Post by reynaarmstrong on May 8, 2013 22:20:54 GMT -8
* REYNA OLIVIA ARMSTRONG !
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But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired
I know right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be...me [/center]
full name: Reyna Olivia Armstrong
nicknames: Ren/Reyn
date of birth: May 8th
date of change: ONLY FILL OUT IF VAMPIRE!
hometown: Nottingham, England
species: Werewolf
abilities: Shape-Shifting, Super Strength, Super Agility, Healing Factor, Werewolf Bite and Full Moon.
height: 5'3'
weight: 110 lbs.
hair: Dark Brown
eyes: Greenish Brown
play by: Lucy Hale
likes:
001. Reading
002. Joking Around
003. Daydreaming
004. Writing Poetry
005. Drawing little cartoons
dislikes:
001. Unfamiliarity
002. Her Ears
003. Death
004. Wolfsbane
005. Witches
strengths:
Despite being a bit awkward socially, Reyna is a quick learner and when she becomes compassionate about something, she doesn't let go and keeps pushing forward. She won't back down when she's needed and is pretty loyal to people she has grown to trust. She's outright kind to anyone, even if they don't share the same resolve.
weaknesses:
Sometimes her kindness maybe nice, but misguided. She tends to unknowingly help those that aren't the best of sorts. She's not very good at telling who to trust and when she freaks out, it takes her awhile to calm down. Her insecurities hold her back from doing things that would lead to too much change. She tends to shy away from those she deems as dangerous, though she mainly bases that off of appearances.
fears:
001. Being left alone
002. Being taken back to the asylum
003. Not being able to help her friends
004. Watching her loved ones die.
005. Losing who she is as a person.
secrets: The fact she resided inside an asylum up until recently, her fear of being left alone, and where she is from.
personality:
Being told you’re mentally unfit takes it's toll; especially when you’re just a child when it happens. Reyna has lived most of her preteen to young adult life in a British Mental Institution. Causing her to have a quiet, reclusive nature; though she does have another side to her; since she had no one else to talk to being locked up in there, it developed increasingly over the years. According to her stepfather Geoffrey Stowe, president of the institute, this in addition to lycanthropy, maybe split personality disorder; but hey, you would go crazy too if you were cooped up in a little room with bars on the windows.
Reyna’s sense of humor is pretty unique; and she’s been known to be quite the comedian-when she’s not being a hermit that is. After being released from Stowe’s Institution and placed into the real world; her sense of humor has come in handy. How else is she going to make friends if she didn’t have something to offer? Or at least that’s what she believes; because she doesn’t know that some people will just be friends with you if they like who you are.
Reyna is a sweet, quirky sort of girl. Her mind often wanders from one memory to the other, leaving little room for her to remember she was conversing with someone. She's easily distracted, and things often fall in presence. Her awkward gestures are a sure sign that's she's socially inept. She's working on this however, but it's easier said then done. When she's overly tired, she gets the funnies, which makes her personality do a three sixty. She'll suddenly become zany, rambunctious and chatty. She'll then let her overactive imagination take control and it's hard to tell what she'll do next.
mother: Catherine Armstrong (deceased)
father: Decklin McLeary
siblings: Two unnamed brothers, both deceased
other family: Daniel McLeary (uncle) and Johanna O'Reilly (aunt)
other important people: None
history:
Reyna was born the night of a full moon; to Decklin McLeary and Catherine Armstrong, a seemingly normal young couple in Nottingham, England. However, their relationship had become strained because Catherine was still getting used to being a werewolf. After the birth of their daughter and the stillbirth of her two sons, she was not doing too well.
The couple fell apart when Reyna was only a few months old; and Catherine soon met and married an astute psychologist named Geoffrey Stowe, an insufferable older gentleman who believed more in logic than anything else. Reyna was constantly reminded from then on how lucky she was to be taken in by him and warned by her mother to never mention her heritage.
Catherine wanted to shut that part of her life out; she wanted to forget about Decklin and the two children she had lost after becoming one. This didn’t work to well with Reyna however; as her father often sent letters to her, telling her of what it was like, the power she would have once she became one. Not soon after she began middle school; she told her stepfather and mother that she couldn’t hide being what she was-a werewolf.
