Ilyana Vaughn

[ilyana erika vaughn]

ILYANA ERIKA VAUGHN

What's wrong now? Too many, too many problems.
Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs.
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.

| B A S I C S |
Name Ilyana Erika Vaughn
Nicknames Ily
PB Shay Mitchell
Age Twenty
Sex Female
Year Freshman
Major/Concentration Dance- Performance
Minor -
Occupation -
Location Santa Monica, CA/ Perth, Australia

| P E R S O N A L I T Y |

Ilyana has been through a lot in her life and has always bounced back. She's the type of girl that can handle high stress situations fairly well by putting on a calm facade and simply trucking on. Typically, she tends to internalize any stress that she's got going on, letting it build up until it becomes too much. She hates when people act all concerned and she'd prefer to just deal with all of her issues on her own, since it's none of their damn business anyways. She's a pretty tough girl and doesn't take crap from anyone, which sometimes leads to her being labeled a bit of a bitch. She prefers to think of herself as simply opinionated and not willing to back down when she's right about something, however.

Despite the fact that perhaps she can be a bit difficult at times and unwilling to let people in, she does love people. Perhaps not to the point where she wants to be close to them all, but she certainly loves to be involved. She's at her best when surrounded by a crowd of people, since she finds that she quite enjoys being the center of attention. Ilyana loves to be physically close to people, though not so much emotionally close to people. She's always happy to meet new people and generally doesn't hesitate to be the one to break the ice when in a situation where she's coming into contact with new people.

It doesn't take much for someone to bring out Ily's flirtatious side. She is naturally charming and has no trouble with taking it a step farther. She's not slutty necessarily, but she gets around sometimes. She finds it hard not to flirt with people she's around and occasionally it can cause some troubles, but that hasn't ever stopped her before and she certainly doesn't intend to let that stop her now. As far as Ily is concerned, the whole point of going away to college is meet new people and hook up with whoever she damn well pleases. Though, of course she doesn't say that in so many words. She likes to think that she's far more subtle about it. She isn't.

Ily is always out there trying new things. She has very few fears and goes full out with anything that she does. Most of the time, her recklessness leads her into trouble, but she never stops. She's very open to trying everything once and is generally oblivious to the typical 'danger signs' that most people would pick up on. She's attracted to the danger that the more intelligent and observant people would shy away from. Danger is fun in her world and the more crazy and ridiculous something sounds, the more likely she is to go right ahead and do it. Some might label her decisions as stupid, but she prefers to see it as just having a good time and living life with the one chance you have at it. She lives her life with no regrets and does whatever suits her whims at the time.

Ilyana has also been known to be a bit unstable at times. Some might consider her merely unpredictable, but she can snap at a moments notice. She's easily irritated by the smallest of things and occasionally she'll go off on people for seemingly no reason. She takes offense at the slightest of things and can be unforgiving when it comes to others. While she can be easy to get along with when she's in a good mood and can easily become your best friend, she's the type that likes to change things up on a whim and might drop people for the smallest of reasons. She's not the type to settle into one set things and sometimes it's hard to keep up with her. Because of this, she tends to have very superficial relationships, since it's difficult to know where you stand with her for real.

Along with her unpredictability, Ily tends to be a fighter. Although she likes to be around people, if someone pisses her off she'll be the type to get aggressive. Whether it be a physical or verbal fight, she's always at the ready. She likes to say that she's not too fond of getting into arguments, but when she does she won't back down. She thinks of herself as quite the badass and definitely doesn't mind getting into it if the situation calls for it. Of course, her judgment on when is a good time to fight and when isn't probably are a bit laxer than most. She certainly wouldn't agree to that though and tends to think that all of her decisions are quite warranted.

For the few people that actually get through to Ilyana, she can be quite the devoted friend. It takes someone that she can genuinely connect with to get past her wishy-washy sort of friendships, but when they do she becomes rather attached to them. She would do absolutely anything for those people that she sincerely considered to be close friends of hers, but she still attempts to put on the airs that she's very nonchalant about the whole thing. However, if you've gotten through to her than it's safe to assume that she'll be there no matter what the case.

