Post by haxxeeboo on Aug 17, 2009 1:08:35 GMT -5
age and birthday ,[/color] sixteen; october thirteenth, nineteen ninety three.
height ,[/color] 5'6"
body type ,[/color] slim
sexuality ,[/color] straight
relationship status ,[/color] single
play - by ,[/color] shailene woodley
group ,[/color] high school student; junior[/ul]
drawing, painting, ballet, colours, reading, movies, video games, animals, book stores, camping, chocolate, sour candy, music, blue, purple, alice in wonderland, the cheshire cat, ice cream, staying up late, sleeping in, little kids, dressing up, long hair, jeans, her laptop, the sun, fall, watching storms.
dislikes ,[/color]
math, fakes, liars, black, fighting, bugs, annoyingly persistent people, people that won’t admit they’re wrong, war, cigarettes, alcohol, change, awkward silences, rap music, country music, when people abuse the term “emo”, running, people who judge her before they know her, stuck up people, the rain, being told what to do (though she often follows orders anyway), drama, blood, being stared at.
fears ,[/color]
being alone forever, getting hurt, being talked about, spiders, the dark, scary movies, motorcycles, elevators, pushy guys, dying, being raped, being kidnapped.
habits ,[/color]
fidgeting, biting her nails, playing with her hair.
flaws ,[/color]
self-conscious, spaces off a lot, quiet, shy, somewhat a hypocrite, gets easily jealous, gets pissed off easily, pessimistic, over thinks things, too cautious, very clumsy, easily embarrassed.
personality ,[/color]
Alice is the kind of girl who prefers being alone. Not that she minds the company of others, but it's easier for her to go on her own than feel awkward and unsure around other people. She’s very sweet and polite, but not very outgoing. She's an amazing friend and would never ditch you, even after you did something you know was a big mistake. She's likely to understand your point of view, as she is not naive, and always looks at the situation from every angle. Despite all this, she is a quick, but good judge of character, and can't help but criticize everyone she sees - though she would never utter the comments aloud, and always keeps her thoughts to herself. It has always been easy for her to point out the good things in others, as well as the things they really needed to change. She's always been so quick to judge, so no wonder she's always thought others would so easily judge her the same way. But, even being conscious of this fact, she's still so very paranoid. She's extremely quiet and keeps to herself most of the time, and it's a rare you'll ever see her telling you something personal or rant about something that happened before.
Alice doesn’t trust easily because she’s scared of getting hurt, though she's very trustworthy herself - and has become quite the liar because of it. She's what you might say is a great actor, and knows how to lie off the top of her head without really thinking about it much. It's something she's come so accustomed to that it seems too late for her to change, and if you ever get the chance to talk to her, you'll probably just be hearing a jumble of lies mixed with half-truths, even if you've known her since she was a little kid. But despite the web of lies she's created, you'll rarely catch her in the middle of one, and she usually gets by just fine by lying about half her life. Usually she'll lie about the way she really feels about something - she won't tell if you if she's upset, chances are, and goes through a lot of pain just to avoid conflict. She's so kind and patient that others tend to use her, but she just lets them walk all over her, for she's very forgiving. It always comes off to be a good quality to many others, but in reality, all it causes her is a lot of hurt.
Being shy and self-conscious as she is, Alice has completely opposite thoughts from her sweet and innocent act. Really, her thoughts aren't particularly mean, but she rants in her head most of the time, and you know what they say - If you let all that anger and sorrow pile up in your head, it's going to have to boil over somehow. It's pretty easy to annoy her, something she got from her father, but she tries not to ever let it out after the nasty fights she’s gotten into with even the best of her friends after she got fed up with them. So, her thoughts are usually pretty rude and sarcastic, filled with cusses and things that you'll never see until she's really pissed off. However, she does get annoyed pretty easily, even if she doesn't show it - and can be a real bitch when she wants to. Then, of course, regrets it all later. Usually she's imagining things in her mind that will never, ever happen, but that she wishes she had the courage to actually do - whether they're good or bad things. Really, most of the time, she won't stand up for herself. She has absolutely no courage, and hardly believes in herself. She doesn't usually have much determination, and doesn't set many goals for herself. Unlike many other girls her age, she hates being in the spotlight, and most of all, hates being stared at. Just can't stand it at all. Really, it's not like they know what the hell's going on anyway, so they should just back off in stop sticking their nose into other people's business - or at least coming from Alice's point of view. She knows how very horribly she does under pressure, or even just being stared at while she's doing something, so she tries to avoid those kinds of things at any situation.
