Post by Alli Wood on May 11, 2008 18:50:54 GMT -5
Name: Alli Wood
Age: 18
Grade: College Freshman
Emotion: Love
Appearance: Standing at 5'6 and weighing 113 pounds is Miss Alli Wood. The soft wind always loves to play with her medium length light brown hair. Her blue eyes dark as the midnight sky glisten in the warm sunlight that peaks through the leafs of the tree she always sits in at lunch. Her very pale skin usually makes Alli look like a ghost that got lost in a mess of humans.
Alli's style is ... different. Usually she wears crazy clothes and her rainbow leg warmers. The only thing that she always wears is her silver start necklace that her brother gave her. On her left cheek is a long scar that her mother gave her when she was younger.
On her back more scars lay scattered from her past. Her poutless lips usually are open she is screaming with laughter.
"What I look like? I just told but, here you are. The wind loves to play with my long light brown hair as I watch the night sky that is as dark blue as my eyes. My skin is pale and almost matches the moon. I am like the night, welcoming and mysterious. "
Photo:
PB: Vee!
Personality: Alli never truly fit in. She always was different. A name she hears from a lot of people is 'weird'. But she is fine with it because she knows she is just being herself. She is very hyper and loves to mess around.
Though strange, Alli has never been afraid. Give her a challenge, she'll take it by the horns. She also loves adventures. Every full moon she ventures out into the Forbidden Forest And she has spent her fare share of time in the headmaster's office. There is nothing that she wouldn't do. By being different, she is definitely bold. She will stick up for anything that she doesn't believe is right and will fight for the cause. A lot of times she doesn't think about the outcome, just does what ever she wants and d**n the consequence.
When alone she can be very emotional. With all that has happened in her life, it's hard not to be. Her friends are always nice to her and she returns the favor. If you need help with something, she'll help.
"My personality? Honestly? Okay, well here it goes. I have always been called 'the weird girl' and frankly, I don't mind. I don't care what people think about. I am very outgoing and do what ever I please. Not having a good mother when I was young had made me not listen to the authority. My brother likes to call me his little rebel.
I am very kind and caring to all of my friends. I know how to understand people and their problems for I have many of my own. Outside of the Gryffindor students, I don't really have many friends even though I am the opposite of shy. I love to be weird and anything that is out of the ordinary."
But now after her "change" she is always feeling the need to be loved by someone.
History: CRASH
The brakes slammed but it was not soon enough. The next thing remember was sitting next to my mum in the hospital. At age six, it was scary to see your mother hooked up to all these machines that you have no clue what they do. My little hand rest in her bigger one. I still remember how her perfect smile glowed even then. The nurse came in with a glum expression. "Miss Wood, I am sorry to say but you do not have much longer" he said, avoiding my puzzled face.
At that time I did not know what she had meant by that. My mum began to quickly tell how much she loved me and how she would always love me. Her hand began to slip from mine and I knew. Salty tears began to fall from my cheeks and I squeezed my mum's hand. "Alli, I will always be with you. I am so proud of you," She spoke her last words with all of her effort. The constant beeping became one long beep. I could hear one of the nurses outside the little room say, "She's gone."
My dad wasn't there for any of it. He was out with his buddies when it happened so they could not reach him. When he cam home, he no longer had a wife. But what was worse was he blamed it all on me. That night he beat me. He beat me so bad that I still have every one of those scars still. That was the beginning of what I know call life.
He never let me do anything from there on out. I go to school, sometimes go to the park and draw and then come home. I always was rejected by all the kids at school so I had no friends. But when I was eleven, that changed. I was sitting on a bench drawing when all of a sudden, I was being pelted by pine cones. I grabbed one that missed me and got on of the people back. I giggled. But then the pine cones came even harder. On of the popular girls from school, Stephanie, got up and told people to stop it, that it was mean. Obviously they did. Steph basically ruled the school back then.
That was the start of our friendship. Once people saw Steph ad I together, she lost her throne. She didn't seem to mind to all though. Steph has brought me an escaped from the hell I call life. Without her, I would have been a loner forever.
RP Sample: Looking up in the midnight sky I think. Dreaming of my dreams. Dreaming of my wishes. My full moon dreams. Seeing the stars stretch for eternity, I wish I could be as beautiful. I wish I could have their bright glow. I dream of getting out of this hell.
My full moon dreams I want to fulfill. Spreading my wings and taking off. Closing my eyes and being somewhere else. Take a deep breath and sigh. I open my eyes and I am still here. Sitting on the grass and feeling the soft fall of rain. I listen to the chirping of crickets, and dream of things that I find impossible.
