Makin' a guy here in a bit, I think.~
Name: Laine Slaven
Why she is on this Island or state if she was born here: Wasn’t born here; she
is here to visit her grandmother who lives far from the borders and out of news-reach.
Neither of them know about this battle that is about to brew up.
Personality: Laine is an upbeat, tomboyish type of girl. Though she likes her hair
long, she rarely takes “special care” of it, such as overdoing it with ribbons and all
those ‘senseless nonsense’. Scrawled as a mess in both appearance and mind, people
tend to find her hard to understand unless you’re as equally adventurous as she is, or
excited and energetic. She dissents being told to do things and will often feel challenged
if you tell her not to do something; that is, if it is particularly interesting in her
mind. If it lacks purpose anyways, she’ll scoff a “Screw it”.
She’s very physical with her punishments too. The way she’ll greet most people is with
a knuckle-punch or a punch on the upper arm. Finds fighting verbally uninteresting by most
standards. Doesn’t enjoy whiney babies and will refuse to stick around them by all mean
necessary. Acts like a boy and hangs around mainly males because they usually share
similar interests. Her signature move happens to be an uppercut. Short attention span,
short-tempered too, and obnoxious. Likes morbid thoughts.
Hair colour: Light Blue
Nationality: ¼ Croatian, ½ Scottish, and ¼ French
Pets: Often thought of her little brother as a pet, but has none otherwise.
Born in Scotland, she’d been raised there all of her life, suffering occasional trips
between her home, Britain, and the America. Laine was born to a family with a mother, a
father, and five brothers. Two years after her birth, she got a little brother. The
eldest brother of hers was 15 at that time.
Being around nearly all males and her mother being gone quite a lot, Laine quickly adapted
to the masculine ways her brothers would portray, causing her to become just as rough and
tough as they were. Rustling for the remote was never uncommon for them. At first, this
was good. Many girls in her elementary years were just as brash as she was, though Laine
had to learn to be a bit gentler with them so they wouldn’t cry or something like that.
Things changed by fifth grade. She lost most of her female friends because they were
growing into quite the young women. Because she was more guy-like, she decided to get guy
friends – this passed with flying colours! Although, her father was upset with this
Ever since then she’s been doing good with her life, carrying around a good amount of
friends – only a couple being female, and these were usually the ones appointed as
Yesterday, her mother shared forth with her news that she needed to go visit her
grandmother for the first time.
A strange island?
Even the better!
Family on the island: Her grandmother and her calico kitten, Chip, that’s all.