Sayla Cilvine

[Audiva]

†Sayla Diane Cilvine†

What I’m Made Of

Candles On My Cake:;
17

My Height:;
5'4"

My Weight:;
120

So I’m A:;
Female

My Deepest Secret:;
Lycan

Behind The Walls

Dear Diary:;
Sayla grew up in Salem, Oregon; she was adopted at an early age and has no memories of her birth parents. The couple who adopted her were kind, but they were human, and as such, she didn't believe that she could tell them when she discovered that she was, well, shall we say, different. She graduated from high school when she was sixteen, and left for college as soon as the school year started, as a freshman at a university.

This Is Me:;
Sayla's outlook on life is cold. She does not often see the joys in living, and is dark in such a way, usually. She generally shuns company, whether it be human or her own kind, but to a few, she might not send a death glare the moment they try to approach her. Those few are usually her own kind, Lycans who she knows are the same as her. Sayla is like a closed book to most people - they can't get a read on her, because she puts up such a shield. She doesn't like to feel anymore. Not since she stumbled across her abilities as a Lycan.

I Crave:;
Black
Solitude
Acceptance (both from herself and from others)
Music
Books
Rain
Lightning

I Despise:;
Jewelry
Hyper people
Too much sunlight
Malfunctioning electronics
Pencils
Sirens

I Thrive On:;
Sayla has always been strong mentally in that she can stand tragedy without showing it if she does feel pain.

I Flee From:;
She hates what she is, and hence, has a hard time controlling it, and she would rather run from a fight then stand and face it.