If I set my mind to it, people say, you can do anything. I tried and failed multiple times. I'm still sitting here dreaming of my full moon dreams. I wish I could succeed in them. Looking up at the full moon, I think of the impossible. My full moon dreams I can't fulfill. Who would want to take in such a horror? All my scars, all my fears of falling. If I could I would be crying. My full moon dreams.
And here is another.
BEEP BEEP BEEP
A hand that had many doodles on it slowly rose from the mess of sheets and reached for the noise maker. Her hand could not find the snooze button, but once it did, the clock did not shut up. The annoying beeping continued as a moan escaped her lips.
Monday morning. Not the best time of the week. The petite girl sat up in her bed and threw the clock across the purple and white room. "Thank God," she as she sank back under the covers. A knock on the door signaled that Emmet was coming.
"Come on Alli. It's time you get up," The twenty one year old said, sitting on the edge of her bed. No response came from the girl. "Okay," Emmet stated with a smile. He reached his long arms towards the center of the bed and grabbed her body. When he got the sheets off of her, he could see a sixteen yea old girl in a yellow tank top and Super Man boxers. He slung Alli over his shoulder and carried her down the hall and towards the front door.
"No!" she yelped through a fit of laughs. The door opened and the next moment, she was sitting on the grass outside, soaking from the rain. She rolled her dark blue eyes and went back inside the house, heading for the shower.
After the warm water woke her up, she pranced back to her room to find some clothes in the mess. Shirts and pants were lying everywhere while she continued her search of an outfit. Once she found some dark skinny jeans, a neon yellow t-shirt and her rainbow leg warmers, the search was not over. "Oh where is that petticoat," All muttered to herself.
After giving up on finding the petticoat she slipped on her worn out red Converse and put on a black and white jacket. "Alli! Breakfast!" Emmet shouted from the kitchen. She ran there, nearly slipping on the puddles that she brought in earlier. An omelet sat steaming on the black and white counter for her.
After eating, she finally was ready to go. She grabbed her keys which were on an Invader Zim key chain and headed out into the rain. She smiled at her lime green and white VW Van. She didn't really care that it was a little beat up, she still loved it.
"When the sun found the moon, she was drinking tea in a garden in the middle of summer," She sand along to her Panic at the Disco cd that was blaring. When she pulled into a parking space at the high school, she sat in there, listening to her music and waiting for more people to come.
Age: 18
Grade: College Freshman
Emotion: Love
Appearance: Standing at 5'6 and weighing 113 pounds is Miss Alli Wood. The soft wind always loves to play with her medium length light brown hair. Her blue eyes dark as the midnight sky glisten in the warm sunlight that peaks through the leafs of the tree she always sits in at lunch. Her very pale skin usually makes Alli look like a ghost that got lost in a mess of humans.
Alli's style is ... different. Usually she wears crazy clothes and her rainbow leg warmers. The only thing that she always wears is her silver start necklace that her brother gave her. On her left cheek is a long scar that her mother gave her when she was younger.
On her back more scars lay scattered from her past. Her poutless lips usually are open she is screaming with laughter.
"What I look like? I just told but, here you are. The wind loves to play with my long light brown hair as I watch the night sky that is as dark blue as my eyes. My skin is pale and almost matches the moon. I am like the night, welcoming and mysterious. "
Photo:
PB: Vee!
Personality: Alli never truly fit in. She always was different. A name she hears from a lot of people is 'weird'. But she is fine with it because she knows she is just being herself. She is very hyper and loves to mess around.
Though strange, Alli has never been afraid. Give her a challenge, she'll take it by the horns. She also loves adventures. Every full moon she ventures out into the Forbidden Forest And she has spent her fare share of time in the headmaster's office. There is nothing that she wouldn't do. By being different, she is definitely bold. She will stick up for anything that she doesn't believe is right and will fight for the cause. A lot of times she doesn't think about the outcome, just does what ever she wants and d**n the consequence.
When alone she can be very emotional. With all that has happened in her life, it's hard not to be. Her friends are always nice to her and she returns the favor. If you need help with something, she'll help.
"My personality? Honestly? Okay, well here it goes. I have always been called 'the weird girl' and frankly, I don't mind. I don't care what people think about. I am very outgoing and do what ever I please. Not having a good mother when I was young had made me not listen to the authority. My brother likes to call me his little rebel.
I am very kind and caring to all of my friends. I know how to understand people and their problems for I have many of my own. Outside of the Gryffindor students, I don't really have many friends even though I am the opposite of shy. I love to be weird and anything that is out of the ordinary."
But now after her "change" she is always feeling the need to be loved by someone.
