Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2011 20:42:07 GMT -5
[/font]CHICAGORAEEASTLYN!?
[/center]Hey! I go by Lyssa?!. I am seventeen and I'm loving it. I have been roleplaying for sbout four years and I don't plan on stopping any time soon. I have none yet on this site and I think they're pretty amazing! If you want to contact me you can by pm or msn: honeyb_93@hotmail.com.
Name: Chicago Rae Eastlyn
Nickname: Eastlyn, if you're in a military mood. People close to her can make up their own nicknames for her.
Age: seventeen
Gender: female
Sexuality: straight
Member Group: Demigod - daughter of Aphrodite
Appearance: Chicago is always well dressed, unless she's bumming at home. But she still always looks somehwat presentable. Being the daughter of Aphrodite, and your typical girl, she always likes to look good, and cares about her appearance. Her long, wavy black hair is always shiny and soft, and she does all sorts of stuff with it. She doesnt wear much makeup, just some mascara and eyeliner usually. She has a slim figure, but is stronger than she looks and lets people beleive that. People often comment on her big blue "innocent eyes" and she uses those to her advantage if she needs to. Chicago also has double ear piercings plus a tattoo of her first name in greek (use google translate to see what it looks like) on her right hip.
Personality: Chicago is vey bubbly and vivacious (sp?) She always has a smile on, so if you see her looking down, something is very wrong. Loves to laugh, and lives life to the fullest. Being the daughter of Aphrodite, she can be overconfident, but some people see it as cocky. She is a flirt, but is open to falling in love. She has a strong sense of loyalty and family and if you cross her you will surely wish you hadnt.
Likes: the colour purple, mash potato, her puppy, boys, having loads of fun.
Dislikes: Tomatoes, people who smell, people that spoil her fun, backstabbers, drugs.
Mother: Aphrodite - Godess of Love
Father: Michael Lloyd Eastlyn, 41, Well paid Heavy Duty Diesel Mechanic.
Siblings: none that she knows of.
Pets: an australian shepherd pup called Diesel. Wants to get a a duckling or kitten and call it Squash
History: Chicago always had a slight nagging at the back of her mind telling her she was different, but she didnt really feel different per se. She always fit in, had friends and all that jazz. The only thing that was different about her that she could figure was she lived with only her father. She had never met her mother, but her father told her stories about her sometimes. He worked long hours sometimes because of his job, but he earned more than the average joe, so she never wanted for anything. Before he sent her to Richmond High, he told her the truth about her mother, and a whole heap of stuff suddenly made sense. She doesnt resent her father anything, and loves him more than anything.
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Roleplay Post
She continued to look out into the clearing, giving his arm a quick, reassuring squeeze. "You won't get killed. You won't leave Gabe by himself. You will be fine." she said to him firmly and quietly. "We're in this together Rivera. 'Till the end. I've got your back." D'Artagnan figured that he needed the little bit of reassurance as much as he didn't want her to think he did. Everyone had doubts, it was part of their makeup. But, Max and herself were going out there together and if anyone tried to mess with them, well frankly, they'd wish they hadn't. And, she knew he was slightly worried about her being able to stnad up to the pressure, but she let it slide. She'd be fine, just like always. He had never been in an op with her, only read her reports, which don't do the real thing justice to be honest. But, yes, she'd be fine.
Meeting his eyes once more, senses on high, she heard his thoughts enter her mind and nodded, even though she knew he didn't need the confirmation. He knew she was listening. She felt him feel for her presence, and he grabbed his hand so he would know where she was. D'Artagnan heard his thoughts running through his head a mile a minute, wishing for his wolfy senses. She squeezed hand quickly as if to tell him to calm down. She had to calm her breathing down as well, she hadn't noticed that she was so hyped up. Keeping hold of his hand, they stepped into the clearing, showing eberyone that if they picked on one of them they'd incur the wrath of the other. A united front. Willing to put themselves out first, having faith in the people they could not see.
Meeting his eyes once more, senses on high, she heard his thoughts enter her mind and nodded, even though she knew he didn't need the confirmation. He knew she was listening. She felt him feel for her presence, and he grabbed his hand so he would know where she was. D'Artagnan heard his thoughts running through his head a mile a minute, wishing for his wolfy senses. She squeezed hand quickly as if to tell him to calm down. She had to calm her breathing down as well, she hadn't noticed that she was so hyped up. Keeping hold of his hand, they stepped into the clearing, showing eberyone that if they picked on one of them they'd incur the wrath of the other. A united front. Willing to put themselves out first, having faith in the people they could not see.
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