HAMILTON, Silvia

[silvia]

SILVIA HAMILTON
the angels cry when stars collide,
I can't eat and I can't breathe...

NICKNAMES: Silv
GENDER: Female
ANIMAL: European Polecat
SEXUALITY: Straight
AGE: 17
GRADE: Junior
OCCUPATION: Nothing really...
SCHEDULE: 

TELL ME A LITTLE ABOUT YOURSELF.

About me...er....I don't know how to start...Really I don't do much, at least not during breaks. I would try to volunteer here and there but my patience isn't always the greatest. I like debates, and writing if that counts for something...I also like having fun, sure a argument is fun, but I know the extent of fighting, not that I always stop but you know the normal stuff...Let's see...I hate people who yell at me, my mom calls me stubborn but all I have to say is if you expect something done you better do it right. I may enjoy a occasional contest and a moment in the spotlight. But I can't promise not rambling, I tend to do that alot when I'm nervous. Well I guess I should get back to the good things about me...well I have a soft spot of old people and little kids if that counts for something, but I can't promise not avoiding them...I use to work at a pizza place, but it sucked so I quit. And I got my license...but no car...at least not yet. I do decently at school, and i use to play First Base in Softball, i did pretty good, got 2 home runs and got 5 people out in one game...I also play soccer, though I can't promise not slide tackling you...I'm normally not this akward, I swear, it's just getting interviewed isn't something I'd expect for a application, a little new for me you know?

TELL ME MORE, PLEASE? WHAT ARE YOU LIKE?

Silvia is a proud person, she doesn't like drastic changes and may be a bit strange at times. Silvia doesn't like being alone therefore is usually trying to fit in and please people, not that she doesn't, it's just easy to get her to do things at times. Though at other times she is very stubborn, feisty, and hot headed. She usually believes what she says is right and nothing else, but at times she may, and I said may, be understanding. Silvia isn't one to flirt much, she is a go with the flow kind of person and tends to take things lightly. But that doesn't mean she is sensitive, nope not at all. Silvia is as sone describe 'As sensitive as a crocodile and as romantic as a cold bath' due to the fact that she doesn't date much, since she isn't one to ask people but to await to be asked. She is a face to face kind of person who would normally tell you something upfront unless she feels embarrassed or shy.

THAT’S INTERESTING. CAN YOU TELL ME A SECRET? I PROMISE NOT TO TELL.

Silvia doesn't have many secrets, at least not any she would like to share, but who does? Silvia if asked when her first kiss was would most likely lie since she ran away before it happened in the fifth grade, believing strongly at the tine of personal space. And if asked if she has a father would most likely say she does but he lives in Austria since she's part Austrian and he abandoned her and her mother when Silvia was 4. Silvia currently has a step dad who works as a Marine Biologist along side her mother who is also a Marine Biologist.

OOC

YOUR NAME: Rei
YOUR GENDER: Female
OTHER CHARACTERS: None 
FACE CLAIM: Elisabeth Harnois
RP EXAMPLE:

Practice makes perfect. Is that not what they all say? You practice and work your butt off to get someone else’s perfect, but do you ever get your own? these words were elegantly placed on Lyssia’s violet journal. The gold ink blending smoothly with the cream pages, the book was worth more than necessary, but it was a gift from her parents. Smiling she placed the gold pen in the book, the crystal’s shimmering in the sunlight of the bright morning. Sunday, was in fact, a lazy day for her. She had nothing to do, and if she had things to do, she didn’t have the willingness to do them. Smiling she let the expensive journal sit on the bare grass, her green eyes clear and relaxed as she picked up the nearby soccer ball. 

Walking onto the field her blonde ponytail swung from side to side the a clock’s bell. Her mind whirling with the imagination within, There she is Berlitz guarding the goal. Up comes Bauer, she shoots, and Berlitz blocks! the German girl laughed lightly at that. Her sounds barely audible in the soft carefree air, the day was a bit silent. Not many people were out, a jogger, a rushed adult, maybe even a couple. But it was too early to see the normal field traffic. Which was a relief since Lyssia didn’t enjoy being watched when she fell on her butt, that was if she fell at all. But there was always a chance at falling and embarrassing yourself in front of these strangers, and Lyssia wasn’t one to take chances.

Letting the ball slip out of her hands she watched it hit the cool, cut, green grass. A smile slightly faded on her face she she kicked it down field. Lyssia loved soccer, like just about every European, and she played the sport. Well for a girl, but she was goalie, therefore not really considered the best player. But she didn’t mind, you can’t be good at everything, not like she was, a fail at music, too shy to be class president, bashful to dance at discos, what did she have other than poetry and literature? In her green eyes nothing, she didn’t have the hardship everyone else had to push them forward, she didn’t have the power that the others had to make themselves known. Lyssia was simply a ordinary girl with a extraordinary skill with poetry, not that anyone cared much for it. When was the last time you saw the face of a famous poet on a newspaper or magazine? Do you see the paparazzi chasing them around? No. You don’t here small girl screaming the names of famous poets nor wearing their faces to school. Poets were simply never noticed, not that Lyssia minded. What would life be like always noticed? Would she actually enjoy having her face plastered on some kid’s Monday outfit of schoolbag, surely not, the thought at a normal time sent a shiver down her spine. She preferred not being everywhere at once, but since she was on the soccer field her mind was at peace. Every thought was on the ball ahead of her as she continued her paced run. Never missing a step as she ran down the field towards the large white net, Lyssia, in her own mind was nothing to notice. 

Maybe she was more self-conscious and saw the mistakes in herself that others didn’t, or maybe she couldn’t see herself at all. Either way Lyssie was never proud of herself, but she was proud of others. She was proud of her genius father and sister, both in the field of Microbiology, she was proud of her brilliant mother, and her smart brother. Lyssie was proud of the kid next door who could run a mile without feeling breathless and she was proud of the baby down the block who never cried, but Lyssie was never, and this is a emphasis on never, proud of herself. The reasoning behind this was never certain, her mother believes it’s because her nature is kind, her father believes Lyssie just doesn’t feel ready to live up to expectations, but nobody is ever certain why this brilliant girl never sees herself brilliant. Not that many people know she doesn’t see herself in such a way, she tends to act so normal it’s hard to believe she could ever find more than a million things wrong with herself, but she does, and she always will. Dribbling down the field the girl got so wrapped up in her own thoughts she began tumbling. Her hand breaking her fall with a painful halt, and the ball continued to roll away. Blushing with embarrassment she hoped no one saw that. See this is the reason I don’t practice with others… she thought half angry half amused.

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[Reptilian Rissa]

♛ ACCEPTED !
welcome to sabal palm private high, silvia!
do not forget to stake your claims.