Post by Lyla Harwood on Jul 26, 2010 15:31:54 GMT -5
Name: Lyla Harwood
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Personality: Nervous, introspective, in all aspects of life she finds it hard to gather the courage and motivation to move forward, but is hard to stop once she gets going. She has very bohemian standards and morals, and doesn't care for violence. Quite a dreamer, as well, often losing herself in some train of thought. She seems like she'd be slow to anger, but... sometimes that isn't so.
Appearance: Pretty average height and build, with curly brown hair in a headband that reachers just past her chin. Her skin is pale and dotted with a few freckles here and there, and her eyes are a dull green. She likes to wear colourful summer dresses in warm weather, or nice muted sweaters and skirts in the winter. Something of a modern-day hippie, loves 60s-type style and culture.
Biography: Lyla spent a lot of time alone as a kid. She was an only child, and her parents usually didn't come home from work until it was nearly time for bed. There were other kids in the neighbourhood, sure, but in all honesty she liked the alone time. She had more fun playing on the swingset in her suburban backyard than anything. The surrounding shrubs and trees had grown tall and isolated the yard, so she considered it her own private haven. She spent most of her time swinging back and forth, dreaming of fantastic places and people far away, watching the sun and clouds in the sky. She had invented an imaginary friend for herself, one that lived in the surrounding greenery. They'd have adventures, flying through the sky and running through tall fields of grass. At the end of the day she'd say bye to her friend, and run inside to eat dinner.
But sometimes, when she looked back, she swore the bushes moved.
By the time she was a teenager, she'd learned to get along with the other kids. She had friends of her own, she'd go out and have fun with the rest of them, but some days, she found she just had to go out to the backyard that she'd spent her early years in. She remembered her imaginary friend, that lived in the bushes. What did it look like again...? Was it a boy, or a girl? She couldn't remember. But she did remember how much fun they had.
Digivice description: The original, yellow-orange with green buttons.
Crest: Clarity- Activated when one is able to silence the mind to find an answer within chaos. Looks like a circle with two slightly smaller circles within it and a small square in the middle.
Digimon partner(s): Floramon
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Personality: Nervous, introspective, in all aspects of life she finds it hard to gather the courage and motivation to move forward, but is hard to stop once she gets going. She has very bohemian standards and morals, and doesn't care for violence. Quite a dreamer, as well, often losing herself in some train of thought. She seems like she'd be slow to anger, but... sometimes that isn't so.
Appearance: Pretty average height and build, with curly brown hair in a headband that reachers just past her chin. Her skin is pale and dotted with a few freckles here and there, and her eyes are a dull green. She likes to wear colourful summer dresses in warm weather, or nice muted sweaters and skirts in the winter. Something of a modern-day hippie, loves 60s-type style and culture.
Biography: Lyla spent a lot of time alone as a kid. She was an only child, and her parents usually didn't come home from work until it was nearly time for bed. There were other kids in the neighbourhood, sure, but in all honesty she liked the alone time. She had more fun playing on the swingset in her suburban backyard than anything. The surrounding shrubs and trees had grown tall and isolated the yard, so she considered it her own private haven. She spent most of her time swinging back and forth, dreaming of fantastic places and people far away, watching the sun and clouds in the sky. She had invented an imaginary friend for herself, one that lived in the surrounding greenery. They'd have adventures, flying through the sky and running through tall fields of grass. At the end of the day she'd say bye to her friend, and run inside to eat dinner.
But sometimes, when she looked back, she swore the bushes moved.
By the time she was a teenager, she'd learned to get along with the other kids. She had friends of her own, she'd go out and have fun with the rest of them, but some days, she found she just had to go out to the backyard that she'd spent her early years in. She remembered her imaginary friend, that lived in the bushes. What did it look like again...? Was it a boy, or a girl? She couldn't remember. But she did remember how much fun they had.
Digivice description: The original, yellow-orange with green buttons.
Crest: Clarity- Activated when one is able to silence the mind to find an answer within chaos. Looks like a circle with two slightly smaller circles within it and a small square in the middle.
Digimon partner(s): Floramon
