Senna Rylee

[Senna Rylee]

Fundamentals

Full name: Senna Rylee (she changed her name to exclude her last name, which was 'Hatshepsut')
Nickname: Sen, Rylee
Birthday: April 18th
Age: Sixteen
Gender Female

Appearance

General:
Senna has a very strong character, and she exudes this in her body language and within her eyes. Hazel with fragmented chips of color within, her eyes are often narrowed into what could only be called a thoughtful glare, directed at no one but the entire world. She is wary with her movements, though thoughtless with her words. Her body is fit and healthy, due to the fact that she likes to exercise to relieve stress, and that she very much enjoys fruits and vegetables because she finds junk good tastes disgusting.

Her pale, pale skin (despite her half-Egyptian blood) is accented with the dark clothing she is normally seen in. A long, black leather trench coat with silver buckles down the sides and in part of the back is a common-seen amount upon her. Dark wash blue jeans and flat black boots extends to the world that she likes durable clothing, and cares little for anything that could barely stand a chance through a war. Her red hair reaches down her back and almost to her waist as she lets it flow naturally. Sometimes, but only rarely, will she add blue or bright orange or red streaks to her hair (fake ones, of course) to add a little color. She has long, athletic legs due to her standing of almost 5'8".

When Senna does accessorize, she does so with silver jewellry, although she is usually seen only with the jewellry she keeps upon her at all times. A shiny silver chain with a tiny silver Anubis dangling from it, and seven ear piercings (three little silver hoops in the cartilage or her left ear, with a silver stud followed by the Eye of Horus in the lower part of both ears). She also wears a silver ring with a garnet on her left middle finger. Senna also happens to have some tattoos, one of the goddess Nut on her left upper arm, and one on her back of Anubis kneeling beside a wall of hieroglyphs that read, when translated, "You come forth at the voice of Anubis".

Favorite: Her hair, or her tattoos...one of those XD
Hate: Her height...even those she's tall, she wants to be even taller.
Heritage: Egyptian, English/Scottish
Ethnicity: Egyptian

Personality

General:
Senna is very much an introvert, she learned this self-defence mechanism from a very young age, being that she would normally be forced to keep herself company. She is the sort of person who can easily handle solitary confinement with barely a complaint. She finds little need for socialization, although she is perfectly willing to attempt it in order to get what she wants.

Towards others, Senna can be distant and cold and is often seemingly suspicious. She does not trust easily, and nor would she desire to have the ability to do so. This could be because, overall, Senna knows that she isn’t completely trustworthy, so why should she trust others? Her nature is very blunt, and she can be mistaken for rude even when she does put in the effort to be less callous, regardless of the futility of her attempt. She is also manipulative and spiteful, finding that she would rather tweak things to get her own way than put in the effort and take the time to get it that way. To Senna, people are usually just in her way and she would rather not be bothered. People are around her only to assist her, and worth only that. Perhaps she's just afraid of not being good enough, but Senna believes she did away with that bit ages ago. She was given every material item she wanted since she was just a little child, and perhaps that is what was to become Senna's ultimate undoing.

Senna has also learned to find arrogance an attractive quality in others, merely because she finds it a powerful mindset to possess. To her, arrogance sends the message that they have pride and dignity, and that they will not bend over to anyone else's will. Senna has menial respect for these people (that happens to be quite a bit, Senna's respect is not earned easily), although she would never allow one such as that into her little group of what she considers to be nothing more than lackeys. Arrogance is trouble, even if it is admirable. This reflects Senna’s warped perception of many things.

She also seems to have developed several personalities, with only two being completely evident if one looks hard enough. The most visible of her personalities is the darker one that most people are familiar with. Her spiteful ways and cold attitude are what greets most people the moment they enter into her life. When she is like this, Senna is unpredictable and often nasty, sometimes going into fits of rage when no one is around. She likes having people working under her, and relishes doling out punishment, and finding physical justice the most suitable. To her, one can earn back their innocence through physical pain. She taught herself that long ago, and certainly doesn't mind teaching this lesson to others. But this sadistic part of her is only seen among those closest to her, and even then only the ones who haven't bothered to try to earn her respect. When she is like this, she cannot be reasoned with, and doesn’t pay attention to consequences; something a calmer Senna might appreciate. When she is like this, Senna is a danger to herself and others, but only because of her brash impulses. But despite all of this, when properly motivated Senna can jump into leadership form, becoming dangerously calm.

