CARYLYLE, blake

[Blake Carlyle]

*BlakeLillyCarlyle!


}.Courage is being scared to death but saddling up anyway. - John Wayne~

*whoyoucontrol!

full name: Blake Lilly Carlyle
nicknames: Blake or Lilly
gender: Female
age: 23
birthdate: October 18th, 1981
sign: Libra
grade: None
canon or original: Original

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*lookscankill!

hair: She has blonde hair that is normally straight but on some days it can be curly. The hair falls gently onto her shoulders. Normally you will find it in a messy bun or pony tail.
eyes: No glasses. No contacts. 20/20 vision. Ice Blue eyes.
nose: Defined
lips: Slightly plush. Normal really. Nothing like Angelina Jolie.
complexion: Always tan.
body: Well muscled. -coughs- Six pack.
distinguishing features:
Claw Mark: On left shoulder, is about three inches long. 500 stitches exactly. Culprit: Bear
Criss Cross Scars: On both legs, there are several at least 50 per leg, each one criss crossing other ones. Culprit: Two Large Jelly Fish
Claw Mark: On upper thigh of her left leg. It's only an inch long. Culprit: Mountain Lion
Large Bite Mark: You can see where the teeth had dug in and pulled on her stomach and her back. These teeth marks are symmetrical to the ones on her back as well. Culprit: Alligator

style:
Blake likes to keep it simple. She is always found wearing jeans and her favorite pair of cowboy boots. Their black and steel toed. She likes to wear tee shirts, tank tops and camisole while working with horses. You will also normally find her wearing her favorite cowboy hat as well.

played by: Kristen Bell

*removethatmask!

likes: [All in 1st person]
[!] Chocolate: Absolutely delicious!
[!] Horses: They're so graceful and understanding. Poetry in motion.
[!] The Countryside: It's quiet and wide open. No place I'd rather be.
[!] The Quiet: I like to be alone. Gives me time to think.
[!] A Challenge: Challenges are fun, I get to prove my worth.
[!] Guns: I'm a good shooter and I know it. Also, while shooting guns at some target it helps me relieve stress.
[!] Reading: You never know where a book may take you.
[!] Being Single: Some guys can be cute but honestly the whole male gender bothers me. My mother also complained that her youngest daughter knew what guys were for at the age of eight. I was sixteen at the time and she said I still didn't know. I told her: "They're for kicking around. Duh!"
[!] Amusement Parks: I love roller coasters! They are the best things ever invented since sliced bread, in fact they're better than sliced bread!
[!] Family/Friends: I love them to death and I don't know what they would do without me. Ha!

dislikes:
[!] The City: The city is awful. There's too many people and no open spaces.
[!] Not Understanding: I hate being left in the dark, it makes me angry.
[!] Being Helpless: I loathe this feeling. I always want to have some part of control. I was never one to like the role as damsel in distress.
[!] Romance Movies: I hate these mushy movies. Give me a horror or comedy movie any day!
[!] White Chocolate: Gross! Chocolate is the only good way to go.
[!] Perverts: Do I have to explain? No one likes them except the perverts themselves.
[!] Really Flirty Guys: They tend to get annoying and I tend to get a little bit grumpy. Just a little bit. -chuckles-
[!] Pessimists: Not everything can be perfect. Except for God. So just please give it up!?
[!] Crying: I don't like crying. Makes me nervous.
[!] Snakes: I have a rule: If it out weighs me by a hundred pounds then I'm not touching it. Other wise it ok.

strengths:
[!] Intelligence
[!] Riding Skills
[!] Guns Skills
[!] Humor (Makes People Cheer Up)
[!] Instinct (Listens to her instincts more than her conscience)

weaknesses:
[!] Little Kids
[!] Chocolate
[!] Animals
[!] Temper
[!] Too Laid Back

fears:
[!] Cities
[!] Large Snakes
[!] Being Helpless
[!] Losing Someone She Loves
[!] Being In Love

goals:
[!] To help all the abandoned children
[!] To help every hurt animal
[!] To be an awesome rider

secrets:
[!] Regrets not letting the last cute boy who asked her out a chance.
[!] Wishes to love, but too scared to.
[!] Misses Australia, but when asked she won't admit it.

general personality:
[1st Person]
I guess there's a lot about me that people want to know. There my many scars and a the familiar look of curiosity appears on their face. I'm not one to kiss and tell so I just walk off, ignoring them. Yeah, I'm grumpy and proud. I'm stubborn too. I do things my way and no one else's way. I guess you can say I sometimes go by the phrase "My way or the highway". But to be honest I'm really getting tired of that phrase. It's getting too old. Someone else needs to think of something new. Well, first off I'm really laid back. A whole bunch of toddlers could jump and pounce on me and I wouldn't care. I would just keep watching TV.

Like I said before I'm stubborn. Just how far does my stubbornness goes you ask? Well, how about fighting an alligator so that a little boy doesn't get killed. Or how about maybe that time that I basically strangled a mountain lion to death because he was about to slaughter my best friend. Or what about that time where to jelly fish had floating into my legs while I was sitting on my surf board. I didn't give up, I kept paddling to the shore no matter how hard it was. That's how stubborn I am. Do you get the picture? I also have a temper problem. I get grumpy.....a lot. My friends think it's a bad fault but me, not so much. I enjoy being grumpy cause I can snap at someone and they would run away. Resulting in: total peace and quiet for me.

Humor. My pals think I have quite the sense of humor. I always have them laughing at something I've said. Even if it wasn't meant to be a joke. After this I like to cheer people up who are down. I never like to see a sad face, it makes me sad too. And sad isn't something I want to be. It's either happy or grumpy for me, no sadness aloud. Well, I guess I've got some fears. The thing I fear the most is any city. It's full of crime and crawling with nasty people. There are no wide open spaces like I love. Just buildings where ever I look. I also hate snakes that are hundred or so pounds bigger than me. If they're smaller than I fine with them.

