Post by ashlynn on May 9, 2011 4:54:10 GMT -5
[/font]ASHLYNNKATERINALYON!?
[/center]Hey! I go by Jinx/Kir. I am seventeen and I'm loving it. I have been roleplaying for nine years and I don't plan on stopping any time soon. I have Riah, Toliver, Kaztella, Hunter all too come and unfold on this site and I think they're pretty amazing! If you want to contact me you can by panic-princess@hotmail.com.
Name: Ashlynn Katerina Lyons.
Nickname: Lynnie-Lou.
Age: sixteen.
Gender: female
Sexuality: straight
Member Group: Demigod Sophomore - Nyx's daughter.
Appearance: Coming in at just 5 '4 and weighting in at only 107 lbs she's a tiny thing of a girl. She's got big brown beautiful eyes that are framed around her long brown hair, which she's recently grown out so it comes past her shoulders even when curled. Her smile is something she's conscious of so she never smiles with her lips open, and prefers the free of make up look to not cover up her freckles which cover her tanned skin.
Personality Ashlynn is a happy person. She's good at making friends, and being a friend, keeping secrets, and taking care of people when they need it, she's someone who puts others before herself. She's quirky and strange sometimes, rash a lot of times, but she tries to stay true to herself and not let other people get to her.
Outside of Riah, and Dakota no one knows Ashlynn. In school she says nothing, she's mute unless someone calls on her, she doesn't try to make friends, and shoves people away. Her shyness has a way of bubbling up and becoming rude when she says she doesn't like people outside of her family. Ashlynn just doesn't want anyone to know, no one should see how messed up her insides can be, she's haunted by nightmares that leave her scared of people, prone to temper tantrums which lead to her powers coming out and feed into her powers, Ashlynn seems so nice but on the inside she's an emotional mess who should be medicated for a nearly spilt personality level of difference when she's alone. She's bad at talking to new people, bad at making friends and keeping them, bad at being nice when people are watching her, and just a normal girl trying to learn who she is.
Likes: midnight, the smell of camping, being outside, counting stars, dancing, playing piano, three am, watching clouds, watching game shows, being with her brother, driving around with her family.
Dislikes: fighting with her family, people who are judgemental, not being able to dance, being in pain, being hurt/sick, being away from her brother/sister, silence, being hot, being in the sun.
Mother: Nyx, ___, Goddess of Night
Father: Richard Lyon, 42, Artist.
Siblings:
Hunter Lyons - adopted brother - sixteen - son of Demeter
Riah Lyons - older sister - nineteen - daughter of Aura.
Pets:
Bixby - kitten - all black with a white tail and front two paws white.
History:
Ashlynn always knew she was special because her father told her so and she believed everything he said growing up. He told her about how she was the daughter of a goddess, Nyx, he told her she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever met, and she grew up with her face surrounding her, as he tried to remember it enough and put it onto a canvas or a sculpture, anything, but he always said something was wrong with it. Her bed time story was about how he'd met the woman, been with her for one glorious night and then she'd come back too him and given her too him, he called her his most percious gift.
When Ashlynn was eight her father passed away and she came to move and live with her Uncle David and his daughter, another demigod, Riah. They already had another child living with them who was her age, a boy by the name of Hunter who was also a demigod. From the moment the trio met no one could get between them they loved each other, they'd all been teased growing up and being together they felt good as though they actually had a family.
They moved too Richmond because Uncle David found a new job and a woman there.
Code Word: -edited out by mod-
Roleplay Post
harlow came into the tour as an only child. she'd never been forced to share any of her things before. or forced to put up with people so much as she was on the tour. she wasn't used to not having her own little space, other than a bed, not having somewhere she could off and be alone when she wanted too and in many ways it was good and bad coming into the tour. most of the time people were fighting about this, that or the other thing, that she could absolutely never keep track off and didn't want too. she figured sooner or later everyone ended up fighting with everyone. growing up she'd never hung out with people, she was a private tutor student, so dealing with people, and having them angry at her baffled her. instead she'd done what she'd always done even at home, she hid with her camera, her best and only friend she used it too see the world in all the viberate colors she wanted it too be painted in.
still a month into the tour, and she felt out of place, out of her skin without everyone. she felt like she needed them around, the silence in her head bothered her even more than normal, so she sunk into her chair and pulled her knees up, falling into her normal position, of silently watching. flicking threw the pictures she'd snapped some of them carelessly, she bit her lip at and saw not what it was but what it could be, smiling at the feeling of people around her, the energy, the murmuring, the everything that made her feel complete for a moment, because she was part of an onsomable in the lobby, part of a group even if she said nothing. She smirked when she found a good picture, pressing buttons to enlarge it, until her name was spoken.
her eyes stung for a millisecond after lingering on the screen for so long when she came to look at ricky's face, his face was nice she thought, studying him and the backdrop of the room like a photo, while a blush rose across her face as she tried to piece together where she knew him from, obviously she knew him he knew her name after all. the pink clashed with her purple hair horribly, so she looked down, gazing at her camera, to avoid his eyes. umm i'm really sorry, her blush deepened. how do i know you? she asked him looking at his face, it was clear she knew him after all he knew her name.
still a month into the tour, and she felt out of place, out of her skin without everyone. she felt like she needed them around, the silence in her head bothered her even more than normal, so she sunk into her chair and pulled her knees up, falling into her normal position, of silently watching. flicking threw the pictures she'd snapped some of them carelessly, she bit her lip at and saw not what it was but what it could be, smiling at the feeling of people around her, the energy, the murmuring, the everything that made her feel complete for a moment, because she was part of an onsomable in the lobby, part of a group even if she said nothing. She smirked when she found a good picture, pressing buttons to enlarge it, until her name was spoken.
her eyes stung for a millisecond after lingering on the screen for so long when she came to look at ricky's face, his face was nice she thought, studying him and the backdrop of the room like a photo, while a blush rose across her face as she tried to piece together where she knew him from, obviously she knew him he knew her name after all. the pink clashed with her purple hair horribly, so she looked down, gazing at her camera, to avoid his eyes. umm i'm really sorry, her blush deepened. how do i know you? she asked him looking at his face, it was clear she knew him after all he knew her name.
