Post by £i!!ian on Oct 13, 2009 15:48:16 GMT -5
L I L L I A N
There is a Reaper whose name is Death,
And, with his sickle keen,
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,
And the flowers that grow between.
``Shall I have nought that is fair?'' saith he;
``Have nought but the bearded grain?
Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me,
I will give them all back again.''
He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes,
He kissed their drooping leaves;
It was for the Lord of Paradise
He bound them in his sheaves.
``My Lord has need of these flowerets gay,''
The Reaper said, and smiled;
``Dear tokens of the earth are they,
Where he was once a child.
``They shall all bloom in fields of light,
Transplanted by my care,
And saints, upon their garments white,
These sacred blossoms wear.''
And the mother gave, in tears and pain,
The flowers she most did love;
She knew she should find them all again
In the fields of light above.
O, not in cruelty, not in wrath,
The Reaper came that day;
'Twas an angel visited the green earth,
And took the flowers away.
And, with his sickle keen,
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,
And the flowers that grow between.
``Shall I have nought that is fair?'' saith he;
``Have nought but the bearded grain?
Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me,
I will give them all back again.''
He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes,
He kissed their drooping leaves;
It was for the Lord of Paradise
He bound them in his sheaves.
``My Lord has need of these flowerets gay,''
The Reaper said, and smiled;
``Dear tokens of the earth are they,
Where he was once a child.
``They shall all bloom in fields of light,
Transplanted by my care,
And saints, upon their garments white,
These sacred blossoms wear.''
And the mother gave, in tears and pain,
The flowers she most did love;
She knew she should find them all again
In the fields of light above.
O, not in cruelty, not in wrath,
The Reaper came that day;
'Twas an angel visited the green earth,
And took the flowers away.
Name:
Layla, Lillian
Age:
Fifteen Years; Age of Death: Thirteen Years[/color]
Gender:
XX
House:
Capricorna
Main Power:
A Shifter of Shape;;
Lillian can morph into animals of different kinds, though some characteristics of her stay the same throughout, such as eye color. If she is injured in any of her forms including her human one, she will carry that injury with her when she changes forms. She can understand the talk of the animal she is currently in the form of, though the language of humans never leaves her.[/color]
Personality:
Lillian is quiet, perhaps inherited from her previous life. But when provoked, she never backs down, whether from a physical fight or a verbal one. She certainly prefers the latter, and is well-known for leaving a single, stinging sentence before walking away, but only when she's very angry. She hates 'girly' girls, and despises their preppy dresses and gossiping chirps. Lillian herself dresses neatly but plainly, commonly in a T-shirt, light sweater, and either jeans or sweatpants, and always sneakers. She exercises daily, developing a substantial layer of muscle. She loves sports; swimming, running, hurtles, etc., and is good at them. But Lillian's often hopeless at social interactions, besides with her close friends. Besides sports, she plays the cello, and composes music in her spare time. She likes stargazing, and has memorized nearly all of the sky's constellations. Lillian studies hard, and has impeccable hand writing; she's really organized, as well - but all of this comes to make her a perfectionist, and often she is cramped for time between her hobbies and schoolwork. [/color]
Description:
Lillian stands 5'5'' high as a human, mildly tall and slenderly built, but not at all skinny, weighing in at 112 pounds. She's muscular for a girl, for she's very athletic. She has turquoise-colored eyes, light blue on the outside and condensing to the bright sea green the ocean turns when you near land. Her hair is medium blond with streaks of brown-ish gold in them, straight at the top and falling down her back in soft curls. Lillian doesn't have sharp features on her face; her nose isn't sharp, and her lips are a medium-full. She has a dime-sized white scar at the base of her throat, which she normally covers up with a necklace.[/color]
History:
Lillian was born to the Earth as a Russian girl named Layla, whose parents immigrated to the US when she was twelve. She spoke hardly any English, and lived in Chicago where she suffered the torture of going to public school every day where people would make fun of her silence and called her a nerd for studying so hard. She wore large round glasses too large for her face, and put her hazel-brown hair in a messy bun every morning when she got up. She wore no make-up, dressed carelessly, and had no friends - at least, not in the US. One day, four weeks after her thirteenth birthday, she was reading a book under her covers with a flashlight when she heard a creaking noise from outside her window. Alarmed, she pushed back the curtains and shone the light towards the source of the noise, and fell back with a cry when she saw the face of a full-grown man illuminated by her hand-torch, his brown eyes glaring at her green ones. The man turned and fled, abandoning the neighbor's lock he had been messing with seconds before, and as he sprinted down the street several others joined him in his flight. Layla dismissed it as a close call, quietly proud that she had saved her neighbors from burglars.
The next day, Layla didn't come home from school on time. Her parents were worried, waiting for three hours before calling the police and attempting to explain in their accented English. A search party was called, and the thirteen year-old's body wasn't found until late the following day, half-buried in the mini-forest several paces from a place she walked by on her way to school. Her body bore huge bruises around the face and the markings of repeated abuse, but the most gruesome feature was a sharpened knitting needle protruding from the base of her throat. Layla's face was frozen in mid-scream, her eyes glazed and still open. She left this world tormented and alone, staying to wander as a spirit to seek revenge upon her murderers. She saw to it that they were caught at their next attempt of thievery, accompanying them and knocking over a pan and alerting the people across the street. She wandered for a while longer before finding the gates of Chester Forests, where she was accepted and took on the name of Lillian (the Shifter).[/color]
Other:
Lillian isn't a picky eater, though she doesn't eat much. She sleeps at most eight hours a night, though usually she'll only sleep seven. She's a morning person, getting up anytime from four to six in the morning on her own volition, and sleeping around nine. Occasionally Lillian will forget herself and do something like half-snarl in human form or open her mouth to 'taste' the air, and her favorite forms besides human are: A snow-white mare (http://th06.deviantart.net/fs28/300W/f/2008/062/3/e/3ef5838cf1ba2ebd.jpg), a white-and-silver wolf (http://www.1freewallpaper.com/wp-content/gallery/wolf-wallpaper/white_wolf.jpg), a white heron (http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:xqHsooqeQe7gcM:http://image46.webshots.com/47/0/24/98/342902498tvAiuD_ph.jpg), and either a grey-and white (http://www.freewebs.com/spottedstar527/warriors%20Blueheart.jpg) or a reddish-black-and white (http://www.kel-im.com/kelimcoons/cats/evie/Evie_LJ3.jpg) cat. She only allows Wren to call her 'Lil', and all others must call her by her full first name if they don't wish to anger her. She's also left-handed.[/color]
Any experience on other RP sites?
Yes, I am a member on multiple RP sites, have been RPing for over 3 years.[/color]
What other accounts do you have on this site?
None.[/color][/center]
