Post by l y n d i s on Sept 23, 2009 2:44:41 GMT -5
W E L C O M E T O E L Y S I U M
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CHARACTER APPEARANCE
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FULL NAME: Lyndis Arya Matthias
PET NAMES: Lyn, Lynny, Ship[girl]
AGE: Eighteen.
BIRTH DATE: November 02.
BIRTH PLACE: Shoreside town, south of Thalasa.
GENDER: Female.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight.
MARITAL STATUS: Single
OCCUPATION: Ship worker; trader; apprentice.
FEALTY: Passive Rebel
OUT OF CHARACTER: Marissa.
WAYS OF CONTACT: YIM: jacgalway
EMAIL: noplz.
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HISTORY:[/blockquote]
Born and bred within a tiny sea-side town, teasing some many miles south of Thalasa it’s only Natural that Lyndis would have some sort of fascination with the wide expanse of open water which her town thrived upon. Despite being a woman Lyndis was treated as “one of the boys,” as her father had always desired a male heir. She’d grown up on fishing boats, and haling product from their own small docks. Eventually, though Lyn was “promoted,” so to speak, and invited upon a much larger ship which trailed upwards and to the much larger city of Thalasa, and all the wonders it had to offer. Once more Lyndis displayed an almost child like fascination over this area. Despite near-immediately falling in love with the city Lyndis was more so attached to her tiny village. The shipping job she worked seemed to offer almost endless perks, indulging both in her love of the ocean, and the city of Thalasa. Despite frequent trips to the city of Thalasa Lyndis has yet to encounter the wrath of the empress, and has only heard wicked tales whilst loading and unloading those docks, and from what she can tell, Camille doesn’t sound like a woman Lyn would much care for. Despite her dislike for the Empress Lyn is almost endlessly infatuated with her lands.
ROLE PLAY SAMPLE:
April’s pretty blue eyes are almost fixed upon Jack as he dares to prod that first portion of orange between his lips. She’s almost staring, much as he had at her when the two had first met. Consider them even. Only April’s not staring because she’s socially awkward, as she expected Jack almost definitely was. She’s staring because she’s curious to his reaction over something which he’d previously dubbed as disgusting.
His grumbled reply, while not promising initially, was at least better than the first time around, and even if he didn’t like the orange, at least he’d had the chance to taste it in it’s true form. But it seemed things were turning out better than April had expected, and a soft sort of smile teases upon the warm swell of her pout. His near-hesitance is adorable to say the least of it. He’s an attractive young man and his naivety seems to be more than overwhelmingly cute, at least in her opinion.
Though maybe that helplessness was so attractive because of the mother in April.
It’s then that old woman seems to be wandering close once more, and both April and Jack are being forced to listen, well, maybe not so much forced, as the two of them were obligated to. She was thankful for the help she’d provided, and really listening to her babble on was the least April could do to thank her. Though April suspected Jack had his own reasons, whatever they may be.
Even with Evelyn speaking on about, well, whatever Miss Leeford busied herself with simply working her thumb beneath that layer of skin and pith to draw it away from the delicious flesh juice covers her palms and fingertips; sweet and tart even on her flesh.
Would it be considered rude to turn her attention from Evelyn and simply speak with Jack? Well, perhaps it was. The small girl finds herself keeping quiet with a purse to her soft lips, before bothering to divide that orange into it’s proper, pre-determined slices, laying each upon one of those unfolded napkins for either her, or Jack to enjoy. Hands were left sticky with the residue, slick and still holding some semblance of moisture. April offers a flat palm to her own face before sniffing at such curiously, even on her once-dirtied palms, the smell of citrus is delicious. Perhaps her palms may still be dirty, but April didn’t so much seem to care in that moment as that soft, pink tongue of hers sweeps outwards to dust between fingertips gingerly. It’s not as if a simple napkin was going to clean this mess!
Though it’s not long before Jack is breaking that almost painful void that Evelyn created with her seemingly endless speaking on, well, just about any topic! Would she be like this when she was older? Perhaps, though maybe not, no two people were the same, after all. Though April couldn’t so much bother thinking of those days when she may be old, and babbling, she was still young, and maybe even a slight successful. Well, maybe successful was a stretch, but she was at least content with the way things are.
“It’s a date, then,” April coos out with a warm smile. Well, maybe it wasn’t exactly a date, per se. Did Jack even know what a date was? It seemed Jack was from a completely different culture, altogether, and that wasn’t so much a bad thing. It did offer a few opportunities to exchange what little knowledge April had to offer.
Her gaze trails from her now-folded hands upwards to Evelyn and finally back towards Jack when he questions having a second slice of orange. Of course she would oblige! It’s not exactly like it was wearing on her pocket-book after all. April finds herself nudging that napkin with the fanned out orange slices closer towards Jack, but not before taking up her own slice and settling such between her own teeth.
“What time is your lunch hour at, then?” April questions with a lift towards soft, blonde brows, “I can meet you here, or you can meet me at the flower shop, if you want.” They could go out, or eat at that little coffee shop they were in right now. Though, maybe April was getting ahead of herself.
