Lindsay Anne Aycliffe
Mar 6, 2011 17:11:02 GMT -5
Post by Lindsay Aycliffe on Mar 6, 2011 17:11:02 GMT -5
[/i][/size][/right]The Basics
Name:Lindsay Anne Aycliffe.
Nicknames: Lin, Lins, Linds, Lindsanity, Blondie, That Crazy Girl… the list, it doth go on!
Age: "She's only seventeeeeeeeen…"
Orientation: Straight… except when pretending not to be in the name of getting a laugh.
Desired Rank/Job: Student… albeit not a very good one.
Powers: Lindsay See, Lindsay Do - In other words? Lindsay's power is that she can mimic any given physical feat perfectly… so long as it would be in the bounds of a normal human's range of motion, and whatnot. The more complex the motion she's mimicking, the longer she has to watch to get it right.
Play By: Indiana Evans.
The Details
Hair Color: Lindsay's hair is dusty blond in color.
Eye Color: Blue-green… and perpetually gleaming with mischief.
Any Piercings? One in each ear.
Any Tattoos? Nope!
Any Scars? She's got a small mass of thin lines at the base of her spine as a result of getting tangled up in thorny bushes one too many times as a kid.
General Appearance: Standing at an ever-so imposing height of five feet and four inches, Lindsay is possessed of a swimmer's physique, muscles more subtle and lithe instead of bulky. She's got curves, sure... they're just not overblown. Then again, it could just be how she dresses that downplays them. Wavy blond hair is cut in long layers down to the middle of her back, a slight curl causing the ends to flip up a little if she doesn't take the time in the morning to straighten it. The shortest pieces (roughly chin-length) frame her face, although she does occasionally let some of her friends turn them into side-swept bangs if they bug her enough. If Lindsay bothered with make-up, the hue of her eyes would seem even more intense than they already do - but she doesn't, so that just leaves medium-sized ovals with irises that are bluish-green in color. Whether they appear to be more one shade or the other depends on what she's wearing - contrasts, and all that stuff.
Lindsay's sense of style is... well, most of her peers would jokingly say that she doesn't have one since all the blond wears are well-worn jeans (or denim cut-offs) and t-shirts with snappy slogans that she picked up in a thrift store somewhere. When it gets chilly outside - or, rather, what Texans would consider 'chilly' - those t-shirts are swapped out for long-sleeved shirts of the same type, holes usually torn in the ends of the sleeves for her to stick her thumbs through. Sneakers are her favored shoe of choice... and they're usually just as well-worn as the rest of her clothes. As for outerwear, Lindsay's lone piece of designer attire is a caramel leather trench-coat that comes close to being a duster, everything kept in pristine shape compared to the rest of her attire. Rumor has it that she owns a dress or two, but getting her to wear one of them is like pulling teeth.
Personality: First, to flesh out that sense of humor of hers. If a joke can be cracked at a situation, regardless of if it's in good taste or not, chances are great that it'll be her that opens her mouth to make it. Her sense of humor is on the darker side with bits of British wryness mixed in - blame watching too much Monty Python and the Flying Circus as a kid. Laid back but never a doormat, it's no real surprise that Lins is a jokester and a prankster when she can get away with it... and she's as shameless as can be. Why else would she be willing to shout (or throw the occasional Nerf ball) across campus just to get someone's attention? At least the girl can keep a secret, although she'll occasionally let one slip here or there.
Lindsay's an eclectic girl if there ever was one when it comes to her interests. Dabbling in painting and pressing wildflowers - or any other craft that catches her attention, truth be told - she's good with her hands, and also a pretty quick study when it comes to learning how to make or repair things. Whether it keeps her interest, on the other hand, is another story. She's also a lover of music, rock and metal preferred while country and classical both will likely get thrown out the window should someone try to play it in her presence. It should also be noted that Lindsay's not at all musically gifted herself; she sounds like a dying cow in the middle of a hailstorm when she sings. Swimming is her sport of choice, and how she stays fit - she's got decent lung capacity from years of practice.
Your Vices
Likes: Trips to the thrift store, church rummage sales, garage sales - anywhere that Lindsay can add to her ever-growing collection of t-shirts is a place she's almost guaranteed to love. Fattening foods are also adored, even moreso due to an athlete's metabolism; hey, who wouldn't take full advantage of not having to worry about gaining weight and messing up their own personal aerodynamics? (Or would it be aquadynamics? Eh, I dunno... ahem, anyway!) Classic rock, old cars, and sneaking out at night to sit on the quad and talk with friends finishes this sampling of what she enjoys.
Dislikes: Being forced to dress up is at the top of the list of things that Lindsay doesn't like, with putting make-up on as a close second. Most things frilly and girly are avoided at all costs, as are just about anything that most women are fascinated by - like jewelry, designer clothes and so on. Shallow people are barely tolerated at best, told off in rather colorful language at worst. the same is true of liars, fakes, phonies, posers, and... well, anyone that isn't genuine. Oh, and bullies don't do well around her; she may be small, but she's not above fighting dirty if it means chasing one off.
Strengths:Physically, Lindsay's in tip-top shape thanks to a combination of horsing around and swimming on a regular basis - Hell, it's the latter that gets her up before noon on days that she's off from classes. On a mental level, well... she, to put it bluntly, is a smartass. One cannot be a smartass without being intelligent... and Lindsay is, although she's no MENSA genius or anything of the sort. She's just got a good memory, and just enough common sense to keep her mouth shut should, say, an anti-Mystic mob come by with shotguns and rocket launchers. Beneath that wise-cracking exterior is a sweetheart that's as loyal as they come, fiercely defensive of those that she holds dear to her to the point of it destroying any logical thought - and shortening the length of that fuse considerably in the process. Which leads us to...
