NYLAN, Siobhan Flower

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...basics*

name...

[/b][/size] Siobhan, spelled with no v's.
nickname...[/b][/size] The family calls me Flower. They're kinda of...hippie-dippie, I suppose.
age...[/b][/size] I just turned eighteen.
gender...[/b][/size] Does gender matter? My nether regions dictate I'm female, however.
grade...[/b][/size] Senior. Somehow.
occupation...[/b][/size] School's my only job. I'm okay with that.
hometown...[/b][/size] Akron, Ohio.
sexuality...[/b][/size] Love is love is love.
personification...[/b][/size] Velveteen Rabbit from The Velveteen Rabbit.
status...[/b][/size] dormant
face claim...[/b][/size] Nadia Esra[/blockquote]

...appearance*

physical...

[/b][/size] Siobhan is wafty at best. She's a bit of a beanpole--not too tall, not too short. Her legs stretch a mile, and she seems like she could do with having a sandwich or two. She seems to be somewhat off-balance most time, not really walking too straight. She's often slouched over, hips jutting forward, back slung back, and shoulders drooped. Her movements are light, almost somewhat flouncy--however there seems to be a bit of misery surrounding her. She talks with a lazy meter, her voice somewhat drawling on. Her eyes are a rather average steely-blue, and are usually accompanied by dark shadows beneath them. She rarely wears makeup, though she has been known to sport red lipstick.

Her skin is pale, unlike her parents who are well tanned. As where her cannibas loving parents prefer the sunshine, Siobhan likes to 'moonbathe'--so she's more likely to be around at night. Her hair seems to be perpetually tangled in a heavy, ombre mess. The girl has an overall rag-doll type of look, and it's often for her hair to obscure her face, getting in the way.
clothing style...[/b][/size] Her parents aren't big consumers. Department stores are sort of a lost concept. They are fans of hand-made clothing, thrift-stores, or things other people stitch by hand. Siobhan doesn't match most of the time, and wears a lot of cottons and yarns. She's a fan of dull colors. Recently she's been a little more fashion-forward, so it's likely you might catch her in a psuedo-vintage style. She tends to look a bit lost in her clothes sometimes--due to her thin stature, her clothes sort of hang off of her, rather than hug her.
defining traits...[/b][/size] Well, she is weirdly thin. Her parents worry that she might not be eating quite enough, but this is met with agression. Also, no matter how pale she might be, her nose always seems to be pink--as though it has been rubbed raw. Which is sort of is--she has a bad habit of rubbing the tip of her nose with the back of a sleeve. [/blockquote]

...personal info*

personality...

[/b][/size] Siobhan can be a bit closed off at times, but to be fair she has trouble with getting too close to people. However, she's perfectly friendly and curious about the world. She tends to ask a lot of questions, but she covers up her natural curiousity with a too-cool-for-school sort of air. She speaks with a lazy drawl, listens to local bands, and reads poetry in a dim room. She's a typical hipster, much to her distaste of the name.

She's a peaceful person, who can be quite friendly. However, she does have a few triggers. Don't question her weight or her eating habits. Don't pick on her clothing. And do not shit talk the Beatles. As long as someone can manage those three things--chances are Siobhan will get along with you. She's one of those people that smiles on occasion, but not all the time. So she tends to come across as a miserable child, however she's just...much calmer. Which is probably due to her affection for certain herbal substances.



life until now...[/b][/size] Remember Woodstock? Neither can her parents. In fact, that's where her parents tell her they fell in love. Of course that probably wasn't very difficult to do. Drugs, sex, and rock'n'roll. Love, peace, unity. All that jazz. About twenty years later, and after two children, they decided to adopt a little baby. Granted they were pretty old right off the bat--they did a pretty good job for being the age they were.

Named Siobhan Flower Nylan, the youngest Nylan child took the most after the RV living parents. They moved around a lot, didn't really stick to places. Grow, sell, move along. Festivals, music, move along. It saved them money--not having to pay rent, and it did them pretty well.

