WYLDE, alyshia jeanette

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ALYSHIA JEANETTE WYLDE !


IN THE DARKNESS I WILL FIGHT
to take us into the light

HEY THERE, MY NAME IS
LYSS
AND I'VE BEEN FLOATING
AROUND THIS WORLD FOR
SEVENTEEN YEARS NOW.

BECAUSE WHAT GOOD ARE YOUR EYES
if you won't be alright?

[/b] Alyshia Jeanette Wylde
NICKNAMES: Ally, Lysh, etc.
AGE: twenty one
GENDER: female
SEXUALITY: hetero
MAJOR: law
SORORITY/FRATERNITY: Zeta Tau Alpha Sorority
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AND IN ROUGH TIDES WE WILL DIVE
i will keep us alive

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x Classical literature
x Acoustic music
x Expensive clothing, expensive music, expensive possessions (“Because who wants to look cheap.”)
x Attention, repute, recognition (“Only the faceless nobodies slip beneath the social radar. I am not a nobody.”)
x Candles
x Perfume
x Desire
x Lust
x Mockery
x Cocoa
x Studying (“Believe it or not people do enjoy studying. I like the distraction it offers to some of the more mundane aspects of life at college.”)
x Autumn weather
x Slim cigarettes (“Everybody has their own way for releasing stress.”)
x Cleanliness
x Primping (“There is nothing wrong with spending time to make yourself presentable. I’d rather spend an hour in the bathroom each morning than look like some of the trash walking around the halls.”)
x Manicures
x Swimming
x Night

DISLIKES:
x Alcohol (“The loss of all self-control irks me.”)
x Failure
x Poor Hygiene
x Being given cheek (“Nobody likes being given cheek. I am more than happy to put anybody who does in place. Who they think they are perplexes me.”)
x Disruption
x Being anonymous (“I like being known. I like having a reputation precede me. The thought of being unknown – anonymous – gets under my skin. One day I will be very well known, mark my words.”)
x Mess
x Colds (“That inevitable cold that I get at the beginning of every winter drives me insane. Who wants to walk around with puffy eyes and a red nose?”)
x Being ignored
x Running (“How somebody could enjoy running around until their hair mattes to their face with sweat I have no idea.”)
x Being denied her own way
x Her advances towards the opposite sex failing
x Early Mornings (“I am not a morning person. Do not wake me up, you will regret it”)
x Bed-head
x Smudged make-up
x Broken nails, chipped nail polish

HOPES:
x to direct at least one last school performance
x to graduate with full honors
x to show the other sororities exactly where they belong
x to simply get a kick out of life

PERSONALITY:
First and foremost, Alyshia is, by nature, an excessively proud creature. Such arrogance has practically become an imperative element of the Wylde family’s sought-after genetics, what with their incessant self-promotion and showy advertisement of their exemplary distinction among their fellow man. This ‘holier-tha-thou’ ideology has been so well-ingrained into young Alysh that it’s slipped onto her like a second skin, her cold cloak of hauteur becoming an effective shield against most negative light shone her way. The majority of destructive attention directed towards Alyshia bounces right off, (unless it’s truly insulting- then, it’d be advisable to prepare for a wrath comparable to the fires of hell) because, truly, none of them are worth it. To insult a Wylde?! They’re all simply jealous, of course. Alyshia is well aware that everything she’s got is an object of complete envy to all and sundry- and she jealously guards her keep, all the while displaying it to the best of her abilities. Attention-seeking is Alyshia's all-time favourite hobby, and she relishes in any form of recognition, be it from teachers, peers, family- her preferred by far being the jealous looks she receives from her inferiors. Oftentimes going to ridiculous measures to provoke interest or intrigue, Alyshia’s encountered several potentially disastrous situations, mostly stemming from her thirst to be properly noticed and recognized for her own qualities and actions. Thankfully, her ever-astute older sisters have played their roles well, effectively protecting her from the merest hint of scandal, or blemish against the family name. Even so, chances are that if Alyshia did end up even toeing the fine line between propriety and indignity, her family wouldn’t be nearly as hard on her; the baby, the princess of the family, as they would on her elder sisters. Since a very young age, Lysh’s been especially spoiled by her parents, both with love and materialistic indulgences. It’s come to the point that the young Wylde can barely understand the prospect of being denied, let alone accept it. Because of this instant gratification, Alyshia simply will not acknowledge that she can’t get what she wants- and she’ll do everything in her power to make her wishes realities. Except work. Manipulate, exploit and utilize unabashedly? Now that’s bloody well more like it.

Keeping in fashion with the majority of the Wylde clan, Alyshia's senses of wit and intuition are unnaturally sharp. People-reading, lying, ingenuity and tact come naturally to her, with little to no effort. To convincingly talk herself out of any unfortunate mishaps she may encounter is one of her most well-honed skills (everything she knows stems from Adrianne's twisted teachings, how could she not be excellent?). What intellect Alyshia possessed is put to excellent and constant use in both school and all matters of that ilks, and employing her charm and persuasive ways to manipulate whoever she may please into the palm of her hand. And truly, the girl doesn’t need much else. Since childhood, Alyshia’s had her sisters and cousins looking out for her, not to mention an entire array of friends, admirers and other students of close enough relation to be willing to partake in any fight to defend the little student with the wide, beguiling blue eyes. She’s a right little charmer when her own selfish needs arise, Alyshia is.

