Post by Lynoic Burrows on Sept 20, 2010 2:20:21 GMT -5
Lynoic...Burrows
“peaceful, happy, content.”
• • ON A STORMY SEA OF MOVING EMOTION,
general information
FULL NAME: Lynoic Burrows
NICKNAME: Lyric
AGE: Ageless
YEAR: 2006
SPECIES: Ghost
GENDER: Female
ORIENTATION: Pansexual
OCCUPATION: None.
• • TOSSED ABOUT I’M LIKE A SHIP ON THE OCEAN,
physical narrative
FACE CLAIM: Patrica Candido
SKIN: Fair
EYES: Green
HAIR: Dirty Blond
HEIGHT: 5'10
BODY TYPE: Slender
• • I SET A COURSE FOR WINDS OF FORTUNE,
character behavior
LIKES:
-Flowers
-Fields
-Nudity
-Peace
-The Beatles
-Bright colors
-Camp fires
-Cigarettes
DISLIKES:
-Death
-Being dead
-The changing society
-Being bothered
-Loud, screaming music
-War
-Watching change.
STRENGTHS:
-lovable
-understanding
-dependable
-fun
-quiet
WEAKNESSES:
-the smell of smoke
-teenagers(she'll always want to talk with them.)
-gullible
-blunt
-doesn't think before acting.
FEARS:
-Spiders
-Demons
-Leaving Earth
-Letting go of the past
POWERS & ABILITIES:
-poltergeist activity
-appearing in memorable places at will.
• • BUT I HEAR THE VOICES SAY,
personal record
FAMILY: All deceased.
HISTORY: Lynoic was your typical flower child, your typical hippie. Her brother and herself we're rather close. Always experimenting with different substances and going to festivals. Her father and her older brother had gone off to war to Lynoic's dismay. Her brother, Miles was killed within the first few months, a year later, her father, Robert had been shot.
Her mother, Leila had spiraled down way and Lynoic tried to support her. The depression finally took its toll, thus, causing her mother to commit suicide. Lynoic refused to let this drag her down to depression, so she took the tragic event as a ticket to move on. She left her small town of Webster, TX and hitchhiked to California. Sadly, the young, twenty one year old never made it.
The lack of money and the high intake of drugs finally took its toll, making her very ill. She first had a simplr UTI, though it slowly turned into a severe kidney infection, without the proper foods and what not, the infection became fatal. Slowly, she couldn't continue her journey and died slowly by the campfire in the forest.
• • CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON,
the face behind the mask
ALIAS: Maddie
OTHER ACCOUNTS: Nada.
HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN ROLEPLAYING: A long time, I cannot even recall.
WHERE DID YOU FIND US: Advertising.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
Dancing in the flowers, driving in your VW van with long, untamed hair and wearing a tie dye t-shirt. Loving life and emotionally and mentally flying free and wanting nothing more than peace, love and rock n roll. This is the idea of the original hippie from the 1960s, the “groovy” time. The time that young, dead Lynoic still lived within.
She lit another campfire, a campfire no one else would see up close, but only from the road. Everyone, especially cops would come to stop the camp fire, but all that would be there was the lingering smell. The smell that never left since she had died at that spot.
The dirty blond slowly stood, touching the trees around her. It always felt like she was alive, but she just in a time slip, no one could see her unless... they were sensitive or if she really struggled to be seen. She hummed to herself, enjoying the quiet of the early morning.
Her bare feet made a soft pattering noise as she trotted through the forest, jumping up into the air at times, feeling like she was moving faster than the gait she was actually going. She finally stopped to looking down at the river below her. If only she could enjoy that feeling again. Water caressing her skin.
