TYLER, Calico Eloise [done]

[Calico Eloise Tyler]

NAME: Calico Eloise Tyler
NICKNAME: Callie, Cat, Kitty, Kitten
GENDER: Female
AGE: Seventeen
ETHNICITY: Caucasian
RELIGION: Undecided.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight
STATUS: Single
OCCUPATION/GRADE: Highschool Junior
HAIR: Brunette
EYES: Blue
HEIGHT: 5'5
WEIGHT: 115lbs
DISTINGUISHED FEATURES: splotchy brown birthmark on her lower back & a short, thick scar on her left forearm.
PLAY BY: Willa Holland

LIKES:

• Trees
  
• Sparkles
  
• Big hats
  
• Roller Skating
  
• Daises
  
• Reading
  
• Singing in the shower
  
• Twirling umbrellas
  
• The color blue
  
• Playing Go Fish
  
• Fashion
  
• Photography
  
• Laughing
  
• Happy music
  
• The smell of gas stations
  
• Big 80s headphones
  
• Acting childish
  

DISLIKES:

• The dark
  
• Beds
  
• Being touched
  
• Talking about herself
  
• Wearing wet clothes
  
• Being tickled
  
• Having her picture taken
  
• Green gummy bears
  
• Pillow fights
  
• Hunting
  
• Meat
  

FEARS:

• Middle aged men
  
• Being trapped
  
• Marshmallows
  

SECRETS:

• Raped by her father for almost nine years.
  

HOBBIES:

• Photography
  

PERSONALITY:

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It's bad that I trash the survey if the question comes to this, isn't it? I usually avoid describing myself at all costs. There isn't much to say. I'm childish; make of that what you will. Some see this in a negative light. I, on the other hand, prefer to receive this part of myself as a gift. I hold on to the small things in life and find the most fond memories in my life being the earlier ones - around five years of age. I find delight in exploring a park, whether I've been there before or not. I carry my camera with me at all times and photograph most everything that I see.

Leaving the six-year-old side of myself aside, I have to say that I'm quite the activist. I'm not afraid to inform you, if you've done something that's against my beliefs. That is, as long as we have established a acquaintanceship. I love nature and would appreciate it if you'd keep it beautiful. I'm also a vegetarian for personal reasons. I don't smoke or consume alcohol. In fact, the very thought sickens me.

Now, let me correct you, as I'm sure that you've got me all wrong. I'm not outgoing unless I'm comfortable with my situation. I won't speak to or approach you first. I'm the type of girl that hides in her own world, not daring to take a peek until poked and prodded to leave.

This world of yours terrifies me.[/ul]

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FATHER: Russel Lewis
MOTHER: Pippa Tyler
SIBLINGS: None
PETS: Cat, Rafinky
HOMETOWN: New York City, NY
HISTORY:

[/i]. He would tell me, words that I would hear time and time again. It's good for you. He pinned my eleven year old hands over my head and ground his hips against my little kid frame; movements quick. When I questioned him with my scared voice, asking daddy?, he clamped his hand over my mouth and drove harder. The scar has yet to begin to heal.

My mother hadn't spoken to me much about sexual activity when I had hit puberty at an early age. She simply told me to keep my pants on and left her brilliant sex talk at that. I knew that what that bastard was doing was wrong. I felt disgusting. I wanted to ask someone about the situation, but my father had told me that my mother asked him to do it. He told me that my mother would be angry if I fought him. So I kept quiet.

When I was fourteen, I spoke to my mom about the situation. My father visited my room quite often and I was fed up. I felt disgusting and worthless. I was trash. My father's visits left me stained with purple and green splashed bruises. I didn't speak of the situation at hand when I spoke to my mother, but more in hypothetical terms. My mother never suspected anything abnormal about my questioning, but
that bastard punished me for my words that night when the darkness chased away the safety of the light.

I read in fairytale books about prince's looking at princesses in special ways. We had a poster in elementary school about an upcoming dance once. It was for Daddy's and their princesses. When I looked at my dad, I knew that I was never the princess who was treated like gold. I was never prized.

All I ever wanted was for someone to look at me the way that prince's do their princesses. I wanted to be beautiful in someone's eyes. I wanted to shine so bright, that every prince would have to wear sunglasses to catch a glimpse of my precious gold.

That I received was someone's idea of a sick joke. I cringe at the thought of men over thirty. Men like my father are out there, just waiting for a small fry to snag.

I moved to live with my grandparents last year. My surroundings chanced, but the nightmares must have jumped into my bag before I jumped on the plane to South Hampton.

I know that it sounds terrible, but I literally danced when I received the call that my father had been killed in jail. Part of me wished that I would have been there to watch, telling him to relax.[/ul]

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NAME: Ashley
GENDER: Female
AGE: Seventeen
OTHER CHARACTERS: Nonee.
EXPERIENCE: 2-3ish years

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