Profile

(Profile is a work in progress; while the basic information doesn't change, I sometimes alter the telling in order to express her current state of mind: Angry, miserable, or a little bit crazy. It also may be worth noting that this is an AU version of my own OC - who was left alone until her anger festered, and overcame her hurt. As such, I'm still somewhat finding the balance between her, and the character I once wrote with - she's rapidly developing. :) )

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Lyla used to be a brunette. Maybe. Or was she a natural blonde? Were her eyes blue? Or brown? Sometimes she thinks they're green. The closest she can get to remembering her form is just a child, though.

She remembers being a child - just a little bit; when she really concentrates, she can remember being a baby - the Superior were cruel enough to leave her that. The pain of when the Superior took her away to make her Special; stole her away from crib and home, and a mother who's face she can't remember.

They made her Special. Special's that thing you are, when you're different and nobody wants to talk to you. It's the only thing they called her - that, and You. But she wanted a name, so she stole one. Or shared one. With some earth girl, she thinks.

And she wanted a face they'd like, so she "shared" one of those too. A nice face, to lay over her own, and smile; and when they didn't like that she "shared" another, and another, until she'd lost her own; and the only one she can ever remember is still just a child.

But they were Superior; and she was Special. And when they got tired of her constant questions, her constant desire to know how things worked, they smiled, they tricked her into going to her home, the lower planes where she was born. They smiled and told her it was her toybox, to do with what she wanted. And while she was playing with the tiny insignificant humans, like they had taught her, they locked the doors and trapped her in. And left her with the memory that she had once been human.

Little Lyla's less than pleased.
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Note: This is a journal for RP purposes alone; her opinions aren't mine, her desires CERTAINLY aren't mine, and since I'm fairly certain my sneakers are made of synthetics, I sincerely hope they were never named anything at all.

Lyla is not a god, in terms of worship, but she is a god-equivalent - think... Q from star trek; or 5th dimension from Superman. She'll probably avoid conflict, for... various reasons. She won't do anything permanent to any character without me talking to the mun first.


If anyone wants to verse, let me know - I'd love to get her in a relationship with someone; particularly someone who might help me curb her temper, and allow for some character growth to occur. :D (Preferably a non-smutty one, though. Lyla's personality - at least currently - just doesn't lend itself to smut. >,> )


Other than that - mun is over eighteen (and male); muse doesn't know how old she is, but she's also over eighteen (though not by much) and is (probably) female.

She has no relationship to Alison Lohman, Nora Tschirner, Scarlett Johansson, Susan Coffey, Eleanor Tomlinson, Charlotte Free, Brea Grant, Anna Lutoskin, Ellen Page, Katie Mcgrath, Elle Fanning, Emilia Clarke, Amelia Warner, Dianna Agron or Fiona Maxwell. She just likes to look like them.

I have even less relationship to them, as I look nothing like any of them.