History: CRASH
The brakes slammed but it was not soon enough. The next thing remember was sitting next to my mum in the hospital. At age six, it was scary to see your mother hooked up to all these machines that you have no clue what they do. My little hand rest in her bigger one. I still remember how her perfect smile glowed even then. The nurse came in with a glum expression. "Miss Wood, I am sorry to say but you do not have much longer" he said, avoiding my puzzled face.
At that time I did not know what she had meant by that. My mum began to quickly tell how much she loved me and how she would always love me. Her hand began to slip from mine and I knew. Salty tears began to fall from my cheeks and I squeezed my mum's hand. "Alli, I will always be with you. I am so proud of you," She spoke her last words with all of her effort. The constant beeping became one long beep. I could hear one of the nurses outside the little room say, "She's gone."
My dad wasn't there for any of it. He was out with his buddies when it happened so they could not reach him. When he cam home, he no longer had a wife. But what was worse was he blamed it all on me. That night he beat me. He beat me so bad that I still have every one of those scars still. That was the beginning of what I know call life.
He never let me do anything from there on out. I go to school, sometimes go to the park and draw and then come home. I always was rejected by all the kids at school so I had no friends. But when I was eleven, that changed. I was sitting on a bench drawing when all of a sudden, I was being pelted by pine cones. I grabbed one that missed me and got on of the people back. I giggled. But then the pine cones came even harder. On of the popular girls from school, Stephanie, got up and told people to stop it, that it was mean. Obviously they did. Steph basically ruled the school back then.
That was the start of our friendship. Once people saw Steph ad I together, she lost her throne. She didn't seem to mind to all though. Steph has brought me an escaped from the hell I call life. Without her, I would have been a loner forever.
RP Sample: Looking up in the midnight sky I think. Dreaming of my dreams. Dreaming of my wishes. My full moon dreams. Seeing the stars stretch for eternity, I wish I could be as beautiful. I wish I could have their bright glow. I dream of getting out of this hell.
My full moon dreams I want to fulfill. Spreading my wings and taking off. Closing my eyes and being somewhere else. Take a deep breath and sigh. I open my eyes and I am still here. Sitting on the grass and feeling the soft fall of rain. I listen to the chirping of crickets, and dream of things that I find impossible.
If I set my mind to it, people say, you can do anything. I tried and failed multiple times. I'm still sitting here dreaming of my full moon dreams. I wish I could succeed in them. Looking up at the full moon, I think of the impossible. My full moon dreams I can't fulfill. Who would want to take in such a horror? All my scars, all my fears of falling. If I could I would be crying. My full moon dreams.
And here is another.
BEEP BEEP BEEP
A hand that had many doodles on it slowly rose from the mess of sheets and reached for the noise maker. Her hand could not find the snooze button, but once it did, the clock did not shut up. The annoying beeping continued as a moan escaped her lips.
Monday morning. Not the best time of the week. The petite girl sat up in her bed and threw the clock across the purple and white room. "Thank God," she as she sank back under the covers. A knock on the door signaled that Emmet was coming.
"Come on Alli. It's time you get up," The twenty one year old said, sitting on the edge of her bed. No response came from the girl. "Okay," Emmet stated with a smile. He reached his long arms towards the center of the bed and grabbed her body. When he got the sheets off of her, he could see a sixteen yea old girl in a yellow tank top and Super Man boxers. He slung Alli over his shoulder and carried her down the hall and towards the front door.
"No!" she yelped through a fit of laughs. The door opened and the next moment, she was sitting on the grass outside, soaking from the rain. She rolled her dark blue eyes and went back inside the house, heading for the shower.
After the warm water woke her up, she pranced back to her room to find some clothes in the mess. Shirts and pants were lying everywhere while she continued her search of an outfit. Once she found some dark skinny jeans, a neon yellow t-shirt and her rainbow leg warmers, the search was not over. "Oh where is that petticoat," All muttered to herself.
After giving up on finding the petticoat she slipped on her worn out red Converse and put on a black and white jacket. "Alli! Breakfast!" Emmet shouted from the kitchen. She ran there, nearly slipping on the puddles that she brought in earlier. An omelet sat steaming on the black and white counter for her.
After eating, she finally was ready to go. She grabbed her keys which were on an Invader Zim key chain and headed out into the rain. She smiled at her lime green and white VW Van. She didn't really care that it was a little beat up, she still loved it.
"When the sun found the moon, she was drinking tea in a garden in the middle of summer," She sand along to her Panic at the Disco cd that was blaring. When she pulled into a parking space at the high school, she sat in there, listening to her music and waiting for more people to come.
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