SINGH, lilly priya

[lilly priya singh]

i get all numb

--------------& it's lilly priya "ranger" singh to you.
----------------------------- ( beauty is the most dangerous and deceiving weapon )

gender; female
age; 23
orientation; heterosexual

when she sings it's over

build; moderately toned
height; 5'5''
weight; 135 pounds
hair; raven black
eye; sapphire blue
overall; Lilly was raised as a traditional Hindu girl away from India, and as such, she dresses like one and keeps with the customs. Wearing the saris she's taken care of in the last two years, they adorn her in bright and seemingly contradicting colors to her surroundings. She has several piercings, two in each ear (the top being a small stud) and a piercing in the nose that is always adorned with a remarkable stone. Veils adorn her head of wavy raven black hair, normally with a jewel down the middle of her forehead. Unlike the traditional sari, though, she wears a sort of "puffy" pant (think Aladdin pants) in order to allow maneuverability and comfort. Her shoes are typically slippers of traditional Indian wear, made of tough skin for durability. Her lips are a natural beauty, the lower being much larger than the top, balancing out her slightly large nose. Her hand are rough and slightly cracked, opposite most of her skin, due to the usage of guns and sifting for things in the dirt. She also always has on a necklace she made years ago when she became decent enough at beading. The necklace carries a locket with her family.

such a strange numb

personality; A serious girl to hide her timidness, Lilly grew up being very shy and secluded, focusing on her studies as per her parents. Because of this, she wasn't really taught to be "cruel", but that's not to say that Lilly can't be tough nor rude. On Lilly's good side, though, you'd be treated with care, respect, and humor, a sparkle in the eye, and a basket of hospitality. However, on the opposite, she can be defensive, aggressive, tactile, and bossy. And because she was raised to focus on studies, she naturally assumes part of the time that she's the correct one, which makes her both arrogant and ignorant. She will not listen to you if she thinks she's right, rather, she will walk away in a huff or argue you until you run out of breath.

strengths; • sharpshooting • running • throwing (basically, ranged) • stealth (to a point)

weaknesses; • anything melee • quick thinking • knowing when to shut up • singing (but she attempts anyway)

likes; • blueberries • rainy days • the color blue • peaches

dislikes; • insects (except butterflies) • stubborn people • cowardliness • lack of teammanship

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inventory;
*sniper rifle w/aim attached
*throwing dagger
*box of band-aids
*rifle ammo
*canteen
*Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury
*box of matches (mostly empty)[/blockquote]

and it brings my knees to the earth

family;

father; Roy Singh (deceased)
mother; Madhu Singh (deceased)
siblings; Oskar Singh (deceased)
Maya Singh (deceased)
spouse; n/a
children; n/a
other; grandfather; Rupert Singh (deceased)

birth place; leeds
history; "She shall be named Lilly, for her beauty is as radiant as a water lilly and her skin as soft as its petals."

And thus Lilly Priya Singh was born, named, and carted away from Leeds Hospital. It was a very joyous occasion indeed, the first born of a Hindu representative. Roy, an advocate for the Hindu religion, was a very powerful and well-known minister for the Hindu people of Leeds (there were more than you think), and thus Lilly was blessed. But being this so called blessed didn't exclude her from hardships, no, rather, she tended to feel like she had more. She was not allowed to watch TV until she was 15, she was not allowed to go to birthday parties because it was time that could be spent on studying, she was not allowed to play all weekend, and had to attend the many Hindu services her father provided.. Lilly, from then on, was restricted to religion and education. But in the end, and from a grade point view, she excelled, became one of the top of her grade and graduated valedictorian of her high school senior class. None of this, mattered, though, as her father intended for her to pursue a career in business, to which Lilly deeply wanted to study astronomy.

When Lilly was young, she'd always wondered what it'd be like to have been an assassin. She longed for the beauty and craftsmanship of the art, for the stealth, the ring of chimes and you made an appearance but were concealed. They were put up on a pedestal by her, and she loved him, admired them. After much begging, her father allowed her to study the art of Kenpo. It wasn't exactly the smooth, graceful style Lilly would have loved to learn, but it was enough for now. It was an escape, a way to pretend she wasn't Lilly and she was someone else, someone who was so secretive, alluring..

At 15, Lilly was able to watch TV, and her love for assassins grew when she learned of military programming, and with that, her love for guns. Never being very excellent at Kenpo, when she reached black belt, she quit and asked her father, begged him mercilessly until her put her into gun training. Ranged was her thing, and from her very first day with the practice with bows and arrows to the advanced training with the AKs she was nicknamed Ranger. Ranger, she would say over and over to herself, hearing how it ringed and rolled off the tongue, how it was like her assassin name, how it made her sound like she had standpoint in society more than Lilly ever did for her.

A few years rolled by and the virus hit. To be honest, Lilly expected a vast array of zombies to come up out of the ground, but nothing. Everyone just simply stopped moving and fell, laying collapsed on the floor. From that point, it seemed like a huge joke, like something people were doing to trick her, but they never moved. They never got back up.

Ranger grabbed her few supplies that day, and began to journey around in order to survive. She left behind her house, burning it to give her family their proper burial. Then on, she was on her own. She's gone out of Leeds for more materials, but is now back to her hometown, more for reminiscence than for survival.

and god bless you all

alias; Soyez
age; 17
experience; About 7 years.
sample;
Lilly looked about, her head turning while her eyes lagged behind, taking a moment to scan the horizon. What a glorious day it was, or it might have been, maybe sometime two years ago. No, the days all looked the same these days, always the same sort of dismal feel to the clouds as they loomed overhead. Clouds.. they never seemed to go away, either. Maybe they were there to hide the lay of the land, to hide the Earth, or at least, what used to be the Earth, from the eyes of the sun and the moon. Surely they would be upset had they seen the Earth now as it was, and have cried over the destruction of their child.

With little thought about it, the shoes shuffled in the slight dust of the ground, dirt having overcome the concrete, concrete having dissipated slightly over the years and mixed in with the dirt and the dust, carried off the the everblowing wind. Crunch. Crunch. Her covered feet almost sounded like grinding, with the constant tempo of the rocks moving underneath her steps. Crunch. Crunch. It'd been almost a year since she left Leeds to go find shelter, life elsewhere. But there was no life elsewhere as there was no life here. Crunch. Crunch.

The towering buildings, or what was left of them, shadowing on the horizon of the rising sun. Judging by the sun's position, or at least, what the buildings didn't cover, it was about 9 AM. An early start, but she figured she'd have gotten here much sooner, and thought she'd have more time exploring the city before nightfall. It was not because of zombies, no, they didn't exist like in the stories and the movies and the anything else that life before had told of, no, nothing but the decaying bodies sprawled everywhere. But animals had been known now to move in and reclaim these towns, wild ones, aggressive ones, and it was better to move during the day, when you could see them. When the virus just hit, there was the risk of looters, and she assumed there might be some risk now, but she hadn't seen nor heard from anyone in such a long time that she was doubtful of it.

Crunch. Crunch. The grinding rocks caught her attention, and she was back to mentally focusing on this realm of reality. It was then, only then that something hit her (even though she already knew):

She was home.

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for the song you sang, saved us

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