*homesweethome!

mother: Lilly Carlyle • 41 • Lawyer
father: Jack Carlyle • 43 • Ranch Owner
siblings: None
pets: None
hometown: Folly Beach, South Caroling

*waybackwhen!

history:
BIRTHDAY
Blake Carlyle is a Southern cowgirl born and bred. She was born in a small hospital in Folly Beach, South Carolina. It's a small little town near Charleston. (But there was something different about her family. They're Australian. Just three months before Blake was born they moved to America.) Her parents are Lilly and Jack Carlyle. Proud owners of a beautiful and well kept Civil War Plantation. After Blake was born she grew up around lots of animals. This is where she found her first love: horses. Blake spent day and night with her favorite horse, Penny. The two were practically inseparable until Penny died of old age. From that day on Blake vowed to never love someone as much as she had Penny because they would soon die.

THE CAMPING TRIP
At the age fifteen her school took her on a camping trip in the mountains of Tennessee. The camping trip was great until she and her friends were attacked by a bear. Thankfully though no one was killed. But some were hurt. Including her. The bear had clawed her left shoulder, leaving a nice three inch claw mark scar in it's place. 500 stitches. Before they stitched the wound the friends said that they could see her shoulder bone. Blake didn't look because it hurt too much and seeing her shoulder bone would make it hurt worse.

THE ALLIGATOR
At the sweet age of sixteen Blake had earned the job, along with a couple of her guys friends to patrol the swamp area of her plantation. The plantation was a large and beautiful farm and it hosted many parties. They had U - Pick gardens, pumpkin patches, corn mazes, weddings and more. But there was this swamp are that had three or so alligators in it and they were prone to attack the guests. So Blake and her friends rode around the dirt track that moved through the property on horses all day and every day. Then one day they heard someone screaming. They hurried to the swamp to find a mother crying for her little three year old son who was trapped by an alligator. Blake dismounted and threw herself at the alligator to distract him. The little boy was reunited with his mother. But Blake was was about to be united with death. As the alligator dragged her to the water her friends shot at his with rifles until it laid dead. Then they quickly grabbed their friend before the other alligators came to take her away.

THE TRAPPED FRIEND
At the age of seventeen her school took a class field trip to the Dakotas to see Mount Rushmore. After viewing the interesting mountain the class when hiking for the rest of the day. Little did they know that one of Blake's friends were going to be trapped by a mountain lion. When this happened Blake sprung into action again. She leaped toward the mountain lion and grabbed him by the neck. She squeezed and held on for dear life as the animal thrashed about. Finally after what seemed forever he lay dead and she only received a small claw mark on her upper thigh of her left leg to remember it.

THE ARROGANT JELLYFISH
At the age of eighteen fresh out of high school her friends were enjoying an evening on the beach. They had partied all day long and it had Blake longing for some alone time. So she grabbed her surfboard and padded out a ways from the shore. There she sat and observed the beach around her and laughed at her crazy friends who played around on the shore line. Not long into the nice quietness she soon felt a sharp stinging on her legs. Then more stinging came faster and faster. She squealed and looked down. Right under he were two jellyfish who were just swimming by and while doing so they were shocking Blake. She groaned and leaned forward. It was really hard to lift her legs. She was so numb all over. But somehow she got them on the board and away from the jellyfish. Blake looked down and saw that the jellyfish were gone. She took this moment to try her best to paddle back to shore.

*talenttospare!

roleplay sample:
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. Sang the alarm clock on the night stand. The blonde woman in the bed next to it grumbled and hit it hard on the snooze button. She soon fell asleep. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. Sang the alarm clock after nine minutes. Alright already! She shouted and turned it off. 8:30 blinked the red numbers. she frowned and threw the covers off and put her feet into her fuzzy slippers. Blake Carlyle rummaged through her dressers until she pulled out a blue bikini, white short shorts. She was going to spend the day on the boardwalk. After gathering the needed clothes she took a cold shower to wake herself up. Blake shivered as the cold water sprayed down her back. But she could feel herself waking up, just what she wanted. She rinsed the shampoo out of her hair and the soap off her body before turning the water off.

Blake dried off and slipped her bikini on, then her shorts. she brushed her teeth and combed out her hair before blow drying it and putting it up in a pony tail. When she finished she looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. She smiled and flipped the light off. She slipped some flip flops on, grabbed her roller blades and car keys before heading out to her old mustang. It was yellow with black racing stripes. It was an older model. Around 1975, something like that. Blake slipped into the leather drivers seat and smiled as the engine rolled to life. She tossed her roller blades into the seat next to her and backed out of the driveway. She turned the radio on and was greeted by the beginning of Natasha Bedingfield's song "Unwritten". Blake smiled and sang along. It was her favorite song.

The song ended and so did the drive to the board walk. Blake took her flip flops off and slipped her roller blades on then strapped them up. She locked the car and stuffed her keys into the pockets of her shorts. Blake pulled out her mp3 player and strapped it to her arm before turning it on. She found 'Unwritten' and pressed play. She smiled and began skating around the boardwalk. She moved gracefully through the large crowds of people. Not even caring if they ogled at her scars. They could stare all they wanted, she didn't care. She moved to the end of the boardwalk and stopped. Blake leaned against the wooden railing and watched the waves move toward and then away from the shore over and over again. She smiled. She loved the beach. But soon her thoughts were interrupted when she felt someone tapping on her shoulder.

*thepuppetmaster!

name: Blake
age: --- Personal
years of roleplaying: Two years
password: accepted

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