Los Angeles, California +Finished+

[Los Angeles, California]

Lyndsey Angeline Jones
-Los Angeles, California-

"May it be an evening star
Shines down upon you
May it be when darkness falls
Your heart will be true
You walk a lonely road
Oh! How far you are from home "

Name:
Lyndsey Angeline Jones
(Known affectionately as Angel)
Origin:
Los Angeles, California
Gender:
Female
Orientation:
Bisexual
Birthday:
September 4, 1781
Age:
22…?

Personality:
Why settle down, when life's a veritable party? That's Lyndsey Angeline's philosophy on the matter. That, and don't ever worry Noah. Despite being the younger sister, Angel takes it upon herself to make sure that Noah's life stays as carefree as possible. She makes sure any of her accidents and painful moments are covered up, and tries to make sure he's safe. She loves him as her brother, and is very close to him, enjoying his company, and loving to go out surfing with him. Active and gorgeous, the girl loves to be outdoors, surfing, jogging, or out at her job as a model. Only problem with her need to protect her brother? She's a terrible liar.

Once a right bad-ass, LA used to be a terror during the Mexican-American war. She was good with a ship, and helped out big brother Noah. But the young model's settled down since then. She goes through boyfriend after boyfriend, since she seems to pick the ones not exactly the best, and lives for the nightlife and parties. But she's up at the crack of dawn to surf, not exactly the drinking type. She enjoys lazy days at home as much as she does a good fashion shoot. Just don't get her pissed, unless you want to see the chica that kicked ass in the Mexican-American war….

The thing about her, though, is that she's very sensitive, especially in the department of Love. She's been heartbroken a few times, and is getting close to the end of her first trimester with a child. Wouldn't you be vulnerable too?

Appearance:
A model, Angel stands at 5'9" without heels, with long golden hair, and skin as tan as her hispanic origins would normally suggest, bronzed a bit extra from her days in the sun. Her outfits consists of short-shorts, and bikini tops, with slinky dresses for when she goes out. Heels are an essential part of her outfit, when she's not on the beach, and it's easy to mistake her for one of the Hollywood starlets. She loves going to those exclusive clubs, and getting in, all because she's been on the modeling circuit for quite some time now.

Relationships:

California: "Mi hermano. I take care of him, and he takes care of me. We've fought hard together side by side, and make the best team EVER."
England: "He's sorta like….a real good friend. I can't call him pops or anything, but Al likes him, so I'm cool with him."
America: "The lovable dork that ended up teaching me more than anyone knows. He talked me into becoming our own person. He's definitely charismatic. * giggle*"
Mexico: "Though we don't talk much any more, he'll always be mi papi."
Scotland: "My ex. There's the end of that story..."
Argentina: "Totally can't wait to help her pick out clothes again!"

Likes:
+Surfing
+Noah
+America
+Shopping
+Modeling
+Clubs
+Actors

Dislikes:
+Tijuana
+Being controlled/manipulated
+Fighting (sometimes)
+New York
+Snow
+Ice

Hobbies:
Surfing
Dancing
Modeling
Shopping
Protecting Noah
Dancing around the house in her bikini.

Random Quirks:
She still speaks spanish fluently and writes letters to her Papi, Mexico.
Her arguing with Tijuana……it stems from her overprotective nature.

Roleplay Sample:

When morning began to rise, a mist always fell over the Loch. It was the best time to be out, when everything was quiet, and no one was about. No tourists, none of her people. Caelan Meaghan Kirkland found herself out by the side of the shore, listening to the waves lapping over the rocks. Long hair was undone, falling about shoulders that were slightly bared by a loose blue-green robe that hung about her frame quite rather elegantly. She looked beautiful in the rising light of the sun. It hit her pale skin just right, those emerald eyes shining out from the stray strands that blew about her face, brushing across soft freckling over her nose, and long, dark lashes. On her lap, where legs folded to the side in a proper manner, lay a sketchpad, and in one elegantly fingered hand was a pencil.

Her eraser lay beside her, and she was drawing, slowly, humming an old folk song under her breath. Oh how she loved the songs of her hometown, of Edinburgh, her City. It was something her brother couldn't take away from her, something she doubted he understood, with what she liked to think of as a bad case of wanderlust. Cae didn't want to admit to herself that Alexander liked to take up with women….not with how much she cared about him. Hell, the younger would go so far as to say she loved him. She had since they were kids, since he would take care of her, help her brush her hair, tell her how pretty she was gonna be when she grew up. Look how much bullshit that turned out to be. Sure she was pretty, but without Alex there….she saw no point in even being around.

Honestly, if it weren't for the people around her, who supported her when she was drunk off her ass and depressed, she probably would have disappeared like Gaul and Rome already. Sighing, she looked down at her drawing of the sunset, only to see his face there, seeing she'd drawn him in, in the dreamlike state she'd been in. Screeching, the young Scot furiously erased it, and then drew back over it, taking a slow breath. There….perfect…no trace of that ASS. Standing slowly, she let her feet brush the shore, bare, in dancer's steps, easily moving back towards the castle. Ah, such was a day in the life.

Roleplayer:
Liet
Password:
Hetalia ROCKS!

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[America]

Looks good to me, again don't forget to update as you go.

Approved!: 1/2

[China]

It's great to have you back, Liet dear! <333

Nice profile, I agree with Mer, update as you go! But otherwise, welcome back, love! <3

Approved, 2/2!