Strengths:
Outgoing: Ilyana is the type of person that will start up a conversation with anyone and everyone without hesitation. She absolutely adores being out around people and has no trouble getting to know people.

Adventurous: There's nothing that Ilyana won't try at least once. She's very adventurous and never opposed to going out and trying new things.

Self-reliant: Ily is the type of girl that can take care of herself and she knows it. She's used to relying on just herself and that has made it so that she doesn't depend on other people for anything. She's capable of doing things on her own just fine.


Weaknesses:

Unstable: Ily can be a bit of a nutcase at times and it's hard to tell what she's thinking. She's the type of person you have to be careful around, since sometimes it's just the little things that set her off.

Violent: There are times when Ilyana gets angry to the point of violence and fighting is something that comes common to her. She can't really help it sometimes when she gets to be particularly irritated.

Reckless: Ilyana has a problem with trouble and she gets into far too much of it for her own good. She does whatever she wants without thinking through the consequences and her reckless abandon leads to some sticky situations at times.


| H I S T O R Y |
Ilyana was, for lack of a better term, a complete and utter mistake. Her mother, Lorelai, was a lot like she is today; a reckless, alcoholic, slut from a rather well-off family. Lorelai had just turned twenty-one and was on a celebratory vacation with her two closest friends to Australia. As was to be expected, the trip involved clubs, binge drinking and, of course, rather attractive Australian males. For the most part, the trip was all a blur to the three women, save for one particular incident for Lorelai- Jared. He was, more or less, just like all the other guys that she had met, but for some reason, she found herself wildly attracted to him. He, personally, couldn't have cared less about who she was or why she was there that night, but he sure as hell wasn't about to say no to hooking up with a "hot foreign girl," so that was exactly what he did. For both of them, it didn't go past that night and by the time Lorelai had left Australia, she could hardly remember his name at all. Though he had been something special at the time, it was nothing but another notch in her bedpost by the time the trip had come to an end.

However, a few weeks later when Lorelai found out she was pregnant, his name in particular came flooding back into her memory. Since her parents were both very strict about how she presented herself, if anything just because it reflected themselves and the company that they owned, Lorelai was more or less terrified with the thought that she might have to tell them. It wasn't like she had a boyfriend that she could pin the pregnancy on, nor anyone at all that might have been willing to take the fall. Really, the only option that she had was to find this Jared from Australia and somehow convince him to come back to the United States with her. All she had from that trip that could connect her back with the man was a phone number, drunkenly scribbled down on a napkin and even so, she had no idea if it was his. Hell, for all she knew it could have been any damn Australian that had come through the clubs. Either way, she knew that she had to try.

Dialing up the number, she was fully aware that it was a bit of a long shot that she ever find who she assumed was the father of her child. As luck would have it, the number belonged not to Jared, but to another man that Lorelai had no recollection of ever meeting. He was, however, at least a nice man and agreed to pass along the message if he ever ran into this Jared. Resigned to the fact that she now had no other options, Lorelai went to her parents. As she had expected, they were furious with her. Yet, even in their disappointment, they were agreed to help raise the child. Even if it wasn't necessarily the way that they wanted a grandchild to come about, it was still going to be a part of the family and they would support the two in whatever they would need.

It was in this environment of chaos that Ilyana was born. Considering the relative wealth of her grandparents, there was little that Ily ever wanted growing up. Her world was more or less perfect, if a bit different than most kids. Her father was never spoken about and all questions regarding him were pushed to the side, ignored by both her grandparents and her mother. She had questions about him, sure, but she was content enough with her life that it didn't really ever bother her that her family wasn't like others. If anything, her grandparents had made it seem as if it was perfectly normal not to have a father figure around. So, despite a few differences, her younger years were mostly just normal, with nothing particularly special to mention.

