Post by Liana Williams on May 1, 2010 17:07:00 GMT -5
Vitals
Nickname(s):Lia, Ana
Age/Grade:17
Birthday: June 23, 1991
Place of Birth:San Diego California
Ethnicity:Caucasian
Height: 5’5”
Weight:124
Blood type: B-
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Light Green
Sexuality: Heterosexual
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Persona
Being an only child Liana has always been a bit quirky, free spirited she would like to say, with her unconventional views and way of living. But if anyone truly has a problem with that, she’ll be quick to say that it has worked out for her so far and those around her. That is not to say she doesn’t have her bad points – Lia can easily be pushed around if someone wanted to take advantage of her trusting nature but she is far from naïve. She merely doesn’t have a strong constitution when it comes to some things, unless the matter hits close to the heart of her convictions.
Liana rides a fine line almost constantly of living a life her mother and father would be proud of, and doing what she wants – she is never really one to try and be the center of rumors so if she can avoid unsavory situations she will.
Mentality: Tends to be straight forward, and honest when asked a question, to the point of being brutally blunt. She can become single minded on a task and has the habit of holding on to things for a long time.
Ideal: Liana doesn’t have any set plans for her future – of course college and furthering her education goes without saying, but there are a few things she wants to see to before that happens.
Belief: Nothing is so firmly believed as what we least know.
Hobbies:Photography, and Reading
Talents: Relating to people, and getting them to trust her quickly.
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Aesthetics
Combat
Years Practiced:--
Description:--
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History
But Lia’s family was hardly typical, her father was a Military man and where he went, they followed. Schools soon became an impossibility for her - between moving nearly constantly – over seas, and back, to this base or that one…the ability to make and keep friends seemed almost as an impossible thing as having one home. Lia’s mother home schooled her, so her life was filled richly with different things, and unusual experiences. There was nothing abnormal or unusual about the way she lived that made it hard to adjust to, in fact she liked it – thought it made her unique from other kids.
However there was one place they always came back to, San Diego.
As cultured and world weary as Liana liked to think she had become from traveling, from all the things she learned, California was always a place she would really call home. It was where everything was at – starting at one childhood memory in particular.
It had been spring, the weather mild, and pleasant – the perfect day to be out enjoying it. With her mother there she had taken pleasure in the free reign of the park, swinging in the swings and climbing on the jungle gym, but in particular she liked the sand box. On that particular day though a boy who, no one seemed to want to associate with, occupied it.
It had been the look on his face; the despondent ache to play like everyone else was doing, to make a friend – something she knew all to well enough. It had taken her a moment for some reason to get up the nerve to start over and talk to him, maybe it was the look on his face that Lia just couldn’t take. But before she managed to get over to him, something must have happened, because much to her confusion, and shock – he attacked one of the boys playing. Even wanting to still go up to him, her mother had already scooped her up and was ushering them away.
She hadn’t learned the boy’s name – that day, but she hadn’t forgotten, promising herself that she wouldn’t…there was just something in those few minutes that made her want to remember. It hadn’t taken much poking around to finally put a name with the face – with her mother being a relatively social woman with the women around the neighborhood, and the base, gossip was plenty. Devon Richardson. Liana always told herself that they would run into each other again, because as vast as the world was and as spread out and diverse as they all lived, it was smaller then most realized.
However it seemed her walk in life was going to keep her from the opportunity…that was until Liana’s father finally retired from the military. They were in agreement that they would move back to San Diego, and she would have the chance to finish out her education in a regular school, as a regular student. And even if her first official day of school life at PHS# 774 began a little later then most, it was merely another prospect of experiencing something she hadn’t before...
