Post by Lilyanna Marie Dawson on Dec 25, 2009 2:45:12 GMT -5
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lilyannamariedawson
bonjour, my name is TELSA. i've got EIGHTEEN
tracks spinning on my record. i've got serious skill 'cause i've been roleplaying for THREE YEARS and i live in the CENTRAL timezone.
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name , Lilyanna Marie Dawson
nicknames , Lily, Tiger Lily, Lily Flower
age & date of birth , 19, June 15th
gender , Female
sexual orientation , Heterosexual
played by , Nina Dobrev
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height , Five feet and five inches.
weight , One hundred and twenty-seven pounds.
tattoos and piercings , Her ears are peirced, but nothing else. She wants a tatoo of a rose on her lower back.
distinguishing features , When looking at Lilyanna, her skin has a slight tan to it. Her chocolate brown eyes are and exact match for her long brown hair. Those brown eyes rarely have some glimmer of happiness in them. Rather, they’re full of hate and malice as she glares at masters who pass by in the market. When she’s happy, you’ll know it because her face lights up with a smile. It’s rare to see it, so most usually say it’s her best feature.
physical flaws , Scars from being punished for her outburst about a year ago.
personal style , Well, Lilyanna knows that she doesn’t have a choice in what she would wear which totally blows to her. But for her, she would rather have a large range of clothing to choose from rather than stick to one style.
Jeans would be her best friend no doubt. Denim would be a favorite and she would have a range from skinny to flare jeans. Colorful tops would be perfect in describing who she is. Flowy tops are nice for when she’s feeling a little more laid back and wants to be relaxed. Skinny jeans and converse for when she wants to put on a tough exterior and tell people to back off. After all, she does have a short temper. Even on nice summer days she wouldn’t mind wearing a sun dress.
Now, that would be if she wasn’t a slave and everyone was equal. However that isn’t the case. Unfortunately for Lilyanna she’s stuck in revealing clothes or usually stripped down to bare skin. It would be nice if she could actually wear some real clothes and look decent for once in her life.
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likes ,
dislikes ,
strengths ,
weaknesses ,
fears ,
ideals , Anti - Slavery.
overall personality , At a young age, Lilyanna was more fearful than anything. The life of a slave was new to her, and she didn’t know what to do. The market was a dark place, and being chained in a cage didn’t help her self esteem. The masters made her afraid and back then she was actually obedient. Being a toy slave, she didn’t mind dressing up for her master. It was like playing dress up for her. However, as she grew older, it became tedious and boring, for her and her current master.
By this point, she was easily annoyed by people and hated it when people would ask her a stupid question. So as she was transferred to a maid, she began to grow a temper. For the four years she worked as a maid, the temper was building inside her. One day, she just exploded. Now she had a short temper that usually gets her in trouble and makes her a difficult slave. It usually drives away masters from buying her.
However, Lilyanna is quite compassionate to those who are fearful of slavery, being in their shoes and understanding what they’re going through. Those who are also against slavery she is loyal to. She wants to be part of the rebellion, but rather than become a master, she would rather see the world in equals like she heard in stories of a world from long ago. Between being loyal and compassionate, Lilyanna is a good friend to have and will most likely look out for you and watch your back.
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hometown , New York, New York, USA.
father , David Micheal Dawson, 45, Slave
mother , Katrina Elizabeth, 42, Breeding Slave
siblings , None.
species , Human
abilities and powers , None she is a human.
owns or owned by , No one yet.
collar , Pink
charms , Black, Red
history , For as long as Lilyanna could remember, she had always been a slave. She was born into it, and raised into it. Most likely, she was going to stay a slave for the rest of her life. Her mother was a breeding slave and her father was a standard cooking slave. Her father was punished for not doing his job, and her mother became pregnant with Lilyanna. Her mother was punished as well for not becoming pregnant by her master, but by another slave. So they only saw it fitting for her mother’s punishment that her child would be a thorough bred slave. Made of slave blood, her master decided that her child would forever be a slave and would never be anything more.
When Lily turned five, she was taken to the market and put up for sale. The environment of the market was scary for her, and made her fearful of the life she was going to live. For a year she was on the market, people coming and going, but never taking interest in her. However, when she turned six she was bought as a toy slave. For about eight years she was kept as a toy slave, until her master grew bored with her and was put back on the market. This time, she was put up for sale as a maid. It was better than being a toy, but by this point, Lily was starting to feel anger towards this so called life as a slave. She developed a short temper, and it got her in trouble one day. After four years of being a maid, she refused to do a chore, losing her temper with her master. Lily was quickly punished and put back into the market. By this time she was eighteen, and it was only fitting since she was of age to become a pleasure slave, along with a black and red charms. The guards would make sure that she would be taught a lesson and become the obedient slave she was supposed to be.
Lilyanna is now nineteen years old and has been sitting on the market for a year. Her pink collar with black and red charms attract customers, but with her short temper and likely ability to flare up at people, it drove them away. They wanted an obedient slave, not someone they would have to take the time in breaking. So, day after day she sits in the market as people pass her by. Her brown eyes glare at the masters in anger, wanting this new government of masters and slaves to be abolished.
