RYLAN, emilee olivia

[emilee olivia rylan]

*EMILEE OLIVIA RYLAN,

“You've got a heart filled with passion.
Will you let it burn for hate or compassion?”

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*step into the spotlight,

» FULL NAME: emilee olivia rylan
» NICKNAMES: em, emi
» AGE/BIRTHDAY: seventeen/may 5
» GENDER: female
» ORIENTATION: straight
» CANON OR ORIGINAL: all original!
» GROUP/GRADE: junior

*let them see who you are,

» HAIR: her hair is a very light brown color, but in some lights, the very light ones, her hair looks auburn.
» EYES: emilee's eyes are a beautiful chocolate brown
» HEIGHT/WEIGHT: she is 5'7 and she weighs 119 pounds(skinny, i know)
» DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: emilee continuously draws butterfly wings on her right wrist, she won't let them fade away.
» STYLE: her style is pretty vintage looking. she loves the floral pattern, and she'll wear non-formal dresses and skirts(though not long). but sometimes it's just shorts and a shirt. she likes to wear boots, high heeled, but with shorts she wears etnies, which are like skateboarding shoes.
» OVERALL:
emilee is a very beautiful girl, but like every normal girl, she doesn't really believe she's all that beautiful. just to get herself some self-esteem, she says she's pretty. her dark, mysterious seem to draw you into her, and you possibly may just feel compelled by her eyes. her brown hair falls maybe just below her shoulder blades, and it's extremely soft. yet, as it reaches the end, it gets lighter, and auburn looking at the tips.

she stands at five feet, seven inches, taller than the average height of a girl. she's very skinny, but not anorexic, and she weighs just about 119. meaning, she can fit into just about any style of clothing. but her favorite style of clothing is vintage-looking. floral patterns and lace, etc. but sometimes she tosses that and just wears shorts and a shirt, or jeans and a shirt. depends on the weather, doesn't it?

*shine through the darkness,

» LIKES: horror movies, watching stupid people on tv like the jersey shore cast, not having too much attention on her, having fun, singing, her southern background
» DISLIKES: too much attention, sappy romance stories, being bored, her mother, new york accents, jerks, prissy people.
» STRENGTHS: tennis, staying in the background, singing, playing guitar, scaring herself
» WEAKNESSES: can't be bored, can't stay still for long, holds grudges sometimes, night owl, she's a klutz
» SECRETS: her mother pretty much walked out on her and her father, she hates new york accents, she hates her mother
» GOALS: her band to become famous, get rich...enough, leave her mother behind completely
» OVERALL PERSONALITY:
emilee is a very sweet girl. but she's not the type of girl who's all that outgoing. she's just a tad bit shy, but not too bad. but once you get to really know her and she really trusts you, then you'll see the fun side of her. she can party, but she's not too into it, because of the people. she's not too into crowds of people, being in it makes her feel claustrophobic.

but emilee definitely can be a stubborn little girl. no one can make her do something that she doesn't want to do, and you have to give up on trying. because you'll never win with her. a lot of times, it depends on the argument, she has to have the last word. she has a very thick head, like a brick wall. but she's also a very determined girl. she's not that hard to love. (;

*dive into your past,

» PARENTS: alexander brett rylan - 39 - job at a record company
olivia anne rylan - 39 - teacher
» SIBLINGS: n/a
» PETS: a black and white cat named zoey
» SIGNIFICANT OTHER: n/a
» OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE: n/a
» HISTORY:
emilee started her life in 1993, in charleston, south carolina. her family lived in a pretty big house in downtown historic charleston. her whole family was from the south, with southern food and accents and ways to live life. life was good, there was nothing wrong with her family and she had plenty of friends to keep her entertained.

as a child, there was one boy that she had one of those cute, innocent crushes on. he was her best friend, they played together everyday and walked home from school everyday. they were stuck to each other like glue. that little crush hadn't disappeared throughout the years. he was in her heart always, but she didn't confess her love to him, and he didn't say anything or do anything that told her he felt the same way. when they were 9 years old, his parents took him to new york city. forever. her heart was broken, she was depressed it seemed, and her mother couldn't handle an extremely and continuously sad daughter. so she left.

