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Yilana
Legacy Name: Yilana
The
Spectrum KanisOwner:
RoxAge: 13 years, 2 months, 2 weeks
Born: February 16th, 2011
Adopted: 13 years, 2 months, 2 weeks ago
Adopted: February 16th, 2011
Statistics
- Level: 6
- Strength: 16
- Defense: 15
- Speed: 11
- Health: 13
- HP: 11/13
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Store Clerk
Name: Yilana
Gender: Female
Personality
Yilana is a bubbly individual with an inability to sit still. She likes to move constantly and often can be found dancing or bouncing on the balls of her feet when she should be sedate. She is always happy and lively.
She is very intelligent and often becomes slightly socially awkward as she goes into too much detail about subjects that others do not always understand. Her biggest passion is fashion and she can always relate to people who have any interest in clothes whatsoever.
Yilana is eccentric and until people get to know her they often think she is weird. She doesn't really care what people think about her.
Appearance
Yilana is tall and slim with strawberry blonde wavy hair to her waist. She has grey-green eyes and pale skin, dusted with freckles. She has a dimple in her left cheek that appears whenever she smiles. Yilana has a slight overbite that could be corrected with orthodontic treatment but it would take too long and she doesn't care enough to bother.
She is mildly short-sighted and wears dark square-framed glasses. They are necessary and not a fashion statment.
She prefers to wear comfortable casual clothing, usually in softer palettes that are more subtle. Occasionally she will choose stronger bolder colours to make a statement but she is not afraid to blend into the background sometimes to observe other people.
Backstory
Yilana is a student majoring in History of Fashion. She loves learning about classic fashion styles and often makes modern versions of the old clothing. Where most of her classmates are interested in 20th century fashion, Yilana loves everything from the 16th century onwards and has researched the older methods of manufacture so that she can be as true as the old styles as possible.
She looks at many fashion blogs on a daily basis so that she can keep up to date with modern fashions as well as the vintage styles.
Story
Tapping away on her iPad, Yilana continued writing the essay on Fashion of the 1960's, fingers flying across the keyboard as she quickly ate up the alloted word limit, her brows furrowed in concentration. Her bangles jingled softly on her wrists as she shook her arms to relieve the cramp she was so used to.
Yilana stood, iPad cradled in one hand as she continued to tap away on her essay, seemingly just as comfortable one-handed. She stretched her legs, groaning softly as she pointed her toes. She walked to her desk and looked at the websites she had loaded on her computer, clicking through the tabs with one hand as she placed the iPad on the desk, confirming her previous paragraph had been entirely correct.
She saved her work on the app she used on her iPad, grinning as she cracked her knuckles. That was the writing part finished. Now for her favourite part of any of the projects her professors gave her. She glanced briefly at the clock, surprised she had been working on her essay for two hours without a break.
She reached into the top drawer of her desk and grabbed three cookies from her stash of snacks, swigging from her glass of fruit juice that was slightly warm after two hours sitting on the side. Yilana plugged the iPad in to charge and turned it off, moving it out of the way as she put her sewing machine on the desk, closing three of the tabs on her computer and maximising the page she had left.
She stared, mesmerised, at the dress pattern she had found online. The round neck, the short sleeves, the measurements themselves all looked unbearably tiny. Perhaps a mini dress wasn't the best example of 1960's fashion for her to wear. It was not her curves that would be the problem, she thought sullenly, it was her legs.
She began cutting the less than subtle material she had chosen, a blue paisly print with swirls of green and cream and purple, adding the suggested two inches to the fabric so that she could sew the pattern together. Humming to herself, Yilana turned on her sewing machine, once again wishing she had an original Singer and not her electric machine.
Yilana closed her eyes, slowed her breathing and started to feed the material through, stitching together her vintage style dress. Her craft came naturally to her and she barely needed to open her eyes, choosing only to do so because she felt it would be showing off otherwise. Showing off to whom she didn't know seeing as she was alone in her room but she opened her eyes nonetheless.
It didn't take Yilana long to stitch together her dress. Unsure it would look right, she shed her clothes and slipped the dress over her head, moving to stand in front of her mirror. She stood and stared. The dress hugged her curves, ending part way down her thighs, covering everything but leavimg very little to the imagination.
She hurriedly removed the dress, uncomfortable. Obviously no one in the 1960s had been 5'10" tall. She frowned. Yilana loved making new clothes to wear from the patterns she found while researching her essays but something about the dress just wasn't right.
Yilana made her way to her bed, lying down and staring at the ceiling, trying to come up with a way to change her dress and yet still keep it true to the style. It wasn't long before her exhaustion caught up with her and she fell asleep.
Have you ever had a dream that seemed so real it left you disappointed when you woke up? That night Yilana did. When she awoke she looked hurriedly at her sewing machine, hoping to spot the outfit she had imagined that night. Realising it had been a dream she looked at her clock. She had two hours before her essay was due in and her outfit was due for inspection.
~~☆~~
When Yilana walked into the classroom that morning, she couldn't help but stare. An abundance of mini-dresses in bright garish colours all but assaulted her eyes. She took a deep breath and walked to her usual seat, suddenly concious of the other students staring at her.
Her hair hung in soft waves, not stiffened by hairspray. Her loose knee length culottes were plain peach silk and, teamed with a loose chiffon blouse with petal sleeves, were a picture of sophistication, far removed from the cacophany of "free love" suggestive outfits that the other girls were wearing.
