Post by icekitten on Mar 14, 2007 8:54:43 GMT -5
Name: Kayla Wright
Age: 17
Status in Society: Lady
Being Kayla Wright, the Mistress of Cashel Castle, she has no obligation to state her reasons for how and why she attends Cashel castle for it is simply her home and all she has ever known.
Appearance:
Kayla Wright has long, thick, curly dark brown hair with streaks of red running through it. The red streaks are quite obvious in candlelight and shimmer superbly. She has stunning blue gray eyes that reflect many of her emotions, yet can at times be as void of emotion as a black hole in space. She’s a healthy young lady, in both shape and mind, she’s got curves. Her hips are wide and she thinks they are terribly ugly although she doesn’t fuss about appearance.
She wears her mothers old dresses, they were much the same her mother and herself, in both form and persona, although Kayla only knows this from what she has been told of from her deceased father and older Brother. The dresses are considered out of fashion by most, but she wears them for sentimental purposes, not as a fashion statement. Most the Dresses from her mother’s wardrobe are shades of crimson, pinks, and browns, Colors that suit her just fine and look striking with her skin tone of pale ivory which is quite contradictory to that of both her Black mothers and Honey skinned brother. Indeed she does Infact take after her father where her skin is concerned.
Personality:
Kayla is of a compassionate mind and essence, never less she can be firm. She’s a very immovable lady, once she’s made up her mind it’s rather hard too alter. She is both Truthful and responsible, with a habit of taking on more the she could possibly handle. Her biggest burden is how naïve she can be. Despite how naïve she can be at times though, she still winds up nurturing and motherly.
A passionate soul is what she has, she dreams of romance, she hopes that what she may find the greatest romance of her life at her brothers ‘Business’ of what he’s made of their home. Kayla is also very protective, especially over her older brother. Further more Kayla has an inclination to be attracted to mysterious dark haired gentlemen.
History:
Kayla was born into a very wealthy family in a land of mischief and fantasy. Her mother died at her birth and although she may have a sunny attitude and be a optimist, she forever carries the burden of guilt around with her, blaming herself for her mothers death.
Her father was a kind man and loved her and her brother to his fullest. Yet he was plagued with the hurt and longing for his lost love and rarely ever left his rooms, high within the highest tower. Kayla and her father were extremely close and shared a bond not even Nicolas did with their father. They spent many a night talking about the Lady Marcia in front of an open flame, glorying in each other’s company. After her father’s death, from what Kayla’s hopelessly romantic soul can only assume was from a broken heart, Kayla moved from her bedroom within her brother’s private quarters to that of the towers where she insists she can still talk with the spirit of the deceased man.
Kayla can be timid, but she is an awe-inspiring actor with a skill for singing. Her shyness may sometimes get the best of her around other people but she blends in with the undead, which she swears she can see and associate with. Her best friend, or so she claims, is a Vampire named solei, whom she often runs off to meet within the brush and thicket of the forbidden forest.
Roleplay Sample(s):
Dean glared at the lithe form beside him, who at the moment was humming along to the song [Brothers in a Hotel Bed by Death Cab for Cutie. Dean just snorted at the irony of the songs title. It hadn't been all that long ago that the last to Winchester's had been in the exact same position. The only fucked up part of it was that what Dean had been planning for all day long had been blown to shit when he came out of the washroom, towel forgotten and his strides confident as he entered the single bedroom, completely in the buff.
"Sammy boy? How about a little fun before bedtime?" He had pasted on his most seductive smile only to hear a slight grunt of acknowledgement. His mouth agape, Dean had moved over to the bed where his brother was laying in a relaxed position, only to growl in frustration that Sam had fallen asleep on him! Dean had poked, prodded, yelled, even whispered seductive phrases in Sammy's ear, only to get a loud snort and a back turned to him.
Dean looked over at the man now singing softly, grinding his teeth in unquenched lust and frustration. His hands shook as he clenched the steering wheel tightly to try and get a firmer grip on the present. He knew he had to concentrate on the road, even if it was a 20 mile long straight stretch, he just couldn't be bothered with thoughts of his younger brother.
Looking at Sammy through the corner of his eye he noticed that the younger man's lips were slightly parted and his eyes were closed as his chest rose and fell, signaling that Sam was out cold in an easy, recuperative sleep.
Dean turned his attention back to the road and sighed, thinking about all the time that he had spent thinking about being in love with his younger brother. At first he had in fact been disgusted with himself, inflicting self harm as punishment. But as time went on, and he fell even deeper in love he realized that love was love and that it just couldn't be helped. You couldn't control who it was that you loved just like you couldn't really control the weather. So he had stopped with his self hate at his lustful and romantic thoughts towards Sam, knowing that it would work to no avail what so ever. He was in love, simple, as, that.
Turning his head he asked softly, "What have you done to me baby? What's happened to my once brotherly love? Did you know that it would change to this? fuck Sammy, I love you so much and it hurts because if you only knew, you'd hate me for it. You'd hate me because you still love Jess, even though she could and never would have been able to love you like I love you." Dean looked away from the softly snoring man, tears freely streaming down his flawless face, creating a light caress of sorrow.
