Laila Rainier Milano

On a good day....


Character Stats:

Age: 24
Date of Birth: February 15, 4984
Height: 5' 7" or so
Weight: 122 lbs.
Eyes: Sapphire Blue
Hair: Various shades of brown
Parents: Father - Andrew Milano
Siblings: None Known

Rough and tumble? Outspoken and sometimes crass? Oh you must mean Laila. Muster extraordinaire. She's a big talker, but a terrible liar. Good with a gun, but terrible with a sword. She can cuss more than any sailor you would ever meet, but she's trying to curb that, much to her fathers insistance. She can fight, bite, scream, yell, ride, plan and lead anything you put in front of her... But gullible she is, she'd believe there was ocean front property in Arizona... if such a place existed anymore. She could care less for politics and etiquette. No, that isn't her. But give her something to blow up or shoot and she was right on top of it.

Her father raised her alone, and well.. he wasn't sure exactly what to do with a daughter, so he took her to hang out with him and the guys. At first they all thought it was humorous, a little girl, walking behind her father, spitting when he did, cursing when he did, frowning and yelling when he did. It was in fact, rather cute. Endearing almost. Until she reached her teens. She had been hanging out with only men her entire life, and she was improving her shot, her father was making sure she was learning, she would tag along everywhere. When she had learned to outshoot him, he realized his daughter was almost more of a man than he was. He would watch her, dressing like a man, acting like a man.. and knew he had failed somewhere. Oh sure, he had a warrior on his hands, one of the toughest he had ever seen before, and that was saying a lot. But where was the girl underneath the rough exterior?

He decided to work with her, to send her to a friend of the family. He wanted to teach her how to act like a woman. Much to Laila's dismay, she was forced to wear a dress and act like a girl. For about a week. She protested in such ways that shocked and scared the teacher. She would smoke, she would curse, she would cut any dress in her possession to ribbons. Even the teacher... her long beautiful hair... Laila snuck into her room one night and sheared it all off, thus getting kicked from the lessons and forced to go home to her father. Which is where she wanted to be in the first place. Her father was disappointed in her for the first time in her life. She had let him down and even earned an enemy in the process. She began hanging out with a guy from the wrong side of the city, he got her into drugs for a brief period. About a month. Her father jerked her out of that situation and decided to train her even more. He guided her in riding, tactics, leadership, shooting and marksmanship, heavy artillery and using weapons like grenades and tanks. He had to find some way to save her from her self destructive path.

Laila was set. She was the toughest acting, talking, walking, shooting woman around. And she was proud of it. Oh yeah, she was proud. She tried to keep ties with her friend from the other side of town, the one who had gotten her into drugs during that brief period. Though she was not into the drug scene anymore they did each other favors when needed. Now, at the age of 24, she is mostly set in her ways, although she does remember some of the lessons taught during the time she was at the school for girls, to learn how to act like one. During the quieter moments, you may catch a glimpse of her more feminine side.

Figured You Out - Nickelback

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Wvw6GrpmN4

I like your pants around your feet
I like the dirt that's on your knees
And I like the way you still say please
While you're looking up at me
You're like my favourite damn disease

And I love the places that we go
And I love the people that you know
And I love the way you can't say no
Too many long lines in a row
I love the powder on your nose

Ooooh
And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figure you out
And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figure you out

I like the freckles on your chest
And I like the way you like me best
And I like the way you're not impressed,
While you put me to the test
I like the wine stains on your dress

And I love the way you pass the check
And I love the good times that you wreck
And I love your lack of self respect
While you're passed out on the deck
I love my hands around your neck

And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figure you out
And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figure you out

I love your pants around your feet
And I love the dirt that's on your knees
And I like the way you still say please
While you're looking up at me
You're like my favourite damn disease

And I hate the places that we go
And I hate the people that you know
And I hate the way you can't say no
Too many long lines in a row
I hate the powder on your nose

Description

Laila has a pair of sapphire blue eyes, almost riveting in their appearance, most times they would be the first thing one would notice about her. They have a steely look in their depths. Her hair, a dark brown color, and is long and wavy and reaches past her shoulders, when she keeps it down. Most times it's swept up into a haphazard style that rests at the crown of her head, with wavy tendrils spilling free around her face and neck. She is approximately five and a half feet tall, maybe an inch or two less. She has a tattoo on her left shoulder.

She has the the long hair and the curves of a woman, but her body is covered in unflattering clothing, desert camo boots laced up to her knees, desert camo pants tucked inside and a tan button up men's style shirt a few sizes too big for her tucked inside the pants. Over this is a tan jacket that has seen better days. No earrings, no jewelry of any sort. What you see is what you get with her.