Post by layla nicole carson-madison on Feb 19, 2010 15:18:27 GMT -5
L A Y L A - N I C O L E -
C A R S O N - M A D I S O N ,
nicknames ,
- - - none
age ,
- - - fourteen
occupation ,
- - - student
member group ,
- - - freshmen
personality ,
- - - independent, carefree, stubborn, blunt, sarcastic, broken, scared, withdrawn, tough, and soon-to-be-partier
family ,
- - - savannah madison (mother-deceased), jason madison (father-deceased), anne-marie carson (adoptive mother), tyler john carson (adoptive father), blake --- carson (adoptive brother), olivia jane carson (adoptive sister)
history ,
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The awkward pair of Savannah and Jason were a pair to be reckoned with in their school days. With countless years together, it was almost funny how they blossomed together. Jason’s parents could only pretend to be in shock as the two finally found themselves together as a couple. When their years at the school ended, the couple found themselves settling down, and when things found a way of working, Jason proposed to Savannah. After the two had a joyful wedding, they settled down in their home, which stayed in close proximity of the school they attended as children. When the time was right they thought of children, and when the thought was processed, they came up nine months later with little Layla Nicole.
Born on a cold and windy winter day, to Jason and Savannah Madison was Layla Nicole, the first child and only daughter of the family. When they brought the baby home for the first time, the young and happy couples were thrilled to have a baby girl, and the first few months went by rather quickly, as they taught the young girl of there’s a bunch of things she needed. She wasn’t ever a picky eater, taking whatever it was her mother gave her, and from the moment the girl could talk, you knew she was different. She became rather fluent by the age of two, sure she stumbled and messed up, but she was quick at learning the things in which she needed.
As she was always graceful on her feet the young girl, at the age of five, was entered into a ballet class. She took to the activity quick and would soon be able to call herself a dancer. The friendly girl made friends quickly with the fellow dancers, making the sport a bit more enjoyable. As an only child it was easy to sway her parents to her thinking and have them wrapped around her finger. Not that she wasn't a good girl to begin with. Layla was always a bright student. All her papers were fridge worthy and there was no grade under a B+. She was a happy go lucky girl- then her parents died.
It wasn't anything heroic, but they died in a car crash and guilt and grief hit Layla like a brick. She blamed herself instantly claiming that they were on their way to pick her up from dance when they were struck by another car- a drunk driver who ran the red light. She had been calling them for hours after they hadn't come to pick them up, before she called a neighbor and asked for a ride home. The neighbor brought her home and stayed with her- then she got the call. She cried and grieved and the days following were more like a blur.
She changed instantly after that. The one proud dancer quit. She found nothing but fear in dancing as it took away the two people most important to her. She grew a bit more carefree but only to cover the hidden fear she had of life and death. She began to fear what would happen to her. She would be entering high school in the fall and she didn't have a family. In the end Layla moved in with her aunt and uncle and two two cousins. She roomed with Olivia, her older cousin. She knew she wasn't really wanted but she quickly drew a bond with the reserved girl, and somehow, without even knowing, pulled her from her shell. But via seemed to help Layla as well. Via seemed to understand that she was going through something that would haunt her the rest of her life. She helped the girl grieve and move on and also showed her how to live again. But her grades were still slipping and her curfew seemed to change. She'd thankful for her aunt and uncles love and care but she's breaking slowly while trying to gain popularity at a new school with new people.
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HEY THERE, I'M ELLE AND I'M SEVENTEEN YEARS OLD! I'VE BEEN RUNNING AROUND THE ROLEPLAY WORLD FOR FOUR YEARS AND YOU CAN CHECK OUT MY ROLEPLAY SAMPLE BELOW! AS YOU CAN SEE, I'M USING WILLA HOLLAND AS THE PLAY-BY FOR THIS CHARACTER. OH, AND MY OTHER CHARACTERS ARE AVALYN MARIE DAVIDSON!
Standing off to the side of a well known club was Emmeline Weller. She wasn't exactly the first girl you'd think to see in a place like this club or any club in general. After all she was much too simple and naive looking to be found in a place like the Lit Lounge, but she'd heard of it through word of mouth at Constance and the young girl decided to check it out. With her parents working on a rather large case for the time being, they wouldn't call to check in on her until the morning. They hadn't participated in nightly check up call since she was ten, and they wouldn't arrive home until later and then leave well before she rose in the morning. Besides, she was much to responsible and educated to make a stupid decision. Little did they know that their little girl was doing things far more off base than sneaking out at night to hang out with her friends. For a little over a month, the girl had slowly been creeping from the sidelines to the radar of some of the richest and most popular girls, not only in Constance, but also in New York. She was gaining allies slowly, but surely, and in order to broaden her horizon just a little bit more, she chose to go club hopping.
Well, she wasn't exactly going club hopping. That would require too much talent on her part. That would mean cutting the lines in numerous places and Em was sure she wasn't ready for a task as large as that one. One line a night was just fine for starting out but when the girl had arrived at the club, even the simple line that was formed there took her by surprise. How the hell could it still be almost wrapping around the establishment? It was nearing eleven! That was absolutely crazy. But, obviously they hadn't read the chick flick books like Em had when the girl would fake her way into the club. Emma knew there was a slim chance of it actually working but when she arrived at the front of the line- claiming to the others that she was seeing what the fuss was about, she could honestly tell that there was a good chance for her to slide right through, at least with the way the bouncer was looking at her.