When Siobhan was about twelve years old, she met a boy. His name was Steffan, and he was a cutie-pie. They got along quite well, though not at first. You see, Siobhan was "trailer-trash", so most of the other kids didn't take a liking to her right away. But one day, the boy had gotten a broken leg and couldn't play with the other kids. So, Siobhan took it upon herself to teach him board games and Jacks. From that day on--Steffan and Siobhan got along really well. Until Steffan got sick. Really sick. Really sick. Leukemia, they called it. Siobhan wasn't allowed to see Steffan anymore--and despite his parents tolerating her--when Steffan had trouble speaking, they easy kicked Siobhan to the curb like a diseased kitten.

And that's when the Nylans packed up and moved again. Siobhan never learned what happened to Steffan, though she heard enough 'Circle of Life' speeches that she was able to assume. Every time she made a friend on her travels, it seemed she was tossed to the side when they got bored of her.

Fifteen years old, a little bit of pain, and a little bit of blood--and then Josh had tossed her away as well. No one kept her, and in each city they stayed in--no matter how short, it always seemed like there was someone that treated her as an object, rather than a person. So Siobhan shut down, she quieted up, and she minded her own business. And that's when she started to lose a bit of her baby-fat that had gathered around her middle.

the present...[/b][/size] The moving around, the homeschooling and the rare stints of public schools were getting to be a bit frustrating for her. Though her family was very generous and leiniant with their product--the girl could still get mad. She wanted to know what it would be like to know a city, know the street names. Not live in a musty RV. Her siblings had gone on their own roads, and it was just her and her hippie-dippie parents.

So, on the arrival of her eighteenth birthday party, it was the young nomad's time to take her own path. But rather than continue like her brother and sister had--she decided to spend her final year of school at a regular high school. Her parents stopped in New York long enough for her to be accepted into Baum Academy, before they left again. She was eighteen now, their hands were clean.

Her parents didn't believe in cell phones, however Siobhan left her own number with them. They would meet again someday, and she gets a phonecall from them once a month. Her family may seem loving on the outside, but something inside of her--a tiny spark of anger is aimed towards them. Inside, Siobhan feels like she was easily thrown away by her parents as well.

So, New York she stays. Trying to find her own feet, trying to find her own wings. And the truely amazing part? Though she's used to a life on the road, surrounded by nothing but weeds and cattle---she has adapted to the city quite well. She refuses to be overwhelmed by it or the people. Deep in her blood--Siobhan Flower Nylan is a New Yorker.

other notes...[/b][/size] anything about your character that doesn’t fit anywhere else? [/blockquote]

...literature*

title... The Velveteen Rabbit
backstory... The Velveteen Rabbit is the story of a rabbit toy. At first, the rabbit wasn't quite so loved. This was an age of fancy toys and shiat, so the stuffed animal was sorta snubbed. Well these mechanical toys think dey real and shit, however the Skin Horse tells the Rabbit that if its truly loved by its owner it'll become real. WELL. The lil' boy loses his favorite toy, and his Nanny replaces it with the Velveteen Rabbit. Immediately, the boy attaches to it and loves on it hardcore. Its nose even gets worn up by repeated kisses.

Only the little crotch-dumpling gets scarlet fever, and the doctor says that the toys should be burned to prevent the germs from gettin' dey hooker asses around. So, the Rabbit's sad and shit, and he cries an actual tear and the Nursery Fairy comes and turns him into a real rabbit and junk, and then he goes to join the other real rabbits to make more rabbit babies.

Don't be fooled. This is like. Olley's favorite story ever.

...the roleplayer*

tell us about you...

[/b][/size] I'm Olley. And that is all. [/blockquote]

...writing*

writing sample/freestyle...

[/b][/size] I'M BACK BITCHESSSSZZZ.[/blockquote]