Post by Baylyn Fort on Jan 29, 2011 1:00:02 GMT 2
Baylyn Hayliee Fort
Full name: Baylyn Hayliee Fort
Nicknames: Bay, Lyn
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Nationality: Australian
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
Height: 5”6
Weight: 100lbs
Build: Willow, lanky
General likes: Reading, The Outdoors, Quiet, Horses, Animals, Music, Guitar.
General dislikes: Adults, Law and Enforcement, Crowded places, School, Ignorance, liars.
Personality: Bay has always been a shy person. From a young age she has had trouble making friends, but when she does make them they tend to stick. She has trust issues; dating back to being a child and never really having any true friends. Being told one thing from mummy and another from her dad was something that added to them, Bay started to trust animals more than humans. Some say that her lack of conversation is due to an attitude problem, and it is definitely true, Bay doesn’t talk to people that aren’t worth her time. In the nicest way possible, she is kind underneath and that’s what matters… right?
Although she appears the silent and stoic type, Bay is much like the saying ‘still rivers run deep’ meaning; a lot more is going under the surface then what appears to be on top. Bay doesn’t really believe that you need to speak all the time for your point to get across; she talks more with her eyes and body language more than anything else. She keeps her feelings inside, not knowing anyone around her makes her retreat into herself. Being around Baylyn is like treading on broken glass, saying the wrong thing can just make her more distant then she was before; like a wounded puppy you have to gain her trust before any of her real emotions come to play. Another reason for Bay’s ‘attitude problem’ is that she challenges authority; she doesn’t like to be pushed around and will not tolerate it.
Baylyn bottles up her emotions, but sometimes it becomes too much. She has a release system; she plays music or blowing off steam by herself. She is a very angry person, hurting from betrayal of her mother, the broken relationship from not seeing father and the fear of it happening to her again. Although she isn’t always outwardly hostile, she pushes people away intentionally. She doesn’t want relationships; she has let too many people into her life that have let her down. Baylyn is very stubborn and will not budge on a decision that she has made, she can never just ‘let something go’ and does not believe in trusting someone in second chances; if they have broken her trust once she cannot be the same with them again.
History:
Baylyn grew up on a Cattle Ranch on the outskirts of NSW, when her parents were still together that is. Her father was a full time rancher and the head of theirs, since he had a business to run he was never really home. But when he was, Baylyn was always Daddy’s little girl. Growing up in the middle of nowhere never really helps ones social status, Bay never had friends her own age, and as far as she was concerned she wasn’t missing out on anything. She got on very well with the other workers on the ranch and was homeschooled, so most of her day was spent out on the horses, helping out with the running of the ranch and doing her work at night when her mother had the time to teach her.
When Bay became older she started taking interest in rodeos, taking a special interest in barrel racing. Baylyn became first in her state at 10 years of age, her whole family took parts in these rodeos, her father often bringing cattle to the show to auction and show while her mother sold vegetables. Bay loved these rodeos not because of the competition; but because it was the only real time that she spent with her family. Two years after she started competing her family pulled together enough money to buy her a 7 year old quarter horse gelding for her to be able to train and compete with; he was flighty and spirited; but fast. Bay fell in love with him instantly; he threw her off frequently at the start. Bay promised they were just getting to know each other, refusing anyone who wanted to give him back.
After a few months with him competing, Bay was riding him out to the back paddock to check the fences. Letting him move into a slow canter as she rode along the fence line, she finished up at the last pole, turning him towards home when a bird cut in front of the horse causing him to balk. Automatically Bay reached to fix her footing but before she could do it he broke into a pigroot; Bay only had one foot in the stirrup before he took off towards home, dragging Bay behind him.
Bay ended up in hospital for several months; and then went into rehabilitation, afterwards all she could remember were her parents fighting. Her mother divorced her father when she was 13, they moved to Sydney trying to put their old life behind them. Bay tried to push that part of her life away from her, she felt suffocated by the memory of her father back on the ranch by himself; but tormented with the idea of going back. No matter how hard she tried; her subconscious and her mother would not budge.
Making a move like she did was hard, and when they first arrived in the city Bay was still in crutches so she took up guitar to pass time. She and her mother never were close after that; she was reduced to silence as she spent more time in her room. Although her mother no longer could home school her she got lessons from the internet. Which was another new wonder for her that she never thought to get into, she spent most of her time sitting on her windowsill reading, or trying to get the courage up to ring her father.
Baylyn’s mother often asked her to run errands for her, her mother worked so many late night and early morning shifts to try and keep them afloat. Often she went to the same supermarket, where she met a girl her age named May who had blue stripes through her hair started to talk to her. She was loud and outrageous, and didn’t mind that she supplied most of the conversation. Although Baylyn didn’t show it at first she was becoming quite attached to her, she was the only person in her one year of living here that had bothered to make a conversation with her; apart from her mother’s friends. Which did not count.
