short legs would carry her. Backed into a corner her heart pounding nearly deafeningly into her ear. Her eyes close as she feels an overwhelming tingle. She stiffens as his fangs near her throat expecting the end. A piercing howl rang in her ear as she was nearly stabbed by the crossbow arrow sticking through her attacker.
Blue eyes focused beyond the mouth of ally to see several people standing there the most prominent a blonde female and a brunette male. Her heart still pounding Alana attempted to catch her breath not noticing the assent of the group nor the fact that she was hyperventilating. Before she knew it she was unconscious on the ground.“
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