Post by Leanne Sangster on Jan 8, 2014 15:53:44 GMT -7
Leanne Sangster
Leanne Sangster Twenty-five Neutral Lee Conflict Data - Mixed FACE CLAIM: Name of your face claim. ANIMANGA: Revy, Black Lagoon GENDER: Female HEIGHT: 5'2" WEIGHT: 120 lbs Modesty is not a virtue you'd associate with Leanne after one mere look at her. She pays little mind to wandering eyes that may find their way to her - hell, maybe she even welcomes it. Lee has a very curvaceous figure, and she's certainly not afraid to show it off with her abdomen revealing shirt and promiscuously short shorts. Her hair is long, raven colored, and kept back in a ponytail. Her bangs are parted in the middle and a few strands frame her face nicely. She wears black fingerless gloves, stands at just about 5'2" and weighs a meager 120lbs. She's almost never seen without a cigarette in mouth or drink in hand. Besides her apparent absence of shame, you might notice the half-sleeve tattoo running down her right arm. It appears to be a tribal design of some sort. Her brown eyes always seem to shine with a mischievous light. On any regular day, Lee is what you might call a typical teenager. She's loud, she's obnoxious, she breaks rules, questions authority, loves sex, smokes pot, you get the idea. She's in your face about anything and everything, and doesn't believe (or care) to censor herself for anyone. She thrives around the company of others, gravitating to them to stroke what seems to be her highly inflated ego. While she might not have very many close friends, she's friendly to everyone she meets - though not necessarily polite. What people don't seem to know about Lee is her complete and utter lack of self-worth. Lee's extroversion is a cover-up for how tormented she is on the inside. If you insult her, she's quick to become defensive - and though she'll almost never break in front of someone who's challenging her, it tears apart her psyche. She'd much rather dance around topics she's uncomfortable with by falling back onto her well built and enforced facade of being an egotistical asshole. If you're unlucky enough to see her in a bad mood, you'll find that Lee's a pretty bitter soul. Rub off on her the wrong way in one of these situations and she certainly will have no problem resorting to a violence to ward you off. Try to be supportive, and she'll push you away. Of course, this is only the tip of the iceberg when it comes to Lee. She's not a complete tragedy waiting to happen. There are few people that can say they are really good at something and mean it, and though Lee rarely actually talks about her love of music, but she can often lose herself for hours upon hours writing melodies or playing harmonica. It seems to be her only vice besides fighting that helps her deep-running negativity. Lee has got a terrible case Peter Pan Syndrome. Growing up is last on her list of important things to do. She's one of those girls that wants to stay a kid for her entire life. Lee probably takes this to heart a little too much though, to a point where others become annoyed at her when she shrugs off responsibility. When Lee here makes close friends, she will do most anything for them. Anything. Even to where she'll put her own physical or mental well being on the line. This of course, comes with a price. Despite the fact that Lee surrounds herself with people constantly, she's closed off emotionally to a point where even being in a crowded room can feel painfully lonesome. It makes those friends that she actually has even more dear to her, and consequently, Lee is always afraid to lose people close to her whether they be family, friends, or lovers. She's had several experiences in the past where people she's cared for have left her in some way or another, and so she lives in this constant fear that the people that still remain in her life will one day disappear. Lee tries as damn hard as she can to keep she cares about close by giving them everything she has: money, complements, whatever she thinks they might want in return for their friendship, love, and attention. Most people don't expect Lee to be a romantic, especially considering how cynical she appears to be a lot of the time, but she is a mess of contradictions as most humans tend to be. Of course, she's in denial about it, preferring to act overtly sexual with a 'no strings attached' attitude, but if someone were to say, turn the tables on her, she's easily surprised and embarrassed at the notion of someone actually liking her for her... whoever she even really is, because hell, even Lee isn't so sure these days. All that said, don't expect Lee to come up and tell you she likes you. With her many deep-running issues, she'll likely never tell you if she wants to date you. MEMBER NAME: Smiff (or D-Pooly) AGE: Twenty-one OTHER CHARACTERS: N/A ROLEPLAY SAMPLE Tzila was still adrift in a sea of thoughts, her mind carried along with the tide of the Vale River off to distant lands and far off places, when Glacio suddenly seemed to appear from nowhere and yank her away from the edge of the cliff. Tensing, Tzi practically snapped right into action as if she were under attack, grabbing her staff which had been laying dormant at her side and jumping to her feet. Twirling the weapon with expertise that had come from years upon years of practice, she swung Theron threateningly close to Glacio before she realized who it was, "I thought you were a Grimm." Or a bully, her mind piqued. In reality, she was much more scared of people than of monsters - but no one knew that better than Glacio. It was only then that embarrassment hit her like a ton of bricks - if he really had been a Grimm, or a bully, Tzila could have easily been as good as dead. One simple shove off the cliffs, and she'd be a goner. Tempting fate. She was always one drop of a pin away from getting herself killed - or killing herself. Sometimes, she wasn't sure which intention was more true. Blushing a little from the mishap, Tzila lowered her staff and relaxed her stance, "I've been alright," she finally responded. A lie, of course, but Tzila was never straightforward about how she was feeling unless it was too overwhelming to keep inside. She was a closed book, for the most part. Even when she wanted to talk about things, words never seemed to want to squeeze themselves out of her lips. It was difficult - frustrating. Perhaps that was why she was so jumpy. It had always been easy to take her by surprise, That being said, she had improved greatly since she began training in Beacon. Soon, she'd be a Huntress, and there'd be no Grimm or human alike that could get the best of her. At long last, a small smile graced her features, and with something of a quiet laugh, she shrugged her shoulders and strolled passed Glacio, only to turn around full on grin his way. They had been friends for a long time, so even though she'd been startled, Tzila was happy to see him. Despite classes being all but non-existent, it seemed like the two of them hadn't really had much time to hang out, "To what honor do I deserve to be spoken to by the leader of the almighty team Goodwall?" she joked, only to soften up a moment later, "It's been a while." |
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