The two started to hang out together, May’s kind of fun was different to other peoples, she liked to break things and then set them on fire. Although Bay never participated in such things she was always caught with her in the act. Of course her mother didn’t believe her when she said she didn’t do it. One night Baylyn and May went out with a group of friends to a Church. One of May’s friends broke a window and the group climbed inside; where May picked up a goblet that was on the altar and pronounced “Let the fun begin!” her voice echoed around the arched ceilings as the group cheered her on. Whatever the kids could find they pried off, Bay watched from the shadows as they destroyed the church; although she had never stepped foot in a church before this and though she wasn’t religious; this felt wrong.
Before she could register anything a shrieking alarm went off; signaling trouble, the kids started to scatter. Baylyn saw May gesture for her as she climbed out a window; as she made a break from the shadows; a deathly spotlight fell on her. And just like that it was all over. In the end, Baylyn did not get all of the blame. The court and charges they put her through were almost as bad; they did end up catching some of the kids that were there. The kids they did catch didn’t even know she was there. The court tried to get the other names but Baylyn refused to speak to them, that’s probably another reason why she has attitude problem written on her report. She was offered two options; to tell the names of the others involved, or be sent to TTI program until they saw that she was fit to leave.
The option was pretty clear to the judge when she didn’t have anything to say. Even though she hadn’t set foot on a ranch or gone near a horse since the accident; she guessed this was the judges’ idea of humour.
Roleplay sample:Awa cried out as a kick hit her ribs, pulling her legs closer to her chest she shut her eyes wishing the pain away. Her swollen eye was throbbing along with the rest of her body as another flare of pain hit her back, she was so scared, her arms shaking as she tried to curl into a ball trying in a vain attempt to protect herself. Awa wanted to hug her chest but the restrictions on her hands and legs could only let her move so far. She was scared; the cold floor against her face was something she had been laying on for a day and a half. With her face against the dirt Awa heard them murmuring amongst themselves. She had been in this room for so long, Awa had started yearning for the dirty interior of the cell she had been put last night.
Feeling someone pick her up around the waist they started moving, her ribs screamed with pain as he held her tightly to his chest, copying her chest she screeched. And when I say screeched the long tunnel echoed; seemed to get a lot longer as the sound bounced around the walls. When she started screaming he headed into a cadge on the left, dumping her in the corner and heading out. She could see anyone else in the cages around her; she had be taught that just because she couldn’t see them didn’t mean that they weren’t there. They had eyes in the darkness, like a species of wild cat. They watched from the darkness until they saw the opportune moment to attack.
Wiggling her feet out of the loose bounds that were around her ankles she couldn’t bother with her hands, the red burns formed circles around her wrists from the ropes. Her eyes burned as tears ran down her dirt covered face; she didn’t resemble the superstar anymore. She felt ruined; her hair mattered around her, the bags under her eyes, bruises covering her body, a black eye starting to form. She was glad there wasn’t anything reflective in this place. Seeing a washed up superstar was nothing she wanted right now.
Awa was too scared to sleep for too long, with her burning cheek slumped against the cool bars she drifted in and out of a nightmare filled dream world. Awa woke up crying to herself quietly, her ribs were aching as she leaned heavily on the bars, her breathing laboured as her ribs protested with every breath. She didn’t know why they kicked her, didn’t like it either. Curling her legs up she ignored the pain in her chest as she hugged them too her with her bonded hands. She felt safer curled into a ball, no one could see her face, and darkness was comforting when she couldn’t hear anything.
There was no light to signify what time of day it was, Awa felt the tug of sleep on her eyes, but every time she closed her eyes so many frightening images flashed there that she reopened them immediately. She wished exhaustion would take her away; it would leave her in darkness. Darkness, be my friend. She thought, it was a name of a book in a series, and although it had no significance to the matter she didn’t understand why she thought of it at this time. Maybe sleep exhaustion, but the books were based from the region she was from, Australia, New Zealand. Shocks of pain rushed through her, although these weren’t from her physical injuries.
The thought of home was scary, her father. He must be in a state of panic, she promised to only be an hour at most, now she had been gone for what had felt like forever. Without subconsciously realizing it she had started rocking slightly, her face was hidden in her knees. She was curled in the back corner of her cadge, thinking that further away from the door she was the safer she could be. No one could see her here. She was safe; they would leave her alone here, yeah definitely sleep depression.
Other characters: None
Where did you find us: Waking the fallen..(?)