At times Alice can get very upset about the smallest things. Because she is so sensitive, the littlest of things can make her, or break her. If something bad happens to her, she could be sad for a long time, and tends to just shut people out. She's pretty quiet in general, so usually no one bothers to ask if something's wrong, even if it's so clear in her eyes and her voice that she's upset about something. She's so very sensitive and every little thing sends triggers off in her mind - one comment can make her shut up, just like that. However, she isn't always like this, and can totally open up around her friends if she's close enough with them. It's easy to make her smile and laugh, and the littlest of things can cheer her up. She can be nice and funny if you're the same around her, so long as you're the one to start the conversation. Alice isn't so great about meeting new people and making friends, as it's usually pretty awkward with her because she can never think of what to talk about. But, once you seem nice and friendly enough, you can get her talking and smiling like any other girl. It all depends on what you say to her and how you act.
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dad - bryan emerson, forty-two, businessman (ohohho how interesting am i with these jobs eh?)
mom - carla emerson, forty, n/a
siblings ,[/color]
older sister -sophie emerson, would be nineteen; deceased (see history)
little brother - sam emerson, five; starting kindergarten
other family ,[/color]
uuum.. n/a.
history ,[/color]
Alice was brought into the world on October 13, 1993 in Seattle, Washington. At the time, she already had an older sister, Sophie, who was 3 years old. Alice grew up in the shadow of her sister, always coming up second best, and it made her much less outgoing and confident, the way her sister was. She always seemed to be better than Alice - prettier, smarter, made more friends. The two sisters got along fine, and Alice played as though the two were best of friends - in fact, they were for a while. Sohpie and her talked about everything - from gossip at school to boys to just random stuff. But secretly Alice envied her, almost hated her because she was just so perfect. But really, she knew that she couldn't hate her sister - they never fought or did anything stupid to each other, and now it makes her sick that she had felt like she hated her so much. There wasn't a ton of drama or tragedy going on in Alice's life for the longest time - everything would have been pretty damn close to perfect if her sister hadn't been out with her friends that night, only a few months ago.
School had just ended, and Sophie had just graduated high school. She and her friends were out at a party until who knows what time - now, it's nothing but a blur to Alice. Sophie was driving home with two other girls, who were wasted in the back seat. She had messed up the directions to one of the girl's houses and as she drove down a dark, unfamiliar street, someone was standing in the middle of the road. She had slammed on the brakes before she could hit him, and could've sworn she saw him laughing. He came up to the car and she rolled down her window to ask why he was just standing there like that, ready to start yelling at him, when he pulled open the door and shoved her into the passenger seat. He drove off to his house, which was out in the middle of nowhere, with no neighbor's around at all. She was scared as hell, but he'd taken their phones as soon as he'd seen them and threatened that he would kill them. He shoved them into his house and drugged them, with what Alice wasn't sure of. All three girls were raped by the guys that were there, and stabbed over and over again in an attempt to kill them.
A car passing by had heard someone screaming and immediately called the cops - if he hadn't, who knows how long it would have been before they were found out. All three girls were rushed to the hospital, as they were all still alive. Sophie's friends had ended up with permanent brain damage, one with paralysis; Sophie had fallen into a coma. Alice and her parents were sickened by the story and what had happened to the girls, and were worried that their daughter wouldn't make it, or end up with something like her friends. Only a week had passed before Sophie passed away. Alice and her family were extremely upset, and Alice was numb by her sister's death and what had happened to her. Her entire family was shocked, and Alice didn't have the stomach to go to court with them. The three men were given a death sentence - Alice was relieved, but only barely. It had scarred her terribly - even if it hadn't happened to her, hearing the story and seeing her sister like that was enough to make her fear for her life every time she comes close to a guy that's a little too pushy.
A week after all of this had happened, Alice's parents decided that it was time for a change. They were sick of all the crime and bad memories Seattle brought to them, so Alice's mom talked to her friend about moving. Her friend had moved to Hilo a long time ago, and finally they were convinced that they should move here. Now Alice and her family could have a fresh start - a do over, something that most people don't get. Now she's free of all the rumours and crap going around about her - and set up to take on new ones. She's scared to start over again, as she isn't the best at making new friends, but hopes she'll survive it... and that nothing like what happened to her sister will ever happen to her.
(I couldn't find a suitable place to put this, but her little brother was born 4 years before she moved to Hilo.) [/ul]
age ,[/color] …thirteen.
years of experience ,[/color] two years. (heh)
gender ,[/color] girlyy.
anything else ,[/color] uuhm nope.