Once again, Yilana stood out from the crowd and, as always, for all the right reasons.
Credits
Story by
Baa
Art
roar
Gender: Female
Personality
Yilana is a bubbly individual with an inability to sit still. She likes to move constantly and often can be found dancing or bouncing on the balls of her feet when she should be sedate. She is always happy and lively.
She is very intelligent and often becomes slightly socially awkward as she goes into too much detail about subjects that others do not always understand. Her biggest passion is fashion and she can always relate to people who have any interest in clothes whatsoever.
Yilana is eccentric and until people get to know her they often think she is weird. She doesn't really care what people think about her.
Appearance
Yilana is tall and slim with strawberry blonde wavy hair to her waist. She has grey-green eyes and pale skin, dusted with freckles. She has a dimple in her left cheek that appears whenever she smiles. Yilana has a slight overbite that could be corrected with orthodontic treatment but it would take too long and she doesn't care enough to bother.
She is mildly short-sighted and wears dark square-framed glasses. They are necessary and not a fashion statment.
She prefers to wear comfortable casual clothing, usually in softer palettes that are more subtle. Occasionally she will choose stronger bolder colours to make a statement but she is not afraid to blend into the background sometimes to observe other people.
Backstory
Yilana is a student majoring in History of Fashion. She loves learning about classic fashion styles and often makes modern versions of the old clothing. Where most of her classmates are interested in 20th century fashion, Yilana loves everything from the 16th century onwards and has researched the older methods of manufacture so that she can be as true as the old styles as possible.
She looks at many fashion blogs on a daily basis so that she can keep up to date with modern fashions as well as the vintage styles.
Story
Tapping away on her iPad, Yilana continued writing the essay on Fashion of the 1960's, fingers flying across the keyboard as she quickly ate up the alloted word limit, her brows furrowed in concentration. Her bangles jingled softly on her wrists as she shook her arms to relieve the cramp she was so used to.
Yilana stood, iPad cradled in one hand as she continued to tap away on her essay, seemingly just as comfortable one-handed. She stretched her legs, groaning softly as she pointed her toes. She walked to her desk and looked at the websites she had loaded on her computer, clicking through the tabs with one hand as she placed the iPad on the desk, confirming her previous paragraph had been entirely correct.
She saved her work on the app she used on her iPad, grinning as she cracked her knuckles. That was the writing part finished. Now for her favourite part of any of the projects her professors gave her. She glanced briefly at the clock, surprised she had been working on her essay for two hours without a break.
She reached into the top drawer of her desk and grabbed three cookies from her stash of snacks, swigging from her glass of fruit juice that was slightly warm after two hours sitting on the side. Yilana plugged the iPad in to charge and turned it off, moving it out of the way as she put her sewing machine on the desk, closing three of the tabs on her computer and maximising the page she had left.
She stared, mesmerised, at the dress pattern she had found online. The round neck, the short sleeves, the measurements themselves all looked unbearably tiny. Perhaps a mini dress wasn't the best example of 1960's fashion for her to wear. It was not her curves that would be the problem, she thought sullenly, it was her legs.
She began cutting the less than subtle material she had chosen, a blue paisly print with swirls of green and cream and purple, adding the suggested two inches to the fabric so that she could sew the pattern together. Humming to herself, Yilana turned on her sewing machine, once again wishing she had an original Singer and not her electric machine.
Yilana closed her eyes, slowed her breathing and started to feed the material through, stitching together her vintage style dress. Her craft came naturally to her and she barely needed to open her eyes, choosing only to do so because she felt it would be showing off otherwise. Showing off to whom she didn't know seeing as she was alone in her room but she opened her eyes nonetheless.
It didn't take Yilana long to stitch together her dress. Unsure it would look right, she shed her clothes and slipped the dress over her head, moving to stand in front of her mirror. She stood and stared. The dress hugged her curves, ending part way down her thighs, covering everything but leavimg very little to the imagination.
She hurriedly removed the dress, uncomfortable. Obviously no one in the 1960s had been 5'10" tall. She frowned. Yilana loved making new clothes to wear from the patterns she found while researching her essays but something about the dress just wasn't right.
Yilana made her way to her bed, lying down and staring at the ceiling, trying to come up with a way to change her dress and yet still keep it true to the style. It wasn't long before her exhaustion caught up with her and she fell asleep.
Have you ever had a dream that seemed so real it left you disappointed when you woke up? That night Yilana did. When she awoke she looked hurriedly at her sewing machine, hoping to spot the outfit she had imagined that night. Realising it had been a dream she looked at her clock. She had two hours before her essay was due in and her outfit was due for inspection.
~~☆~~
When Yilana walked into the classroom that morning, she couldn't help but stare. An abundance of mini-dresses in bright garish colours all but assaulted her eyes. She took a deep breath and walked to her usual seat, suddenly concious of the other students staring at her.
Her hair hung in soft waves, not stiffened by hairspray. Her loose knee length culottes were plain peach silk and, teamed with a loose chiffon blouse with petal sleeves, were a picture of sophistication, far removed from the cacophany of "free love" suggestive outfits that the other girls were wearing.
Once again, Yilana stood out from the crowd and, as always, for all the right reasons.
Credits
Story by
Art
Quad Form
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