In her mind she was the fictitious werewolf from one of the old movies; like Werewolf in London or something like that. Her stepfather immediately diagnosed her with lycanthropy and locked her up in his asylum. She spent six years of her life here; being treated like an invalid and constantly being studied and prodded with needles. When she was fourteen, an orderly had cornered her in the lab and freaked her out. She managed to get a hold of a syringe and injected him with it and when he lunged for her, she ended up breaking his neck. After that, there were no further experiments on her and she was kept in seclusion. Her step-father covered up the death, to protect his reputation.
On her seventeenth birthday however, her mother died and Geoffrey Stowe had received an offer from the outside for her release. Once she had been let out, the guard gave her a parcel, which she opened promptly after getting out of the building. Inside was a passport, her records, some cash and casual clothing. There was also a note.
Dear Reyna,
Though I am unable to see you at this present time, be aware that their is a one way ticket to Virginia in one of the shirts provided for you. You will need to find Mystic Falls, Virginia and take residence. Your presence is needed there, and I will be able meet you once it is safe. Blend in, enroll in school if you have to, but lay low until I found you. Remember not to tell anyone of where you are from and as always, remain safe and out of trouble.
There was no signature at the bottom indicating who it was from,which puzzled her, well it certainly wasn't the handwriting of someone she knew, but whoever it was had offered her away out, and she was going to take it. After finding a public bathroom to change in, she cleaned herself up and boarded a plane to America. On the way over, she practiced speaking without an accent, to make sure and cover her tracks. It wasn't easy, but somehow she could do it with little accent evident. Once she had arrived, she followed the instructions the letter had provided and is now waiting for the mysterious writer of the letter.
your name: Reyna
age: 19
experience: Eight +
who you play: Just Reyna for now.
how to contact you: Aim: Palisadexx
how you found us: Link back on a site I was on.
role play sample:
He was there again, with his gaunt face and sunken in eyes. But why? He wasn't a patient, unless...unless he was here for her. Her eyes widened suddenly as she saw the curl of his lips, the desire in his eyes. In fright, she turned and ran down the hallway of the cement corridor, she couldn't move fast enough however, because soon he had her cornered. There were only doors in the dead end hallway she had entered. So she flung herself towards them, jingling the handles in hopes that they would open. One of them did, and she managed to catch her breath before running down a maze of corridors. For awhile, it seemed like she had lost him, but when she began to relax, he would appear again, in her peripherals. She would run faster, in hopes of escaping this place, her own personal hell. And then suddenly there were no doors. She had ran into a room with just walls. It was closed off, and she could here his footsteps getting louder and louder...
Oh god, he was coming for her, why couldn't he just leave her alone? After she shrunk against the wall, she made her way to a corner and dragged her body down to the floor where she curled up into a ball and started crying. Suddenly the door clicked, her eyes widened. No, he was here, he had found her! Tears were streaming down her face, as she saw the man enter the little room. The same evil smile was worn on his face and his eyes, oh his eyes were those of a psychopath. He held a syringe in his hands as he came forward. As he got closer, she could hear his breathing, it was quick as if he was excited. No, no! He couldn't touch her! Not again! He couldn't...When there eyes finally met, she squished herself against the wall even more, her eyes flickering with fear. Please, just leave me alone! She wanted to cry, but her mouth just hung open uselessly,as she silently screamed. He edged closer to her, prepping the syringe. His eyes were wild as got a hold of her arm and gripped it with such force that she resorted to not moving. Her legs trembled as the syringe began it's slow descent into her arm. It was just a millimeter away before he suddenly drew it back.
She grew still, her dark eyes boring into his. What was he up to? Wasn't he going to sedate her and have his way? At the sight of her shock, he simply smiled. 'Ah don't worry my dear. I will have you no matter what. You can never escape me. You are mine' And with that he slammed the syringe into her arm and she screamed. Suddenly she jolted awake, her eyes darting wildly around her, searching for him, but he wasn't there. His words still lingered in her fragile mind, even if she couldn't see him, he could still be out there, waiting...perhaps lurking in the shadows. She blinked, realizing she wasn't in her den. She had been sleep walking again it seemed. At least she was wearing a night gown, though she distinctly remembered falling asleep in her wolf form earlier that night. Oh well, at least she recognized where she was. The meadow wasn't that far from her den. Reyna blinked, her eyes were sore, and when she touched her face it was wet. Of course, not only did she cry in her dream, she had done so hysterically as she sleep walked away from her den. Her gaze flickered around the meadow, but she didn't sense anyone. Well at least she was alone for now.
