Post by LYNDEE PRIEST on Jul 9, 2012 3:10:09 GMT -5
...Lyndee Renee Priest*
*“Is that {marriage} all you think about?” *
[/size]*“Is that {marriage} all you think about?” *
...basics*
name Lyndee Priest.
nickname Lyn.
age Twenty-three.
gender Female.
occupation Owner of a cafe: Pipin’ Hot Tea.
hometown Milan, Italy.
sexuality Heterosexual, though she’s never thought much of her own love life. It’s everybody else’s that she’s worried about.
personification Mrs. Bennet.
status Dormant.
face claimAshley Benson.
...appearance*
hair color Very very blonde. When working at her café, she dons a pink wig. The styles vary from a short bob, to long waves, to pin straight.
eye color Very very light blue... and sometimes very very light green. It varies. A lot of her emotions are given away through her eyes. Lyndee has trouble keeping her moods secret because she is so (accidentally) expressive.
build Lyndee doesn’t care for exercise. The most she gets in a day is running back and forth at her café, from the kitchen to the front of the house, from upstairs to her flat above to downstairs with the customers. She eats healthy, hasn’t touched fast food since she was fourteen, and she refuses to drink soda.
height Very short for her age. At least, she thinks 5’4” is short for 23 years old.
clothing style In one word: girly. She loves dresses and sandals, skirts and heels, necklaces and rings. Her favorite colors to wear are pastels, especially pink and yellow.
distinctive traits Her ability to go from one person to another in seconds.
...personal*
personality
Love makes the world go ‘round. It is not money or happiness. It’s not living where you’ve always wanted to live or finally owning those shoes you’ve been ogling for months. It’s love. Love makes the world go ‘round. Lyndee firmly believes this, over anything else. To Lyndee, nothing else really matters. … Okay, family matters; family and friends and love. It’s alright if you are upset or angry or without a proper roof over your head. If you have people that love you, and that you love, everything is fine. Perhaps she is a bit blindly optimistic about this. Perhaps Lyndee doesn’t know better. She’s believes so fiercely, though, that she doesn’t have time for pessimism or sad days. It was love that got her through her mother leaving and it will be love that gets her through every other tragic event in her life.
Lyndee must sound like a pirate to some people because she talks about ships so much. She ships this, she ships that like Fedex, and she will go down with these ships… if not a pirate, probably just crazy. They do, after all, live in New York and it’s not exactly easy to go out boating whenever you want. (Especially if you are Lyndee and you have no money or time for a boat). It was the internet that taught her about shipping. When she first started high school, Lyndee still felt out of place after moving to America. Everything was different here and she was still trying to understand. Unfortunately, she picked a site that was heavy on British TV shows and feelings about characters. It was from this blogging site that she first heard of shipping. Really, she doesn’t mind. It makes working so much more fun.
If you can get over the fact that Lyndee focuses so much on love, you’ll realize she’s actually a wonderful friend. She’s loyal and trustworthy, helpful and caring… in fact, she’s a lot like her mother. Lyndee’s honest, too, but sometimes she is very blunt about it. She doesn’t realize she’s said something harsh until the person tells her she’s done so. It’s apology after apology when that happens. The thing is, one can’t be friends with Lyndee without constantly being asked about their love life. She is like that family member you haven’t talk to in ages; the one who wants to know EVERYTHING about your current relationship, because work and school obviously don’t matter. A lot of people can’t handle this. She’s had many friends who just dropped her because they got so sick of her giving relationship advice when they didn’t need it. (They did need it).
