Post by Samantha Raylon on Jun 27, 2009 20:00:29 GMT -8
Full Name:
Samantha Aram Raylon
Nicknames:
Sam, Sammy
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Straight
Birthday:
06/14/1991
Age:
Eighteen
Year:
Senior
Appearance:
Eyes:Grey
Hair:Black
Righty or Lefty:Right
Scars:Bruises and scars on her back
Piercings/Tattoos:None
Other:None
Weaknesses:
Love, comitment, letting people get close, technology confuses her, extremely submisive, can be guliable at times, not very trusting of people she is dating
Strengths:
generally happy, gets along with almost everyone, always smiling, great friend, sports, makes friend easily, doesn't get mad quickly
Likes:
Classical music, working out, silence, getting out of the house, popcorn, light houses, office supplies, puzzles
Dislikes:
her father, her mother, emu's, technology, having a big family
Secrets:
her father beats her and her mother sits by to watch, is trying to get away from her religion
Goals:
make it to the olympics, get away from her family, let someone in to her life for good.
Family:
Father: John Raylon
Mother: Mary Raylon
Siblings: Grace(17), Hope(16), David(15), Paul(15), Sonya(14), Ryan(11), Quill(9)
Pets:None
Other:None
History:
Paytton was born the oldest of what was to turn into eight other siblings. From day one, she was raised in the strict, Mormon traditions and brought up to believe in every single bit of it. Her parents made sure that she did everything that a moral based lady should do and the house was strict. It wasn’t long until her mom was pregnant again and she was forced to learn to take care of her tiny brother at only age two. Now, her mother didn’t leave it all to her but she was at her side the entire time, watching and learning the proper way to change a diaper and with her mom’s guidance, came to know almost everything there was about taking care of children and luck enough, her mom was pregnant again by the time she was four.
Being thrust into such a large family and being the primary care giver to most of them before she’d even started school, she was forced to grow up fast, not really having a child hood because she had to go take care of her siblings. She didn’t find anything wrong with this as that it was the eldest girls job and it just seemed natural that she take on this position. It wasn’t until she started school and learned that not all the other girls had to forfeit going to birthday parties because they had to go home and clean up after their siblings and make sure they were tucked into bed at the correct time.
As the years went on and Paytton entered junior high, the responsibilities became greater as more and more children were added to their ever-expanding family. And as she began to step up more and take more responsibility of each child, her mother became more and more lazy, calling for Paytton whenever someone needed something instead of getting up and doing it for herself. She would sit around day after day and watch TV while Paytton ran around the house cleaning and taking care of all the children. She made the mistake once of mentioning this at the dinner table; that she was tired of always having to be the one to take care of the children. Her father had stood up, thrown his chair across the room. After ordering the children out of the room, he proceeded to beat her within and inch of her life, telling her how hard her mother worked and many other things that she’s done her best to block out.
That was only the beginning of the beatings as her father moved into drinking every night. Fridays were the worst and she was thankful when the children were old enough to be involved with their own things so she could get out. He would beat her three or four times a week no matter how hard she tried to stay out of his way. It would be over the lamest of things. A wrinkled shirt, speck of left over food on a dinner plate, slightly burnt dinner. Anything and everything he would chastise her about and then proceed to beat her.
Not only did she have the physical abuse from her father, but she had somewhat verbal abuse from her mother. She was always reminding Paytton that the ‘silly dancing you’ve been doing’ wasn’t going to get her anywhere. That sooner or later she’d have to give it up and submit to her husband and do as he told her. She would be forced into the ‘woman’s role’ and would have to pretend as though she liked it. The thought disgusted her and she began acting out, doing anything and everything she could to show that she wasn’t going to be like her mother, she was going to make something of her life no matter who told her she couldn’t. This sort of thinking and acting only lead to more and more beatings that grew more and more painful with each punch, slap, or kick.
When the time came for her to graduate and move out of the house, she was thrilled. She would finally be able to leave the grasps of her family and be her own person. Of course she would miss her siblings but they could handle themselves. They weren’t rebelling against their religion so her father wouldn’t have any reason to beat them. He’d only laid a hand on her and she had taken the blame for many things to keep it that way. But as the last semester of her high school years started, she was presented with another family rule. She wasn’t allowed to move out until she married. They claimed it would keep her pure and that she wasn’t ready. But she knew it was only because the next female down, wasn’t quiet ready to take over being the sole care giver. Not wanting to leave her sister in a mess of things, she’s agreed to stay home until she married.
