Post by Talasyn Richards on May 13, 2011 22:47:55 GMT -5
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[/center]Hey! I go by Tally. I am ancient by most RPer's standards and I'm loving it. I have been roleplaying for online since 1993 and I don't plan on stopping any time soon. I have no other chars yet on this site and I think they're pretty amazing! If you want to contact me you can by PM.
Name: Talasyn Michelle Richards
Nickname: Tally, TM, Ms. Richards
Age: Thirty-one
Gender: female
Sexuality: straight
Member Group: Regular teacher - Chemistry
Appearance: Small in stature and kinda mousey, Talasyn has never been one to turn heads. She has long brown hair that she usually keeps up while teaching but has it in loose curls when off-duty. Her big brown eyes tend to dominate her facial features but when she smiles that big. infectiously radiant smile lights up a room. Her frame is very slender and willowy but she has the right curves to still be feminine despite her very delicate looking appearance. Often she wears glasses and is forever pushing them up the bridge of her nose.
Personality: This woman is not one of those that are the life of the party. In class she is authoritative in that quiet and demanding manner, never raising her voice and withering out of line students with a glance and a raised eyebrow but she is never cruel nor mean to them, always making herself available should they need help or if they just need someone to talk to.
But with other adults and especially in social situations it's a whole other story. She can be painfully shy and tends to stutter a bit when really nervous. There is also a fear of men that was placed in her by her past. She isn't comfortable around them and fidgets and stutters often when alone with one that is outside of the realm of professional situations.
Likes: her job, children, singing, cooking, knitting, driving fast, loud music, dancing
Dislikes: Obnoxious men, green beans, going to social functions, public speaking (outside the classroom), snobby people
Mother:Marissa Richards, 64, Biology Professor
Father: Theodore Richards,70, Anthropology Professor
Siblings: None
Pets: Cat named Tony
History: She grew up the only child of a pair of college professors and as such Academia has always been a large focus of her life. Her earliest memories are of being in the classroom as her mother and father would take her to work with them. She learned to read and write at an early age, languages came second nature to her as she absorbed info like a sponge. Surrounded by adults most all her life as she was home schooled and expected to follow strict rules of behavior to reflect well on her parents she never really experienced nor developed social skills that most children do when dealing with peers. It made her awkward when she herself was admitted to college at the age of sixteen, well ahead of other's her age.
Most of her time was spent studying and locked in her dorm room even though she longed to go out to the party going on on the floor. Instead she would dance around her dorm room by herself and pretend that she was that girl that everyone wanted to know and be around. Popular and pretty. But she never acted on it.
Even so a solitary recluse still has to get out and about on campus. It was while attending a production of Shakespeare in the Park that she encountered a boy that would change her fate.
On the way home, in the dark she heard a second set of footsteps behind her. Head tucked she tried to walk quicker and quicker till she tripped over a piece of broken sidewalk and fell face first, breaking her glasses. The footsteps behind her turned into a run and there was a boy that knelt down beside her and helped her up. He wore a leather jacket and ripped jeans and had that careless hair that fell over his forehead. But it was his devilish smile that drew her attention. Helped her up and walked her back to her dorm and by the time she closed the door on him in the hallway she was head over heels and had a date.
They dated for about a year before things got ugly. The bad boy side of him came out more and more and things turned abusive. It came to a head one night in the Quad when campus security had to pull him off her where he'd beaten her severely. She spent some time in the hospital and once she was released she went quietly back to her routine of classes, library, food, and study, studiously avoiding all others. She never heard from the boy again and had no idea what happened to him.
Once she earned her Masters she left the state for a job at a unique private school, not sure what to expect when she got there but quickly adapting to life among others that were so different. But after a few years she found her niche and found her way, learning herself that teaching was a calling that she hadn't even realized. She was able to share her love and fascination of Chemistry and science with young minds. And while she became a good teacher and effective, she still never formed a strong rapport with her fellow faculty, always feeling the odd person out among them.
Code Word: Removed by Admin
Roleplay Post
It had been a week since she'd been hired and Kayla had most certainly put her best foot forward through it all. She'd pitched in and helped the other servers, helped the bartender back behind the bar when they needed a potty break or a smoke break and even picked up the extra shifts that the other waitresses called in on. She was just so grateful that her new bosses hadn't yet asked for any paperwork or ID she wanted to make the best impression possible so that they never had any reason to look at her through a microscope. Maybe the informal hiring that she'd gotten was a blessing. Maybe each of the owners assumed the other did the paperwork. Either way, she was grateful.
The new job had come with the need for some new clothes. She tried to play it by ear, getting a couple of nice looking, but not too racy, black outfits and some nice shoes. The shoes weren't too practical for waitressing but they looked right with the outfits and besides, if the other gals could do it in four inch stilletos she could manage in a little pump, surely. The one problem she faced that took a little creative thinking was how to get ready for work when she was relying in showers at the bus terminals, truck stops, and sometimes even washing up in gas station bathrooms.
But it was a problem she solved by showing up for her shift at least two hours early each day. She used the employee's washroom with it's little shower. She didn't want to ask why it had, had to be put in, not really wanting to think about the possibility of a patron throwing up on her during a shift or, heaven forbid, having to wash blood off because of some fight. While she was polite and friendly to everyone she managed to keep her distance from the other employees when it came to her personal life and any details pertaining to it. She had particularly avoided the head bouncer after meeting him on her interview. That man scared the crap outta her! It was almost as if you stood under the scrutiny of those eyes for too long they'd see right through you and if they didn't see what they liked they'd end you. It was not a pleasant feeling. She'd learned to keep her head down around him and to keep her customers happy and peaceful.