Growing up in California led to Ilyana being rather taken with the hustle and bustle of life. There was always something going on around the area that her friends could convince her to attend and she absolutely adored it. In particular, she was fascinated with the whole industry of entertainment and the stage. While she couldn't sing, Ily did have a knack for dancing. Ily was always an active child, participating in dance, soccer and surfing either with the school or simply as another activity after school. Sports came to consume her life, primarily dance. It was something that she was good at and something that she enjoyed, not to mention it kept her away from the house. At that point in her life, anything that kept her away from the house was a good thing and that was a major catalyst to her love and passion for dancing.

The situation in her home life grew ever more tense over the years. Her grandparents wanted her raised a certain way and her mother was becoming increasingly more rebellious against their wishes. However, with no place to go, it wasn't like her mother could push them too hard and generally, Ilyana was put into whatever mold her grandparents wished. It was because of them that she took up ballet classes, which they thought would balance out the "impracticality" of taking hip-hop courses. They wanted a little princess, but that just wasn't Ilyana. She was more of a tomboy than a princess and grew to be interested more so in the "hardcore" and "ruffian" things that her grandparents were so much against. The worst times were when Ilyana brought any questions up about her father. Her grandparents preferred to pretend as if she were some sort of immaculate conception, since there was no way they were going to admit to the true story.

However, as Ilyana was preparing to graduate from high school and begin her next journey to college, her mother told her everything. For Ilyana, the knowledge was as if she were learning about an entirely new side of herself that she had never met before and she was eager to know more. At that point in her life, Ily didn't care about going on to college or making any career plans. Her grandparents had bred her in the lap of luxury and, admittedly, she was a spoiled brat. She didn't think she needed to work or do anything at all with her life. So, with her mothers blessing, she postponed and college plans to go on a quest to find her father. A completely ridiculous quest, no doubt, but that didn't stop Ilyana. She had a mission in mind and she'd be damned if anyone tried to stop her.

Claiming that she was going on a missions trip to help poor, underfed children, Ilyana left her grandparents house with a wad of cash to catch the first flight to Australia. To be honest, Ily wasn't really expecting to find much. All she had was a first name, a picture that was going on twenty years old and the name of a bar. Not exactly much to go by, but Ilyana felt it was a journey that she had to make regardless. Even if it didn't yield anything worth her time, she at least would know that she had tried and that, certainly, was more than enough for her. However, Ilyana got lucky. When she touched down in Australia, the first thing that she did was locate the bar in question that her mother had met this man Jared at. It was a longshot that they would know who he was, but it was the best option she had.

Entering into the bar, Ilyana flagged down the first worker she could find and handed them the picture and gave a brief account of what she was doing looking for the guy. She knew she probably sounded like a nutcase, but she couldn't have cared less. The worker gave her a rather weird look, but nevertheless gave her exactly what she was looking for- Jared. Though he had previously been a simple bartender there, Jared was now the owner of the bar and everyone there knew the guy. It wasn't difficult at all for Ilyana to head back into his office and sit down with him. Her story probably sounded like a load of bullshit and she knew it, but that wasn't something that she had thought through. The possibility that he might not believe her didn't occur to her in the least. She did look like him, after all.

Jared wasn't too keen on the possibility that he might have a child. Well, a rather grown up child, but he couldn't deny that her story checked out. He remembered that night well and, to his displeasure, he most definitely remembered Lorelai. He didn't exactly what to claim the girl as his own kin, but the fact that she had gone through all the trouble to find him was rather admirable. Despite his hesitations, he agreed to let her stay at his place for a few days and to get to know her a bit better. If she really was his daughter, he didn't want to completely turn her away. Jared hadn't settled down or started any other family, so this might be it for him. He was in his forties and if there was a family out there for him, well, maybe it wouldn't be so terrible to get to know them better.

Over the next few days, Ilyana came to find that she was practically identical to her father. Their personalities were alike, they shared common interests, all the sort of things that she was hoping to find. Everything that her mother was, she was not, and she was damn glad about that. She quickly grew to love the man and the country and everything about her new adventure and by the time she was supposed to go home, she didn't want to. The last thing that she wanted to do was go back to her grandparents, so she rang them up to tell them the news. As per her expectations, they weren't exactly pleased. There were the typical threats to come there and get her, or to cut her off from the family fortune, but Ilyana didn't actually believe that they'd do such a thing. She was wrong.