–About Me- Age: 17
Status in Society: Lady
Being Kayla Wright, the Mistress of Cashel Castle, she has no obligation to state her reasons for how and why she attends Cashel castle for it is simply her home and all she has ever known.
Appearance:
Kayla Wright has long, thick, curly dark brown hair with streaks of red running through it. The red streaks are quite obvious in candlelight and shimmer superbly. She has stunning blue gray eyes that reflect many of her emotions, yet can at times be as void of emotion as a black hole in space. She’s a healthy young lady, in both shape and mind, she’s got curves. Her hips are wide and she thinks they are terribly ugly although she doesn’t fuss about appearance.
She wears her mothers old dresses, they were much the same her mother and herself, in both form and persona, although Kayla only knows this from what she has been told of from her deceased father and older Brother. The dresses are considered out of fashion by most, but she wears them for sentimental purposes, not as a fashion statement. Most the Dresses from her mother’s wardrobe are shades of crimson, pinks, and browns, Colors that suit her just fine and look striking with her skin tone of pale ivory which is quite contradictory to that of both her Black mothers and Honey skinned brother. Indeed she does Infact take after her father where her skin is concerned.
Personality:
Kayla is of a compassionate mind and essence, never less she can be firm. She’s a very immovable lady, once she’s made up her mind it’s rather hard too alter. She is both Truthful and responsible, with a habit of taking on more the she could possibly handle. Her biggest burden is how naïve she can be. Despite how naïve she can be at times though, she still winds up nurturing and motherly.
A passionate soul is what she has, she dreams of romance, she hopes that what she may find the greatest romance of her life at her brothers ‘Business’ of what he’s made of their home. Kayla is also very protective, especially over her older brother. Further more Kayla has an inclination to be attracted to mysterious dark haired gentlemen.
History:
Kayla was born into a very wealthy family in a land of mischief and fantasy. Her mother died at her birth and although she may have a sunny attitude and be a optimist, she forever carries the burden of guilt around with her, blaming herself for her mothers death.
Her father was a kind man and loved her and her brother to his fullest. Yet he was plagued with the hurt and longing for his lost love and rarely ever left his rooms, high within the highest tower. Kayla and her father were extremely close and shared a bond not even Nicolas did with their father. They spent many a night talking about the Lady Marcia in front of an open flame, glorying in each other’s company. After her father’s death, from what Kayla’s hopelessly romantic soul can only assume was from a broken heart, Kayla moved from her bedroom within her brother’s private quarters to that of the towers where she insists she can still talk with the spirit of the deceased man.
Kayla can be timid, but she is an awe-inspiring actor with a skill for singing. Her shyness may sometimes get the best of her around other people but she blends in with the undead, which she swears she can see and associate with. Her best friend, or so she claims, is a Vampire named solei, whom she often runs off to meet within the brush and thicket of the forbidden forest.
Roleplay Sample(s):
Dean glared at the lithe form beside him, who at the moment was humming along to the song [Brothers in a Hotel Bed by Death Cab for Cutie. Dean just snorted at the irony of the songs title. It hadn't been all that long ago that the last to Winchester's had been in the exact same position. The only fucked up part of it was that what Dean had been planning for all day long had been blown to shit when he came out of the washroom, towel forgotten and his strides confident as he entered the single bedroom, completely in the buff.
"Sammy boy? How about a little fun before bedtime?" He had pasted on his most seductive smile only to hear a slight grunt of acknowledgement. His mouth agape, Dean had moved over to the bed where his brother was laying in a relaxed position, only to growl in frustration that Sam had fallen asleep on him! Dean had poked, prodded, yelled, even whispered seductive phrases in Sammy's ear, only to get a loud snort and a back turned to him.
Dean looked over at the man now singing softly, grinding his teeth in unquenched lust and frustration. His hands shook as he clenched the steering wheel tightly to try and get a firmer grip on the present. He knew he had to concentrate on the road, even if it was a 20 mile long straight stretch, he just couldn't be bothered with thoughts of his younger brother.
Looking at Sammy through the corner of his eye he noticed that the younger man's lips were slightly parted and his eyes were closed as his chest rose and fell, signaling that Sam was out cold in an easy, recuperative sleep.
Dean turned his attention back to the road and sighed, thinking about all the time that he had spent thinking about being in love with his younger brother. At first he had in fact been disgusted with himself, inflicting self harm as punishment. But as time went on, and he fell even deeper in love he realized that love was love and that it just couldn't be helped. You couldn't control who it was that you loved just like you couldn't really control the weather. So he had stopped with his self hate at his lustful and romantic thoughts towards Sam, knowing that it would work to no avail what so ever. He was in love, simple, as, that.
Turning his head he asked softly, "What have you done to me baby? What's happened to my once brotherly love? Did you know that it would change to this? fuck Sammy, I love you so much and it hurts because if you only knew, you'd hate me for it. You'd hate me because you still love Jess, even though she could and never would have been able to love you like I love you." Dean looked away from the softly snoring man, tears freely streaming down his flawless face, creating a light caress of sorrow.
Name: Kayla or La La
Age: 15
How long have you been Roleplaying?
Around a year… But I’ve been writing on fan fiction forever!
Other:
Ahhhh….errrrr…..