Lela Porter
Aug 29, 2013 13:56:50 GMT -6
Post by Lela Porter on Aug 29, 2013 13:56:50 GMT -6
Full Name: Lela Nichole Porter
Chosen Name: Danu Athena Lilith
Age: 16 (claiming to be 18)
Place of Birth: Florence, Alabama
Date of Birth: November 19, 1997
Zodiac: Scorpio
Playby: Chloe Mortez
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 110 lbs
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Blonde
What was your occupation before coming to Silver Valley? Student
Occupation within the community:
Why have you come to live in Silver Valley? Lela ran away from home. Once she got far enough, Silver Valley seemed like a safe place to stay, so she figured out her story and talked her way in.
Personality: Lela is a survivor. She will do whatever it takes to stay alive. She is very quiet and withdrawn from the world. Keeping to herself seems safer. She doesn't want to care about anyone, but she cares about everyone deeply. She often dreams of what it would mean to make the world a better place, to keep children safe while they slept in their homes at night. She is impulsive and at times volatile, because she had to be to survive her upbringing. When she is not lashing out to keep from feeling threatened, she is a very sweet and charismatic girl. Everyone she lets in loves her. She has fantastic intuition and empathy. It's almost as if they can sense that she would do anything for them despite how hard she tries to hide it.
She harbors a great deal of resentment towards the world, towards her mother and her teachers and especially her father. She keeps her secrets very close to her chest so as not to let anyone see her vulnerabilities. When she was younger, she loved to dance. It made her feel free and confident and secure. Now she has let that passion drift away from her, and now she suffers from depression and post traumatic stress disorder.
History: Lela had a fairly normal childhood. She took ballet, jazz, and tap. Her parents were always around, supporting her in everything she did. As she got older, she began developing a bit of a rebellious streak, and things started to get ugly. When she was thirteen mom got sick, and dad starting drinking. She didn't like to see him that way, but she understood that he was hurting too. He was just as scared as she was.
They had gotten in a fight over something stupid the night her mother was taken to the hospital in an ambulance, and she cried herself to sleep waiting for them to come home and tell her everything would be alright. Instead, her father came home crashing through the door at four in the morning. Lela jolted up from where she lay on the couch waiting to find him standing tossing pots and pans around the kitchen. One of them hurtled through the living room into a clock in the wall just inches from her head. She screeched and ducked to avoid the falling objects. Unfortunately for her, the sound drew unwanted attention, and in his blind rage, her father turned on her, grabbing her by the hair as she tried to flee. He pulled his belt from the loops and lashed her until she buckled into a sobbing heap on the floor where he left her, stepping over her as if she were nothing, and went down the hall to pass out a foot away from his bed.
For the next three years, the abuse continued in one form or another. Her mother was brought home but unable to care for herself much less her daughter, so her father took out his frustrations with the burden on the young girl and forced her to take on more responsibility than she could handle. One night, she couldn't take it anymore, so she smashed a wrench over his head and left them both for dead. She didn't care which direction she went, just so long as it got her as far away as possible. She hitchhiked her way north until she found herself in a truck stop in Wolf Point, staring at a newspaper article about Silver Valley Village. "A place where you can rest your weary head," the headline claimed. She was a couple thousand miles from home, and she was tired. She thanked Ted, the truck driver from Oklahoma by stealing his wallet and sneaking off into the night. She used his money to rent a hotel room and buy an extra set of clothes before hoofing it down the highway in the morning to find this supposed haven.
Role Play Sample: There she stood, staring into the broken mirror in the cheap motel she rented for the night clutching the knife she had tucked into the sleeve of her jacket at the truck stop. She twirled a strand of her long golden locks around her forefinger and pondered its existence. She had never been allowed to cut her nair growing up, and she wondered what she would look like without it. She pulled it up behind her head just to test the theory. Being a runaway, a change in her appearance probably couldn't hurt, and she felt like she needed to be someone different now. She was someone different now. The scared little girl who used to cower in her closet didn't exist anymore.
One little strand remained wrapped around her finger, and she pulled it tight to begin sawing away at it. It only took a minute or so before the first bundle of blonde threads fell into the motel sink. Again with another strand and another, she hacked until they were all off, lying before her in a tangled pile of confusion and broken promises. Tomorrow would be a new day, she promised herself. She was going to start from scratch and go live her life. There were no limits now, no angry drunken men telling her what she could not do. The future was bright, and for the first time she could remember, she felt peace.
Player Name: Teagan
Age: 25