Post by Leighton Haffield on Sept 7, 2011 17:02:02 GMT -5
[/font]EKATERINALEIGHTONHAFFIELD!?
[/center]Hey! I go by sarahrachel. I am fourteen and I'm loving it. I have been roleplaying for 3 years and I don't plan on stopping any time soon. I have no other characters on this site yet! If you want to contact me you can by pming me.
Name: Ekaterina Leighton Haffield
Nickname: Leighton (lee-ton, not lay-ton), Leigh (Call her Ekaterina, and she won't be happy.)
Age: fifteen (as of August 28th)
Gender: female
Sexuality: straight
Playby: Karen Gillan
Member Group: Demigod freshman (Athena)
Appearance: There's no doubt about it, the first thing you notice of Leighton is her fiery red hair. But a close second is her tall stature. She's not exactly average height at 5'11" and 113lbs. Though skinny as a bone, she's strong for a girl her weight and very athletic. She can mostly be found in Jack Wills and Topshop that she still orders from back home in Scotland for clothes. Leighton's often mistaken for being much older than she actually is, as far as being 23... though the fake i.d. helps a ton. When she's not dressed to the nines, you'll find her in soccer clothes, which are practically like a second skin for her.
Personality: Leighton's a very good listener, but is never found with few words. When she does speak, she has a lot to say. She can sometimes be mistaken for a bookworm, but when a party shows up, she's the life of it. Her friends from soccer, and any new friends she meets this year will be like family to her since she's always had so little of it. She's beyond loyal. Despite her past, she's not socially awkward and she's very outgoing. She'll come up to you if you don't say something to her first.
Likes: quiet
reading
soccer
scotland
hot teas
gossip
soccer
Jack Wills
oh and did I mention soccer?
Dislikes: cheaters
liars
iced teas
ignorant people
know it alls
stuck up people that don't know how to have fun
Mother: Athena, ancient, godess
Father: William Haffield, 46, chemistry teacher
Siblings/Other: Louisa-Ann Marie Haffield, Aunt, 44, Artist and Jewelry Maker and Homeschool teacher
Daniel Soto, Uncle, 47, literature teacher
Yasmine "Yaz" Soto, cousin, 12, student
Pets: Darby- female Pet Corn Snake
History: Leighton was born in Dunfermline, Fife, Scotland on August 28th. This was the result of a little meeting between her father and Athena at a little Library in London while he was on a business trip. She grew up in a small secluded house and was home schooled by her aunt, while her father and uncle would go to work at a local boarding school. She never understood why she wasn't allowed to attend the school, while Yaz was allowed to. She had always had a specially talent for soccer, and played club for her whole life, which was where she met the few friends she had. Soccer was practically her life, even though she slips sometimes and calls it footbol. At the age of 13, her father assumed she could keep a secret and told her about her mother, and though just he and her aunt and uncle knew, he moved her to the US to keep her safe where she continued to online homeschool on Figure 8 Island, North Carolina. Luckily her academics had always been top notch, as expected of the daughter of the godess of wisdom. Leighton got her hardship license as soon as she turned fifteen, and even though she wasn't legally allowed to get one, a little lying to the government never hurt. Technically her father's income and inheritance was far too big for her to secure one, but her only wish was to be able to drive when she got on campus. She owns a silver 2012 mercedes c-class with every add on. That includes gps because she tends to get lost. Eventually he told her for high school she'd find herself at Richmond High in California and that it'd only be best for her. She couldn't put up much of a fight, the only friends she'd ever known were a snake and a few she'd met playing soccer. She'd miss them as they were like family to her, but Leighton assumed she'd find more friends. Friends like her.
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Roleplay Post
ooc: this is a diary entry, therefore written in first person. ic: My first kiss was in 6th grade. It wasn’t even real. Spin the bottle, actually. I haven’t had a real kiss yet. There were plenty of fakes: guys that I didn’t really like, guys that I used, guys that I had just met, guys that I didn’t like back, even guys that I don’t to this day know the name of. I guess I was a real whore for my age, you could say. People say with age comes wisdom, I think that’s the opposite. I see how much fun little kids have, how happy they are. If people were really wise, wouldn’t they still be that happy when they’re old? Wouldn’t there be no suicide, no depression, no anger, no dead end jobs that you work until death? Would life just be easier? No. Apparently, wisdom isn’t happiness. I think there’s a point at which someone can know too much.
