Name: Layla De La Fuente

Age: 23

Gender: female

Sexual Orientation: straight

Organization: N/a

Occupation:Merc

Personality: As opposed to her 'sister' Layla is fun loving and crazy. She is very accepting of others and sets herself out to make others smile. Her body language shows she is comfortable in being herself and is not afraid to speak her mind. Often times she is seen as manipulative of cunning, but really she's just oblivious a lot of times. She is known as a victim of circumstances. Her place often found in the wrong place at the wrong time. These situations leave her to play around with others and act as if she had meant it. Why? Because she lives to see the reactions of others. She teases a lot, pokes fun and simply makes fun of those around her, often with a smirk. Though some see her as cruel, she is just out to have fun. Her favorite place is to be surrounded by others.

When the conversation becomes serious, she gets bit nervous. WHY? Because she has no idea what to say. She's not the type to get too close to others as people have hurt her far too much. She's willing to stick out her neck for those around her, but she would never expect the same. Deep down she feels like a lone wolf with no sort of drive to find people who would be considered true friends. Her reason for working for Vince is simple; it gives her something to do. She often is found in her room throwing random parties. It passes the time. She has an utter fear of silence and being alone, thus is why she surrounds herself with others. To some she seems like she has no value of loyalty, but the truth is she has yet found someone who would be loyal to her anyways. Most of her relationships are one night drunk make outs that wake up the next day forgetting it ever happened until she saw the pictures. Oddly enough despite how drunk she was she never went all the way.

When in a fight she will do one of two things; either she will toy with her enemy or just try to end it as possible. She is the type to flirt with her opponent and though she is seen mainly as straight, she has no fear of women in that manner. She doesn't really intend to go anywhere, she's just a tease in a major meaning of the word. If she loses she isn't a sore loser, she's quick to accept the facts and moves on in hopes of becoming stronger.

Abilities: Extra agile, sort of the bodily structure of a cat, Layla is agile and very flexible. This makes her gunship a bit more slippery. She is able to dive and duck a bit faster than most. She can weave and shoot at angles a lot more odd than most people are used to.

Weapon of Choice:

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Hand-size, with a chain connecting to her belt. The standard ammo of 9mm is what fills the gun.

Physical Appearance:

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Her hair is waist long, blood red. The strands are silken and well kept, straight and light. Bangs feather over her head. Large round eyes sit on her face; a red-brown or maroon in color with long lashes. She never wears make-up on her smooth, fair skin. Her body is thin, but built enough for flexibility and agility. Her body is well shaved and smooth to look and touch. She comes up to 5'7 with a weight around 120 as she looks incredibly light.

Clothing: Layla's clothes are odd. She wears elbow high gloves of black covering her fingers. Her neck holds a black, satin choker as a band. Her top is made of cotton pulled as a tank top. At the sides it holds white ties, crossing easily on both of her sides. Her bottoms are black jeans sitting tight on her butt with a dark red belt atop. Thigh-high socks sit as a plaided sort of red and white on her legs. Her shoes are black tennis shoes.

Biography:
Layla was born in an odd family. The day she turned 14, she was sold to a brothel. Unfortunately for her, they didn't like her color and though her parents tried painting her white, her true skin color was a give away. Her parents never came back for her. They simply allowed her to be left without a home. Though Layla couldn't fend for her own yet, they didn't care. They simply let her live a life on the streets. Eventually she found herself in the clutches of a gang. As odd as it was Layla dressed up as a man and went by the name 'Liam'. She even cut her hair.

Her days in the gang were odd ones. She killed and stole. Almost every crime was what happened in the gang. Her groupies accepted her as one of the guys and for a few years things were fairly easy. Unfortunately the days would pass and she would be caught with a few of her buddies. In a panic they fled the scene only 3 of the six made it out alive and one other was caught and arrested. Her boyfriend at the time began to feel guilty and soon he shot himself. This left Layla all alone. Disgruntled, she fled from her fake home where she met her blood sister. This young, shy girl was an unhappy one yet her life was sweet. Layla felt happy to know that at least her little sister had been able to find happiness despite their insane parents. The two became close despite the few years they spent together and it wasn't long after their crazy parents accepted Layla back in the family.

Unfortunately her history would continue to haunt her. A year after the bust one of her ex gang members decided to betray the others. Kidnapping their leader Layla was called into one last act of a group. With a couple others they went in and manged to find the boss, but with the fling of words and the beginning brawl, a gunshot was heard in the air. The boss fell over dead and the air was silent. The next person he pulled the gun on was Layla's current boyfriend, but the man stole the gun and turned it on himself, shooting his own brains out. Layla was in disbelief. Such cowardice from a man she saw as brave at one point of time. As the others cowered, she lunged forward and took the gun, pointing it at the hoodlum and shot him between the eyes. He fell over dead and Layla left. The others were caught at the scene of the crime, but due to her wearing gloves she was never found to be the murderer. It was self defense anyways.

Soon she found a new boyfriend, but unfortunately this man was mentally unstable. With a literal split personality he left many in awe and confusion and in some cases even hit Layla, until one day she broke his arm in defense. The boy ended up in the hospital and unfortunately he was Alice's little friend's older brother. That was when the end truly began. A few months after the incident Alice went to drink from her glass when she realized the taste was off. It was too late she recognized a knock out drug and as she fell unconscious she could smell burning. A fire killed their parents at once.

