Ayla Seton

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Ayla Seton




"I will not be used to be battered and abused, It's the reason why I choose to cut my losses"

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Full Name - Ayla Seton
Nicknames/Alias - None
Age - 23
Date of Birth - July, 9th
Gender - female
Sexual Orientation - heterosexual
Affiliation - independence
Occupation - hired gun

Play-By - Zooey Deschenel
Build - slender, petite
Height & Weight - 5’3’’
Hair - Long, layered, black hair
Eyes - Blue
Unique Features - Tattoo, in Chinese on the inside of her left wrist -Free
Dressing Style -Ayla likes her combat style boots. She wears cargo style pants, and layered tank-tops. A few solid colored tshirts (mainly black and white), and a black jacket for those times when its cold.
Other - hmmmm, my mind is blank....

Likes - *Her twin pistols *The black *Weapons *Dogs *Shooting
Dislikes - *Most men *Anyone invading her personal space *Drunks *Being planetside too long *Overly promiscuous women
Quirks/Habits - Will occasionally twirl the ends of her hair around her finger.
Fears - *Ending up back where she was, with her stepfather *Intimacy
Secrets - She doesn’t really want anyone knowing what she went through
Strengths - *She's a good shot *Can cook (but doesn't care for it *Her loyalty
Weaknesses - *Her fear of intimacy *Dogs *Children
Talents/Special Abilities - *Can cook *Her shooting *Can usually blend in, getting in and out with out calling attention to herself
Aspirations - Find a ship, work, and get back out to the black
Overall Personality - Ayla is a tad bit shy. Although she likes to keep to herself mostly. She’s loyal to those she needs to be, namely her fellow crew, but not real trusting. Naïve or gullible she is not, having been through the things she has with her stepfather. Ayla can come across as aloof, but she just really doesn’t talk much. She’s one to come around slowly in being friends with anyone.

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Father - Stuart Seton, presumed dead
Mother - Lyndah Seton Phelps, deceased
Siblings - None known
Other Significant People - Buddy Phelps; Giselle Morgan
Pets - None
Your History -
Ayla grew up on Haven, with her mother and Buddy Phelps. A month before her 15th birthday her mother died. Buddy now being alone with no companionship decided Ayla, being young, would be her mother’s replacement. After a week of suffering his unwanted attentions and abuse, and with the help of Gisele Morgan, she was able to escape. Ayla fixed Buddy his usual drink, only this time she had added the small packet Gisele had given her earlier in the day. Once the drug had taken affect, Ayla grabbed the meager belongings she had stashed and quickly made her way the pre-arranged meeting spot where she was to meet the Captain of The Plymouth, John West. He gave Ayla a job aboard his ship as cook. Over the past few years West and his crew had taught her how to shoot and she became rather good with a gun.

Recently, they had a bad job that ended with the death of the ship’s first mate and West’s wife. He decided that life in the black wasn’t what he wanted anymore, and sold The Plymouth. Ayla, along some of the remaining crew decided they would stay on with the new owner, a Mr. Nigel Krumnow. Or at least she did until she pulled a knife on the new boss for getting a little too friendly. He had cornered her and made a pass that was too reminiscent of what she had run from. Needless to say, Mr. Krumnow didn’t take to kindly to her response and ordered Ayla off the ship. Now she found herself homeless, stranded, and looking for a job.

What should we call you? - Misty
Roleplaying Experience - 3 years
Where did you find us? - Google
Prove Yourself - Shiny
Post Script - Can't think of anything....
Other characters - None, this if the first
How we should contact you - PM
Roleplay Example - “Right there…” The old man declared, pausing long enough to lean off towards his right and spit tobacco juice into the brush. He wiped his mouth across the already dirty sleeve of his tattered coat. His scarred hand pointed a finger at the center of the target as he continued, “Right there, in the middle. Ya got to aim straight and hit what ya aimmin’ at.”
The old man was John West, captain of The Plymouth. And in reality he really was not all that old, but his rugged appearance seemed to add years to his age. His face, what showed of it, carried that hard, weathered look one would have found on the old Sailors from Earth that was… complete with a salt and peppering of his beard, with a majority of salt. Of course none of that mattered very much to anyone who came across him, or to any of his crew. And that was what Ayla Seton just happened to be. Crew. It had taken her a good number of years to get him to agree, but finally he was teaching her how to handle a gun, how to shoot.

To Ayla, it had taken what seemed like forever to get Captain West to agree to teach her, and then even longer to get him to actually follow through with the promise. He was the best shot on the ship, which made him the one she wanted doling out the instructions. And now that is where they sat, or rather, stood. West standing off to her right rattling off instructions and the like.

“I see, Cap’n….I see” She agreed. Ayla had the shotgun situated just the way he had told her – more than once. The butt nestled in the crook of her shoulder, a small hand gripping the barrel, and a finger gently resting alongside the trigger while she took aim. She was not just placating the older man, she was a determined girl. One that had her mind set. And it was set on being able to aim, shoot straight, and hit the target.

She pulled the trigger, the butt of the gun kicking back into her shoulder, leaving a little sting in its wake. But surprisingly, before she had even lowered the gun, taking care to point the barrel to the ground, they both heard the tiny ping the round made from hitting the stack of metal cans. Ayla couldn’t suppress the grin that lit up her face…nor the laugh after she saw the captains.

SYR INTEGRA of CAUTION 2.0 created this and she will happily hunt you down, rip out your spinal cord, and beat you to death with it if you steal her hard work and claim it as your own. especially since she will gladly share it with any and all who wish to use it, provided they leave her nice, little credit attached.

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[Vex]

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