role playing sample ,[/color]
I walked along the rough concrete pathway, concentrating in the ground in front of me so I wouldn't trip over a rock (like last time...) I gave a little mental sigh at my own clumsiness. Sometimes I could be so swift and graceful, might you call it, but when I'm spacing off, or even slightly out of it or tired... It could be a mix for utter disaster and humiliation. So, anyway, I tried to avoid the non-threatening-looking-but-really-meant-for-disaster rocks while I walked along the edge of the courtyard. It was a bright and sunny spring day, though still cold from the winter that never seemed to want to go away. ('Cause really, the snow and the freezing weather really needed to pick up its pace and leave.) A few small robins twittered through the air above me, fluttering from tree to tree as they happily chirped to each other. Their pretty songs made me want to sing myself, and I began to quietly hum to myself, one of my favorite songs lately. I was very obviously not the person to randomly break out into song anyway, especially when I was in fact alone. It sounded weird for anyone to do, honestly, but I knew people who totally would anyway, without a second thought. In some ways, I wish I was like that - spontaneous and funny and outgoing. In others, I might say I was lucky not to be. A gentle, cool breeze brushed past me suddenly, and I felt a shiver shoot down my spine like lightning, and after it, the cold tremors began, like a domino effect. I didn't know why this happened to me; the whole randomly spastic shivering. It happened when I was watching scary movies, too, even if I wasn't that scared or even cold at all. Maybe there was something wrong with me. There were several other symptoms that could've followed up with the "something wrong with me" theory, too, but I didn't want to spoil my good mood. Even Fridays, good moods were rare for me lately, and it took only one little thing to piss me off or upset me to the point of tears - whether they were out of sorrow or plain frustration.
My hair bounced gently against my back in a familiar pattern as I walked, and I twirled around in a circle as I suddenly flitted off the path and toward a shady-looking oak tree nearby. Yep, I was definitely in a good mood. Today I had on a bright indigo, v-neck sweater with dark jeans underneath, and my usual slippers (with soles, so the teachers have no reason to yell at me anymore). A purple bow pinned back my hair on my left side, and all of my hair was pushed behind my ears, something I didn't often do. I clutched my notebook to my chest as I crouched down and, finally, plopped on the soft, slightly-wet grass below me. I stared at my feet as I pulled them up 'til they nearly touched my chest, then leaned back against the tree and started to open my notebook, flipping through the pages gently as I looked for the dog-eared page I'd left off on. Lately I'd been into song-writing, but, as usual, I wasn't able to finish any of them. On the rare occasion of a nice day, while I was in a good mood, I'd decided to spend some time in the sunlight while I wracked my brain for rhymes and hidden meanings and tempos and all those other things I could preoccupy myself with. It seemed like a good enough plan, though the day would probably pass quickly, and I'd have to go back inside at some point. So anyway. It was quietly peaceful out here, and though not completely empty, I was one of the only ones sitting out here in the courtyard, despite the lovely weather. I tugged on the sleeves of my sweater toward my fingers as I often did. Jeesh, couldn't I go one minute without fidgeting? I couldn't help it, though. Without hardly realizing it I'd ran my fingers through my hair, too, absent-mindedly as I drew swirls on the half-finished page, trying to get my stupid purple gel pen to work, so amused with this that I hadn't bothered to look up, hadn't bothered to pay attention to the footsteps in the grass, which seemed to get louder with every second...
My hair bounced gently against my back in a familiar pattern as I walked, and I twirled around in a circle as I suddenly flitted off the path and toward a shady-looking oak tree nearby. Yep, I was definitely in a good mood. Today I had on a bright indigo, v-neck sweater with dark jeans underneath, and my usual slippers (with soles, so the teachers have no reason to yell at me anymore). A purple bow pinned back my hair on my left side, and all of my hair was pushed behind my ears, something I didn't often do. I clutched my notebook to my chest as I crouched down and, finally, plopped on the soft, slightly-wet grass below me. I stared at my feet as I pulled them up 'til they nearly touched my chest, then leaned back against the tree and started to open my notebook, flipping through the pages gently as I looked for the dog-eared page I'd left off on. Lately I'd been into song-writing, but, as usual, I wasn't able to finish any of them. On the rare occasion of a nice day, while I was in a good mood, I'd decided to spend some time in the sunlight while I wracked my brain for rhymes and hidden meanings and tempos and all those other things I could preoccupy myself with. It seemed like a good enough plan, though the day would probably pass quickly, and I'd have to go back inside at some point. So anyway. It was quietly peaceful out here, and though not completely empty, I was one of the only ones sitting out here in the courtyard, despite the lovely weather. I tugged on the sleeves of my sweater toward my fingers as I often did. Jeesh, couldn't I go one minute without fidgeting? I couldn't help it, though. Without hardly realizing it I'd ran my fingers through my hair, too, absent-mindedly as I drew swirls on the half-finished page, trying to get my stupid purple gel pen to work, so amused with this that I hadn't bothered to look up, hadn't bothered to pay attention to the footsteps in the grass, which seemed to get louder with every second...
Ehh it's kinda crappy but it's the only human post I have saved. I haven't roleplayed people since like February, so excuse my craptastic posts :x This is in first person, yeah, but I'll be posting in third person here (;[/ul][/size][/color][/font]
