Post by myra on Aug 15, 2009 23:44:36 GMT -8
May
Myra Ann Siebel
birth certificatebirth name Myra Ann Siebel [May]
father's name Andrew Seibel
mother's name Katherine Lopez
birth date october 10 1989
hair color black
eye color crystal blue
ethnicity white [mixed. mostly german.]
on the streetsstreet name May.
current job theft
living quarters abandoned houses, cars, alleys, park benches
addiction Dove, alcohol.
current personality She is quiet and reserved to a point, but it won't stop her from running over and making sure you're okay if you've just tripped over the most embarrassing thing in your life; air. She wants a protector, a hero inside a broken and "bad" boy. And she found it in Daniel. She is naturally a cuddly person, but only shows it to those she cares about. She is very sweet until you mess with her or anybody close to her. She will only surround herself with protective people, and is annoyed if you aren't protective. She is a great listener, but will never leave you without conversation if she's comfortable enough with you. Unless of course she feels the need to relax in silence. Somehow she manages to be caught up in dramatic situations, if it's not one thing it's another. She's not a fighter, she's a lover- and will do anything to avoid conflict with a significant other. But she will kick some ass if you even slightly talk down about, Dan for example. She may be skinny, but she's not inferior. She's had her share of parking lot madness. She is wanted by many, but only wants one.
appearance Black hair that can be cast over crystal blue eyes if she wishes, that contrasts to her pale skin and very slim features. She is skinny, since she is homeless. She stands at five feet ten inches, and weighs between 120-125 pounds. If you know anyone at this height, you'd know the average weight to be around 145-150 pounds. She generally doesn't wear jewelry. She keeps herself as well managed as possible, cleaning and washing in public bathrooms (sinks) and the few places that actually have showers inside their bathrooms, for instance public pool restrooms. She has a birthmark that's off on her hip bone, and instead of the normal "darker" spot for a birthmark, it's a lighter patch of skin. Almost ghostly white, since her skin is already extremely pale. She has one tattoo, located mid-back of a dragon. She has a few scars here and there, from things like tripping and falling to the extent of being attacked. There is one scar that stands out among the rest, but she generally won't tell anyone what happened. It's located on her lower back, a 3 and a half inch slice that came from being chased down and raped. The man cut her. [obv..]
before rock bottombefore the disrespect She was more docile, calm and collected. Less stressed, which made her a more laid back person. She still remains somewhat laid back, but not near as much as she used to be. She had a bit more meat on her bones, and had a lot of people she thought cared about her. Until of course, she was dumped on her ass and looked up to find not one person had stayed around to help her back up. The only thing that changed about her way of life is that she lives on the streets instead of a house. She used to be very very well trimmed, showering twice a day and grooming herself as much as possible. She remains pretty well maintained, for being on the streets, because she hates being dirty and would be the most miserable person in the world if she had to go two days straight with no washing at all.
before the grime She looked pretty much the same. She keeps up to date with trimming her hair, it's not hard to do it yourself. A little less dirty, but isn't that obvious?
before the gutter Stupidity, more so than anything, brought her to where she is today. Or at least, that's what she tells herself. Her parents changed her diapers, fed her and she learned how to take car of herself by four years old. They took care of her until she could walk, and then left her to do things herself. Showed her the microwave, how to press the buttons and where the food was; and she was set. Her parents were too uncaring, and it took her sixteen years to realize it. Sixteen years to put together why she got away with drinking, smoking, sex, drugs- in her own household. Why she could leave the house for "school" in the morning, and not be back until 4 or 5 am without any questions asked. When she'd been out all night drinking, smoking, partying and getting herself into trouble. Out with a boyfriend, a toy, with the girls, or with all of them. Smoking weed, stealing cars, getting into clubs and gangs: which led to bribing cops, paying off guards and hiding from authorities. No one waited up for her, she was lucky if her parents even said three words to her. They didn't care what she did, and when she did get brought in to the police she took care of herself. No parent phone calls in school, just her cell phone. She was an accident child, born to parents who would just rather she not be there. But they kept her around, and provided her the basic necessities. Why they did that? She still wonders. The neighborhood was relatively classy, but the friends she made weren't anywhere near it. They spent money on a junker car to get them from point A to point B, and from one gas station to the next to distribute the packages. She got the money to do the things she did by drug trafficking, and she did this with other friends as well. Until one day, shortly after turning sixteen, she got fed up with being ignored, and uncared for. Why she thought it would be better in the streets? Of course, that wasn't how she planned it. She floated around to friend's houses, and stayed until she wasn't welcome anymore and then would float to the next house. Until she ran out of options, dropped out of school shortly before Junior year ended, and went out on her own. When she turned eighteen she started getting odd jobs here and there, but pretty much sleeping wherever she could find that seemed even the least bit safe or clean. She met Dove in a city called Peritas[From Thorndon], and they clicked after a few hours of cat and mouse. She is drawn to him more so than she's ever been to anyone. Even though he may not know it yet, she's absolutely attached and would give the world for him. But shh, he doesn't know that yet.
