Post by TINSLEY JADE LYLE on Jul 24, 2011 3:25:08 GMT
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[atrb=style,background-color: transparent,bTable] hey guys. my name is Tinsley Jade Lyle , but you can call me lyle. everyone else does, so i guess you can too. i'm twenty-two years young, and if it isn't already obvious, i'm a female. it should be. what isn't so obvious is the fact that i'm a psychic and telepathic, but you can keep that a secret for now. |
personality
[/size][/right]I'm not someone who will make waves or cause a lot of trouble, unless I can't help but get involved in something because of what I hear or see. This is because I don't want a bunch of attention or suspicions drawn to myself, I just want to live life without looking over my shoulder. Why? Well, my biggest fear is that everyone will figure out my secret of being able to read minds, and from there someone might try to put me in a box to study, or experiment on. I suppose this seems kind of silly, being that my adoptive family knows about this ability and as of late, I have been wanting to tell my friend about my ability. I can see it now. If I'm so worried, why not turn the "off switch" on that part of the brain? Or by keeping the secret all to myself? I would use a "off switch" if I could, seriously I would. Though, for some reason I can't block everything out and thoughts keep pouring in, despite trying to train myself heavily over the years. As for keeping the secret to myself and not telling my family, well, that's almost impossible. Simply because I believe that my parents, and my other adoptive sibling have radars for finding secrets, and the pressure of hiding things managed to make me burst while living under the collective roof. I'm just lucky that after some time for the facts to sink in, that I'm still the same person, they finally accepted me. After weaning away from avoiding me and the like, while growing up. As for my friend? I want someone else to confide in besides my family. I know, I don't make sense. Who manages to make sense these days?
I do have to admit that my ability, curse or whatever I feel like calling it at times, makes me judgmental of a person and I kind of hate it. I feel like I cheated a step. As normally you are supposed to get to know a person and see their true colors, to either hate or like them from there. Even so, I try to give the person another chance to sway my mind and I'd like to believe I can be a nice person, but if I can't sway; then I'm not going to be the best of company. You might call me a B*tch at that point. Speaking of minds and my own little worries here and there, vampires are real. Really universe?! That surprised me and I was oddly happy. Only because I'm not the only-. Pardon the negative word, "FREAK," on the block anymore. Beyond that initial feeling, I would say that I'm wary of the vampires, all because I know nothing about them; I can't even hear their thoughts as to know what some might be up to. Despite this, I also envy the fact they were able to come out. All because it's not something I can do.
Now, while wanting to be guarded and private about my life, it isn't impossible for me to give out small details about me. I just have to be comfortable enough to do so, like now for instance. I'm a fan of detective novels and I will probably geek over different collector items. I watch plenty of t.v. and have a few shows I like as well, but as new pop trendy things arise, the more lost I become. I guess this might make me a nerd. That might be my quirk and I sometimes go off on tangents, I suppose. Although in closing of everything, there are a few good moments that I do like. Funny, huh? Well, I guess-. It would be the act of managing to help people down on their luck, or to try and talk someone out of hurting themselves or others. A worthwhile pro to all the cons.
history
[/size][/right]Well, obviously I have a birth certificate telling me where I was born, and who my biological parents are. Such as being born in Miami, Florida, to a Jennifer Ross and Jeremy Williams, but that doesn't really matter to me; kind of. I mean-. Sure, I'm curious as to why I was given up and yes, I have had thoughts about meeting them, but I would chicken out of doing something over the years. I'm not so sure I could handle the truth of why I was given up for one thing, and another reason is that I love my adoptive parents. I wouldn't want them to think that I don't love them as much? Sorry for my tangent, I'll get back on track. Whenever I was born, an adoption agency eventually placed me with my adoptive parents, Cristina and Marcus Lyle. Of which, couldn't have children of their own and I was raised within Richmond, Virgina. In a blink of an eye, I grew up along side of their other adoptive child, a girl named Kate Charlotte Lyle.Kate and I were like most siblings, as we had our bratty and peaceful moments with one another in our early years of growing up. We were also polar opposites, because Kate was often described as pretty, fun and popular as a teenager. Not to say I'm not pretty or fun either, I was just awkward and I had to watch myself a lot. Then again, there was also the matter of our grades in school, and we had our own strengths and weaknesses. Not to mention my powers, I guess I should finally talk about the pink elephant in the room. When I was younger, I pretended I was imagining things such as hearing voices within my head. I didn't want everyone to think I was crazy. However, whenever I was thirteen-. I just couldn't handle the pressure, and was a bit paranoid that my family "knew" about it. That I was hiding something, it, so I spilled the beans instead of looking into their thoughts further. I believed they had radars for knowing something was "off." That revelation of telling them all didn't go to well, I got the silent treatment for awhile.
