Post by REBECCA ANN LYONS on Mar 16, 2009 13:06:57 GMT -5
REBECCA ANN LYONS
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everyone wants to be love, to loved
what more could you ask for?[/center]
BRACE MYSELF FOR RAZOR BLADES[/color]
EVERYTHING WITH MEANING IS SHATTERED
FULL NAME: Rebecca Ann Lyons
NICKNAMES: Becca, Becky, Becky-Ann
SEX: Female
AGE: Sixteen
GRADE: Sophmore
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight
ETHNICITY: Caucasian
THIS DAY WILL DIE TONIGHT[/color]
AND THERE AIN'T NO EXCEPTION
FACE CLAIM: Kristen Stewart
HAIR: It's long and brown, sometimes has a bit of curl to it
EYES: Hazel
HEIGHT & WEIGHT: Five feet, six inches and she weighs somewhere around 130 pounds
BODY TYPE: average
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: None, really; she's easy to miss
TRICK WITH A DOUBLE TONGUE[/color]
BUT THE ONLY FOOL HERE'S ME
LIKES:
- Reading
- Her youth group
- Coffee
- Musicals and plays
- Thunderstorms
- Cooking
- Doodling
- Math classes
- Any sort of ice cream
- Goofing around (when her father's not around, of course)
DISLIKES:
- Her father not talking about her mother
- Lyla living with them
- People acting like nothing happened
- Sympathy
- Being ignored
- Having to be perfect
- Being told what to do
- Having to act like Lyla's mother
- Babysitting
- Whiny people
STRENGTHS:
- Piano
- Cooking
- Math
- Writing
- Kind of goes with cooking, but she makes an awesome peach cobbler
WEAKNESSES:
- Science classes
- Athletics
- Saying no to people
- Perfectionist
- Brown-eyed guys
HABITS/QUIRKS:
- Never cusses
- Has never seen an R-rated movie
- Taps her toes when she gets nervous
LOVE ME IN THIS FABLE[/color]
MY HEART IS IN YOUR HANDS
PARENTS: Eric Lyons, fifty-eight, preacher, living
Francine Lyons, fifty, nurse, deceased
SIBLINGS: none
OTHER FAMILY: lyla peterson, twelve, student, living (cousin who lives with her and her dad)
WON'T CRY FOR MY SOLITUDE[/color]
LAY MY HEAD AND DREAM OF YOU
MEMBER TITLE: CRASHING INTO WALLS[/blockquote]
STEREOTYPE Preacher's daughter
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:Things like this were so awkward. Granted, this was her first duet, but that did not take away any of the slightly awkward feel in the air. When she had actually come to record the duet with Christian Taylor, she just about died. Norah was a friendly girl and got along with people fairly well, but she didn't talk much that day at all and kept to herself for the most part. Unfortunately, she was that way quite a bit lately around most any guy around here. It wasn't that she was afraid of them or anything...well, in a sense she was, but not the way most people would think. She was terrified she'd blurt something out about being pregnant that would totally ruin everything she had worked so hard for. She didn't know what she was going to do when she started showing, though.
With a deep sigh, Norah opened the door of her car in the studio parking lot before stepping out. She smoothed out her red shirt and ran the palms of her hands down the sides of her worn in jeans. She grabbed her huge bag of a purse and locked her car before slowly making her way to the studio door. Oh, this was going to kill her. They were starting rehearsal for the music video of the duet. Scary stuff, there. She specifically asked that there not be a lot of dancing and that it didn't take too long to film. She didn't want to risk anything, you know. It was so confusing for her right now.
Norah smiled slightly at the older lady who came up to her as soon as she walked in and started to show her to where everyone else was. The lady was nice enough, just jabbering away about something or other which Norah grateful for her taking her thoughts off the baby- gosh, it was hard for her to get her head around the fact that she was having a baby. She got that she was pregnant easily, but...having a baby? That was plain terrifying. She was nineteen, for goodness sake! She wasn't ready to be a mother and she was certain there was no way she could be a good one with her career. It was amazing how her thoughts always drifted back to that topic. She couldn't help herself, though.
"Miss Emery," the lady said, looking at her. "I think everyone else is here. Just walk through that door right over there." She smiled pointed to said door.
Norah blushed, embarassed that her thoughts had gone off on their own while she was talking. "Leave it to me to be the last one here," she said softly with a laugh as she pushed the door open and waved at the lady as she walked away. A group of people she didn't know was standing and sitting around everywhere in the huge room. She felt the heat rise in her cheeks and just knew her face was bright red from embarassment. Oh great, just what she needed. She cleared her throat and mumbled an apology for being late before she shuffled over to an empty chair and sitting, her gaze on her shoes. How embarassing.
CELEBRATE NO VICTORIES[/color]
AND MY PROMISES ARE SAND
YOUR NAME: larry
HOW'D YOU FIND US: Ad on some site I can't remember
ANYTHING ELSE? Not a thing
