Shayla

Sitting in one of the benches that seemed a bit dusty, but it wasn't as bad as out there. Taking a deep breath, the plan was ruined. "I miss you papa and ma" saying in a accent. Her mother Nadia raised her and taught her how to speak Russian and home schooled her because they traveled to different bases to many times to count. Her father gave her a little tough love and showed her how to fight from a young again. Yea it wasn't an ideal childhood but it was hers. She had nothing here, if she could just back something that even resembled close to what she had, maybe she would be okay. Messing wi

Hearing the woman's threats, they was descriptive and very fascinating. Walking forward slightly to pick the paper and key up from the ground. Slowly moving the foot or so more to stand in front of the woman. Her chest was pounding fast but not for the reasons that one might think. This was the most excitement that she has had since being in the game. Even the beach was a bit boring but this was more in her ball park. Setting both the list and the key in the woman's palm. Taking one step back, Shayla's eyes were dead locked on this female's gaze. She knew that this person would do exactl

Darting through the tree's watching as other players seem to be strolling on by. They looked lost, sucks to be them. She had been in this game long enough to know that no one could be trusted. That everyone was your enemy until proven not. Something that her father as drilled into her head. A bit ago she had found a listing of treasures that could be found around different floors. It was found on the ground in a tavern where it was crowed. No one would see he pick it up, but no one also saw it be dropped but her. She had already made a copy of it and knew that whoever lost this would of been e

Laying on the sandy beach, exhausted. She always was after the long training that she put herself through. She had to have some form of regularity. She was used to doing nearly the same thing everyday. She never had a problem with her life style, the care of friends became little to nothing to her. Maybe that was why her mother kept trying to get her to do other stuff while father was gone. The for she thought about it the more she would think that her father was running from something dangerous. Why would a father teach his young daughter from the time she could walk to fight, to protect hers

Walks through what little tree lines there was on this floor. She was running a bit late today. Everyday since she has been in this game she would come to beach front with the giant crab, wait for a group to destroy the enemy and train in to water. Even though she was stuck here, she would not let it stop her from keeping up with the daily regiment that she had going on in the real world. Readjusting the arms from her bathing suit as she feels the soft sand between her toes. Hearing some people talking in the distance, her first thought was they maybe that group wasn't done killing the grab ye

Username: Shayla Real name: Shayla Mishka Nickname: Shay Age: 16 (21) Gender: Female Height: 5'6" Eye Color: Purple Hair Color: Purple History Shay has never had a permanent home, they had to move around a lot for her fathers job. Longest stay in one place has always ever been a year. Making friends with others were always risky because with any relationship that was formed would be broken for the sake of her having to up and leave again. Shay doesn't know exactly what her father does but it must of been something important if they had him traveling so much. Her mother