Anyways, like I was saying, my life. I am 167 months and 20 days old just like every other person in my class, at my next hearing I will be 14 years. But I’m not 13 years old. You don’t have the privilege of being a number of age until you turn 14 and your prospect status becomes a training status. I have an older sister, she’s 15, or 180 months and 15 days, but she has the privilege of being an age. She’s in training to be a doctor. She got pretty lucky, she liked her prospect. I have dark brown hair and very blue eyes and strawberry red lips. Sometimes the fact that no matter what color lipstick I wear my lips are dark, annoys me. I dislike it. I’m kind of pale. Not just fair, pale. I don’t tan, but I don’t really burn much either. I’m too tall. I’m way too skinny. Mother says that’s why I’m a model prospect, I don’t believe her. I’m a model prospect because I’m a freak of nature. “You look ‘good’ in whatever you wear”, they say. The truth is, I look sick. I’m more bones than muscle and if I wear a bikini I can always count each rib. It’s not that I starve myself, I just can’t seem to put on weight. I probably eat more than half the girls my age and I’m still 10 times skinnier than them.
Tonight’s the new year and a new decade. I look out the window and though it should be dark, fireworks illuminate the night. The year is 3040. I probably need to eat something now. I’m getting kind of hungry. I should probably do a few sit-ups. I’m pretty much determined to break the stereotype. I refuse to be a model. The high council can say, “Haffield, Jane Leigh -- Model” as may times as they’d like at my next hearing, but I refuse to be one. I’d like to be a Ranger. Most girls would scoff at the thought and wonder why I’d want to be in danger like that when most people wish they could be called a model prospect... I’m not sure. It seems like fun, taking down enemy governments. The few that actually get called for a Ranger at their hearings never want to do the work anyways. For this class--Class 1b89--only two of us are anything important, other than the 10 that got ranger prospects. Selene Bane is going to be Government, she’s smart and she’ll probably work her way up. Her sister Emory’s a Ranger prospect. Brett Parker got very lucky and is going into Government, and she’s not even smart at all. Something tells me it’s got to do with the fact that her mother’s part of the high council. It’s mostly boys that are going to be rangers.
Anyways, like I was saying, my life. I am 167 months and 20 days old just like every other person in my class, at my next hearing I will be 14 years. But I’m not 13 years old. You don’t have the privilege of being a number of age until you turn 14 and your prospect status becomes a training status. I have an older sister, she’s 15, or 180 months and 15 days, but she has the privilege of being an age. She’s in training to be a doctor. She got pretty lucky, she liked her prospect. I have dark brown hair and very blue eyes and strawberry red lips. Sometimes the fact that no matter what color lipstick I wear my lips are dark, annoys me. I dislike it. I’m kind of pale. Not just fair, pale. I don’t tan, but I don’t really burn much either. I’m too tall. I’m way too skinny. Mother says that’s why I’m a model prospect, I don’t believe her. I’m a model prospect because I’m a freak of nature. “You look ‘good’ in whatever you wear”, they say. The truth is, I look sick. I’m more bones than muscle and if I wear a bikini I can always count each rib. It’s not that I starve myself, I just can’t seem to put on weight. I probably eat more than half the girls my age and I’m still 10 times skinnier than them.
Tonight’s the new year and a new decade. I look out the window and though it should be dark, fireworks illuminate the night. The year is 3040. I probably need to eat something now. I’m getting kind of hungry. I should probably do a few sit-ups. I’m pretty much determined to break the stereotype. I refuse to be a model. The high council can say, “Haffield, Jane Leigh -- Model” as may times as they’d like at my next hearing, but I refuse to be one. I’d like to be a Ranger. Most girls would scoff at the thought and wonder why I’d want to be in danger like that when most people wish they could be called a model prospect... I’m not sure. It seems like fun, taking down enemy governments. The few that actually get called for a Ranger at their hearings never want to do the work anyways. For this class--Class 1b89--only two of us are anything important, other than the 10 that got ranger prospects. Selene Bane is going to be Government, she’s smart and she’ll probably work her way up. Her sister Emory’s a Ranger prospect. Brett Parker got very lucky and is going into Government, and she’s not even smart at all. Something tells me it’s got to do with the fact that her mother’s part of the high council. It’s mostly boys that are going to be rangers.