Before she had even hung up the phone, just about, they had effectively cut her off from any assets and written her out of their lives. Ilyana was bothered by it, sure, but at the time she was more angry than anything and was more than happy to just let it go. Besides, she was happy in Australia and she wasn't complaining about having to live there for awhile. Jared hadn't exactly anticipated such a long stay or any of the drama, but he couldn't very well leave her out to the streets. So, he gave her an ultimatum. She could stay, as long as she got herself a job, but by the time she was twenty she would have to be back in the United States for college. He hadn't done much with his life and he certainly didn't want the same thing to happen to his daughter, so he made it clear that he was going to push her to succeed.

Ilyana picked up a summer job at a local surf shack, all the while looking about on the internet to see where, exactly, she could go for college. Obviously, finances would be a bit of an issue now, so it wasn't like she had her pick of any college she chose. Whatever the case, she'd have to get in on her own merit and hope for a scholarship of some sort. The one thing she knew for sure was that she wanted a school as far away as possible from California, simply because she wanted to spite the family she had left there. With that in mind, as well as the fact that she knew for certain that she wanted to be at an arts school, Ilyana started on her search. Quite a few schools came up, but one in particular seemed to catch her attention- Meringue Mountain University. It wasn't particularly well known, but it was a good school and that was exactly what she needed.

Her father was quite pleased with the choice and offered to fly over with her to help with any of the paperwork that might be necessary and see what they could do about the auditions. Packing up her things, Ilyana flew out to Rhode Island for her audition, more than a bit excited to be back in the real world again. She'd been out of school for about a year, so she was a tad behind, but she hadn't let up on her practice with her dancing. Her audition went well enough to merit entrance into the school, as well as a partial scholarship to help things out. The rest, Ilyana intended to cover with a job on the side and whatever help her father could give. Now entering into her first year at the college, Ilyana is more than excited to see where things go.

| A P P E A R A N C E |

Ilyana has always been considered more of an exotic beauty. Her mother is of Filipino decent and her father of Australian decent, giving her quite the strange mixture. Her heritage makes her naturally rather dark skinned, which is only made more noticeable by the fact that she tends to spend the majority of her time out in the sun. She has a very tanned skin and with very few freckles scattered about her. Generally, her complexion is deemed rather nice, but that isn't to say she doesn't work particularly hard to make sure that's the case. Knowing that she'll be on stage dancing in front of large crowds of people, Ilyana makes sure that she keeps her appearance as in order as she was capable. Obviously, it just wouldn't do to look anything less than her best.

In most other aspects, Ilyana is about as average as you can get. She stands at about 5'5, a fairly average height for a girl her age and weighs in at about 117 pounds. Her weight mostly is from the muscle mass that she's built up from her years of dance training and other sports. Her hair is a chocolate brown, though it often looks much darker. Generally, Ilyana, either keeps it tied up in a ponytail or leaves it with a bit of a wave in it. There's the odd occasion that she might straighten it, but typically that's only for special occasions. Her eyes are brown as well, leaving nothing in particular that's outstandingly special about them.

Over the years, Ilyana has gotten two tattoos, which generally aren't noticeable when she's wearing clothes. One, a line of stars, wraps around her ankle and generally is only visible when she's barefoot or wearing sandals. The other, a dragonfly, is on the small of her back. It's a tramp stamp, though you certainly won't ever hear her calling it that. Generally, her style when it comes to clothing is quite laid back. She's not the type to fuss over designer clothes or anything and typically will just wear whatever is comfortable. Her wardrobe mostly consists of t-shirts and shorts for her dance practices and then hoodies, jeans and other such comfortable clothes for the colder weather. Otherwise, she can be found wearing sweatpants and just bumming it to classes, since she doesn't particularly care.


| S K I L L S |

There were times that Erinn closed herself off to the world and became a right terrible bitch and this was one of them. Not only did she have her own drama to deal with with Nika, Frankie had gone and gotten knocked up. If it had been anyone else in the world, it probably wouldn't have mattered, but because it was Frankie it was a completely different story. Though she didn't often say it, if ever, she looked up to her older sister. They'd always been close, but Erinn had come to really respect Frankie and though she didn't take her advice as often as she probably should have, she appreciated it. So, to see her get into something like this was hard for Erinn. Frankie was supposed to be that person she could rely on to be a good example and not to screw up as much as she did, but now she couldn't. Frankie was pretty much screwing up worse than Erinn ever had and there really wasn't anyone else she could look to for advice or anything to that effect.