The other visible personality is a sweet, loving, and ultimately frightened girl who has never learned the true value of spiritual intimacy. This could be because she is secretly worried that coming close to anyone would merely ruin her plans for her future and dispose of her success. This personality makes itself known when Senna is alone, calm, and contemplative. When she is like this, she is tentative and known for thinking deeply for hours on end without moving. The tone of her voice will change, becoming softer, reflecting her cautious attitude. She is likely to withdraw inside herself when she is like this, taking several minutes to reply to someone if they were to speak to her. But anything can set Senna off, making her unpredictable and fragile. One never knows with Senna, but ultimately she needs to learn to care about others and not just herself.

She is also fiercely competitive and cunning, due to her intelligence and arrogance regarding her intelligence she can never accept second best. She has watched people, studied psychology, and grown to have a deep understanding of human nature and what makes people tick. Combined with her already developed skill of manipulation, Senna is a force to be reckoned with when wronged. She isn’t known to be very forgiving, and if given the opportunity she would chase someone to the ends of the Earth just for the pure intention of spite.

Hobbies:
+ Working with computers
+ Reading
+ Writing
+ Besting others
+ Plotting
Dislikes:
- Cold feet at night
- Ignorance
- Being insulted
- Feeling stupid
- People without dignity
- Aspartame
- Candy
- Hot dogs
- Coffee
- Wet paint
- Square-shaped foods
Likes:
+ The Rain
+ Dark, quiet rooms to think
+ Late night parties
+ Leather coats
+ Herbal tea
+ Computers
+ Language books
+ Calm fire in a fireplace
+ Fuzzy blankets
+ Lollipops
+ Anyone to do her bidding
+ Replicas of Anubis
+ Egyptian Gods
+ Tattoos
+ Arrogance
+ Hiking

Origins/History

General:
Senna grew up in simple suburbia, born to a wealthy family with a workaholic father and a stay-at-home spendthrift mother. Neither parent bothered to spend much time with her when she was a little girl, and she basically grew in the care of nannies or distant relatives. She was never socialized with much as a child, so she was forced to learn the proper behaviours on her own, never getting along well with other children in school, but at the same time acting as a leader for them. In every way, she struggled to please, aiming for some higher sort of recognition. But teachers never thought well of her, thinking of her know-it-all attitude as Senna’s fault. But she had always been an intelligent child, she just never knew how to properly show it. These early experiences with people were negative, and obviously influenced Senna’s fragile, emotionally demanding, awkward personality.

Despite the lack of attention Senna received at home, she started to develop a certain affection for her father and strove to please him when trying to please others failed her. Of course, this natural affection got her no where in earning the approval of her busy father, but she refused to give up, never a quitter, and aimed to teach herself a few tricks aimed in his direction. Being that she knew he worked with computers and that was all he ever did, Senna placed the two together and decided to teach herself what she could. She even studied Latin very carefully in her spare time, thinking that another language might impress him. It failed, but nevertheless she established for herself a useful talent.

At fifteen, Senna left her home, tired of living with her family when she was taking care of herself just fine without them. She used the help of her uncle on her father's side, having established a rather odd relationship with him, with it being close yet also cold and distant. He has provided clients for her, where she may fix or build a computer for them, or perform some sort of illegal hack. This is where she recieves most of her income, finding traditional student work not her thing (computer work also pays much better). Her uncle also assisted her in finding an apartment, albeit not a glamorous one although she could easily afford better.

A few months after moving out, Senna's father contacted her and she reconciled with her parents, although they did not ask her to move back. Her father sends her checques every now and then to assist her, and she uses this money to save for trips to her family's old estate in Egypt or for computer parts, although normally for the latter because her father frequently sends her travel tickets when he goes on his business trips back to Egypt. Senna does well living on her own, although the mixture of work and school only adds to her stress.

Senna has since removed herself from her family, finding them useless, communicating with them only slightly and on rare occasions. She has also ceased seeking the approval of others, doing away with this childish concept. Her inward focus on herself has made her callous, demanding, and arrogant almost to the point of narcissism.

