Post by `S O L O on Mar 8, 2008 19:17:05 GMT -5
behind the mask;;
your name: desirae
how long you've been RPing: 2 years
where'd you find us?: I'm the admin lol
other characters: Priest, Jinx
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what meets the eye;;
name: Tyler Marie Taylor
nickname: Solo - I once screamed at my sister that I could go to the store 'solo', without her help for once. She started calling me 'Solo' and it just stuck.
celebrity face: Becky Lou Filip
gender: F
age: 17
orientation: Straight
nationality: French
hair: Auburn
eyes: piercing blue
height: 5'6
weight: 115
build: skinny
tattoos/piercings: gang tattoo on left wrist ; ears pierced
on the inside;;
five positive traits:
- Quiet
- Independent
- Resilient
- Peaceful
- Reliable
five negative traits:
- She's blind
- Shy
- Doesn't let people in
- Irritable
- Random Panic Attacks
five likes:
- Feeling Safe
- Coffee
- Her guide dog, Enzo
- Her sister, Skylar
- Music
five dislikes:
- Fights - everyone forgets about her and she gets lost
- Rude People
- Being alone
- Snobs
- Cats
past, present, future;;
short history:
Skylar (my sister) was born a beautiful, healthy baby girl to two 16-year-olds, Anna and Devon (our parents). Anna and Devon were living on their own, kicked out by their parents (my grandparents), and not doing so well. They did their best to take care of Skylar, but money and things were always tight. By the time Anna and Devon were 18, they had another daughter: me (Tyler). By now our parents were doing a little bit better, but were still living in the slums. Before long, Dad began to get abusive. Not only to Mom, but to Skylar and I, too. Mom and Dad fought a lot and the marriage wasn't doing too well.
Fast forward seventeen years. Skylar's nineteen and I'm seventeen. Anna and Devon are divorced, with Skylar and I going back and forth between their apartments. Our family never came into any kind of money, and we are still living in the slums of Denver. But Skylar and I stick together. Skylar has been in a gang for about two years now, but I refused to join. All that changed six months ago, though.
Dad never stopped beating my sister and I. Mom was a drunk and ran around with all different men. I've always tried to lay low, but the wrath of both of my parents seemed to be taken out on me. Dad would always corner me and punch and kick me over and over again in the stomach and legs, so that no one would see the bruises at school. Well, one night I was sick of it and tried to fight back. Bad idea. Dad got real angry. He punched me in the left temple. He's never hit my head before. Instantly after he did that, my world went black. I screamed with terror and blacked out. When I woke up, I was in the hospital with the doctors telling me that when I fell down the stairs (apparently Dad made up some story about how I'm a klutz and am always falling, and fell down the stairs and hit my head), I hit my head in just the right spot, paralyzing my optic nerve. In English: my Dad punching me made me go blind. With no hope of ever regaining my sight. Needless to say, I cried for days.
I've been blind for six months. After one whole month of depression and listlessness, I finally realized that I had to pull together and beat the blindness. My sister Skylar helped me out a lot. She signed me up for a free guide dog, and convinced me to join her gang. Skylar has helped me through this so much. You have no idea how terrifying it is to be able to look at the city scape one moment, and the next have your world be a pitch-black hole. I have no idea what I'd do without my sister. She picks out my clothes for me, she knows my style so well, and helps me with little things every day. I'm getting more and more used to not being able to see though, and my hearing, smelling, and sense of touch have already begun to sharpen. My dog Enzo, an Australian Shepherd, leads me to where I need to go every day. Without her, I'd be lost. A world in pitch black might not be so bad, I'm learning. But there are times when I'm scared for my life. Sometimes when I'm alone, I think that I can hear someone sneaking up on me. Sometimes I get so scared that I start to shake and cry and scream. I hate being alone. The warmth of someone's skin against mine or the sound of their voice is the only thing that keeps me safe these days.
reason for joining gang:
I need protection. Major. My sister can't always be there for me. I need to make new friends that will be there for me. That that's not going to be easy. I also need a family. My parents are screw-ups and I'm not safe with them, I know.
gang you think you belong in: The Saints