If you’ve got it, Alyshia wants it. And if Lysh wants it, she most certainly deserves it. Sad as this philosophy may be, the littlest Wylde has been well-groomed to accept it as absolute truth, and she definitely won’t be rebuking such beliefs any time soon. Based on her untainted blood and familial status alone, Alyshia is well aware that she’s a good deal better than you, thank you very much, along with essentially anyone else who fails to share her family name and status. In her esteemed opinion, the Wylde clan are practically royalty, and thus, are entitled to just about everything. What’s hers is hers, and what she desires ought to be hers. Lysh has no difficulty transforming from a furtively subtle ice princess to a catty, flaming bitch in mere seconds, most often triggered by her unmistakable penchant for jealousy. Easily affronted, she simply cannot stand seeing things she knows should belong to her in the hands of others, particularly her inferiors. Once an individual has obtained Alyshia’s most intimate levels of trust, respect and admiration (a ridiculously select few, obviously), her loyalty will never have reason to waver. Lysh’s devotion and love for her family is arguably her strongest personality trait- a facet of her personality that renders her quite human (and not just the soulless, manipulative brat that most believe her to be).

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ARMED WITH ONLY OUR SCREAMS
we held tight to our dreams

[/b] hollywood dreams and broken hopes
RP SAMPLE: It was a spectacular day for riding, though it was understood that the sky could have been hailing the size of fists and Alistair would still have been lusting after a jaunt with his steed. He was just the kind of person who enjoyed nothing more then the feel of the wind slamming against his skin, pulling at his hair. Making said abnormally wild hair all the more messier, though he insisted on it being called a roguishly handsome windswept look. It was of course not he who came up with the name, but Alistair was more then willing to accommadate the ladies in whatever they wished. And he knew a good compliment when he hears one, though he'd never have dared to admit how hard it was to run a brush through his locks after styling it so.

Alistair Lightwood, youngest male of the Lightwood clan, was to appear perfect in every way. Who was he to ruin young girls' daydreams? It was a brilliantly egoistic thought that his brothers would have clobbered him for, while the girls hooted. But what did siblings know-Alistair was counting on majority vote. And the people have so obviously said what they had on their minds, further bolstering his ego. At this rate, as his mother all too often laments, there'd never be grandchildren for her to mollycoddle-at least, not from his corner. God knew the others bred like hamsters-a gross overstatement that he wouldn't care to admit to, as his two brothers had but a child apiece-with even his much-too-young little sister being engaged. The very nerve of her! But with his debaucherous ways, it was a fitting punnishment for him to be swamped around by nieces and nephews who clung to his legs and called him Uncle Ally.

There was nothing Alistair feared more then messy little children, as the others knew fine and well. The made even greater messes and cried and ate and pooped-nothing for a man to busy himself with. No, he was doing what men were truly made to. Riding, almost racing through the woods, as many others of his kind were doing. Knights of the same circle, with their allegiance sworn to one another and to their king, their were treated to a special task by their lord. They had departed at dawn, shouting merry obsceneties at one another, before parting company at the neck of the woods. The order had been simple; to root out any potential problems hiding in the forest. Alistair would have scorned such grunt work had he not known the reason behind it.

The Kings and Queens of Olde had returned to them! He could hardly have believed it, and still would have been unable to had he not seen them with his own eyes and even converse with them with his own lips. The four have returned, a most surprising twist in the tale, and proved worthy of having a feast made in their name. He couldn't agree more, what with all the trouble Caspian had been having as of late. But the trouble might just prove worse as word spread out, should any ill will to the royal four remain. Alistair could not have been prouder then when he was finally allowed to dedicate himself to Caspian once more; knighthood was poor sport under the honorless Miraz, though it had proved enjoyable on occasion.

Actually, such occasions were always when he was nowhere near the ill-fated king. In his youth as he was only training for knighthood, Miraz had favored him to play messenger to Telmar's supposed allies. He had previously visited Archenland and Calormen, and even some of the islands, and thoroughly enjoyed every last second of them. Adventures each and every one, though it was the last that proved the greatest. Staying for a month in Calormen as a mere strapping lad of seventeen was when he finally met his match. He hardly dared to believe it himself, but she had proved most persistent. Only, upon placing a claim on his heart she disappeared quite suddenly, never to be seen by him again.

Embarrassing, that declarations of such feelings could drive a person to leave the very life she had. Of course, Alistair later learned that she was but a little slave-girl, though he healed little from the knowledge. Alistair gave a small, grim smile at that, wondering why he had chosen such a moment to retreat down memory lane. Constant vigilance was usually his motto, and it was not a time to let his guard down. It was just something about the view before him that had him pulling on his reigns to stop, aggravating his poor horse. Beaversdam, he believed it was called. A scenic place he knew she would have loved. No, he had not healed at all.

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LET'S SING A LULLABY TO OUR
days fought to survive

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[VANESSA MARIE ROCHESTER]

She seems lovely.
And yay! Finally a ZTA
Welcome.
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