Post by Silvia Irissia Davis on Aug 16, 2011 14:59:01 GMT -5
[/size]SILVIAIRISSIADAVIS!?
[/center]Hey! I go by Rei. I am thirteen and I'm loving it. I have been roleplaying for about one year and I don't plan on stopping any time soon. I have no other characters on this site and I think they're pretty amazing! If you want to contact me you can by PM me. But if I don't log on after 2 months emailing is acceptable..
Name: Silvia Irissia Davis
Nickname: Silvia
Age: seventeen
Gender: female
Sexuality: straight
Playby: Nikki Yanofsky
Member Group: Silvia is a Junior and a demi god. Her godly parent is Apollo.
Appearance: Silvia is a 5''6 girl with long wavy/curly dark brown hair. She has large brown/black eyes and thick and long brown eyelashes. Her skin tone is a gentle olive tone. She wears a size 9 and has a thin build. She is flexible and light, weighing 120 pounds.
Personality: Silvia has a bit of a optimistic personality. She likes knowing whats ahead of her and is very ambitious. Silvia is also very competitive and likes to win, though she doesn't make a big deal if she doesn't. Silvia is also hot headed and stubborn, she is feisty and likes her way. Even if another's is better. She may at times though be open minded. But she normally tends to follow her own guidelines. Silvia though fiesty does take in account other people's feelings and opinions, never wanting to cause problems.
Likes: SIlvia likes warmth, being around people, being praised or admired, she likes winning, and she likes the outdoors to a certain extent.
Dislikes: Silvia hates anything more than an inch of snow, she hates being looked down apon and hates being critised, she strongly dislikes over sized creatures such as spiders and dogs, Silvia dislikes pushy people or people who are over competitive and snobby, she doesn't like humid days, and she doesn't like long bike rides or runs. She hates being alone or being rejected and she does have a fear of silent dark streets.
Mother: Lorellie Davis, 32, journalist
Father: Nick Davis, 35, U.S military
Siblings: NONE
Pets: NONE
History:
Silvia was born on August 10, she was born to a unknown couple, the two abandoning her when they had the first chance. Not that Silvia cares, she knews she's adopted, and is glad. Her adoptive parents being very acceptant of her 'uniqueness' as they call it.
Silvia has no siblings so she grew up an only child. Being spoiled and in Killeen, Texas. Silvia grew up adored, her eyes large and big, her ancestry claimed to be Egyptian, since all the Arabs say she has Egyptian eyes. Which is a good thing, since it's said Egyptian eyes attract people to you, not like it mattered anyway, if it wasn't her eyes, it was her voice. Silvia was never shy and always believed to be perfect. Though never really, she often attracted great friends, as well as great rivals, and she always ended her day with a competition, either winning or losing she always competed.
When Silvia was around the age of 7 her parents told her she was adopted. But she already knew, she just never wanted to tell them, it was clear logic she was adopted with her smoothly tanned skin large blackish brown eyes on long dark brown wavy hair. Whereas her adoptive mother had long straight auburn hair, grey eyes, and easily burned skin and her adoptive father had sunshine blonde hair and caramel brown eyes.
Her adoptive father works for the military, so Silvia wasn't surprised when he told her they finally had to move, since they remained in the same place for nearly 17 years. But what did surprise her was the fact she was moving alone, her father was to deploy soon and her mother had been offered a high paying job as a journalist to travel to South America. So their only choice was to send her to a boarding school in Richmond, Virginia, which is where Mr. Davis's family lives.
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Roleplay Post
Practice makes perfect. Is that not what they all say? You practice and work your butt off to get someone else’s perfect, but do you ever get your own? these words were elegantly placed on Lyssia’s violet journal. The gold ink blending smoothly with the cream pages, the book was worth more than necessary, but it was a gift from her parents. Smiling she placed the gold pen in the book, the crystal’s shimmering in the sunlight of the bright morning. Sunday, was in fact, a lazy day for her. She had nothing to do, and if she had things to do, she didn’t have the willingness to do them. Smiling she let the expensive journal sit on the bare grass, her green eyes clear and relaxed as she picked up the nearby soccer ball.
Walking onto the field her blonde ponytail swung from side to side the a clock’s bell. Her mind whirling with the imagination within, There she is Berlitz guarding the goal. Up comes Bauer, she shoots, and Berlitz blocks! the German girl laughed lightly at that. Her sounds barely audible in the soft carefree air, the day was a bit silent. Not many people were out, a jogger, a rushed adult, maybe even a couple. But it was too early to see the normal field traffic. Which was a relief since Lyssia didn’t enjoy being watched when she fell on her butt, that was if she fell at all. But there was always a chance at falling and embarrassing yourself in front of these strangers, and Lyssia wasn’t one to take chances.
Letting the ball slip out of her hands she watched it hit the cool, cut, green grass. A smile slightly faded on her face she she kicked it down field. Lyssia loved soccer, like just about every European, and she played the sport. Well for a girl, but she was goalie, therefore not really considered the best player. But she didn’t mind, you can’t be good at everything, not like she was, a fail at music, too shy to be class president, bashful to dance at discos, what did she have other than poetry and literature? In her green eyes nothing, she didn’t have the hardship everyone else had to push them forward, she didn’t have the power that the others had to make themselves known. Lyssia was simply a ordinary girl with a extraordinary skill with poetry, not that anyone cared much for it. When was the last time you saw the face of a famous poet on a newspaper or magazine? Do you see the paparazzi chasing them around? No. You don’t here small girl screaming the names of famous poets nor wearing their faces to school. Poets were simply never noticed, not that Lyssia minded. What would life be like always noticed? Would she actually enjoy having her face plastered on some kid’s Monday outfit of schoolbag, surely not, the thought at a normal time sent a shiver down her spine. She preferred not being everywhere at once, but since she was on the soccer field her mind was at peace. Every thought was on the ball ahead of her as she continued her paced run. Never missing a step as she ran down the field towards the large white net, Lyssia, in her own mind was nothing to notice.
Maybe she was more self-conscious and saw the mistakes in herself that others didn’t, or maybe she couldn’t see herself at all. Either way Lyssie was never proud of herself, but she was proud of others. She was proud of her genius father and sister, both in the field of Microbiology, she was proud of her brilliant mother, and her smart brother. Lyssie was proud of the kid next door who could run a mile without feeling breathless and she was proud of the baby down the block who never cried, but Lyssie was never, and this is a emphasis on never, proud of herself. The reasoning behind this was never certain, her mother believes it’s because her nature is kind, her father believes Lyssie just doesn’t feel ready to live up to expectations, but nobody is ever certain why this brilliant girl never sees herself brilliant. Not that many people know she doesn’t see herself in such a way, she tends to act so normal it’s hard to believe she could ever find more than a million things wrong with herself, but she does, and she always will. Dribbling down the field the girl got so wrapped up in her own thoughts she began tumbling. Her hand breaking her fall with a painful halt, and the ball continued to roll away. Blushing with embarrassment she hoped no one saw that. See this is the reason I don’t practice with others… she thought half angry half amused.