I mean, let's face it-. That sounded crazy, as well as something like attention seeking. "Hey! I can read thoughts of other people." In fact, I feel that I was lucky that after some time, they came around to believe me. Happening whenever I read their thoughts to them and since then, it's something we don't talk about. Mainly because we have moved past that and into some kind of acceptance. In both of my Middle School and High School years, I've tried to control my power to the best of my ability, but a collection of stronger thoughts still have a way of creeping in. Once I graduated High School, I didn't have any ideas for college as I got older, but my sister did. While she moved off to Jamerson falls, New Jersey, I was still at home and working different jobs over the years. Whenever I was a bit older, such as my current age-. I moved out to join Kate in Jamerson falls and have since moved into my own place, a tiny apartment.
As for a job? I'm working at the falls caf'e and my powers are pretty much the same level as it was in Middle School and High School. Except I'm starting to see visualizations of what some people think, instead of blank thought here and there. I also have a friend I've met since moving to Jamerson Falls, that-. Well, I would like to tell them my secret but I haven't yet. Er-. Where Kate's future is concerned, she has long since dropped out of college and is currently trying to create her own restaurant to run. So much for being a doctor! Moving on-. We keep in touch with our parents every now and again, so I can probably tell you how they feel about vampires before I forget. My parents are not their biggest supporters, because they're worried about what it means in the grand scheme of things. Kate? Well, she's fascinated by them and I have to admit I'm becoming a bit of a helicopter sibling when she mentions the possibility of wanting to date one. I believe her views should be more like mine, but that would probably start a fight.[/div][/td][td][/td][/tr]
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role play sample |
I wish-. That I could just shelter in place. Lottie thought while sitting down at the front table, it was located within the kitchen of an abandoned home. Not to far from the actual home was a barn, a place that she didn't feel sharp enough to check out on the eerie farmlands. While she managed to sit down for some rest, fingertips evenly curled around her modified bat with a tense feeling as she began to sigh. Lottie knew that her thoughts were nothing more then a act of "wishful thinking," and it wasn't very practical in the long run. Though, it did give some feeling of safety and lord knows, in this time of hell: People would kill to be safe. Heck, Just to kill period, as nothing made sense anymore at times. Lottie took a deep breath, and removed herself from the kitchen chair and tried to take a look around. Hoping to god that she wouldn't run into any "geeks" as some were calling the infected, no matter how many of them she had to killed, they still scared her.
"H-H-.Hello?" Croaking out a response at long last and nearly jumped to a sound that sounded oh-so-close, but couldn't tell where exactly it was coming from. Please. Let it be a cat. Or maybe a dog-or. anything but one of them. Her thoughts ran a bit wild. So much for having a backbone. Could anyone blame her though? Her car broke down, which meant she had to wander around on foot, in the open and in sight of anyone watching. Possible dinner with legs. Luckily, she managed to make it onto the farm without incident. Lottie held the bat up high, ready to swing it and lost her nerve when seeing it was in fact a animal. A dog, but not entirely friendly as it growled. Oh, great. "I'm alive. The good kind, see boy?" Talking nice and soft in her tone, all the while she was taking a huge ass risk by lowering her hand and getting close to the dog. After a small amount of time, the dog seemed to warm up just a little and it had Lottie wondering on who the pet belonged to. [/div][/center][/td][/tr][/table]
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