Post by Shaylee Noto on Aug 31, 2009 3:55:03 GMT
Wickedflame
NAME: Wickedflame
GENDER: Female
AGE: over 13
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: Since April 2009, but I've learned a lot since I first started
OTHER CHARACTERS: Nobody
HOW YOU FOUND US: Proboards Support
Shaylee Elizabeth Noto
So stand in the rain
Stand your ground
Stand up when it's all crashing down
You stand through the pain
You won't drown
And one day, whats lost can be found
You stand in the rain
NAME: Wickedflame
GENDER: Female
AGE: over 13
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: Since April 2009, but I've learned a lot since I first started
OTHER CHARACTERS: Nobody
HOW YOU FOUND US: Proboards Support
Shaylee Elizabeth Noto
So stand in the rain
Stand your ground
Stand up when it's all crashing down
You stand through the pain
You won't drown
And one day, whats lost can be found
You stand in the rain
character basics
NICKNAMES: Shaylee, or Shay
AGE: 17
GROUP: Student
YEAR: Year 12
BIRTHDAY: April 17th
GENDER: Female
PLAY-BY: Elaine Cassidyappearance
When you first look at Shaylee, two things come to mind: 1) "Oh my god...she's tall!!" and 2) "Yeah...nothing special." Standing 5'11, Shaylee's one distinct feature are her incredibly, elongated legs. They make up most of her height, but are covered in bruises, considering how klutzy she is. Her arms are equally as elongated; as a child she had problems finding skirts and shorts long enough for school. The rule was "finger tip length" while her fingers are almost down to her knees. Soft, amber eyes coordinate with her light brown hair, which falls just at her shoulders in light curls. To compliment her face, she decided to go for side bangs, which are usually parted on the half of her face.
But, one feature that compliments her nicely is her bright, sanguine smile. Its usually the focus of her face because for one, she is always smiling. Whether it be laughing or just sitting around doing nothing, you can guarantee to see those pearly whites in your gaze. Even though she takes care of her facial appearance, her personal style is casual and usually consists of jeans and a t-shirt. Her favorite outfit is her worn-out jean-jacket with a rip down the left sleeve, covering a simple white camisole along with a pair of torn jeans. Around her neck is a summery scarf, with strips of color ranging from pale blues to bright orange.personality
Shaylee is the shy, timid girl you don't really know when you first meet her. Around those she doesn't know, she almost seems mute, choosing not to speak or speaking in short, quick phrases. It takes a while to warm up to her, sooner or later you get to go further into the rabbit hole and let the real girl within blossom forth. If you become close friends with Shaylee, ultimately you'll see she tends to be high on life and always ready to have a good time. Her mother always referred to her as the "backward social butterfly", since she would strike up a conversation and have fun with those she knew, but if someone she didn't know came along, you can bet to see her turn around and watch her pale skin turn bright red.
Those who know her, describe her as a very strong willed individual. When she sets her mind on something, she won't back down on a challenge until she's faced it head on and turned it on its head. If someone she knows tries to break her high spirits, all she does is stand her ground and speak her mind. Granted, this would be to someone she trusts, if this was someone new to her, that would be a completely different story.
One of the weird quirks you will find about Shaylee is that she could be considered OCD. She will fix everything until it is perfect, even it takes all night. When hanging portraits or tracing lines on paper, if somehow they are crooked she will flip out and wonder to herself why she is so stupid at not being able to do it correctly. Other tell her to stop freaking out, but to her its just a normal part of who she is. But if she's having a meltdown...you might want to back off.
What does she like? Well, for one thing she is obsessed with cats, like her kitten back home, Ambrosia. He's a grey tabby tom with short fur and dazzling yellow eyes, she can't get over him after all the time she's been away from her home. When not busy on school work, you might find her studying her feline companions XP. But another hobby of hers is writing poetry, she can't get enough of it. Whether it be about her every day life, fantasy, a break up, or her friends, you can usually spot her with her light blue notebook and a pencil in hand, ready to write.
What can't she stand? People who find themselves superior to others, it makes her blood boil to see others act so vain, as if they rule the school. Inner beauty is better than no beauty, that's Shaylee's motto. But back on subject, her least favorite subject is Math, all those numbers end up jumbling in her brain and end up making her look stupid. The sight of applesauce always makes her want to vomit, just its mushy appearance makes her want to upchuck in the nearest receptacle. Another thing she absolutely cannot stand are people who act emo for attention, it drives her crazy when people intentionally hurt themselves so others will notice them.family & history
FATHER: Henry James Noto, 41
MOTHER: Patricia Wellington Noto, 43
SIBLINGS: Jimmy Sullivan Noto, 12
OTHER FAMILY: Kathleen Harrison, 19, Cousin/Ex-Best Friend
HISTORY:
As a young child, Shaylee was always confused and annoyed by her parents attention toward her. Because she didn't play with other children, only those she trusted, her parents believed that maybe she had a learning disability. Even today she doesn't understand this, but parents sometimes do crazy things. In Year 2, her parents took her to a specialist, who told them that Shaylee just had trouble communicating with other children and maybe even adults as well. Because of this, her parents would always treat her as though her brain couldn't function perfectly. She grew sick of it, she had straight A's and was still being treated as though she was incoherent! So, at the age of 9, she decided to finish it. One night at dinner she clanged her fork down and yelled, "I do not have a learning disability!!! My learning and social abilities are just as coherent as yours! I bet you aren't even capable of spelling coherent!! C-O-H-E-R-E-N-T! NOW STOP TREATING ME LIKE I'M A BABY!!" And that was the end of that.
Growing up, she could always turn to one person for advice, her older cousin Kathleen. Though she always bested Shaylee at nearly everything, her down-to-earth nature along with her humility made Shaylee warm up to her instantly. Whether it was homework, guy trouble, fashion, video games, or just ideas to get rid of sheer boredom, Kathleen would just put on a cheery grin and reply, "Alright, lets get started!" But when Kathleen turned 14, things started to go horribly wrong. Her best friend was now involved with the wrong crowd; drinking, drugs, sex, and partying all night long. Shaylee was 12, she assumed that's what all the cool kids did, so one night she grabbed some wine from the fridge and began to take a few sips.
Within minutes, her mother caught her, and the entire tale of Kathleen's wild days were soon unraveled. Shaylee felt awful, she had ratted out her best friend and let her down, but inside she knew it was for the best. Kathleen was soon sent away to rehab, and came back to thank Shaylee for rescuing her from herself. Though they still gave each other advice and hung out on the weekends, the bond they built couldn't be rebuilt.
During her first year at Somnium Academy, Shaylee had trouble finding the right crowd to hang out. There were the super preps, they just weren't for her. Jocks, thespians, and emos were just not her style. It seemed like an eternity before anyone would come her way to rid her of her eternal loneliness. Until one day, she was out in the courtyard sketching a picture of a tiger and heard a voice say, "Wow, that's really good!" Her name was Stella, a fellow artist who too was looking for a friend. Together they became a tag team, you would never see Shaylee without Stella.dream form
In her Dream Form, she takes the form of a phoenix, the proud and majestic bird of fire. A side of herself she only shows to a handful of people, she loves to take on challenges and stand up for what she truly believes in. If that means being scorned, then so be it. She's willing to take that risk. Though, her phoenix is not the usual streaks of red and orange, but icy blue. This is because of the insecurities inside of her, weighing her down and filling her head with doubt and deception.
