Post by Maya Lisette Song on Apr 27, 2009 23:34:45 GMT -5
"I'm just Human!"
Name: Maya Lisette Song
Age: 21
Sex: Female
Location: La Push, Washington
"Don't look at me like that!"
Face Claim:
Q'Orianka Kilcher
Appearance:
Maya takes after her mother in features. Her mom was once the reservation beauty and Maya was lucky enough to inherit her smooth mocha skin and dark almond shaped eyes. Though her face is much longer and she has a stronger jaw with a prominent chin. Her lips are full and close to her nose. She has long umber colored hair with a gentle natural curl. She often either lets it air dry so it's textured and free or in a long chunky braid on the left side. She doesn't wear make-up besides chap-stick typically. Her best feature is her bright natural smile.
She stands at 5'7" with an athletic figure. Maya has a thing for natural fibers and avoids synthetics as much as humanly possible (expect when it comes to her wet suit of course). She has a very eclectic style, mixing folky pieces with her favorite pair of jeans and leather sandals or moccasins (might be cliche, but she loves the way they feel).
"What dose it matter to you?!"
Personality:
As an only child to a single working mother she had to become independent at a very young age. She is self motivated and driven. She has become an older sister figure for many of the younger children on the reservation and enjoys taking care of them in the afternoon. She is quite strong and gets her free spirit from her father. Her maternal instincts come from her mother of course. While she converses with most people quite easily she has a natural way with children and animals.
She is usually found with her dog Darcey who is half bloodhound and half great dane.
Likes:
-Surfing, ocean kyaking, water sports in general
-Hiking
-Dancing
-Reading and Ceramics
-Shopping at thirft stores
Dislikes:
-Talking about college
-Traveling or being away from home
-Being an only child
History:
Born on the reservation to a very young mother she spent her early years as a fairly normal child. Her father and mother were simply young and naive and not meant to be together. Her father divorced her mother and left for Alaska where as far as she know is still a crab fisherman on a crabbing boat. She hasn't seen him since and hasn't conversed with him. Her mother had to pick up a second job as a waitress to support herself and her daughter.
She had no other siblings as her mother never married again but had many friends on the reservation. She took a liking to her art classes and found herself to have a bit of talent. Her mother let her do just about anything she wanted and stay out as late as she wanted since she was never home to take care of her anyway. Even though her mother was absent for much of her childhood Maya loves her deeply
Maya went through the la Push reservation school system and went to college briefly in Portland on a scholarship to Pacific Northwestern College of Art but ended up coming home when her mother got sick. She ended up staying on the reservation and picking up a job taking care of the younger children after school while their parents work. She spends the days hiking in the forests and surfing.
"Say what you want I'm not changing!"
Role Play Example:
"See you Allen!" Maya shouted as a little dark haired boy ran out the door and hopped into a blue pick-up truck. She watched out the storm door as he waved out the window as they drove of. He was the last one to leave that day and the house was quiet now. She sighed and started to pick up scattered toys in the living room. A breeze rolled through the storm door. It was summer and it smelled like rain. She smiled as she picked up a doll that had once been hers. She walked to dining area and put it on the shelf next to her senior photo and high school graduation cap. Her mother had been so proud of her, she never graduated from high school, she was pregnant with Maya her senior year.
Her mother wouldn't be home for hours. She looked out the window. The waves would be outrageous this afternoon with the rain approaching from the north. She smiled and ran into her room. She pulled her wet suit out of the bottom of her closet and quickly changed into it before dashing out the door, leaving the house unlocked. She didn't mind surfing alone. She felt so connected to the ocean when it was just her and her board. She grabbed her white and green short board and threw it into the back of the black jeep she had purchased for herself on her 18th birthday. She put her key in the ignition and it rumbled to like, her cd player automatically resuming where it had left off the last time she had driven. A Decemberists song blasted out of the speakers as she drove down the road toward the beach.
