Post by Skyler Parsons on Jun 19, 2007 13:43:58 GMT -5
Name: Miss Skyler Alexandria Parsons
Age: 26
Gender: Lady.
Allegiance: The British Royal.
Occupation: On Ship: The thinker, former of attack strategies, and most importantly nurse to the wounded. On land: Refined woman on the outside, rebellious young adult on the inside.
Weapon of Choice: Her father demanded that she learn how to fence if she was going to be traveling in the British Navy, whether as a nurse or otherwise. Therefore, he spent good time and money on her lessons and she carries an ornate sword with her wherever she goes.
Home Town/Island: Good old England!
Ship: She switches between British ships, aiding the wounded, but her father owns the fifth best vessel in the navy: The Showdown. Much to her father's dismay, Skyler affectionately refers to it as the "Show-D"
Appearance: Tall and strongly built, she has her mother's curvy Spanish body. She's not petite and graceful like the other English women, which is why she doesn't really fit in with them in the social elite (which makes her father very upset). Her body is athletic and muscular, for she puts many hours more into fencing practice than her father is aware of. Her platinum blonde hair is usually swept back into a beautiful, wavy bun, but her mother has one portrait of her with her hair down when she was just a little girl:
Her eyes are a deep, chocolate brown, and her facial features are delicate, coming from her father's English heritage.
Personality: She knows how to behave in which situations, but really she's completely torn under the surface. She's struggling between trying to be the beautiful, hardly-heard social elitess her father wants her to be, and the adventurous freebird that she really is. The only time she is really at peace is when she is healing someone. All of her energy goes into that person and she forgets about everything else. It is as if her life force is dwelling in her very fingertips. However, when she's not on the job she acts in spurts of emotion, sometimes talking too much, and other times not enough. Recently she has learned to just keep everything to herself. This makes it so much easier for her to act as refined as her father wants her to be. Occasionally when the energy has gotten bottled to the bursting point, she'll leave for days and sometimes weeks, trying to get away from it all. True, this is an immature act, but she always comes back. Now that she's an adult, these trips are more like miniature vacations than runaway attempts.
History: She was born into power that she didn't want. Her father has the highest seat in the British Parliament, and her mother was a Governess from Spain. They came together and had two children, Skyler being the oldest by one year. Her younger brother Ross has always gotten the public attention, though their parents pamper Skyler more. As a child she ran off often, which led to her parents pampering her more to persuade her to cut this bad behavior. They didn't know that this was the very thing she was running from. Gritting her teeth, Skyler puts up with all of this nonsense that she inwardly despises, wishing she could just up and leave for once, starting her own life somewhere else. She got her wish at the age of 18, when her years of apprenticeship with the best nurses and medics in England finally came to a positive end. The settlement of the British Isles were just beginning, and the British Navy needed very skilled nurses aboard their ships. She was recommended for the job and eagerly took it.
Other: She has a cat given to her by her brother for her 18th birthday, a gray-blue Siamese by the name of Denali. She takes Denali with her wherever she goes, basically, as they are the best of friends. They have "conversations" all the time, and although people find it strange that Skyler talks to this cat, she thinks it's just fine.
Roleplay Sample:
"I guess I'd better head back, huh? There's no use trying to go somewhere if there's nowhere to go."
Skyler was looking out over the ocean from a stone balcony. Where this balcony was, she wasn't even sure herself. She had been walking since that morning, and night had long since fallen. The full moon was casting a luminescent glow across the water, making moonrays shimmer like diamonds encrusted in the surf. The balcony was ages old, moss and ivy creeping up the sides of the arch that curved above her head to form the entry to the overlook. In the night, Skyler couldn't hear the raging tide at the bottom of the cliff, but she knew it was there, assaulting the jagged rocks in a valiant effort to climb farther up to her. Tracing her fingers along Denali's backbone, Skyler hugged the animal to her breast and sighed heavily. Denali let out a soft "Mrow."
"You're right. We're leaving tomorrow for the British Isles anyway, so I guess this trip was kind of pointless." she chuckled, allowing a smile to erase the frown usually etched into her pretty features. "But you know what, Denali? One day I'm gonna fly the coop for real, and this time I won't come back."
The Siamese turned her lamplike gaze upon Skyler, a skeptical glint in her multicolored eyes. It was very strange for a cat to have one blue eye and one green, but that was Skyler's favorite part about Denali. This is irrelevant now, as the moon was just starting to peak in the sky. Denali's eyes shone with the force of a mirror as Skyler probed them, looking for an answer.
"I know you don't think I'll ever stay for long, but I really will. I promise." she said, trying to reason with the silent cat. "Once I get up enough momentum and courage, I will start a new life. I'm not going to be a porcelain doll forever. I never was, and I never will be. Savvy?"
Denali seemed satisfied and yawned widely, her claws digging a little into Skyler's forearm as if to seal the promise she had just made. It was a feeling Skyler had gotten so used to, she didn't even recognize it anymore. With another defeated sigh, Skyler turned around to step off the stone balcony, taking the same path back home that she had travelled so many times before, with so many different thoughts running through her head.
