Post by ayla isobel mcdiarmid on Feb 21, 2020 14:47:30 GMT -5
AYLA ISOBEL MCDIARMID
FULL NAME: Ayla Isobel McDiarmid.
NICKNAMES: N/A
AGE: 29
GENDER: Female
SEXUALITY: Straight.
STATUS: Single.
GROUP: Citizen.
GRADE: N/A.
MAJOR: N/A.
JOB OCCUPATION: Corporate Lawyer.HAIR: Naturally blonde, but she dyes it darker sometimes. It’s long, usually in a bedhead sort of style with natural waves. However, if she’s in work, then she ties it back so it looks half professional.
EYES: Green.
SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: None.
TATTOOS: She has an eight-spoke star surrounded by a circle tattooed on the back of her neck. “IIWII” on her foot for “It is what it is.” She also has “There’s always hope” tattooed on her right foot. On one side she has lyrics of Bob Dylan’s “It’s all over Baby Blue”, and on her other side she has the date “10/14/87” which is her brother’s birthdate. Just below her right elbow she has “No rest for the weary”, and on the inside of her finger she has “LB” for her mother and father.
PIERCINGS: Just her ears the once.
PLAY-BY: Carly Chaikin!LIKES: Apple whiskey, platform heels, yoghurt coated cranberries, emerald green, orange flowers (of any variety), ice skating, interesting law cases, green tea with Jasmine, drinking on the holidays, calls with her brother, true crime books, the city at night, being independent, long baths, South American cuisine, soup, travel sized toiletries and make-up, apple turnovers, baking bread.
DISLIKES: being too warm in bed, migraines, video call quality, injustice, tinned foods, overly sweet desserts, nightmares, coffee, people mimicking her accent, March 19th, Pepsi, red roses, Christmas mania, not having anything to do for more than a day, e-mails when she’s out of work, chewing gum, misplacing her glasses, not getting food after a night out.
FEARS: Losing her brother, flying in bad weather, losing anything of sentimental value.
SECRETS: While she’ll tell people her parents are dead if it comes up, what Ayla won’t tell is how they died. They were found five days after being reported missing, in a car, both dead from poisoning. Police ruled it a double suicide.
PERSONALITY: Ayla is competitive and determined. It’s why she makes an excellent lawyer; she’s like a dog with a bone. Ayla is family driven and loyal , but also protective and proud, which means she won’t ask for help or admit that something is wrong. She’s been through a lot and it’s made her strong enough that she thinks she can handle anything life throws at her by now. She’s stubborn and fierce, but she likes both of these traits even if they’ve driven people away in the past. Ayla won’t get in a fight – not physically – but she’s got enough attitude to rip someone to shreds verbally, and often does. Her humour is dry and she’s exceptionally fluent in sarcasm. Ayla isn’t entirely sure if she wants the husband and two kids with the dog scenario. She isn’t sure if there is someone out there who can accept her dedication to her job. Still, she enjoys a physical connection with someone and doesn’t deny when sparks are flying. Instead she’ll make it clear that she’s not looking for anything serious. She rolls her eyes at romance and would prefer someone with modern instincts who can give her as much space as she needs while also matching her passionate nature about hobbies and interests.
MOTHER: Lisa Marie McDiarmid, deceased.
FATHER: Benjamin James McDiarmid, deceased.
SIBLINGS: Sinclair Marcus McDiarmid, 34
OTHERS: Aoife Rose McDiarmid, 6
PETS: Calliope, Russian blue cat of one!
HOMETOWN: The Dark Skies town of Moffat, Scotland.
HISTORY: Lisa and Michael Michael were high school sweethearts who had been together since they were both fourteen. Everyone knew they were going to get married and have the kind of life that most people only ever dream about. And they did. They both had good jobs in the education industry, though they didn’t work together. They married at twenty and Sinclair was born when Anna was 22. Ayla came a few years later and their family was complete.
Ayla was always a stubborn child. Her tantrums as a toddler were legendary and most of the time she knew how to get what she wanted. She was never manipulative, but just dedicated and stubborn enough that eventually someone would give it to her or she’d accomplish it herself. Sinclair was always close to his sister, looking out for her when she insisted on having her independence and trying things for the first time. They were a happy pair of siblings, always looking out for each other no matter what. When they were older Ayla would vet his girlfriends and typically scare away any she didn’t trust or like.
When Ayla was twelve she was sick. Doctors at first thought it was to do with hormones and puberty, but Anna insisted enough that they took a closer look. With tests and more doctors they diagnosed Ayla with Wilson’s disease, and Sinclair got the same diagnosis a few months after. Sinclair was great on the first medication the hospital prescribed them, but Ayla was in the minority who reacted badly to the drug and as a result contracted lupus. As it was a drug induced problem, switching medication relieved the symptoms but that took time and Anna needed to take time away from work to make sure Ayla was alright or to collect her from school if she was having a rough day. Eventually, Ayla found her balance on the medication and the long eighteen months of finding that balance while also getting sick was worth it. She was able to go back to her life and have a normal teenage experience.