neither emilee nor her father had expected her mother to just leave all of the sudden, and it really didn't help emilee's mood throughout the days. instead she got worse. she'd lock herself in her room after school, all day, everyday. she didn't want to feel this way, but she couldn't help it. she started to hate her mother for it. mothers were supposed to support their children, not leave when they need their support the most! emilee had no idea where her mother went, she'd disappeared and she changed her number. as if she wanted to leave everything behind and start anew. and, probably, her mother did.

when she was thirteen, her father gained a promotion in his record company that he worked for. but the job called that he had to move up to new york city. emilee was completely excited. the man almost didn't take it, and it took her a lot of begging to finally get him to do it. so they moved up to new york city. she's been looking for her old friend, her heart still beating for him, yet she hasn't been able to find him. she won't stop looking. ever.

age fifteen, a group of musicians, containing a bass player, guitar player, and a drummer, approached her. they'd heard her singing, and they wanted a singer for their band. and so they formed "this disaster". their dreams are to become famous one day. she's asked her father if they could sign with his record company, yet his boss keeps putting their request off, saying "i'll get back to it." he'll never get back to it, so they have to try harder. she won't ever give up.

*behind the scenes,

» NAME/ALIAS: chloe !
» AGE: seventeen
» ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: uhhhhh, four years
» HOW YOU FOUND US: an add
» CODE PHRASE: admin edit.
» RP SAMPLE:

There was nothing in that room. It was just pitch darkness. She trailed her fingers down the soft wall, searching for a light switch, or something. But she felt nothing. Suddenly there was a dangerous presence in the small, dark room, a way too familiar presence, and it made her freeze. "What- not going to welcome me back, Arizona?" Came the dangerous, recognizable voice that made a chill go down her spine. "Go away, go away!" Arizona suddenly yelled, backing slowly away from the direction the voice came from. "That's no way to welcome your father!" With that, she felt a large hand slap her, hard, and sending her to the hard ground with a soft, short scream. Arizona suddenly felt his weight ontop of her, and she squirmed, though remained silent. The lights suddenly flicked on and her father hovered over her, his arm raised with a knife in his hand. Craziness rested in his blue eyes. "you don't deserve your life," The knife was suddenly coming toward her-

Arizona suddenly shot up with a scream, but quickly she stopped when she realized she was back in her dorm room. She panted a little, her eyes wide, as if she'd been holding her breath in her sleep. Soon she calmed herself down a little and pushed herself of the bed and stepped into the shower. The warm felt felt nice running through her hair and down her skin. It helped her calm even more down about that dream- no, nightmare- that she had about two times a month. But each was some-what different. Last on he'd stabbed her in the arm instead of slapping her. You would think she would be used to these nightmares by now but she wasn't. Not one bit.

After showering, brushing her teeth, and doing everything else, she walked out of her dorm building and pulled her keys, which were connected to a black lanyard, out of her pocket. she unlocked her car and slid into it gracefully. Arizona tossed her bag into the passenger's seat and plugged her key into the ignition, turning it and listening to the engine roar to life. She backed out of her parking space, turning on the radio, listening to songs that she would dance to. She hummed along to them, occasionally drumming her hands along the steering wheel to the beat. She had real destination, but she felt like going to Pier 39, to blend into the crowd and just...not having to worry about anything.

She walked through the crowd, glancing at everything she passed with curious, icy blue eyes. She passed teenagers, some of them in groups, a lot about 14 or older. And mostly teenagers. That's what you get on a Saturday, really. As boys passed her, they watched her until she was behind them or too far away from them. Suddenly a face stood out in the crowd, someone she knew, and she instantly matched a name with that face. Kirk, the only person other than Debbi to know about her father. A smile came to her face and she walked faster. She slipped around him and turned to face him, in front of him. She walked backward, careful not to run into anything or anyone, and smiled warmly at him. "Hey there, stranger." She said, now walking beside him.

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