Kylie Matilda Leyland ~ ACCEPTED

[Jack Mercer]

Character Name: Kylie Matilda Leyland
Date of Birth: July 3rd, 2014
Appearance:

Kylie has long, wavy, blond hair that goes down the middle of her back. Her eyes are a dark, but noticeable blue, just like her father's. Kylie stands at about five foot four, not as tall as her mother, but not to short. Just average. Kylie spends most of her time outdoors, so she gets nice tan pretty easily. She hates getting fake tans and will never do so. Her lips are like her mother's, plump, and she has a button nose just like her dad.

PLAYED-BY: indiana evans

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Mother: Perri Lawe-Leyland
Father: Matthew Leyland
Siblings: None
Other: none

Personality: Kylie is a very friendly, quiet girl. She hates being the center of attention at anytime, it just makes her uncomfortable to think about people watching her. She is not like her mother, Perri, at all. Her mother used to use her great looks to get what she wanted, and could talk for hours if she wanted to. Kylie hates how she looks, feeling like she is not good enough. Kylie is a very smart girl, but lacks common sense some of the time. That is how her mother and her share something in common. They don't think about what may or may not happen because of their actions, they just do what they think will work right when it pops in their heads. Kylie is extremely insecure about herself no matter what people say, she just feels like she is getting worse.

Likes: the beach, photography, days where she can just relax, sleep.
Dislikes: rude people, mirrors, liars, players.
Strengths: photography, surfing, and intellect.
Weaknesses: insecure, stubborn, honest
Goals: to get over her eating disorder, to become successful in life
Fears: her eating disorder, anyone finding out about it.

History: Kylie was always a giggly, happy little girl. Turning out to be quite like her mother, Kylie had already modeled for several baby, child, and pre-teen magazines. She was very talkative, stubborn and charming like her mom, while sensible, clever and smart like her dad. That was most of the time, however. Sometimes Kylie just never thinks about how her actions can effect herself and others. When she turned thirteen though, she starting pulling back into herself. She got a little quieter, started smiling less and started taking detail into almost everything. Her mom thought it was a phase, but Kylie just became more and more shy. She starting picking her friends a lot more carefully, talked to less boys even though she was really to young to anyway. She would much rather stay inside, curled up in sweats just doing whatever she would like instead of going out with friends. By fourteen, she was starting to get really interesting in modeling, or at least that is what he parents figured. Kylie started getting very many magazines, not so much wanting to do what they did, but wondering how they looked how they looked.

While loving surfing just like both of her parents do, Kylie started getting weird about it. She would refuse to wear bikinis to the beach anymore, and would always wear wet suits while surfing. While just relaxing on the beach, she would always wear a dress and constantly look around to make sure anyone wasn't looking at her. At how bad she looked. She felt more like herself in the winter. Long sleeved shirts, and jackets. A reason to wear sweats as well. You could say she always looked a little happier in the winter. By the time spring came around she would wear loose, long sleeved shirts for as long as possible, and then pulled back into herself a little bit more. Looking back at old pictures of her parents and their time at a major surf academy made her feel even more insecure. Her mother and all of her friends were so gorgeous, and...skinny. They were all the perfect height for their weight, and perfectly...perfect. Kylie wanted to be like them. She really wanted to be like them.

When she was fifteen, and her birthday was in a few days, she told her mom and dad that she didn't want a party. In reality, Kylie figured it would be fun. She wasn't shy enough to not like the idea of a party, but she was insecure enough. Pizza, ice cream and cake? Those were the things that would ruin her, and she just couldn't. Kylie had been putting herself on a strict diet that her parent's surely would approve of, so she just kept it to herself. In the attempt that Kylie said she didn't want a party though, on her 'sweet sixteen', Perri and Matt eventually decided that was some sort of hint to through a big party. And that is what they did. On the day of the party, Kylie literally had no idea, which usually isn't the case in surprise parties. She had to pretend nothing was wrong, eat, and smile, and eat...Little did anyone know, that night is when she took a big step into something. An eating disorder. Kylie threw up everything she had that night, and laid on the bathroom floor in defeat. After that, Kylie can't remember keeping anything down. It has been two weeks, three days and ten hours. No one has a clue...at least she hopes not.

