Payton Wilde

[Payton Wilde]

Username:yoyoma

Desired Character: Payton Wilde
Original or Cannon: Orriginal
Description of character:
Payton doesn't really care if you like her or not. She wont change for anyone. Her opinion is final, and if you state the fact that she's wrong you'll never hear the end of it. Payton is the kind of person that you don't want to constantly be around because she's so cliche. She contradicts herself with her bipolar-ness. She acts like she cares about how your feeling, but all she wants to do is try and make her own life seem better.

She isn't as harsh as most people think she is. Payton would be willing to help anyone out if they were crying or suffering in some way or another. The only thing is, if you have a problem with her she will tear you up, not physically, but emotionally. She doesn't care how hard you cry if she's the one that made you do it. Taylor has been called many names in her life time, and doesn't let them sink in anymore. Her mum verbally abused her, so she doesn't have a problem inflicting it upon other people.

All Payton really wants is some friends that will stay by her no matter how bitchy she is. She doesn't like people who are around for a day until they make other friends, and then leave and act like they never knew you. "Flip Flopper" is a term she uses constantly for all the friends who've left her life. Payton blurts the truth out at random points, not really caring who hears as long as she gets it off her chest.




RP Sample:

Workers in the kitchen, people out serving and the one girl in all black sitting at the counter reading a book and drinking root beer. She rubbed her eye and crossed her legs, looking up at the teenager standing in front of her.

"Are you gonna eat anything Taylor?" He asked brightly running his thin fingers through his platinum blond hair. Taylor shrugged, a grin crossing her face. "Ian, you really should stop hitting on me and do your job. There are people over there that actually want food." She chuckled.

Ian had known Taylor since elementary school. His family and her mother were friends and they were almost raised together. "I don't understand why you drive so far just to work in this dingy place..." Taylor muttered. Ian was from Seattle. He shrugged, "I get to see you every morning, and then again after work." He smirked as she rolled her eyes. "Go work." She chuckled.

Ian had been her only source of entertainment for the past thirty minutes. School books weren't a good form of entertainment when you stayed there an extra two hours every day for 'gifted' classes. She yawned and placed her hand on her cheek, resting against it as she finished her Social Studies reading.

Taylor knew the last place she wanted to go. Home. She would probably stay at the dinner until Ian got off work. He'd drive her home on his way out of Baily and they would be all set. She sighed and whistled at Ian to come back over. He held up his pointer finger to the people he was serving and ran over next to Taylor.

"Can you make me a burger Ian. You're the only one who knows how to make them right." She said, batting her eyelashes. "Pleaseeee?" Ian bit his lip. "Yeah... uh.. wait a second." He held up his finger and ran back to the people he was serving and then disappeared into the kitchen.

RP Experience: Haha Three Years. I play jake on here.. you should know by now

Custom Title: Spinning Record

Quote: "One day I'll win the game"

Why you should get this character: Cause I'm epic beasty. Duh. Just kidding. You guys know by now how I treat everything around this fizzle.

How'd You Find Us?: I play Jake..

Anything Else?: Nah.

[Donna Duluri]

ACCEPTED.

But please promise that you won't be gone for a few weeks then return and so on.