Weaknesses:Beyond an allergy to peanuts, there's no real physical chink in the proverbial armor; most of those are on a mental level. Every emotion that Lindsay feels is felt to the extreme; she loves hard, and hates even harder. This can drastically shorten her fuse and erase her usually easy-going nature. Stubbornness makes convincing her that beating the crap out of so-and-so isn't a good idea next to impossible. Grudges are also an unfortunate problem for her, as it takes a good deal of making up to get back on her good side... but it is possible to get her to forgive, forget, and move on. Just don't expect it to be easy.
Fears: Creepy-crawlies scare Lindsay, although she'll try to play it off as a joke. What really terrifies her, though, is the thought of winding up like her mother, alone and bitter in a dead-end small town.
Secret: …and even though her mother would skin her alive (proverbially) for considering the idea? Lindsay has started to dig into the mystery that her father has become.
Family Ties
Father: All the more that Lindsay knows of him is his first name… Gabriel.
Mother: Anne Aycliffe, 36, waitress.
Siblings: None… fortunately for the world, since it can barely handle ONE Lindsay.
Any Other Important People: Goldfish #42. He's a spoiled fish... well, if such a thing is possible, anyway.
History
Lindsay was the result of an drunken one-night stand - when Anne was underage, no less! Keeping that in mind - well, that and the small-town atmosphere that her city of birth still holds onto to this day - it was no real surprise that the elder Aycliffe was chased right out of Franklin, Pennsylvania when her family found out that she was expecting. Ultimately settling down in nearby Cochranton since she couldn't afford to go any further, Anne picked up a job at the only restaurant in town to support herself and the little girl that she brought into the world roughly six months later. It wasn't until Lindsay was in junior high that her mother figured out how to balance working overtime with being a parent that was actually there; as such, she was definitely a latch-key kid, entertaining herself with whatever was on TV and making herself sandwiches for dinner. It wasn't glamorous, getting her clothes from the Salvation Army or Wal-Mart and being about three years behind on the technology curve - but it was enough to keep her happy since, well, damn near everyone else in town was on the same level.
It wasn't until she was going through puberty that her power manifested. At first, her sudden athletic aptitude wasn't anything of note... but then she suddenly went from about middle of the road to able to throw the perfect spiral overnight. Other such quick-learning examples began piling up on top of that, and it became clear to Lindsay's mother that this was no growth spurt. It was mere hours later that a recruiter from the Hammel Institute came a'knockin', the discussion over Lindsay's future schooling over in relatively painless fashion… well, once Anne knew that there wasn't going to be an astronomical figure involved. The precocious blond found herself a resident of Vermont in relatively short order, falling surprisingly well into the routine of things.
Her time at Hammel, so far, has been pretty good; neither popular nor unpopular, Lindsay is pretty much welcome wherever she goes. Keeping in touch with her mother via letters - she writes about one a week - striking out on her own is likely going to be easier for her than it will be for some of her classmates... or, at least, that's what she thinks. Whether or not that comes to pass will remain to be seen.
Roleplay Example
(Just in case you wondered - smartassery is indeed hereditary…)
Of all the times to just smile and nod instead of paying attention to one of her coworkers at the diner, Anne just had to choose to zone out when she was being asked if she'd be willing to go on a blind date with the cook's younger brother. No amount of backpedalling or feigning sudden stomach flu had been able to get her out of it, and not showing up wasn't an option since the last thing she needed was for her orders to magically come out wrong... so that left her only one option. Thankfully, the date had been arranged at a dive bar on the outskirts of Meadville so she hadn’t been expected to dress up for it – not that she would have anyway, truth be told. Hell, it was only laziness that kept her from giving herself fake blemishes with make-up or stuffing her clothes with wadded-up socks to give herself unsightly bulges... well, that and the sinking feeling she had that it wouldn't have made a difference anyway.
Purposely arriving fifteen minutes late, the server’s eyes flicker from face to face as she makes her way into the smoky club on karaoke night. At least she fit in with the crowd for the most part, her usual old jeans and sneakers paired with a long-sleeved navy blue shirt that had a faded NYU logo across the chest in white. Some overweight yokel was absolutely slaying ‘Free Bird’, something that almost made her turn right back around and leave... but before she could, said flannel-wearing idiot had caught sight of her, mercifully stopping his butchering of an old classic in favor of coming right up to her and hauling her into a hug.
“Whoo-wee! You’ve got to be the purdiest thing I ever did see... so you’ve got to be Anne. Got any questions for me, baby? I’m just itchin to get to know you...”
Choking back vomit at the overwhelming stench of sweat and stale cigarettes, the blond is none too gentle when she shoves him back. Exhaling hard to chase out the remnants of his odor, Anne’s irritation at the situation and at the stranger that had tried to smother her to death amongst his fat do a fine job of slipping the proverbial muzzle off of her sense of humor... and with the way her mood had nosedived in a hurry, she wasn’t about to play nice.
"When're you gonna' get the rest of your teeth off layaway?"
...yeah, this was going to go really well...
What About You?
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Name: Kristinthalys is actually my first name… but y'all can call me Kris.
Age: I'm twenty-three, which is 'ancient' in roleplayer years.
Experience: Online? Roughly a decade. Offline? Far, far longer...
How Did You Find Us? CAUTION~!
Ready To Play? Aye aye, Cap'n!
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