the cyber bratooc name Myra.
your age 20.
online time 7 years.
found us through my Kairr.
RP sample
Kio's movements were surprising, but Nereza didn't jump as his raven form shot over her shoulder and towards Jocasto; skillfully shifting back into his human form before landing directly in his face. Giggles on the inside were expressed as she watched the awe stricken boy. First being thrown six feet and then, just regaining everything, have an angry god in your face. Hah. She watched, interest spring across her face. Scaling his body over with her eyes, until he removed his glasses, on then did her attention snagged on his face, his black and lightly streaked blond hair creating an incredible contrast to the color of his pupils. He didn't stand all that much taller than her, but tall enough for her tilt her head slightly upwards when he'd stand close. She watched as he subtly took both beings under his wing, offering Jocasto a drink and commenting to Ginger on how she doesn't deserve to be a lap top. Pfft, but that's what she is. Not all lycans, no. But particularly the one who loves to shoot her mouth off.
Something else caught her intentness. Jocasto noticed that Akakios could read minds. But what was any other explanation to how he knew their names? She giggled softly, before a smirk spread across her face. He'd find out soon enough, surly, of her own abil -- she was cut short then, her optics dashing back to Kio as she felt his presents in her mind. She took a breath(just to emphasize the situation), preparing to say something, until... she was pushed out of herself. If there's ever a weirder feeling in the world than this, let me know. It's like knocking on the door to your own self, trying to get back to control yourself. Not self control, no. Trying to conduct your own emotions and actions again. For only a few seconds, though, did he remain in control of her mind. He'd found what he'd been looking for. Following his husky voice spilling her name, he abruptly exited and left her a bit light on her feet. She blinked a few times, regaining her conscience before replying with evident ease; "Akakios." Rez searched through her brain, almost checking to see if anything was missing. Her icy blue orbs never left his silvers, even as he spoke and advanced closer. She didn't even acknowledge that the lycan had spoke: at the moment she was the child of the situation. The one that couldn't keep her mouth shut no matter what- even presented with death, she chose to open her god damned mouth. Mindless ranting, that's all it was.
He was a mind reader as well, which meant instead of having to explain herself, he could just read her mind and she could read his. A dangerously silent conversation. She listened and never faltered her gaze on him as he spoke, warning her of harming the two weaklings. Oh, and about her mind reading ability? It either had failed her, she wasn't paying attention, OR it was completely out of the blue-- but she was scooped up by her arms and ferociously kissed. Very well, may I add. Instinctively, she kissed him back almost as hard. When he broke away, she stared in awe. That was extraordinarily random, she thought, but all the more exhilarating. She then reverberated back to where he now stood, in the midst of the two that owed him their lives. Which, in reality, was entirely true. Attention snapped to Ginger (finally leaving Kio for a second), eye brow raised. "Jealous?" This was directed to her mental comment about Kio being perverted (for a kiss?), but was a general question. Noting that she seemed to be jealous that Nereza's ability was far greater than her own, for she attempted to mock Rez for "hiding" behind her powers. No, her powers were a part of her. She is her powers. Her powers are her. Am I hiding behind myself?
