Post by ebay on Jan 12, 2011 2:38:28 GMT -5
Character Name: Alyssa Marie Reynolds
Nickname(s): Lyssa
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Grade: Junior
Sexuality: Straight
Clique: Exchange Student
Weight: 115
Height: 5'3
Appearence:
Nickname(s): Lyssa
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Grade: Junior
Sexuality: Straight
Clique: Exchange Student
Weight: 115
Height: 5'3
Appearence:
When Alyssa moved from England to California, she decided that it was time for a style change. In England, at her old boarding school, she was known as what you Americans would call a 'scenester'. Now, she's just a more colorful, but toned down version of her old self. Gone is the big, colorful hair and the caked-on makeup, and in it's place is a more natural but still colorful Alyssa. She found, as soon as she arrived in California, that this toned down look was absolutely essential in the beach life she was now living. Her bright colors and ever present hats are her trademarks, trademarks she has no problem with other people recognizing her by.Personality:
Skinny and small are adjectives usually used to describe her, and they describe her well. She is skinny, something that was normal in England, but prized in the American lifestyle. She could be seen as a stick, all straight lines and barely any curves, something that started nagging her as soon as she saw all of those 'beach bunnies' as she lounged upon the beach. It's not due to a lack of trying. She eats anything and everything that she can, but has the metabolism to use it all up as soon as she's finished eating. She has never been athletic, in fact, she finds that when she tries to become a soccer/volleyball/lacrosse player that she fails miserably. Her idea of exercising includes a walk along the beach and roller blading to get anywhere.
As for facial features, Alyssa could be called 'pretty' though it takes a certain type of person to see her as so. She has a nose ring, large brown eyes and high cheekbones. Her lips, usually graced with a dark red lipstick (or completely nude) are big for her face, and one of the most prominent features she has. Every once in a while she will slip back into her old ways and add more eye makeup or face makeup than could be considered 'usual' though she certainly doesn't need much makeup. She has a clear, though pale complexion, something the sun here in California is certainly helping with.
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[+]Outgoing-- Lyssa tends to be extremely outgoing. While in England, she was a quiet girl, someone that not many people noticed because she was usually stuck with her own group. However, as soon as she left England, she decided she wanted a whole new lease on life. She forced herself to talk to other people, and soon found that there was no reason to be shy...if they didn't like her or she ended up not liking her, she would move on to someone new. Her slight obsession with roller blading, and her cute English accent helps a lot with meeting new people, and honestly is a great topic of conversation. In a party setting, she is the little busy bee that flits around talking to almost everybody.History:
[-]Judgemental-- It honestly doesn't take much to turn Lyssa off of the idea of being friends with you. All it takes is the wrong set of words, or the wrong joke about being English, and she's gone as fast as she can get herself out of the situation. It's something that she learned from her father, who never believed you should have to work to like someone. Pretty much, everything is black and white when it comes to first impressions, and first impressions are the most important thing.
[+]Mature-- Well, when it comes to perverted jokes, not so much. However, she is quite mature for her age. She knows how to cook, she has a job, she likes to work for her money and she spends it wisely. The only thing that she relates to when it comes to the 'typical' high school attitude is the idea of making everything sexual. It's just how her brain works.
[+/-]Loyal--Loyal to the end, that is. It's both good and bad. Good, because when she likes you, Lyssa is a forever friend. There will be nothing that will turn her against you. Even, that is, when they do something that hurts her. For some reason, if someone hurts her she will still be friends with them. Loyal to the end. It's something that she never saw her father do and something that she told herself that she would change about herself. And so change it she did.
[+/-]Flirty--There is one thing of her father's that Lyssa inherited, rather than just part of his genes in her conception. She also registered his flirtatiousness. She loves to flirt, and does so so naturally that sometimes it can be seen as a tease. It's how she interacts with the male gender. This flirtatiousness, however, is seen by her as a regular part of her own self, rather than "flirting". So how does she actually flirt? Well, she tends to go a little further with the boys that she actually likes, and yes, I mean physically. If she likes you, it's nothing to her to kiss you. Sometimes, it means nothing. Sometimes, it means something. In order to be absolutely sure of whether it means something, you'd have to know her very well, as she tends to act a little less 'flighty' around the guys she actually likes.