Despite being crazy about romance, too optimistic, and very intrusive on one’s personal life, Lyndee has her moments of being completely reserved. As a child, she was rather quiet, always being the good child while Houston was loud, playing his music and not giving a damn. Moving to New York didn’t really help her. It wasn’t until she decided she wanted to open a tea shop that Lyndee finally started to break out of her shell. What was the point in being shy? She finally realized that being outgoing and opinionated was so much better than not speaking up. She is especially sociable when working at her tea shop, Pipin’ Hot Tea. She puts on a pink wig (because why not?) and interrogates all of her customers, and even her staff. She’s loud and obnoxious, but she doesn’t care, because Lyndee is blonde. This pink-haired woman is Lyn and she has no reason to keep quiet.
past
“Daddy, tell me again how you and momma met…”
Milan, Italy has a lot to offer. Andrew Priest decides to move at the very last minute, a split second decision. He packs very few things and thanks his great grandmother for the money she left in his will, and leaves Colorado without a glance back. Milan, Italy is very pretty and the moment he is off the plane, Andrew is struck with inspiration. He paints more than he has in the last five years. He isn’t exactly happy, though. It is six months after settling in that he meets Megan Mills. She is sitting a couple tables away from him at a nice café. She looks like an angel, reading her book, hair like gold falling into her eyes. He doesn’t think about it, he just starts sketching her, amused by the expressions dancing across her face as she reads; he finds her concentration endearing (she doesn’t even notice when the waiter takes her empty cup).
Once the sketch is finished, her calls the waiter over and orders another of whatever it is the blonde woman is drinking. Andrew takes a seat across from her. For three whole minutes, she does not notice him. It isn’t until he clears his throat for a second time that she looks up, blinking rapidly, as if waking from a dream. She apologizes profusely before he shrugs, smiles, and offers her the drink. She is suspicious (born and raised to never trust strangers) and it wasn’t until after she had double checked with the waiter that she introduced herself. “Megan. I know, so American for living in Italy my whole life.” They talk for awhile before he finally works up the nerves to show her the drawing. She is speechless for a minute before leaning forward and planting a kiss on his cheek. “It is beautiful!! Thank you so much.”
They date for a year, having coffee at the same café, visiting museums and palaces, Megan taking him to places that have becomes favorites of hers. They moved in together and not shortly after, Andrew proposed. They had a big wedding with all of their closest friends and family (and Megan had a very large family). They were married on the two year anniversary of when they had met. They spent their honeymoon on the coast. Much like when Andrew first moved to Italy, he was inspired by the all of the colors and when they returned to their small home, he put the ideas down onto blank canvases. These made quite a bit of money, which certainly helped as Megan was a simple secretary. When that first pregnancy test read positive, Megan was terrified they wouldn’t be able to afford a child.
“Momma, what was Houston like when he was little?”
Their first born was a healthy boy named Houston who resembled his father more than anything: dark eyes, prominent chin, thick hair. He was like most babies. He cried a lot but he was manageable. It was always music that soothed him, that helped him fall asleep at night. He grew up with an interest in musical notes and instruments, always stopping to listen to the musicians playing on the sidewalks. Megan had an aunt who knew piano and a cousin who knew guitar and it was from them that Houston first started learning what he is the best at today.
Houston was hesitant when Lyndee was born. Megan worried that they certainly didn’t have the funds for another baby. The moment she held Lyndee in her arms, though, she knew that the girl was in store for big things. Unlike her brother, Lyndee was the spitting image of her mother: blonde with blue-sometimes-green eyes and she wore an almost constant smile, even as a baby. It only took two days for Houston to become very protective of his little sister and for the longest time, he called her their little ray of sunshine.
“Brother bear, I don’t understand…”
Houston was eleven and Lyndee eight when Priscilla was born. Megan knew this time, she knew the moment she went into labor, that Priscilla would not be the same as her siblings. She was very pretty, with her father’s hair and her mother’s eyes, and she would have been perfect… had she not cried all the time. It all became too much, too fast. Megan seemed fine. It was as if nothing was wrong. When Andrew was cautious in leaving her alone while he took Houston and Lyndee to the zoo, she waved his concern away, kissing him on the cheek and ushering them out the door. “I’ll be fine. Priscilla and I will be fine.” They came home three hours later to Megan on the floor, weeping. Six month old Priscilla was beside her, wrapped up in a yellow blanket, still and quiet. Too still, too quiet.
