Post by RYLAN HANNAH MARCH on Jan 7, 2012 2:00:50 GMT -5
rylan hannah march
junior ,, theta xi mu ,, heterosexual ,, feisty ,, summer glau
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Rylan Hannah March was born on December 3rd, 1990 making her a ripe new twenty-one year old. Acceptable nicknames are Ry and Ryles. She has attended LCU her whole college career, majoring in photography with an art history minor, and pledged to Theta Xi Mu her freshman year. Right now she’s a full time student and a part time coffeehouse barista. She doesn’t particularly like her job, but she tolerates it because hey… It’s money in the bank! She’d rather be painting or rioting against animal cruelty, but beggars can’t really be choosers, now can they?
Being a rather short girl, Rylan stands at 5’3” and weighs in at 138 lbs. Obviously she’s skinny and lithe, and has a little muscle, but nothing to really brag about. She keeps her hair long, slightly wavy, and in a mess of layers, but likes it that way. Fashion has never been her thing, however. She wears what’s comfortable and what she thinks looks good, even if it is mismatched. But like she cares. Ry likes colors, especially bright colors, and anything with multiple colors can be found in her wardrobe. She hates monocolor outfits – which is mostly where her mismatching comes in. She also likes socks… Tattoos, while they aren’t covering her body, are indeed present. She has one on her upper back, between her shoulder blades, that is a rosebud with its stem of thorns. There is also one on her ankle, a simple heart that represents a lost loved one. She plans on getting another, but hasn’t yet decided details.
[-] BRASH
Rylan is most definitely not afraid to stand up for herself or anything that she believes in. Often she speaks before thinking, wounding those who are sensitive, sometimes apologizing afterwards – if the person deserves it. Otherwise, she doesn’t often take back what she says, and means it as more than just words. Rylan is very into protests and standing up for those who won’t do it themselves. Basically, she is quick to act or speak and slow to think about the repercussions.
[-]DEFENSIVE
Never has she accepted anything said against her. It’s what makes her so brash – she doesn’t like to be insulted or challenged. Even if she realizes that she’s wrong, she’ll still push ahead because she wants to make a point. Once she’s in an argument, she’s in it to the finish.
[-/+]STUBBORN
She certainly won’t back down, not against anyone, especially her mother or sister. When Ry sets her mind to something, she plans on seeing it through, even if she realizes that’s its foolish or stupid. However, it has gotten her out of trouble more times than she can count. So it isn’t all bad, after all.
[-/+]BOLD
For all her brashness, her friends can’t say that she has ever refused to stand up for herself. She is bold and unforgiving (most of the time). She isn’t afraid of obstacles, only hurdling over them as they come to her, even if it isn’t terribly easy. It helps keep her out of trouble, even though it gets her in trouble in the first place.
[+]BIG HEART
For all of her exterior hardness, Rylan has a heart of gold… She loves people, animals… That’s why she protests so much. After all is said and done, she just wants to protect those who are lost and innocent. Even with her most brash and unthought through plans, she is merely standing up for those that she knows won’t stand up for themselves.
[+]HUMOROUS
So a hard-shelled girl can’t enjoy a joke? Haha! Rylan thinks otherwise. When she’s not protesting, or out taking photographs with her camera, she’s hanging with her sisters and her friends, having a good time and a laugh. She likes comedy over romance, and action over horror. Who cares what you think! Ry doesn’t, that’s for sure.
Rylan has two brothers and one sister, all pains in her… butt. But she loves them dearly. There’s Jackson, Nathan and Mary Beth, respectively. Their parents (Marcus and Joanne) love them all, though Rylan is much more of a daddy’s girl and often clashes with her mom most often. Jackson is the oldest, and is grown and newly married. Nathan is a middle child, just two years older than Rylan, and is about to graduate from college. Mary Beth is the youngest child, and she’s a freshman in high school and a cheerleader. She’s also Rylan’s biggest family rival… They constantly fight for attention when both are home.