The issue of colleges came up one night over the dinner table and Paytton told her father she didn’t want to go to the Mormon college that was commonly known to her family. She wanted to live her life outside of her religion for a while, be a normal person in a normal world, not one that, she felt, was corrupted. Her parents wouldn’t hear of it and enrolled her in the college. When her aunt, a women who used to be Mormon but refused to accept the religion as hers any longer hear of it, she some how managed to convince her father that going else where was the best thing. On a whim, she applied to LAAA and was accepted. Her father was furious that she was going somewhere that would teach her ‘how to flaunt your body in front of others without moral and fill you head with silly ideas of women being independent.’ However, her Aunt pulled some strings with her father and now here she stands, hope of a better life without her father, mother, religion or abuse a head of her. Volleyball was the only release she had through all of it and now she plans to continue on such a course.
Overall Personality:
Paytton has dedicated her entire life to being nothing like her parents. She doesn’t want to become the abusive parent that her father is nor does she want to be the mother who stands by and watches as her children are beat upon by her husband. She challenges the Mormon faith a lot and disagrees with what is supposed to be the ‘women’s role’. According the her faith, she is supposed to stay home, support her husband, do as he says and provide him with sons. She doesn’t like the idea of simply becoming a house wife when there is so much more to the world that she could be experiencing.
When it comes to her faith, she sits in the pews each sermon and listens to what they have to say but she doesn’t really agree with it and often stands up during the youth night sermons and asks questions that they simply reply to with a bible verse and order her to sit down and not ask such questions. She’s very curious about everything and wants to know everything she can and experience everything. The good, bad and ugly, all of it.
As that she’s a very bubbly and outgoing person, Paytton usually has lots of friends out side of her church. She refuses to hang around only people of her faith, feeling as though a persons decision in religion should not make or break them as friends. She wants very much to break out of the traditional ways of her family and be her own independent person.
Being of the religion she is, dating anyone who isn’t Mormon is considered a bad thing. But that doesn’t stop Paytton and she’s dated a few guys who weren’t of her faith. As soon as they began to ask questions about her bruises that she’d come to school with and tried to coax out of her what they were from, she’d push them away. While she hates her father with a passion, she is embarrassed by the situation and doesn’t want anyone prying into her life. She’s very guarded about some things and it takes a lot to get her out of her shell when it comes to love like that.
Samantha Aram Raylon
Nicknames:
Sam, Sammy
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Straight
Birthday:
06/14/1991
Age:
Eighteen
Year:
Senior
Appearance:
Eyes:Grey
Hair:Black
Righty or Lefty:Right
Scars:Bruises and scars on her back
Piercings/Tattoos:None
Other:None
Weaknesses:
Love, comitment, letting people get close, technology confuses her, extremely submisive, can be guliable at times, not very trusting of people she is dating
Strengths:
generally happy, gets along with almost everyone, always smiling, great friend, sports, makes friend easily, doesn't get mad quickly
Likes:
Classical music, working out, silence, getting out of the house, popcorn, light houses, office supplies, puzzles
Dislikes:
her father, her mother, emu's, technology, having a big family
Secrets:
her father beats her and her mother sits by to watch, is trying to get away from her religion
Goals:
make it to the olympics, get away from her family, let someone in to her life for good.
Family:
Father: John Raylon
Mother: Mary Raylon
Siblings: Grace(17), Hope(16), David(15), Paul(15), Sonya(14), Ryan(11), Quill(9)
Pets:None
Other:None
History:
Paytton was born the oldest of what was to turn into eight other siblings. From day one, she was raised in the strict, Mormon traditions and brought up to believe in every single bit of it. Her parents made sure that she did everything that a moral based lady should do and the house was strict. It wasn’t long until her mom was pregnant again and she was forced to learn to take care of her tiny brother at only age two. Now, her mother didn’t leave it all to her but she was at her side the entire time, watching and learning the proper way to change a diaper and with her mom’s guidance, came to know almost everything there was about taking care of children and luck enough, her mom was pregnant again by the time she was four.
Being thrust into such a large family and being the primary care giver to most of them before she’d even started school, she was forced to grow up fast, not really having a child hood because she had to go take care of her siblings. She didn’t find anything wrong with this as that it was the eldest girls job and it just seemed natural that she take on this position. It wasn’t until she started school and learned that not all the other girls had to forfeit going to birthday parties because they had to go home and clean up after their siblings and make sure they were tucked into bed at the correct time.