Where some of the waitresses might have slugged some patron for grabbing their ass she merely moved aside, out of reach and told them with a smile not to get fresh, using those gentle flirting tactics she'd learned back at Cooter Brown's to discourage the handsiness. Her sweetness was both a blessing and a curse but she genuinely tried to treat everyone kindly and always greeted folks with a smile. One particular evening she'd even managed to prevent a fight between four burly biker types before it happened, spotting them across the way and changing direction to move her tiny little frame in between them. A hand on one chest of one and one on the other she'd managed to keep them separated and distracted enough to listen to her softly spoken words. Between her calming attitude, bright, sweet smiles, an offer to buy a round of drinks for all four of them, and promising to dance with one of them she'd averted the disaster. She did NOT want Ty to have to intercede and draw attention to herself. She'd hoped that she's stopped it before he'd noticed and was relieved that he hadn't come over.
The dance hadn't been a picnic either but she managed to keep a smile on her face, strained as it was, and mostly keep the biker from pawing at her too much. The rest of the night had gone smoothly and in fact the patrons she attended to seems to become a bit more at ease, mellowed, enjoying themselves instead of drowning their sorrows and looking for trouble. She didn't like violence, not at all so she tried to head it off at the pass at every chance.
So far no one mentioned her coming in so early or mentioned it being odd that she got ready there, actually blow drying her hair out straight and wearing make-up. She thought her Momma would drop dead if she saw the hooker red lipstick she was wearing but it all went together nicely.
Everything had been going so smoothly. It was her last thought before she climbed into her pick up truck and spread her sleeping bag out over the big, old front seat. Thankfully it was an old truck with the massive bench seat. It had been the double shift that did her in. She was dog tired. Her feet hurt. Her body ached and she could barely keep her eyes open. She'd changed, as usual, in the bathroom again and was in her normal tattered jeans and t-shirt, cowboy boots on her feet. She thought it'd be safe enough back here to get some sleep, the employee's parking lot small and secluded from the street, the big building blocking the view back there. No one elver seemed to be out there when she pulled in so she figured they'd all gone home for the day. Her shotgun beside her on the bench seat she'd drifted off into sleep, never expecting to be bothered.
The new job had come with the need for some new clothes. She tried to play it by ear, getting a couple of nice looking, but not too racy, black outfits and some nice shoes. The shoes weren't too practical for waitressing but they looked right with the outfits and besides, if the other gals could do it in four inch stilletos she could manage in a little pump, surely. The one problem she faced that took a little creative thinking was how to get ready for work when she was relying in showers at the bus terminals, truck stops, and sometimes even washing up in gas station bathrooms.
But it was a problem she solved by showing up for her shift at least two hours early each day. She used the employee's washroom with it's little shower. She didn't want to ask why it had, had to be put in, not really wanting to think about the possibility of a patron throwing up on her during a shift or, heaven forbid, having to wash blood off because of some fight. While she was polite and friendly to everyone she managed to keep her distance from the other employees when it came to her personal life and any details pertaining to it. She had particularly avoided the head bouncer after meeting him on her interview. That man scared the crap outta her! It was almost as if you stood under the scrutiny of those eyes for too long they'd see right through you and if they didn't see what they liked they'd end you. It was not a pleasant feeling. She'd learned to keep her head down around him and to keep her customers happy and peaceful.
Where some of the waitresses might have slugged some patron for grabbing their ass she merely moved aside, out of reach and told them with a smile not to get fresh, using those gentle flirting tactics she'd learned back at Cooter Brown's to discourage the handsiness. Her sweetness was both a blessing and a curse but she genuinely tried to treat everyone kindly and always greeted folks with a smile. One particular evening she'd even managed to prevent a fight between four burly biker types before it happened, spotting them across the way and changing direction to move her tiny little frame in between them. A hand on one chest of one and one on the other she'd managed to keep them separated and distracted enough to listen to her softly spoken words. Between her calming attitude, bright, sweet smiles, an offer to buy a round of drinks for all four of them, and promising to dance with one of them she'd averted the disaster. She did NOT want Ty to have to intercede and draw attention to herself. She'd hoped that she's stopped it before he'd noticed and was relieved that he hadn't come over.
The dance hadn't been a picnic either but she managed to keep a smile on her face, strained as it was, and mostly keep the biker from pawing at her too much. The rest of the night had gone smoothly and in fact the patrons she attended to seems to become a bit more at ease, mellowed, enjoying themselves instead of drowning their sorrows and looking for trouble. She didn't like violence, not at all so she tried to head it off at the pass at every chance.
So far no one mentioned her coming in so early or mentioned it being odd that she got ready there, actually blow drying her hair out straight and wearing make-up. She thought her Momma would drop dead if she saw the hooker red lipstick she was wearing but it all went together nicely.
Everything had been going so smoothly. It was her last thought before she climbed into her pick up truck and spread her sleeping bag out over the big, old front seat. Thankfully it was an old truck with the massive bench seat. It had been the double shift that did her in. She was dog tired. Her feet hurt. Her body ached and she could barely keep her eyes open. She'd changed, as usual, in the bathroom again and was in her normal tattered jeans and t-shirt, cowboy boots on her feet. She thought it'd be safe enough back here to get some sleep, the employee's parking lot small and secluded from the street, the big building blocking the view back there. No one elver seemed to be out there when she pulled in so she figured they'd all gone home for the day. Her shotgun beside her on the bench seat she'd drifted off into sleep, never expecting to be bothered.