Parents:
Father: Madu Kahotep Hatshepsut (age 42, marine biologist)
Mother: Arian Kara Hatshepsut nee Wilkes (age 38, receptionist)
Siblings: N/A
Other:
Amen Isah Hatshepsut - uncle, age 45

Roleplaying

Sample:
Well this really sucked. Why did the park seem so far away? She could have sworn it was closer, she had, after all, come to the docks from that direction. Perhaps the illusion that it had seemed closer merely came from her disassociated wanderings. She sighed inwardly, her breathing becoming slightly harder, although she was in good shape so the brisker running wasn’t very difficult for her. She was keeping up fairly well, although the head start he had had was keeping Bakura a little further from her than she would have wished. She briefly considered sprinting to get closer, but decided against it.

Come to think of it, was he even aware of her following him? She had a feeling he had thought that she would have just dismissed him.

Yeah, right. He was far too interesting a subject to be left to his own. She would have followed regardless of whether he liked it or not.

Senna gradually slowed her pace as she saw the figure of the running Bakura once again. Good, she was indeed on the right course. She noticed he’d finally been eating that sandwich as she emerged into the main street shortly after he did. Gross…did he even know what was in that…thing? Thankfully, it appeared to be finished and she felt a sense of relief, and a sense of awed disgust for him. Pity. Hmm…if she encountered him or if they furthered their acquaintance to any form of friendship, although that seemed unlikely, she’d have to educate him on health. She’d be annoying, yes, but it was for his sake. God, she hoped she wouldn’t have to deal with him after this, though. The klutz.

Senna allowed her mind to wander slightly while also focusing on trailing the boy, considering what she’d do within the next few days. She had some computer work to complete, and she should set to going back to…school! Darn it! She realized all of a sudden that she’d missed the last two days…wow, how spacey had she been all this time?

Senna resisted the urge to tackle or punch something, and instead narrowed her eyes to a searing, irritated glare and unconsciously quickened her pace, fueled with her own confusion that had spawned her sudden burst of anger. Clearly, the fact that she herself had not eaten for almost twenty-four hours meant nothing to her. And, being that he was the only one around for her to blame it on, Bakura suddenly became the cause of most of her troubles. Yes, even though she knew it made completely no sense, it was all his fault. But how could she direct her negative emotions at him without looking too crazy? And make him feel guilty rather than confused?

She’d figure something out eventually.

It was only at that moment, considering what to do with the boy, that she realized how far they had progressed. They were nearing the gates to the park, and she could see him only slightly. She’d slowed herself, after all…must have become more distracted than she’d intended. She stopped upon reaching those gates, now wondering about that glowing item. In the process she took her pendant, staring at it for a brief moment, wondering what it would look like if it glowed.

Hmm…tacky.

She looked up again, realizing that the figure of Bakura had gone, and she wasn’t sure where he had disappeared to. She glanced around, slightly agitated, rather curious about why he had raced here in the first place. What was the rush? Why had that glow made him so obviously anxious?

She gave another of her famous irritated sighs, making her way through the park at the pace of a slightly faster than usual rushed walk, her long legs making her quickened strides seem even faster. She glanced around at the scattered amount of people around the park, noticing only two as she moved onward. She’d find him eventually, she had a knack for finding people she wanted to.

She noticed two boys in the process of her search, even though they’d been close to the gate they had somehow eluded her eyes. This wasn’t uncommon for her; people who were right in front of her had a tendency to be completely ignored by her until she looked again. One of the boys was taller, apparently older, while the one with the longer, darker hair seemed to be rather young. They seemed to be in conversation. She shrugged…whatever, they could be in conversation as deep as they darn well wanted. They were of no interest to her, she had other things to do…like find that stupid, elusive boy.

She turned around, wondering if perhaps he’d gone on a wrong path and was coming back her way, for whatever reason. She saw nothing but a rather empty-looking park, and a weird feeling began to grow in the pit of her stomach. Hmm…it was different than just the typical wariness she tended to get off and on. She swallowed, wondering if it was the lack of food in her system. Perhaps she was feeling hunger pains…but she didn’t hurt, she just felt…weird.

She turned around again, looking back toward the two boys, considering asking them if they’d seen someone with Bakura’s description. No way was he getting away from her, especially now that she was really feeling like that was what he’d wanted to do.

Evidently, though, they hadn’t. Because there was he was, making his way toward them. Oh, goodie. Bakura must have known them, then. Well wasn’t he Mr. Social?

She began to make her way toward the two boys and Bakura, not pleased with the current situation. d**n him, d**n him, d**n him!

[Yuliya Dukhkin']

Accepted