She had known for a long time that she wanted to go into law. Her plans were forced to adapt slightly when Sinclair fell in love with a girl and followed her to America. The siblings had always talked about going to university near each other and keeping up the close companionship they had had their whole lives. Then Ayla realised that she could go to school in America. Her parents were unsure of this, given how she was a little terrifying when things didn’t go how she wanted them to, but Ayla was stubborn and eventually her parents agreed, on the condition that she pick a school close to where Sinclair was in the state of New York.
Ayla found herself accepted to Columbia. She was thrilled and aimed for their law programme. Sinclair was less than an hour away from the campus where he now lived with his girlfriend. He was making plans to propose and start a life with her, which Ayla wasn’t completely sure about. The girl barely paid the young Scot much mind when she visited and always seemed like everything was beneath her. She didn’t think she was made for the cookie cutter lifestyle Sinclair seemed to be envisioning.
Ayla was a hardworking student. She was the type to avail of the office hours and ask all the questions in her classes. She knew where she wanted to be and wasn’t going to let it hold her back. There were some in her classes who would mock her accent, pretend not to understand her, but Ayla was above all of that. If they wound up in her group for a project she’d just throw them under a bus and smile at them when the professor tore them a new one. She took her classes seriously, but that didn’t mean Ayla couldn’t make friends and have a good time. Once people knew what Ayla expected from a friendship then everything often seemed to work out fine. She could enjoy a good party, be funny on a night out, but Ayla was always the one who made sure her friends got home in one piece, even if that meant she was staying sober or not getting home until an hour before she had to leave again.
When Ayla turned twenty-one, on a drizzly November spent in the library because her professor liked quizzes, she had no clue that a week later she’d suffer the worst heartache of her life. She was at the first bar on the night out to celebrate her birthday when Sinclair called her and said she needed to come to his place right away and that he was already half way to collecting her, just needed to know where to pick her up from. She had no clue what had happened until Sinclair had her in the car and began to explain. Their uncle, who lived an hour from Moffat, had called to their parent’s house after they didn’t return his calls. He had wanted contact information for Ayla to wish her a happy birthday, but no one got back in touch with him and he was worried – it wasn’t typical of either of their parent’s to ignore someone. The house had looked pretty normal, but the uncle had suspicions when he bumped into the neighbour who was also the local paper boy. They had told him not to bother delivering anymore. He stayed at the house for a night before reaching out to see if anyone knew if they were away. No one knew anything. The car had been there one morning and gone the next, and it hadn’t returned. Police were called then and a missing persons investigation launched.
Sinclair and Ayla were beside themselves with worry. They barely ate or slept for the five days before the phone call they were scared of having nightmares about. Their parents were dead, poisoned it seemed. Ultimately, the police declared it a joint suicide, but there was no note or message left for the children. Ayla’s birthday card and gift were signed the same as always. However, there was nothing to suggest it had been murder. The only fingerprints in the vehicle were from the two of them, and they showed no signs of distress. The story went that they found a quiet area in a low trafficked part of the countryside and took their lives. Neither Ayla nor Sinclair bought it, but without any proof there was nothing they could do; especially when they both lived in America. They went home for the funeral, but only Sinclair stuck around to clear out the family home. He insisted Ayla get back to school.
It wasn’t easy, not one fucking bit, but Ayla was pissed off at the world and was refusing to let anything hold her back now. Everything made her furious, everything pushed her buttons, but damn it all, she came out of school with offers to join a distinguished corporate law firm. A few more years went by and she was handling her own caseloads and living in a nice, sizeable Manhattan apartment. It had room on a separate floor for when Sinclair visited with his wife and daughter. It was lucky she had that space, because Sinclair’s wife was killed in a car accident when she was “away for business”. It turned out the car was being driven by the man she was having an affair with, and “business” was conducted in a hotel just two blocks from where they had been living in a small town two hours from NYC. Ayla insisted her brother and niece move in with her, turn their backs on the heartache of a small town who knew all of their business now. Sinclair accepted, since he had a job offer in the city. Ayla knew her apartment was more suitable for a family anyway, so she left them take over most of the space, admitting that she only needed a bedroom, a bath, and a study for herself. She ate with them and enjoyed weekends with her brother and drinks, but mostly she was happy to help them build a new life. She told Sinclair not to worry about moving out in a rush, that he was welcome to stay there as long as he liked.
It's been almost a year since then, and Ayla is glad he’s still there. She’s gotten used to coming home to noise and people, but Sinclair still hasn’t been able to convince her to try and find the people and noise for herself.
YOUR ALIAS: Kim.
RULE WORDS: kidnappedbykim.
WHERE YOU FOUND US: In the back of the TARDIS.
SAMPLE:Please, no.