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roleplay sample ,
"A vampire? Come on get a grip. There’s no such thing as vampires. Those are just silly stories made up to scare kids to make them be home before curfew.”
“I don’t care what you say. It's not just a silly story for kids anymore. I know they’re real and I’ve seen them. Isn't it odd that all the victims have puncture marks and are drained of blood? You know what, forget it. If you won’t help me with this case then I’ll solve it myself.” And with that she stormed out of the detective’s office, slamming the door behind her.
The city streets were eerily quiet where she was. The dark alleys casting strange shadows along the walls of buildings, a warning to stay away. It made her a little uncomfortable as she made her way home, and the feeling of someone watching her set in. Her walk stopped and she took a moment to look around, her eyes not seeing anyone around the area. She began to pick up the pace, her walk now a stride as she continued back to her place. Her heart fluttered in her chest, a small sweat breaking onto her forehead, and panic begain to set in. She now broke out into a sprint. The alleys and the buildings blurred as she tried to escape whatever was following her.
She was suddenly pulled in to the dark alley. Her body and head were slammed against the wall hard. Her vision blurred, and she tried to regain her sight. Crimson eyes full of hunger were staring her down, sharp teeth were exposed in a deadly smile. The ice cold hand closed around her throat closing off her airway and making her choke for air. Was this the vampire she was looking for? It seemed like he had found her before she could get to him. Surely she couldn’t let him get away with this. Would he?
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Vicki set the book down, her own heart hammering in her chest. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, getting so wrapped up in the thrill of her vampire novel. The book was getting so good now. Yes, it was all in a book she was reading. The teenager removed her purple reading glasses that sat in front of her ice blue eyes. As she leaned back to stretch, her pale long, straight blonde hair fell down her back.
She stretched her arms above her head, letting the blood rush to her motionless shoulders. How long had she been sitting on that park bench now? She wore nothing fancy. All that consisted of her wardrobe was just a simple maroon three quarters length sleeve shirt with a white camisole peeking through, along with a simple pair of faded jeans with numerous holes. A pair of black flip flops were on her feet.
The girl was just your average seventeen year old teenager. Nothing was really special about her. She stretched again, flexing her feet and stretching her legs. Vicki checked her phone to see that she had been at the park way longer than she expected. Her eyes glanced around to see that it was now dark and the park lights had come on. Another sigh slipped from her lips. Glancing back at her phone, she found that it would be best for her to go home at this late hour.
“I don’t care what you say. It's not just a silly story for kids anymore. I know they’re real and I’ve seen them. Isn't it odd that all the victims have puncture marks and are drained of blood? You know what, forget it. If you won’t help me with this case then I’ll solve it myself.” And with that she stormed out of the detective’s office, slamming the door behind her.
The city streets were eerily quiet where she was. The dark alleys casting strange shadows along the walls of buildings, a warning to stay away. It made her a little uncomfortable as she made her way home, and the feeling of someone watching her set in. Her walk stopped and she took a moment to look around, her eyes not seeing anyone around the area. She began to pick up the pace, her walk now a stride as she continued back to her place. Her heart fluttered in her chest, a small sweat breaking onto her forehead, and panic begain to set in. She now broke out into a sprint. The alleys and the buildings blurred as she tried to escape whatever was following her.
She was suddenly pulled in to the dark alley. Her body and head were slammed against the wall hard. Her vision blurred, and she tried to regain her sight. Crimson eyes full of hunger were staring her down, sharp teeth were exposed in a deadly smile. The ice cold hand closed around her throat closing off her airway and making her choke for air. Was this the vampire she was looking for? It seemed like he had found her before she could get to him. Surely she couldn’t let him get away with this. Would he?
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Vicki set the book down, her own heart hammering in her chest. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, getting so wrapped up in the thrill of her vampire novel. The book was getting so good now. Yes, it was all in a book she was reading. The teenager removed her purple reading glasses that sat in front of her ice blue eyes. As she leaned back to stretch, her pale long, straight blonde hair fell down her back.
She stretched her arms above her head, letting the blood rush to her motionless shoulders. How long had she been sitting on that park bench now? She wore nothing fancy. All that consisted of her wardrobe was just a simple maroon three quarters length sleeve shirt with a white camisole peeking through, along with a simple pair of faded jeans with numerous holes. A pair of black flip flops were on her feet.
The girl was just your average seventeen year old teenager. Nothing was really special about her. She stretched again, flexing her feet and stretching her legs. Vicki checked her phone to see that she had been at the park way longer than she expected. Her eyes glanced around to see that it was now dark and the park lights had come on. Another sigh slipped from her lips. Glancing back at her phone, she found that it would be best for her to go home at this late hour.
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mmkay. so this application hurr was made by AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !? of caution. steal it or take off this credit, and i shall hunt you down and eat your insides! lyrics credit to lily allen.