Post by LAYLA WILKERSON on Apr 8, 2012 3:12:46 GMT
| [atrb=style, background-color: #b2b4a0; border-top: 6px solid #5499E3; border-bottom: 6px solid #5499E3; border-right: 6px solid #5499E3; border-left: 6px solid #5499E3; opacity: 0.85; -moz-opacity: 0.85;][atrb=border,3,true][atrb=bordercolor,ffffff,true][bg=5499E3][atrb=width,490,true][atrb=height,330,true][atrb=background,http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs16/f/2007/185/5/7/Wood_Wallpaper_by_stenosis.jpg][atrb=cellpadding,10,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] layla wilkerson    NICKNAME:none AGE:20 FACE CLAIM: Emily Rudd GROUP: Valedictorians ETHNICITY: Caucasian RELIGION: Athiest SEXUALITY: Straight OCCUPATION: School Library Clerk SUBJECTS: women studies & law POSITIVE TRAITS: -Intelligent -Motherly -Independent -Dedicated -Helpful NEGATIVE TRAITS: -Hesitant -Blunt -Stubborn -Gaurded -Distant LIKES: -Reading -Tutoring -Her twin younger brothers -Keeping to herself -Late nights at the library -Feminist ideals DISLIKES: -Quinton Lawrence -People getting too close -Ignorance -Bullies -Being treated like a child GOALS: -To find peace and forget about her past -To create an organization to fight abuse of women FEARS: -Quinton coming To find her -Getting hurt -Someone hurting her brothers SECRETS: -She was abused by her ex boyfriend -Though she acts like she doesn't need anyone, she's secretly dying for someone to save her. FAMILY: Bobbi Wilkerson(Mother) -- Jonah Wilkerson(Father) -- Kale and Kaden(twin brothers age 8) HISTORY:Layla was born to a suburban family in Vermillion, South Dakota. It's nothing special really, but to her parents, it was, and still is, the world. Layla's father, Jonah, followed in his father's and his grandfather's footsteps and became mayor of the city, just about three months after his daughter was born. As one can easily see, she was raised into a family that was obviously not prepared to take on the grueling task of a child. Growing up, the girl was used as a sort of publicity bait, her parents using the motto "Family is what counts" to lure Valley Springs residents to the polls. Of course, it worked, and election after election, Wilkerson was re-elected, but the more he won, the less attention was paid to their daughter, unless the press was around. At the age of twelve, the surprise visit of her twin brothers arrived, and yet again, the children were used as a way to get others to like the Wilkerson family. The family rarely spent anytime together, her father always working late at the city hall, cracking down on things people demanded, and her mother staying by his side, making sure every move he made would give them good publicity. Layla had to grow up fast, and was often left at home to care for Kaden and Kale, making sure they were fed and tucked in at nights. She would always have them sleeping by the time her parents arrived home, and no praise or thank you was uttered by either of them. It was now expected. They even told newspapers that their daughter was, quote, "a busy bee helping her parents without being asked. Parenting at it's best." The truth was, she wasn't helping her parents at all. The bond to her younger siblings was so strong, she had an instinct to make sure their lives went unharmed as their parents paid no mind to them. Layla continued to be the mother figure in the twins life until the age of 18 when she was accepted to South Dakota State University after graduating High School with honors. There, she began studying various subjects her parents insisted she take, and of course she didn't object. Especially when she met her first love, Quinton Lawrence in one of her classes. He seemed pretty nice at first, always complimenting her, buying her gifts, giving her the attention she craved. The boy was even the son of her father's close friend, which was instant approval from her parents. Everything was perfect, except the moment she began drifting on her own. The honeymoon stage had faded, and instead of spending time with him every day, she began hanging around with friends. Quinton had always been a jealous soul, Layla becoming quite aware of this in the past whenever she would talk to another boy while Quinton was present. The grip on her hand would become significantly tighter, the bruises from the squeezing left days later. The jealousy became worst week after week, month after month. Quinton would read through text messages she had sent to other guys while she was away From her phone, scolding her for each one, calling her obscene things. The yelling soon turned to beating, hitting, scratching, pushing, and the next thing Layla knew she was waking up in a hospital bed, bruised arms and legs, a busted lip, scratches lining her face, a black eye...Layla hadn't seen it coming. She just thought maybe it would have gone away. Maybe he would accept the fact that he didn't own her, but it seemed she was wrong. When her parents found out, they just brushed the abuse off, blaming her beaten body on her clumsiness, saying she "took a stumble". When Layla was released, she was no longer the girl she used to be. She became guarded, deciding to spend most of her time alone. She couldn't handle the looks that she received from people. The pity they tried to give her was hard to bear, especially when she could see in their eyes that they could see right through her parents' lies. Those marks were not made by stairs. Those were fighting marks. Layla finally couldn't take it anymore. After her sophomore year, the girl made a beeline for Winchester University in Las Vegas, hoping for a fresh start. Most of her marks, excluding the unhealable scars, had disappeared, so she hoped everything would just be normal again there. Changing her subjects to ones that she was passionate for after the incident, she enrolled her junior year, and has remained a fly on the wall since then. Of course, you can mostly catch her in the library, or you may be one of the lucky ones she's given the responsibility of to tutor. Despite her Wall that she puts up, she feels Vegas is so much better than Vermillion, and secretly really enjoys the people and atmosphere. Hannah says hi |