They grew up in a pretty family oriented home, and of course it was around puberty when Rylan got sick of it. She fought with her mom over the little things, and took a liking to art at this time, too. While she had never grown up wanting for anything, she didn’t always get what she wanted, either. Her mother wanted to enter her in pageants, and Rylan refused to participate, often messing up on purpose during the ones that she was forced into. It took a long time for her mother to accept that she didn’t have a girly girl daughter. However, when Mary Beth came along, Rylan was relieved of pageants and make-up, much to her pleasure.
When she entered high school, Rylan focused many of her electives around art, and also took photography, which she fell in love in. The darkroom was a place for her to escape and do her own thing without anyone else telling her that she was wrong. She excelled in these classes, and knew that she wanted to make a living on art – even though she knew it was going to be really hard. She applied to several schools, and was accepted to only a couple – Litton-Colwell being one of them. She decided to give LCU a chance, also liking that it was several hours away from home. Rylan didn’t exactly plan on going Greek, but the girls in Theta were just her cup of tea, and so here she is.
hey, so i'm lilly. i've been roleplaying for three years now. as well as this character, i also play none yet. you can reach me by pm is fine if you need me for anything. i found HAZED AND CONFUSED by / on / from NOH, which I found on caution 2.0 and i'm pretty glad i did. here's an example of mah skillz. (:There was no way to tell time. No sunlight. No clocks, or watches. Just... blackness. Utter and complete darkness, the kind that seeps into the bones, leaving one feeling cold and empty, and feeling like... well, nothing. This wasn't Heaven, but it was far, far worse than Hell. Kaycie didn't feel as if she had a body, barely even a soul. Her memories drifted in and out, showing scenes of happy times with her parents, with friends at school... all the times she'd gotten in trouble, caused some sort of mayhem. Though that was mostly in her early years. Later into her teens, she became more lucid, peaceful.
Why am I here? she thought.
Perhaps... to learn something.
The voice was nowhere, and yet it was everywhere. It permeated her conscious, it was her conscious.
But what happened? I don't... I don't remember...
A flash of color, a scene replaying in her mind's eye.
The feel of leather against her neck and in her hands, fingers positioned just so on the device that was held gently, carefully. A click, a laugh, and the sound of music permeating through the air. The sound of another was there; her best friend, her companion since middle school. Looking up from the lens, she smiled over at him, waving, speaking words, asking him to come over. He shook his head, refusing, beckoning her back, telling her to get away from the cliff edge.
However, she felt that it could hardly be called a cliff. A drop off, perhaps, but not a cliff. It wasn't that steep, and not that high from the riverbank below. More laughter, placing her eye back to the camera, viewing the magnificent Arizona desert set out before her. Oh, how she loved nature, and all it's wonders. She took another step back... and another; ignoring the words of her friend, she inched closer to the edge, unafraid, feeling invincible. And perhaps karma decided she needed a reminder.
Rocks slid, her foot lost its holding, her finger hit the trigger of the camera a second before she was falling backward, heels over head, limbs going everywhere as she tried to stop herself, but to no avail. She heard shouting and screaming, perhaps her own, and perhaps that of her friend, the one she loved, had loved for all this time. And then she stopped falling. Blackness seeped into her mind. Flashes, blurs, murmurs of voices... Her memory became fuzzy, warped.
Then, nothing.
I fell... A stupid move on my part. Ohgods. What's happening now? Why can't I wake? I should be awake! Her thoughts, no matter how desperate, were to no avail, though. The blackness of the coma had taken over, and she could not bring herself out of it. She was pulled under once more, pulled back into the pure depths of the inky nothingness, almost as if she was ceasing to exist, her soul being sucked to a place she didn't want to go... Even then, her thoughts stopped, her conscious didn't respond, and Kaycie was once more held in an infinite Limbo.
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[/justify]template credit to JACK of H&C.