Post by Taya Ryan Wolfe on Dec 3, 2012 0:29:54 GMT -5
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let's meet me;[/B][/FONT]
Hey! Its me Midnight[/I], im 20[/I]
, and have been Role Playing for quite a while
9 years [/I] to be exact! I found you through advertisements on Proboards![/I],
and i wanted to say that edited[/I]!![/font][/size]
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the person of the hour;[/B][/FONT]
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Full Name:[/size][/b] Taya Ryan Wolfe
Birthday:[/size][/b] 12/31/1989
Age:[/size][/b] 23
Member Group:[/size][/b] Cyber
Sexuality:[/size][/b] Heterosexual
Play By:[/size][/b] Kristen Bell
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if only looks could kill;[/B][/FONT]
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Hair:[/size][/b] Golden blonde, cut just above shoulder length
Eyes:[/size][/b] Gray
Height:[/size][/b] 5'1"
Weight:[/size][/b] 126lbs
Special Marks:[/size][/b] None
Style:[/size][/b] Summer dresses, jeans, tank tops, flip flops or high heels
Overall Appearance:[/size][/b] Tall and petite, Taya is a pretty thing to look at, with her glossy blonde hair, expressive gray eyes, and that mature look she has about her. She has a beautiful smile that radiates confidence. She usually dresses in a relatively conservative manner, wearing clothes that make her look appealing without degrading her in any way. She's often sporting a look of general disinterest or even condescending amusement, though she has a tendency to feign a facade of innocence if she's hoping to stand out a bit less than usual.
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dirty secrets make loud whispers;[/B][/FONT]
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Likes:[/size][/b] video games, web design/ HTML, PVP online play, control, outdoor activites (like fourwheeling, fishing)
Dislikes:[/size][/b] Preppy girls and teenyboppers, unintelligence or ignorance, prolonged isolation, small dogs, cancer
Fears:[/size][/b] Being used, being alone with someone who gives her the creeps, starvation, losing accounts to hackers, her sister dying to cancer
Goals:[/size][/b] See her sister again, earn enough money to provide medical care for her sister, get involved in designing video games, become a dog breeder.
Strengths:[/size][/b] Confidence, self-relience, tough skin, quick thinking
Weaknesses:[/size][/b] Often too trustful of certain others, has trouble talking about emotions, easy money-making with questionable methods
Personality:[/size][/b] Taya is a barrel full of passion, confidence, and all-around quirkiness. There is far more to her than meets the eye; for instance, everyone seems to be shocked when they hear that her interests include PC gaming, Internet fraud, and program hacking. She has a tough exterior and doesn't let much of anyone see what she is really thinking, so she often comes across as self-righteous or just uninterested in others. She prefers to keep newcomers at a distance, but if she likes you she is actually quick to start opening up, as her sarcastic sense of humor is quite the ice-breaker. She can very blunt and even rude, especially if she somehow feels threatened - in fact, when she is frightened, she tends to react with anger, and ends up pulling herself into deeper trouble.
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remind me of who i am;[/B][/FONT]
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Mother:[/size][/b] Audra:48:they keep in contact but Taya has little respect for her
Father:[/size][/b] William:49:loves him very much but her lifestyle has caused a rift
Siblings:[/size][/b] Wynter:16:extremely close
Other Important People:[/size][/b] Rorik:23:her best friend
History:[/size][/b] Having had a broken family from the start, Taya spent most of her very young years playing on her own outdoors or in a seperate room from her arguing parents. When she reached the age of about nine, she was introduced to the Internet and was quickly immersed into the world of online chat rooms, video games, and everything between. She spent countless hours on PC games, making online friends and tweaking around with settings and video cards and whatnot. Naturally a fast learner, she knew how to buy all parts and build a gaming computer by the age of fourteen. Meanwhile, she excelled in school, but her teachers found her to act mostly disinterested in the social aspects of it all, so after a parent-teacher conference, the adults decided to take away her computer in her room and start forcing her on "girl trips" and sleepovers and walks to the park. Taya was quick to catch on and started to tell lies about fake friendships when meanwhile she was headed every day for the comic book store, where a group of teens would play PVP games for free; they would sometimes even drive her to the Internet cafe, where they could play games on a rental basis. It was quickly apparent, however, that her money was running dry, so she decided to try unconventional ways to make quick cash. Her first idea was to open up her own website, where people could come and buy her time for her to do almost anything they wished for her to do that was computer related. Unfortunately, many people requested for her to hack into personal files and the like, and she caved in to the idea and obliged to such requests.
She met Rorik at the Internet cafe, who quickly became her best friend. He's the same age as her and has all of the same interests. He's her gaming buddy and her emotional support, though their relationship is strictly platonic and on a frendship basis.
Her younger sister is several years younger than her and very quiet and reserved, but she looks up to Taya very much, and Taya babies her. Their mother is an alchoholic and very much out of it most of the time, so it was no surprise when their father divorced her and took custody of both girls. This happened when Taya was sixteen and Wynter was eleven. Their mom had visitation rights, but frankly, the girls were uncomfortable around her and tried to avoid spending too much time with her. Taya, being close to her sister and oftentimes acting more like her real mother, spent many nights trying to comfort Wynter, who was very sensitive to the whole ordeal.