She had stood before the bouncer, as a young,yet equally as sexy looking as the woman behind her, girl in a strapless red dress and a pair of low, silver, heels. The girls hair was let down in loose cascading curls and a sly smile was placed on her cherry red lips. She nudged her head in the direction of the small group already entering, "I'm with them." Her voice had come out low and proper tone, as she let her eyes linger over him. Then she let her coyest smirk fall into place, "But if you play your cards right I could end up with you." He had raised an eyebrow at both statements, but looked easily swayed with the sound of her voice. Maybe she wouldn't be as out of place as she thought. But after the man had let her in, Em had hesitated at the door. What on earth was she getting herself into? Once she stepped into the club scene, the music washed over her body and carried her throughout the crowd. She bit lightly on her lower lip until she ended up a little to the right of the bar. A small glass of who knows what in her hand, and slowly and occasionally she took a sip, unsure of what exactly to think of the place she was currently in.
Emmeline hadn't seen a single person she knew, and while she didn't expect it, it almost made her a bit unsure about how a place like this would help her socially. Then again, Em wasn't sure what would happen tonight, or where this place would take her. She was glad that the girls from her school wouldn't see her make an ass of herself, though Em would be equally pissed if she somehow did something remarkably worthy of attention and she didn't get any. As of now her future at Constance was a waiting game. Either she'd start to rise or she'd plummet back down (which wasn't all that far from where she was standing now). She was hoping for the former and hoped to stay clear of the later. Just the thought of the social ladder and where she stood made her drown her drink quickly, something that she didn't even know she could do, and then place the glass on the counter.
It seemed by doing that, it was deemed the nice way to ask for another drink. They hadn't even bothered to check id's, not that Em didn't have a very passable fake one in her wallet. She was pretty and she was dateless so maybe the bartender took pity on that. Then again, she did have to pay for the drinks, so obviously he wasn't feeling too much pity for the lonely girl in red. She'd noted up to coast slowly, knowing fully well that if she kept drinking the drinks the way she did she'd loose count of not only the price she owed but the number of drinks she had throughout the night. However, Em simply held the glass of alcohol in her hand and let her emerald green eyes linger across the room, to the dance floor, and then to another pair of eyes.
Well, she wasn't exactly going club hopping. That would require too much talent on her part. That would mean cutting the lines in numerous places and Em was sure she wasn't ready for a task as large as that one. One line a night was just fine for starting out but when the girl had arrived at the club, even the simple line that was formed there took her by surprise. How the hell could it still be almost wrapping around the establishment? It was nearing eleven! That was absolutely crazy. But, obviously they hadn't read the chick flick books like Em had when the girl would fake her way into the club. Emma knew there was a slim chance of it actually working but when she arrived at the front of the line- claiming to the others that she was seeing what the fuss was about, she could honestly tell that there was a good chance for her to slide right through, at least with the way the bouncer was looking at her.
She had stood before the bouncer, as a young,yet equally as sexy looking as the woman behind her, girl in a strapless red dress and a pair of low, silver, heels. The girls hair was let down in loose cascading curls and a sly smile was placed on her cherry red lips. She nudged her head in the direction of the small group already entering, "I'm with them." Her voice had come out low and proper tone, as she let her eyes linger over him. Then she let her coyest smirk fall into place, "But if you play your cards right I could end up with you." He had raised an eyebrow at both statements, but looked easily swayed with the sound of her voice. Maybe she wouldn't be as out of place as she thought. But after the man had let her in, Em had hesitated at the door. What on earth was she getting herself into? Once she stepped into the club scene, the music washed over her body and carried her throughout the crowd. She bit lightly on her lower lip until she ended up a little to the right of the bar. A small glass of who knows what in her hand, and slowly and occasionally she took a sip, unsure of what exactly to think of the place she was currently in.
Emmeline hadn't seen a single person she knew, and while she didn't expect it, it almost made her a bit unsure about how a place like this would help her socially. Then again, Em wasn't sure what would happen tonight, or where this place would take her. She was glad that the girls from her school wouldn't see her make an ass of herself, though Em would be equally pissed if she somehow did something remarkably worthy of attention and she didn't get any. As of now her future at Constance was a waiting game. Either she'd start to rise or she'd plummet back down (which wasn't all that far from where she was standing now). She was hoping for the former and hoped to stay clear of the later. Just the thought of the social ladder and where she stood made her drown her drink quickly, something that she didn't even know she could do, and then place the glass on the counter.
It seemed by doing that, it was deemed the nice way to ask for another drink. They hadn't even bothered to check id's, not that Em didn't have a very passable fake one in her wallet. She was pretty and she was dateless so maybe the bartender took pity on that. Then again, she did have to pay for the drinks, so obviously he wasn't feeling too much pity for the lonely girl in red. She'd noted up to coast slowly, knowing fully well that if she kept drinking the drinks the way she did she'd loose count of not only the price she owed but the number of drinks she had throughout the night. However, Em simply held the glass of alcohol in her hand and let her emerald green eyes linger across the room, to the dance floor, and then to another pair of eyes.