Your Name: Moira! =D
Your Age: 24
Roleplay Experience: like 3 years
Other Characters On Here: Jack Mercer
How You Found Us: ....hah
Sample Post: I coughed a couple times, my throat burning. Tears ran down my cheeks and I tried to force them to stop as I flushed the toilet and slumped back into the corner of the bathroom. No one was home right now, I couldn't remember where my parents went tonight. I stood up slowly, and stared into my reflection. I tried pulling my hair back in a different way, but who was I kidding. I coughed a few more times, and grabbed my toothbrush, started the water and brushed my teeth. Once I was done, I found myself staring again. Why wasn't I good enough? Why wasn't I skinny enough? Or pretty enough, like my mom? I rubbed my eyes furiously, trying to scare away the tears. Why wasn't I strong enough? Why couldn't I stop this stupid habit? I needed to stop before anyone found out. I could stop whenever I wanted and I knew if anyone found out they would think otherwise. I could stop whenever I wanted...right? Right, of course I could. I looked down at my stomach, and back to the mirror, and to my stomach. I didn't even consider lifting my shirt because I knew what it would show. Someone not good enough. Not pretty enough. Not skinny enough. No boys ever talked to me because of it, I was sure. My friends kept telling me how pretty I was and how jealous they were of me. I don't know who's sick joke that was, but they needed to stop telling it.

I felt hollow, and I couldn't shake the feeling of it. Hunger pains shot through me, and I felt sick to my stomach because of it. No one got this hungry all the time. Why did I? Maybe I needed to get out the house. Go get some fresh air or something. I brushed my hair and felt my stomach grumble. Frowning, I went to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water, and froze. I looked at the fridge, and trembled a little. I opened the door, grabbed a bottle of water and ran out of my house. I just kept running, not sure where I was going. I could almost hear the people look at me, wondering what I was doing. I hated when people stared at me. I kept running, refusing to let myself stop. I wanted to be skinny, I needed exercise. I also needed food...no, no I didn't. I didn't want to go home, look in the mirror and see...this. I wanted to be fit, just like a surfer should be. I needed to keep running. I wanted...I needed, to run until I couldn't anymore. Just run until all my problems just could not catch up no matter what I did. I dodged people on the sidewalk, my unopened bottle of water in one hand, my life in the other.

It had been a few hours before I returned home. My parents were due back any time now, and I slumped back down on the couch. I took deep breaths, my stomach feeling empty, needing, begging for food. I felt like I would pass out from fatigue at any moment. Some people can go days without food, right? They never feel this way, why did I?Was I really that unhealthy? I stood up, and stared into the kitchen. Maybe I wouldn't throw up this time. I could eat a salad maybe, that would be fine, right? Right, I could do this. I didn't have to throw things up to get skinny. I just needed a strict, healthy diet and a good exercise plan. I stood up and tried to walk into the kitchen with confidence, but I felt like a drug addict relapsing into addiction. Someone giving into a filthy habit. I shook my head, trying to get rid of those feelings and I made myself a salad. After I finished eating, my stomach might have felt better but I felt like a pig. I stared at the bathroom down the hall, and gripped the arm of the cushioned chair I was sitting on. I tried to concentrate on the television. Trying to forget all of my problems. Concentrate...just forget...concentrate...just forget.

I stood up and ran to the bathroom.

Contact Me! : [e-mail]
Will You Stay Active?: yeppp
Keyword: i didn't read the rules because i'm a rebel.

[Serenity Athena Malfoy]

MERRI!!! Eeee...and yay for more characters! I know you're an awesome rper and that you're even more active than me sometimes on this =D, so duh, of course I

APPROVE!

I looove her personality and history. Poor Kylie. =(

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[Isabella Cassadine]

YAY for another character! Love you Mo <3

You're definitely approved! I loveeee Kylie! =)