dear Lyla Meray,
count me in

hi, my name’s Lyla Meray, i’m a chick, and i’m kickin’ it
with 5yrs under my belt for roleplaying. watch out, i’m too cool for you,
so contact me at Just pm, unless you're an admin in which you have access to my email and check out my other vicious characters None others, yet.

full name!: Lyla Meray
nicknames!: Lil,
birthdate!: September 1st. 1990
age!: 18
sexuality!: heterosexual

eye color!: doe brown
hair color!: blonde
height!: 5'6''
weight!: 135lbs. I'm really bad with weight, I hope thats reasonable.
tattoos or peircings!: Just a single peircing on the 'lobes
distinguishing features!: Bright smile, killer body
overall!: Lyla is a beautiful girl. And has been told so all her life. Maybe thats why she is a sought after model by all the hip designers. Lyla has a great complexion, rarely ever has a blemish. She has perfect eyebrows, and is always complimented on them- and how lucky she is she does nothing to them. She always wears makeup. Not overly heavy, but you can be sure there's eyeshadow, mascara, eyeliner, blush, and ALWAYS lip gloss. She just doesn't like leaving the house with a naked face.

Lyla has an incredible body. From her D cup bust, to her long slender, toned body. But its not all effortless, while she eats what she wants- she works out regularly. Mostly running through central park. Lyla has somewhat smallish hands, but average size feet wearing a 7-8 shoe size. She has a thick mane of wild blonde waves, and depending on her mood she will wear natural, flat ironed, or occasionally curled.

likes!:
- Shopping
- Travel
- Guys
- Parties
- Ice cream
- Peach, Lemon, and Rasberry Snapple Iced tea.
- Coca Cola
- Starbucks
- Dogs
- The beach
- Sunsets
- Good Friends
- Panda Express Orange Chicken
- Exotic Food
- Sushi
- Her penthouse
dislikes!:
- Jealousy
- Poor areas of NYC
- Being lonely
- Getting wasted
- Illegal drugs
- Not being taken seriously
- Her parents
- Nasty Girls
- School
- bad smells
strengths!:
- Modeling
- Dancing
- Being social and making friends
- Complimenting others
- Charming people
weaknesses!:
- Sometimes shy
- Being lonely
- Getting depressed
- Sometimes being too easy to get in bed (she really trys not to be though)
- Not standing up for herself
goals!:
- To become a top fashion model
- To continue being a fashion icon on the streets of NYC
- To get married and have a family
- To have fun
- To donate a lot of money to charity
fears!:
- Fear of spiders
- Fear of being alone forever
- Fear of getting taken advantage of
- Fear of being disliked
- Fear of losing family members.
best memory!: Lyla's best memory was one when she was the young age of eight years old. It was her birthday, and her parents still had a great relationship. Her life was completely carefree and happy. Her parents took her on a vacation to Disney World. She had been there a few times before, and with her parents money could've gone anywhere she pleased, but she chose the Disney World in Florida. Her parents and her jetted out on their private plane and stayed at a resort right in the heart of the park. The morning of her birthday, they went to a fabulous gourmet breakfast restaurante and all ate tons of food and laughed a lot. The rest of the day was spent eating candy and ice cream, purchasing any souvenir she wanted, and going on the various rides and site attractions. Splash Mountain had been her favorite. Her parents had gotten completely drenched and she stayed dry as can be. She remembered laughing and making fun of them. That night, they ventured to Epcot and enjoyed gourmet Japanese food cooked right in front of them. Following that, they watched glorious fireworks. It was the best trip of her life.
worst memory!: Two or three years later, Lyla woke up early and went to wake her father. It was a rainy day, and she felt entirely drab. She thought maybe she'd wake him and have the chef start up some blueberry pancakes like she and her father always did on Sunday mornings. Padding down the hall in her comfy slippers she swung the door open and prepared to jump onto her father's bed. But someone else beat her to it. There, some 20 year old lay naked on her fathers bed alongside him. Scandalous clothing and loungerie had been scattered about the cavernous bedroom. Horrified, she squeeked, then ran back to her room and sobbed- refusing to talk to anyone.
personality!:

Lyla has been brought up in the highest areas of NYC. She's lived in a sprawling penthouse overlooking Madison and 5th Ave all her life. She knows the best food, clothes, and basically everything. She is not a snob at all when it comes to other people. But when it comes to superficial items, she knows the creme of the crop and prefers it.