As the years went on and Paytton entered junior high, the responsibilities became greater as more and more children were added to their ever-expanding family. And as she began to step up more and take more responsibility of each child, her mother became more and more lazy, calling for Paytton whenever someone needed something instead of getting up and doing it for herself. She would sit around day after day and watch TV while Paytton ran around the house cleaning and taking care of all the children. She made the mistake once of mentioning this at the dinner table; that she was tired of always having to be the one to take care of the children. Her father had stood up, thrown his chair across the room. After ordering the children out of the room, he proceeded to beat her within and inch of her life, telling her how hard her mother worked and many other things that she’s done her best to block out.
That was only the beginning of the beatings as her father moved into drinking every night. Fridays were the worst and she was thankful when the children were old enough to be involved with their own things so she could get out. He would beat her three or four times a week no matter how hard she tried to stay out of his way. It would be over the lamest of things. A wrinkled shirt, speck of left over food on a dinner plate, slightly burnt dinner. Anything and everything he would chastise her about and then proceed to beat her.
Not only did she have the physical abuse from her father, but she had somewhat verbal abuse from her mother. She was always reminding Paytton that the ‘silly dancing you’ve been doing’ wasn’t going to get her anywhere. That sooner or later she’d have to give it up and submit to her husband and do as he told her. She would be forced into the ‘woman’s role’ and would have to pretend as though she liked it. The thought disgusted her and she began acting out, doing anything and everything she could to show that she wasn’t going to be like her mother, she was going to make something of her life no matter who told her she couldn’t. This sort of thinking and acting only lead to more and more beatings that grew more and more painful with each punch, slap, or kick.
When the time came for her to graduate and move out of the house, she was thrilled. She would finally be able to leave the grasps of her family and be her own person. Of course she would miss her siblings but they could handle themselves. They weren’t rebelling against their religion so her father wouldn’t have any reason to beat them. He’d only laid a hand on her and she had taken the blame for many things to keep it that way. But as the last semester of her high school years started, she was presented with another family rule. She wasn’t allowed to move out until she married. They claimed it would keep her pure and that she wasn’t ready. But she knew it was only because the next female down, wasn’t quiet ready to take over being the sole care giver. Not wanting to leave her sister in a mess of things, she’s agreed to stay home until she married.
The issue of colleges came up one night over the dinner table and Paytton told her father she didn’t want to go to the Mormon college that was commonly known to her family. She wanted to live her life outside of her religion for a while, be a normal person in a normal world, not one that, she felt, was corrupted. Her parents wouldn’t hear of it and enrolled her in the college. When her aunt, a women who used to be Mormon but refused to accept the religion as hers any longer hear of it, she some how managed to convince her father that going else where was the best thing. On a whim, she applied to LAAA and was accepted. Her father was furious that she was going somewhere that would teach her ‘how to flaunt your body in front of others without moral and fill you head with silly ideas of women being independent.’ However, her Aunt pulled some strings with her father and now here she stands, hope of a better life without her father, mother, religion or abuse a head of her. Volleyball was the only release she had through all of it and now she plans to continue on such a course.
Overall Personality:
Paytton has dedicated her entire life to being nothing like her parents. She doesn’t want to become the abusive parent that her father is nor does she want to be the mother who stands by and watches as her children are beat upon by her husband. She challenges the Mormon faith a lot and disagrees with what is supposed to be the ‘women’s role’. According the her faith, she is supposed to stay home, support her husband, do as he says and provide him with sons. She doesn’t like the idea of simply becoming a house wife when there is so much more to the world that she could be experiencing.
When it comes to her faith, she sits in the pews each sermon and listens to what they have to say but she doesn’t really agree with it and often stands up during the youth night sermons and asks questions that they simply reply to with a bible verse and order her to sit down and not ask such questions. She’s very curious about everything and wants to know everything she can and experience everything. The good, bad and ugly, all of it.
As that she’s a very bubbly and outgoing person, Paytton usually has lots of friends out side of her church. She refuses to hang around only people of her faith, feeling as though a persons decision in religion should not make or break them as friends. She wants very much to break out of the traditional ways of her family and be her own independent person.
Being of the religion she is, dating anyone who isn’t Mormon is considered a bad thing. But that doesn’t stop Paytton and she’s dated a few guys who weren’t of her faith. As soon as they began to ask questions about her bruises that she’d come to school with and tried to coax out of her what they were from, she’d push them away. While she hates her father with a passion, she is embarrassed by the situation and doesn’t want anyone prying into her life. She’s very guarded about some things and it takes a lot to get her out of her shell when it comes to love like that.