Somehow Layla had lived through the fire. The firemen pulled her from the fire and yet she was in no way harmed by it. A pure miracle. Without a home to go back to, she found herself in the business to do anything to get food on the table. Thus began her life as a mercenary.

RP Sample:
Party! What else was new? Layla was ALWAYS up for a party. Not only was it a way to kick back, but MAN did she love watching others do the same. Some people were utter fools. They would pull no stops, just like the man in front of her. His lips were pressed to a cigarette and his hand was between his legs. The other hand of his was on some girls cheek as he sputtered out a sort of line of affection. Oh how the girl must have been drunk too, Layla could tell from the reddened hue on her cheeks. She leaned forward to kiss and burnt her lips. What a dumbass. She seemed unaffected and giggled before leaning and beginning to lick at the man's neck who in turn began twitching his wrist. Oh how lovely. Layla crushed her can and tossed it at the man's head with a smirk on her lips. "Oi get a fucking room you pervs. If I wanted to see a porno I'd rent one." Her head cocked to the side as a smile pressed tighter to her lips. "Besides no one wants to see how disappointing it will be anyways."

The two looked disoriented before they stood up and stumbled off to a room, man's pants halfway down his ass. Layla rolled her eyes as she observed the others in the room. SMASH! "Get the fuck off my CHANDELIER! That thing's worth more than you!" She screamed at the lunatic who was deciding to show his interest in swinging like a monkey. Her eyes turned to another couple that were making out by burning buts and she smirked. Honesty she was the only one sober? How amusing. On the floor was some fool twitching in a spasm of some sort. Layla kicked him lightly before sitting up in her seat. "Someone left this here." The body rolled over still twitching as she chuckled darkly. Was it bad that she had no care about these people's lives. She guessed not, but if they died at least they'd die happily.



Oh the alcohol! It tasted so sweet on her tongue. Looking over, she grinned and nodded at him with a sort of crooked and almost dark look in her eyes. It wasn't often Layla encountered someone as daring as herself. Her left eye would close by itself as her lips parted and she spoke softly, "Why, hello there, handsome. Come here often?" Yes, the flirt was at it as always. She placed one hand beneath her chin, cradling it as her other rested on the glass in front of her. She was not sitting at the bar yet, instead she stood behind it, leaning forward and making her shirt shift slightly. The cleavage of course would be shown some as she moved her hand and tipped back a sip to her curved lips. It was odd, just one other person here, but then again she had expected no one. She would make do. With this one person she would make it feel as if she herself was partying with a group.

Her blue eyes rest on him with interest as she took in his appearance. He wasn't exactly human, sometihng was.. different about him and as she pulled out another bottle from beneath the table she would start to ask but stop. Now wasn't the time for business, she just wanted to hang today. Licking the rest of the liquid from her lips, she would continue leaning, eyes half closed as she continued survey-ing him. Her dark skin almost aglow in the dimly lit room, as odd as it was. "Not often I see your kind breaking in here." She meant a human, but it could mean anything really.



Layla smirked and laughed. How fun, he was actually smart. However she didn't do this kind of stuff for money. Oh no, Layla was just one for fun. He seemed a bit thrown off by the fact she spoke to him. She wondered if perhaps he was shy, but he didn't seem it with his dark hair and casual hair. Though, humans were quite odd. His voice was deep and certain. Her shoulders shrugged as she stuck out her tongue playfully. Her eyes closing. "Aww damn, you caught me. Guess I'll just have to try some other way." Her eyes opened, those blue eyes were playful and amused. She shifted and leaned forward. Her eyes seemed curious on his before she pushed herself all the way and stealing from him a kiss. She pulled away and smirked as she seemed to think about what she'd just done.

"Hmm... not bad.. I guess. For a human anyways." She gauged his reaction, her lips curled in a grin. Oh silly, Layla. The man would either freak out or be dumbstruck. Either way she was amused mostly by her own action. Her hand would be back where it had been before. She tipped back another swallow of alcohol. "Anyways I hadn't plans of the sort." Her eyes closed once more as her body adjusted and her legs crossed, the necklace on her neck showing a bit more. The white over her eyes gave an odd sort of hint. "If anything I just get people drunk to enjoy it. You see I usually am at a party right now, but I much rathered coming here to get a taste of this fabulous stuff humans are so damn lucky to have." With a soft chuckle she looked at him darkly and almost daringly. "I don't get men drunk to have sex with them." Again, her voice would change to a more playful way. "I don't need to... you know got men grabbing my ass all day." Of course that was but wasn't true all at the same time.

Overall it looks pretty good, I just have two small requests. First, I'd like you to specify why kind of ammunition you use in your gun, that matters as much if not more than knowing the gun itself. Second, a bit more detail in the abilities section would be nice. Just a line or two about her skills with a gun and any other tricks you think you might like to bust out in the future. Other than that I like it.

Edited.

Fine by me.

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Since there are only two real staff members at the moment, I'll give Vlad 24 hours to vote on this sheet before I just lock and officially approve it.

Alright since everything has been fixed and edited and looks ready to go I'll give my approval!!

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