[-] Sarcastic--Lyssa has this extraordinary ability to take any lapse in anyone's judgement and turn it on them, with no thought as to whether they'll register it as an offence or they'll recognize the sarcasm. She deplores people that don't see her sarcasm for what it is. If you are easily offended, you might as well not talk to her, as any conversation will turn on you eventually. However, if you are sarcastic as well, she will love you, for all that you are. The people that can take the teasing and the sarcasm are the people she wants to surround herself with.
When Alyssa was ten years old, she came home to strange sounds emanating from her parents' room. As she closed the door behind her and grabbed her favorite Lucky Charms from the cabinet, the sounds stopped. As she poured the cereal from the box into a bowl, a window opened and closed. And as she grabbed the milk bottle from the refrigerator, her father emerged from his room, looking ruffled, and very out of breath.Sample Rp:
"What were those sounds daddy?" she asked. "Nothing, love...let's not tell your mommy you heard thos sounds okay?" For six years, Alyssa complied to her father's request. About once a month for each of those six years she would come home to those sounds, but they didn't always stop, and sometimes instead of leaving through the window, the girls would leave out the front door. She found that by putting headphones in when this happened, or by watching television without looking towards the hallway to the door, she was able to successfully stop the thoughts being pushed throughout her mind. Her father wasn't cheating, he was exercising. He must be.
And yet she could never fully understand why her father was doing this. His relationship with her mother seemed stable enough. She would come home from work and they would prepare dinner together, her father's sleeves pushed up over his elbows and her mother's dark hair falling over her light eyes. There seemed to be nothing wrong. Not that she could see anyways.
For this reason she found it easy to pretend as if nothing was going on. At least for the first couple of years. Later on, when she was about fifteen, she mentioned one of her father's most recent escapades to a friend of hers, one that soon introduced her to the bottle of whiskey that her friend's father kept behind the back cupboard. "It happens all the time" her friend explained, motioning to the bottle Alyssa held loosely in hand, "my father's affair just happens to be the alcohol."
After her first experience with alcohol, Alyssa soon found that if she just so happened to not come home, she wouldn't have to deal with her father's many affairs. She spent her nights at parties, usually staying the night, and mostly in some guy's bed.
So her family's pseudo-life continued, until the day that Lana appeared. Alyssa had been at home all week after a little tryst with the police had left her house bound for a while. This woman that her father was with was loud, a little too loud. She was also stupid, actually stopping by to talk to Alyssa after she and Alyssa's father were...finished. She was an American, that much was for sure by her accent, and for some reason believed that what she and Alyssa's father had was 'love'. She told Alyssa so the night that her mother came home early. Boy was that a night.
"Alyssa! Sweetie!" the door opened and closed behind Alyssa, who was sitting on the couch, a bottle of beer held loosely in hand. "Mom?" Her mother held a bottle of wine and a wrapped present in her arms. Her makeup was done perfectly, and she had made a trip to the hairdresser. "It's our anniversary!" she motioned towards Alyssa's father's car out front.
Alyssa felt like she was in a reality tv show. There was no way. No way in hell. She did notice, however, that the sounds had stopped at her mother's greeting. Maybe her dad would be able to salvage the situation. "She's out there?" Nope, no way in hell. Alyssa smiled a little bit as her mother's face dropped at the sound of another woman's voice. Her mother looked at her in confusion, as if she was looking for an answer. Horror crossed her face at the implication, and she stalked towards the door of her room. Pulling the door open, she stood there and her shoulders slumped at the sight, something Alyssa could only imagine was not so pleasant. The bottle of wine and the present both dropped from her mother's arms.
The fight that Alyssa was expecting never happened. Instead, her mother looked at her father, a dismayed expression upon her pretty face, and said one word.
"Out."
And her father was out. He packed every piece of his clothing as her mother went around erasing the evidence of his existence in that house.