Age: 26
Gender: Lady.
Allegiance: The British Royal.
Occupation: On Ship: The thinker, former of attack strategies, and most importantly nurse to the wounded. On land: Refined woman on the outside, rebellious young adult on the inside.
Weapon of Choice: Her father demanded that she learn how to fence if she was going to be traveling in the British Navy, whether as a nurse or otherwise. Therefore, he spent good time and money on her lessons and she carries an ornate sword with her wherever she goes.
Home Town/Island: Good old England!
Ship: She switches between British ships, aiding the wounded, but her father owns the fifth best vessel in the navy: The Showdown. Much to her father's dismay, Skyler affectionately refers to it as the "Show-D"
Appearance: Tall and strongly built, she has her mother's curvy Spanish body. She's not petite and graceful like the other English women, which is why she doesn't really fit in with them in the social elite (which makes her father very upset). Her body is athletic and muscular, for she puts many hours more into fencing practice than her father is aware of. Her platinum blonde hair is usually swept back into a beautiful, wavy bun, but her mother has one portrait of her with her hair down when she was just a little girl:
Her eyes are a deep, chocolate brown, and her facial features are delicate, coming from her father's English heritage.
Personality: She knows how to behave in which situations, but really she's completely torn under the surface. She's struggling between trying to be the beautiful, hardly-heard social elitess her father wants her to be, and the adventurous freebird that she really is. The only time she is really at peace is when she is healing someone. All of her energy goes into that person and she forgets about everything else. It is as if her life force is dwelling in her very fingertips. However, when she's not on the job she acts in spurts of emotion, sometimes talking too much, and other times not enough. Recently she has learned to just keep everything to herself. This makes it so much easier for her to act as refined as her father wants her to be. Occasionally when the energy has gotten bottled to the bursting point, she'll leave for days and sometimes weeks, trying to get away from it all. True, this is an immature act, but she always comes back. Now that she's an adult, these trips are more like miniature vacations than runaway attempts.
History: She was born into power that she didn't want. Her father has the highest seat in the British Parliament, and her mother was a Governess from Spain. They came together and had two children, Skyler being the oldest by one year. Her younger brother Ross has always gotten the public attention, though their parents pamper Skyler more. As a child she ran off often, which led to her parents pampering her more to persuade her to cut this bad behavior. They didn't know that this was the very thing she was running from. Gritting her teeth, Skyler puts up with all of this nonsense that she inwardly despises, wishing she could just up and leave for once, starting her own life somewhere else. She got her wish at the age of 18, when her years of apprenticeship with the best nurses and medics in England finally came to a positive end. The settlement of the British Isles were just beginning, and the British Navy needed very skilled nurses aboard their ships. She was recommended for the job and eagerly took it.
Other: She has a cat given to her by her brother for her 18th birthday, a gray-blue Siamese by the name of Denali. She takes Denali with her wherever she goes, basically, as they are the best of friends. They have "conversations" all the time, and although people find it strange that Skyler talks to this cat, she thinks it's just fine.
Roleplay Sample:
"I guess I'd better head back, huh? There's no use trying to go somewhere if there's nowhere to go."
Skyler was looking out over the ocean from a stone balcony. Where this balcony was, she wasn't even sure herself. She had been walking since that morning, and night had long since fallen. The full moon was casting a luminescent glow across the water, making moonrays shimmer like diamonds encrusted in the surf. The balcony was ages old, moss and ivy creeping up the sides of the arch that curved above her head to form the entry to the overlook. In the night, Skyler couldn't hear the raging tide at the bottom of the cliff, but she knew it was there, assaulting the jagged rocks in a valiant effort to climb farther up to her. Tracing her fingers along Denali's backbone, Skyler hugged the animal to her breast and sighed heavily. Denali let out a soft "Mrow."
"You're right. We're leaving tomorrow for the British Isles anyway, so I guess this trip was kind of pointless." she chuckled, allowing a smile to erase the frown usually etched into her pretty features. "But you know what, Denali? One day I'm gonna fly the coop for real, and this time I won't come back."
The Siamese turned her lamplike gaze upon Skyler, a skeptical glint in her multicolored eyes. It was very strange for a cat to have one blue eye and one green, but that was Skyler's favorite part about Denali. This is irrelevant now, as the moon was just starting to peak in the sky. Denali's eyes shone with the force of a mirror as Skyler probed them, looking for an answer.
"I know you don't think I'll ever stay for long, but I really will. I promise." she said, trying to reason with the silent cat. "Once I get up enough momentum and courage, I will start a new life. I'm not going to be a porcelain doll forever. I never was, and I never will be. Savvy?"
Denali seemed satisfied and yawned widely, her claws digging a little into Skyler's forearm as if to seal the promise she had just made. It was a feeling Skyler had gotten so used to, she didn't even recognize it anymore. With another defeated sigh, Skyler turned around to step off the stone balcony, taking the same path back home that she had travelled so many times before, with so many different thoughts running through her head.