Considering the fact that Erinn was currently fighting with just about everyone that existed, she wasn't too keen on sticking around her dormitory and had been avoiding the whole place for about a week. Instead, she had been opting to stay in some weird abandoned room down in the dungeons. It was far enough away from the towers that there was little chance of any of her mates coming and stumbling upon her and close enough to the dungeons that it was unlikely that anyone would think to look for her there. At least, that was the general plan that she was going for. She was in a mood and when Erinn was in a mood, it was generally a good thing for her to just avoid being around people. Were she to be around people, it wouldn't go over very well and there was a good chance that someone would get hurt.

Curling up on the makeshift bed that Erinn had haphazardly constructed, she was sitting with her back up against the wall and her legs out in front of her. As she tended to do when she was upset for whatever reason, Erinn had her guitar out and was lazily strumming at it as she lost herself in thought. She'd been in that position for the majority of the afternoon and had absolutely no intention of leaving from that spot for a damn long time. It was easiest to deal with all the conflict by staying away from it for awhile and eventually, when things settled down, Erinn could go out and do some damage control. She knew she'd kind of screwed up with a lot of people in the last few days and eventually she would have to go fix all of those relationships, but it could wait. For now, she felt it best that she simply let herself stay out of the way and allow things to simmer down a bit before she got involved again.

For whatever reason, trouble and drama seemed to follow Erinn. It had always been like that, but it seemed that lately it was just a lot worse than usual and Erinn hated it. Sure, she liked attention a lot of the time, but not so much all the negative attention. All the judging from people that she didn't even know and then the not so pleasant conversations she'd had with Frankie just didn't sit well with her. At the very least, sitting there cooped up in her own little sanctuary was nice. No one came around to disturb her and she was able to just strum at her guitar. She'd kind of been writing a few songs in her time there, but nothing had really come to fruition as of yet. It was rare that she came up with anything good when she was in such a bad mood and mostly it just ended up being a jumbled mess of angrily playing melodies and making up lyrics to suit the mood. Her most recent song was a tribute to the many ways that could be used to throw someone off the ledge of a tower. Definitely a winner.

Sighing irritably as she grew irate with her inability to produce any decent music, Erinn turned over to the small bag that she had brought with her. It contained the few things that she deemed essential for a stay there in her small room, one of which was her music player. Flipping it open and turning it on, she let the music play for a moment before picking her guitar up to play along with whichever songs started to play. It was her way of chilling out and just letting go of the stress that she had all bottled up inside of her. Most people didn't know it, but Erinn was actually really into music. In fact, that was more or less what she wanted to do with her life.Music was something she connected to and it was something more for herself and not for everyone else. That was why she generally reserved playing and singing for the times she was alone- like now.

Turning the music player down, Erinn took to playing along with the song that she had on, drowning out the sound of the sound of the music with her own voice. She wasn't bothered by the fact that she was singing out loud, since it wasn't like anyone was going to be down there in the far part of the dungeons anyways. It was a safe spot, a place where she could just be who she wanted and do what she wanted and not worry shit about who was around. Closing her eyes, Erinn simply let her fingers move across the guitar, bringing a melody of sounds to the small room that mixed with her voice to create a cohesive song. Not her own song, but the haunting melody suited her mood quite well and she found herself getting lost in the tune, which was probably exactly what she needed.

| P L A Y E R |

Name Andii
Age 18 bbyy
Gender Female
How you found us Ad from another sitee.
Who else do you play? Nonee.

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