If at all possible, Houston became even more protective of Lyndee. He kept an eye on her at all times: at home, out and about, at school. He was fiercely defensive, like a true mother bear over her cubs. Lyndee had always called him ‘brother bear,’ but the nickname fit quite well after… It was three days after the incident that Megan left. There was no note, no phone call; there was nothing. She took all of her belongings with her (mostly clothes and jewelry, some food that only she liked, anyway) and disappeared. For almost a week, Lyndee expected her to come back. It was Houston that finally convinced her; he was locked up in his room too often, just listening to his music. It was that he wouldn’t talk to her that convinced her. Mother was gone.
“Daddy, this lady likes your paintings!”
It was a yard sale. There were too many things in the house they didn’t need anymore, and Andrew had too many paintings that weren’t going anywhere, anyway. A woman came by, seemingly not interested in anything… until she noticed one of Andrew’s canvases. It was from his honeymoon with Megan, one of her watching the sunset, and he is glad to be rid of it for all it does is hurt. She offers a lot of money. Much more money than he expected. Every day after that day, there is somebody knocking in their door, asking to see what else he is selling. By the end of week two, the house is surprisingly empty. Lyndee had not realized how much room the paintings took up. Andrew has a lot of money now, though, enough that he is able to pay a lot of things off and buy Houston his nicest guitar to date.
Houston really gets into music then, more so than ever, playing on the streets, never for money, but always grateful for donations. Lyndee dances beside him, laughing and thanking the kind people who stop to watch. Megan leaving gave Andrew a strange inspiration. The paints were beautiful but they made Lyndee sad; they sold quickly. After a couple of months, Andrew has so much money, he doesn’t know what to do with all of it. So, he suggests moving. Lyndee doesn’t really care. Italy is lovely, she thinks, but there could be lovelier places. Houston wants out of this house, but he doesn’t want out of Italy. After much deciding, Andrew buys his son a small apartment and pays the rent in advance for a year. Then, he and Lyndee take off for America.
“Daddy, why did you pick New York?”
New York is big and gray, all concrete and skyscrapers. It’s very strange and takes a lot of getting used to. Lyndee doesn’t understand the meanness of others, nor the strange smells or how it always seems dark, or why it is always loud, even at night time. It takes a couple of years for her to finally adapt to New York. Lyndee goes through school without any problems. She joins the newspaper during both high school and college, writing articles on romance and answering questions for lovesick students. Lyndee feels like it’s a nice little job; she feels like she’s really helping.
Her father supports her through everything. He lives in a condo while she rooms at school. He still paints, always having new ideas since moving to New York. With all his extra money, he helps Lyndee buy her café. To this day, she still feels she owes him and will always invite him over, offering free snacks. She is only twenty-one when the café opens, and many of her friends find her crazy for trying to run something at such a young age.
For only twenty-one, Lyndee does a surprisingly good job. She’s adept at advertising and drawing people in, at making new blends of tea and constantly trying new pastries. All of the staff seems to adore her (at least, she hasn’t heard any complaints).
present
Twenty-three is nice and simple, so far. Pipin’ Hot Tea (which she fondly refers to as Pipin’ Hot Love to herself) is doing well. Not as well as it has before, but still floating along. That’s all she could ask for. At least she hasn’t had to worry about something like the TV show ‘Restaurant Impossible.’ She doesn’t really like asking for help, but she will always gladly accept it. The café is still technically her father’s, since he did pay for it, but he hasn’t bothered her about how she’s handling it.
Lyndee talks to her brother as often as possible. He’s living in Italy, though, and neither of them is very good at understanding time zones. In fact, there are still things about America that surprise her now, despite having lived there for thirteen years now. It’s mostly when really simple things are made into very complicated things. She doesn’t understand that. Lyndee still speaks Italian now and then, mostly when people ask her to because, for some reasons, Americans really like other languages/accents. She especially loves talking with somebody else who knows Italian.