Wynter grew very ill around her own sixteenth birthday. She was diagnosed with breast cancer even at such a young age, and after a little research she decided on getting a lumpectomy instead of a mastectomy. The family funds were not nearly enough to cover her chemo and radiation, however, and their insurance policy offered little coverage, so the family tried finding charities and fund raisers to little success. Many tearful nights were spent in their household, trying to figure out what to do for Wynter. Eventually her father decided to hell with it and started her on her treatments, but six weeks from the start date, on the morning of her third chemo injection, the doctors office tactfully kicked her out because nothing was being paid so far.
Enraged, Taya went home that day and started hacking into bank accounts associated with that doctors office. She was successful in transferring money to a fraudulent account of her own and brought Wynter back in that morning for her treatment, which went successfully. Taya might have gotten away with things, due to her incredible hacking abilities and the foreknowlege she had to cut ties between her identity and the stolen money, but her father found out what she did and he gave her an ultimatum; leave now, never speak to either of them again, or turn yourself in the authorities. This is how Taya ended up in Eden.
RPG Example:[/size][/b]
It wasn't necessarily that Raion made a habit of arriving to the airport five hours earlier than the departure time, but circumstances didn't much allow for anything else. So here he was, waking up from a nap that he had taken while splayed across a soft-cushioned bench in a corner. He was surprised with himself for actually haven fallen asleep in such a busy, obnoxiously loud gathering of irritable people, most of which walked in a hurried trot as though they were late. He was a light sleeper as it was, so this turn of events was just a clue to how mentally exhausted he really felt. In the back of his mind he wondered how he must look to passerbys. They either recognized that he was sleep-deprived or they were presumptuously categorizing him as a "drug addict." He tried to pretend that he actually cared for his appearance, and quickly ran his fingers through his hair in an attempt to make it presentable.
He checked the monitors that were stacked up high on columns of cement. Atlanta was such a huge airport, so it took a while for him to find his flight number and double check that it was still scheduled for the same time. It was. With a mixture of overwhelming emotion, Raion gathered his buzzing thoughts and took a moment to yawn, while glancing around at the plethora of strangers dodging one another. Some just bumped into each other and kept on walking as if it didn't happened.
He pulled his cheap cell phone from one of his jean pockets and pressed a button. When the screen lit up to show how many messages were waiting for him, he sighed heavily. His heart ached with a pang of loneliness and uncertainty, but he was determined. He'd decided he was going to do this the moment his uncle's casket had been sealed. No one was going to stop him, not his mother, his little sister, or his ex girlfriend.
His stomach twisted in knots and at first he couldn't differentiate his nervousness from his unbearable hunger. After a moment, though, he realized he was starving and that he no longer had a whole lot of time to spare. Shrugging his backpack over his shoulders, he headed for the nearest restaurant and waited to be seated. He couldn't care less what he ate, really. At this point he was eating just because he had to, like a machine that needed refueling. He knew he'd find little pleasure in the tastes or the textures. But when he was starving, he tended to get ill very quickly, and wasn't interested in vomiting into paper bags for several hours.
He knew he was going to drink more than he would eat, so in a bit of a subconcious reflex, he patted at his left pocket, his palm fitting around the leather wallet hidden away that carried most of his life savings. He'd brought with him lots of cash and some credit cards, enough to last him for a few months if that was what would be necessary. He wasn't all there mentally as the hostess smiled sweetly and lead him to a small table. His stomach was growling, he was suffering from high anxiety, and he suddenly felt the beginnings of a panic attack coming on. Feeling unsteady on his feet, he fumbled for a moment and reached out for the closest thing next to him; Michael Zielinski's table.
His weight was too much and actually sent the table careening for the briefest moment; enough to send the glass full of liquid cascading to the tiled floor below, where it shattered loudly. Cursing with embarassment and an overwhelmed feeling, Raion apologized and instinctively reached down to start picking up the shards of glassware. Just as he felt a searingly hot pain spread through one of his fingers, the hostess was pulling him up to his feet again, commanding that he stop.
"No need to clean up, sir, our bus boy will take care of it. I'd hate for you to get-- oh dear."
Raion stared at her blankly for a moment, wondering why she was standing there with her mouth agape, when he remembered the pain in his finger and the glass he'd been picking up. His gaze followed hers, to his fist, which was now clenching a shard while the blood ran in a steady trickle down his fingers and onto the floor below. He felt his skin grow hot with shame and wished the floor would swallow him up. Being in the center of attention was not his comfort zone, but unfortunately he felt the stares of everyone piercing right into him, and he felt lightheaded. He sat down in his chair with a clumsy thump, while the hostess handed him a large clump of napkins. He took them with a quiet 'thanks.'
He sat there for a few moments while he applied pressure to his cuts, watching the hostess scramble away for some first aid, when he remembered that he'd grabbed a stranger's table and obliterated his drink. His eyes flicked over to Michael for the first time.
"Geeze, I am really sorry. I'm more tired than I thought. Can I buy you a drink?"[/color] he asked, flashing an equally apologetic smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.
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