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Living Status Information
Roommates: N/A
Cases Against the Students: 0
Cases Against the Teachers: 0
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Stats
Dexterity:10
Constitution:10
Intelligence:25
Wisdom:20
Charisma:15
The Bio Approval Code Phrase: "Must be made of something weak...like Raditz.".[/ul]
Nickname(s):Lia, Ana
Age/Grade:17
Birthday: June 23, 1991
Place of Birth:San Diego California
Ethnicity:Caucasian
Height: 5’5”
Weight:124
Blood type: B-
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Light Green
Sexuality: Heterosexual
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Persona
Being an only child Liana has always been a bit quirky, free spirited she would like to say, with her unconventional views and way of living. But if anyone truly has a problem with that, she’ll be quick to say that it has worked out for her so far and those around her. That is not to say she doesn’t have her bad points – Lia can easily be pushed around if someone wanted to take advantage of her trusting nature but she is far from naïve. She merely doesn’t have a strong constitution when it comes to some things, unless the matter hits close to the heart of her convictions.
Liana rides a fine line almost constantly of living a life her mother and father would be proud of, and doing what she wants – she is never really one to try and be the center of rumors so if she can avoid unsavory situations she will.
Mentality: Tends to be straight forward, and honest when asked a question, to the point of being brutally blunt. She can become single minded on a task and has the habit of holding on to things for a long time.
Ideal: Liana doesn’t have any set plans for her future – of course college and furthering her education goes without saying, but there are a few things she wants to see to before that happens.
Belief: Nothing is so firmly believed as what we least know.
Hobbies:Photography, and Reading
Talents: Relating to people, and getting them to trust her quickly.
[/ul]
Aesthetics
Combat
Years Practiced:--
Description:--
[/ul]
History
But Lia’s family was hardly typical, her father was a Military man and where he went, they followed. Schools soon became an impossibility for her - between moving nearly constantly – over seas, and back, to this base or that one…the ability to make and keep friends seemed almost as an impossible thing as having one home. Lia’s mother home schooled her, so her life was filled richly with different things, and unusual experiences. There was nothing abnormal or unusual about the way she lived that made it hard to adjust to, in fact she liked it – thought it made her unique from other kids.
However there was one place they always came back to, San Diego.
As cultured and world weary as Liana liked to think she had become from traveling, from all the things she learned, California was always a place she would really call home. It was where everything was at – starting at one childhood memory in particular.
It had been spring, the weather mild, and pleasant – the perfect day to be out enjoying it. With her mother there she had taken pleasure in the free reign of the park, swinging in the swings and climbing on the jungle gym, but in particular she liked the sand box. On that particular day though a boy who, no one seemed to want to associate with, occupied it.
It had been the look on his face; the despondent ache to play like everyone else was doing, to make a friend – something she knew all to well enough. It had taken her a moment for some reason to get up the nerve to start over and talk to him, maybe it was the look on his face that Lia just couldn’t take. But before she managed to get over to him, something must have happened, because much to her confusion, and shock – he attacked one of the boys playing. Even wanting to still go up to him, her mother had already scooped her up and was ushering them away.
She hadn’t learned the boy’s name – that day, but she hadn’t forgotten, promising herself that she wouldn’t…there was just something in those few minutes that made her want to remember. It hadn’t taken much poking around to finally put a name with the face – with her mother being a relatively social woman with the women around the neighborhood, and the base, gossip was plenty. Devon Richardson. Liana always told herself that they would run into each other again, because as vast as the world was and as spread out and diverse as they all lived, it was smaller then most realized.
However it seemed her walk in life was going to keep her from the opportunity…that was until Liana’s father finally retired from the military. They were in agreement that they would move back to San Diego, and she would have the chance to finish out her education in a regular school, as a regular student. And even if her first official day of school life at PHS# 774 began a little later then most, it was merely another prospect of experiencing something she hadn’t before...
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Living Status Information
Roommates: N/A
Cases Against the Students: 0
Cases Against the Teachers: 0
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Stats
Dexterity:10
Constitution:10
Intelligence:25
Wisdom:20
Charisma:15
The Bio Approval Code Phrase: "Must be made of something weak...like Raditz.".[/ul]