Lyla is a considerably quiet girl. She's friendly, but certainly not loud. She tends to mind her own buisness and stay out of other peoples'. She doesn't want to draw outrageous attention to herself. When it comes to her female peers, she is careful not to gossip for it could be the end of her. She tries to stay nice to everyone because she doesn't want a bad reputation like a lot of her friends. But if a girl gets on her bad side, she won't fight- Its just everlasting silent treatment. She has a very hard time forgiving people and it will take a lot of strenuous groveling to get her to forgive you.

When it comes to guys, Lyla is very comfortable. Most of her friends are guys, she finds them much more easy going and mostly fun to be with. If she is at a party and sees a guy that appeals to her, she is rarely hesitant about him. She knows she's beautiful and has rarely been rejected so she tries to take risks. Lyla can't usually keep a steady relationship. She is flighty and mysterious, and always floating from guy to guy. Not in a slutty manner, but she knows she can have them all and grows bored of a boyfriend's adoration quite quickly.

Lyla is not very close to her parents anymore. And they bring out the worst in her. She will try to please them, but when they never spend time with her and continue to cheat on eachother she goes balistic. Between screaming at her parents and moping because of them. She hates the way they treat eachother and wishes to god that things could be the way they used to.

Lyla isn't the biggest 'go-getter' but when she wants something, she will typically do everything in her power to get it. When it comes to her modeling, she is very ambitious. It excites her and makes her ambitious and energetic. She wants to be a top model, and to excell at something. She is not the brightest bulb in the tanning bed and being a natural model helps her confidence.

family heritage!: English, Austrian, French
mother!: Selene, 51, High fashion magazine editor. Selene Meray is a hard working woman. She rarely spends time with her family because her magazine takes up nearly all her time. She is an ice queen, and incredibly arrogeant. Though, when the family situation was better- she was a much more warm and fuzzy person.
father!: Cedgewick, 57, Owns a chain of Ritzy 5 star hotel resorts, Cedgewick is a kind generous man. He is hard working though, and well a workaholic. He tries his best to please his daughter, but being naive feels that credit cards and unlimited access to cash will be enough of a father to her.
siblings!: None, she's an only child.
overall history!:

Lyla Meray has been brought up in one of the richest families. She has always had tons of money and access to the highest things in life. But that doesn't mean she's always been happy, she'd give every cent of her parent's fortune to live as a happy family in a hut in the woods. But thats not going to happen and she doesn't often dwell on it.

When Lyla was an infant, she lived in London. Her father had recently opened a new resort there and decided he liked the environment. Lyla barely remembers, for when she was no more than a year old they moved to NYC. As a child, Lyla went to all private schools. Spending her afternoons in tea parties eating Magnolia Bakery cupcakes and talking about travel.

Lyla managed effortlessly to be the queen of middle and high school. With her breath taking looks and mysterious charm, no one could ever get enough of her. She started drinking alcohol at parties in eighth grade and continued to do so throughout highschool. In those years, she got wasted once- and will never let it happen again.

Lyla was never a top student. She worked hard, but just wasn't quite the brain child both her parents are. It hurt her ego deeply, as she struggled to maintain average marks. But her parents never pressured her, just telling her that her best would be enough and she'd always be taken care of.

She didn't always like being told she'd be 'taken care of.' She never had to work for anything and sometimes just felt plainly empty about her life. But of course, those melancholy feelings were forgotten when she shopped to her heart's content on 5th Ave atleast once a week.

Lil never went to college. Maybe she will later but she always hated school, and with modeling there was no need for it. If she was able to get into an Ivy League or atleast decent school, she wouldn't have skipped it, but since there were no hopes of that she decided against it.

Lyla now spends her days floating between Dior, Chanel, Fendi, Gucci, Missoni, Valentino, Versace, and countless other photo shoots. She's not quite tall enough to be a runway model, but if the height was shorter she'd do amazing strutting the catwalk. However, she is perfectly satisfied with photo modeling. She's raking in millions of her own money and already has her parent's empire to live off of. She doesn't have siblings so everything is left to her.