To say that Alyssa was a bit of a problem child after that would be an understatement. She spent every moment she could out, partying, with her friends, getting in trouble. It was her way of getting back at her mother, someone, she found out later, who had known exactly what was going on the whole time. Her one condition was that she was never to see the women her husband slept with. For that, Alyssa was furious, unwilling to realize it was exactly what she had been doing the whole time. Instead, she blamed the dissolution of her parent's marriage on her mother, while refusing to go under the custody of her father.
It only took a couple of months before her father called with the news that Lana, the American tourist, was pregnant. They were moving to the US, to California, he explained over the phone, and they wanted to take Alyssa with them. She fought them, tooth and nail, but by that time, her mother couldn't stand having Alyssa in the house, and argued with the judge that being in America would help her anyways, get her away from the friends that, she believed, were bad influences. And Alyssa was totally cramping her dating opportunities.
California, it turned out, was exactly what Alyssa needed. No, there was not one hundred eighty degree turnaround, she was still the same party girl, she just had less opportunities to get drunk and have sex. Instead, she turned to the beach and the cities around her to explore, to get her away from the life, she realized, she wasn't really living.
Lyssa gazed out over the sea as she reached into her little black backpack. Her roller blades lay close, the pink of the leather clashing horribly with the bright green laces. Just as she liked all of her things, all of her clothes, all horribly clashing and all somehow seeming to work. Producing a little red box, she reached in and pulled out a cigarette, something she saved for the times she was really really upset. This was one of those times.Celeb:
She knew that there would be a time that Lana and her father, Albert, would fight, but she certainly did not expect to be there for the first time, and she really hated the fact that her little brother had had to see it as well. She was sure that the fight had had something to do with the hormones racing through Lana's body, but she couldn't get past the fact that her father took the chance to fight anyways. Everyone should know that pregnancy had an affect on the emotions of the pregnant.
That's right, Lana had broken the news only a few days ago. She was pregnant with their second, though more legitimate, child. Ever since then, Albert had been on edge. It made Lyssa wonder...maybe he hadn't been planning on an actual relationship, maybe he had been planning on something more...easy to get out of. It sounded like something the lawyer would do.
She lit the cigarette, laying back onto the sand as she did so, careful not to let any of the ash touch her light green dress. It was one of her most prized possessions, almost a staple in her wardrobe, and not something she wanted to ruin with the very first cigarette she smoked since she got here.
That was something that she was surprised by. Ever since they moved to California, she hadn't found a need to do, well, anything that pissed her father off. Inhaling, she thought it over. Albert and her mom had been that way for most of Lyssa's childhood, she could see it happening again.
Sighing deeply, she looked over to her left, towards the people playing beach volleyball, the girls in their pink, green or yellow polka dotted bikinis, the boys in their less colorful swim trunks. She had expected a little more variation when it came to California, but apparently all the people that found ways to express themselves as something other than the 'average' teenager were not found at the beach. Which was an absolute pity, Lyssa loved the beach. Her eyes moved over the boys, checking them out slightly before moving on. Mothers sat reading while children played in the shore. She watched a girl, about her age, pull a little boy, still toddling about, away as he had toddled a little too close to the shore. She wondered when she would be doing the same. There would be a time, she knew, when Lana would trust her enough to bring Danny to the beach. Not yet, though, she was still in the 'new mommy' phase. She never left the child's side.
Stubbing the cigarette out in the sand, she stood, brushing the sand off of her arms and legs, her back, before heading to the nearest trashcan. She dropped the butt off in there, hating the idea of ruining the perfect sand with a butt, even if it was just one.
Swaying slightly (it had been a long time since she smoked, and she got a huge buzz off of it), she dropped back into the sand. Maybe it was time to go back home, maybe the fight was over. Though if she knew her father it would go on for a long time after Lana would concede that he was right. Law school was good for one thing, she guessed.
She sat up and pulled the skates on over her knee high black and white striped socks, and made sure that her gray hat sat just right over her hair. Look nothing but the best, it had been pounded into her from birth, by both her mother and her father, by the many parties she had attended with them, pretending to be the perfect child. Nothing but the best for little Lyssa Marie.
Danielle Artaud (Dani Gore)Out Of Character:
Bee
18 years old
roleplaying since 2005
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