Lyndee is considering taking some more classes at Barrie, but until she can find the time for them, she continues to set aside the idea. She doesn’t mind the possibility of taking college classes in her thirties or forties. In fact, some of her brightest classmates were much older than her. (Thinking back on it, that is probably rather obvious). Until she feels like the café is perfectly perfect, she’ll hold off on her schooling.
family
For as long as she can remember, Andrew has been there for her. Lyndee could not have asked for a better father. For a very long while, he was a struggling artist. It took time he did not have to come up with decent paintings. There are still half finished portraits of his children, his wife, and landscapes in the basement (he doesn’t have the heart to throw them away). It wasn’t until after Megan had left that muse came to him. These new works of art were both bleak and beautiful, heart wrenching and inspiring. He is in his late fifties now, living in a condo that is often cluttered with blank and painted-on canvases.
For as long as she can remember, Houston has been more into music than anybody else she knew. When mom left, he would stay in his room, playing his music very loudly. There were never any words, just pretty sounds made from what she assumed were pretty instruments. After Andrew had made enough money, he bought Houston his nicest guitar to date. Lyndee is sure Houston must be famous by now. He didn’t move with them to New York and she doesn’t hear from him that often (time zones, yeesh) but Lyndee is positive he must be making bank. He isn’t much older than Lyndee and he’s still living in Italy.
Megan had been the perfect mother: kind and trustworthy, honest without being mean, helpful and caring. She was worried when Lyndee was born; raising Houston had been trouble enough. It wasn’t until Megan held her daughter in her arms that she knew Lyndee had to stay. Megan handled it all very well. Priscilla’s birth changed things. Andrew, Houston, and Lyndee came home one evening after a trip to the zoo to find mother and Priscilla on the floor. Priscilla was quiet for once, and Megan’s cries still haunt Lyndee to this day. Megan disappeared soon after. There was no note and Lyndee hasn’t heard from her since.
likes
+ Love, babycakes! It’s her whole world.
+ Pastel colors. Any light colors, honestly. She’s particularly fond of yellow and pink. They remind her of spring.
+ Speaking of spring. It’s her favorite season.
+ Tea. She’s been brewing for years now, always wanting to have something unique for her café.
+ Her father and older brother. They all are very tight knit and they work together well. Lyndee likes to think they are a Nutella peanut butter banana sandwich.
+ Songs, books, and movies about romance… in fact, anything to do with romance.
+ Weddings.
dislikes
- Rejection. It’s the worst of the worst.
-Dark colors.
- Rainy days. If Lyndee had to find a reason to like rainy days, it would be for the rainbows afterwards. That’s it. She hates the cold, the wind, and the clouds. Oh, a thunderstorm? You can bet she isn’t leaving the house.
- Cheaters: on tests, playing games, in relationships, all of the above. It’s wrong.
- Horror movies. It’s not just the gore or the nightmare afterwards; it’s the lack of common sense. Clearly, you should not be going upstairs if the killer is in your house.
- Secrets. It’s not that she dislikes them… it’s when somebody tells her a very large secret and she is expected to keep it, to bear the weight on her shoulders. That’s just not fair.
- Fast food, soda… stuff that is generally just bad for your health.
other notes
When Mrs. Bennet does awaken, she’s going to be crazy. Just warning you all ahead of time.
...literature*
book title Pride and Prejudice
backstory Oh man, you guys, Mrs. Bennet. MRS. BENNET. WHERE DO I EVEN START? I honestly love to hate her. She’s pretty annoying in that 2005 movie of P & P, but at the same time, I adore her. For a lot of the book, she just wants her daughters to be married. Like, that is all she worries about. Also, she doesn’t really care when her daughters get into trouble. Like, Lydia and Kitty flirting with guys way too old for them? WHATEVS, Mrs. Bennet DUN CUR. I also feel bad for her because her husband doesn’t respect her, but he’s also hilarious, so I mean, hey. You should properly read up on Mrs. Bennet because she is great and I’m too tired to get into detail!
...roleplayer*
name disney princess dani, dany stark/targaryen, dani phantom, dani of the future, dandylion, dannerz, etc etc.