That being said, Lyla has dozens of jealous relatives hovering around her and her parents begging to be left a small bit of the fortune. Its not likely though, Lyla's sealed the deal and doesn't really have any competition. Her family is all very jealous, namely her cousins. They suck up to her, but she is oblivious to them. They simply hate her for her lifestyle. Her family all has money, but none like Lyla's family. But Lyla has paid a price for it. And she seems to be the only one who understands that.

One of Lyla's best friends is Molly. Molly is a one and a half year old great Pyrenese dog. Lyla purchased her as a puppy and adores the big white dog. The dog has her own mini bedroom within Lyla's. It consists of a king size memory foam matress draped in pillows, blankets, toys, and surrounded by a canopy. Molly also has her own wardrobe. But mainly just of dog coats, collars etc. She doesn't mind being dressed at all. You can often find Lyla strutting down 5th ave with starbucks in one hand, and Molly's leash in the other.

Lyla spends two to three nights of the week, and sometimes more, partying at nightclubs. She'll find some showy little cocktail dress- and head to the night clubs to strut her stuff. Finding guys, dancing and drinking the night away. And often taking a piece of man candy home with her.

Finding guys has never been hard for Lyla. But she is unstable, and can't keep a steady relationship. Her phone fills up with adoring texts and pleading voicemails, but she is always moving onward. Its not that she doesn't like them all, but she is always looking for new and exciting flings, once the excitement is over and consistency starts to settle, and 'I love you' is being whispered to her, she flees.

Lyla's relationship with her mom is very strained. She used to beg and plead and do everything to get her mother to atleast come to lunch with her, now- she has learned to ignore her. Her mother is the one begging to go out to dinner or for midmorning tea. Lyla's parents really have to make an effort to spend time with her since her feelings have been so brutally hurt, she has tried to shut them out of her life. But never their money sources .

secret word: PB&J on white bread
roleplay example!:

"Vakee up Meez Merrraaayyyy!" Svetlana cheered as she swung Lyla's drapes wide open to let the Monday morning sun pour through her windows. Lyla sat up groggily, and scowled. Pulling the covers back over her and praying the overzealous house maid would leave her presence. Not So lucky.

"I zaaid, VAKE UPF!" she boomed.

Groaning, she sat up again.
"Okayyy. Can you please leave?" Lyla said coldly. She loved the house help, but at this moment she was not in the mood to be dragged out of her ultra comfy california king sized bed. She fingered the lace on the trim of her bed spread, and slowly let her arched feet land on the padded carpet as she slid out of Heaven. She padded to her bathroom and stood to look at herself in the three way mirror. Even the night couldn't hurt her beautiful figure caressed in a thin silk night dress. She slipped it off and let it fall to her feet. She turned on the water in her large shower, and ran her fingers through her blonde mane. Stepping into the shower, she inhaled the steam and sighed. Washing her body and hair. She stepped out of the shower in a cloud of fragrance. She let her hair dry naturally as she applied makeup. Wrapped in Italian towels she sashayed to her closet. More like a cavernous room of 1000 square feet. Finally settling on a Gucci mini pencil skirt, black Manolo pumps, and a sleeveless sweater. She plucked a string of Bvlgari pearls from her jewlery box and clasped it around her elegeant neck. Then she reaced for some tiny pearl studs and a Tiffany and Co. silver heart ring. Grabbing a Miu Miu hobo, she stuffed her cell and a lip gloss into her handbag and skipped out the door. Letting her sexy, messy blonde waves fall around her- since they had since her shower dried.

She inhaled the NYC city street smell and wrinkled her aristocratic nose. Today, she was headed to Prada's studio. To do a shoot on a line of ball gowns. With excitement she strutted down the sidewalk, and then perterbed by a whistle looked back to see some squat, greasy man arching and eyebrow at her. "Ugh!" Lyla muttered and turned back to the street in front of her. As she approaced the store, she was greeted by a little Italian man who ushered her into the store, and up the stairs to the studio.

The studio was bustling with excitement, and at her arrival she was swarmed by dozens of stylists and countless assistants offering her refreshments, asking to take her bag and asking her opinions about garments she was about to model.

Thats Just a mini version of my roleplay.