Post by Alanna Cambridge on Aug 21, 2007 15:33:56 GMT -5
Name: delilah ronnie jay
Age: seventeen
How Long Have You Been RPing?: nine years.
Contact?: just pm me.
Basics
Full Name: Alanna Marie Cambridge
Age: eighteen
Grade: senior
Marital Status: single
Appearance:[/u]
Physical Appearance:
Alanna is, and not to sound conceited, beautiful. Honestly, that is in literal terms what she is. Her skin is a natural deep color of caramel and had been since birth, there is no consistent tanning on her body. Her skin is always softened by the lathering of lotions she applicates daily, and there is always a sweet smelling scent coming from her figure. For every day she feels a different way, she wears a different scent, of course which scent means what will always be a mystery. She stands at a petite 5'7, not too tall, but not exceptionally short, she likes her height and has no grudges against it. Her small body weighs 115lbs, skinny, but not so skinny that you obtain the appearance of being frail and sickly. Alanna held the appearance of a beautiful porcelain doll, only she wasn't as delicate and breakable. Alanna was quite the southern Belle, wasn't she?
Her eyes were large and bright, her pupils over flooding with the deep coloration of a steel blue, the lightest flecks of hazel green intertwining with the solidity of the steel blue. Her large eyes were framed with thick, curled black eyelashes and her face was made of high cheekbones, a full pair of pale pink lips and a rounded chin and a heart achingly contagious smile. A long, slim neck connecting to a well-portioned body that was clad in multiple styles of clothing. Varieties of colors and patterns, often different types of jeans. Her long legs were made for running which is why you usually saw her in track and swimming, her long arms connected to medium-sized hands which held lithe fingers with lacquered nails. Alanna's face was framed with a curtain of chestnut and honey highlighted hair, reaching down to about her mid-back and often set in loose curls.
Clothing Style:
You can often find Alanna in a variety of colors and patterns. Her favorite choice of attire would have to be anything with polka dots and splashes. Alanna loves to dress outrageously, seeing as people often label her as a preppy snob, she adores when they're proven so wrong. Alanna wears tiaras, bangles, pearls, beads, bottlecap necklaces, seashells, all sorts of rings and so much more. She has a tendenct to consistantly wear a studded belt backwards on her jeans which some people find cute or out there at times. Her jeans are always long legged so they sometimes cover part of her shoes and get torn at the bottom, not that she has a problem with that whatsoever.
Alanna also has a tendency to always wear flats on her feet. Pink, black, white, whatever color as long as they are flats.
Any markings/scars/tattoos/piercings?: tongue - peirced with silver ball. navel - peirced with silver ring.
Personality:
Personality:
You would think that since Alanna is so beautiful, that because she is popular, that, like most populars, she's a complete bitch, correct? Oh but how wrong you are. Alanna does not possess the stereotypical personality of a little queen bee, oh no. Alanna is the exact opposite, her sweetness is genuine -it's sincere. Being as benign as she is is what got her her popularity, her sweet and good natured personality around others and her concern for others. Alanna was born a caring person, always taking others emotions into consideration, always questioning if she could be of any help. Responsible and determined, a girl who you knew was going to go far in life. All around perfect? You couldn't be more wrong. Alanna may be all those thing -responsible, caring, helpful, determined and such, but that's only half of the story.
Alanna may have been an absolute american sweetheart but when the doors closed it was a different story. Rebellious, wild and silly. The girl was bright, very smart so when the students decide to overthrow the school system they better know that Alanna will be there every step, instructing them on the best ways to hit them hard. This girl was not the kind you'd want to mess with because she may be gentle, but cross her and you can regret it. It doesn't matter who you are, Alanna does not tolerate disrespect in any form. You can joke around, but as soon as it gets serious, you're done, Alanna will figure out a way to get you back and twice as hard. Her determination was what made her a force to be reckoned with, her stubbornness. Alanna refused to give up, she refused to let others rule her life. Alanna wanted to be something great, and she'd prove she could do that on her own.
Hobbies:
[♥] Writing
[♥] Reading
[♥] Singing
[♥] Acting
[♥] Dancing
[♥] Swimming
[♥] Horse-back riding
[♥] Drawing
[♥] Track
Likes:
[♥] shopping
[♥] swimming
[♥] flirting
[♥] boys
[♥] animals
[♥] reading
[♥] traveling
[♥] psychiatry
[♥] writing
[♥] rainy days
[♥] road trip
Dislikes:
[-] sluts
[-] people who judge her at first glance
[-] idiocy
[-] hunting
[-] players
[-] broken hearts
[-] rap songs
[-] being forced to do something
[-] dumb blonds
[-] stereotypes
[-] certain illiteracy
History:[/u]
Personal History:
No I won't start the story with Once Upon the Time or On the day of something and other, Alanna was born. It's tacky and uninteresting. So instead, I decided to start with those sentences, now I will shift into the repetitive tackiness of the night of Alanna's birth. Alanna was born on August 24th only, the night of her birth was also the night of a death. As Alanna took in her first breath, her mother took her last. It was eerily accurate that she died, the minute Alanna was technically born. Their breathes had matched, last and first. Tragic, isn't it? Well stories are not always going to begin with that once in a lifetime once upon a time. Alanna was trusted in the hands of her father who raised her to be an upstanding child. Of course he had difficulties looking at Alanna because of her resemblence to his lost love, but he overcame it and loved Alanna more then he had anyone besides her mother. This was his child, his baby girl. Soon, though, the difficulty in raising Alanna grew and he felt he needed help and Alanna needed a new mother.
You can imagine how you'd feel if your father had just suggested replacing your mother, especially when you had never even known your mother. Alanna refused to accept this, which was hard seeing as her father began dating a woman named Marie. In Alanna's eye she was nothing more then a whore. Arguements filled each night of Alanna's early teen years as it normally would, shotuing and screaming. When Marie was in the picture Alanna was forgotten, she was left at achool to catch a ride with a friend, plans were canceled to fit Marie's needs. Broken promises and Alanna was abandoned. The pile grew and her heart began to shatter, until finally she could take no more. That was when her father announced the marriage of Marie and he. Alanna cried herself to sleep that night, cursing both their names and refusing to let him speak with her and threatening Marie each time she attempted to knock at the door.
They were married and Alanna grew calm with that fact, she matured quickly, held responsiblility to whatever they didn't because they were too busy with their so called love. Then Marie announced she was to have a child and her father was ecstatic, Alanna on the other hand, was fuming. It disgusted her that her father would actually bed another woman after her mother's death, she felt broken and numb to their touches and gentle voices. Alanna hated them. Three weeks before Marie's delivery, everything went wrong though. Marie and Alanna had been cleaning and Alanna had left the broom on the floor, Marie carelessly walked over it and tripped, tumbling down the stairs and to the floor. Her stomach raged and she felt funny. It was confirmed by a house doctor hours later that the child had died and Marie had indeed had a miscarriage from her episode down the stairs.
Upset and crying Marie lashed out at Alanna, the only one she could, but Alanna lashed out right back. The arguement grew until Marie couldn't take it and she screamed out something that she should have never said. You should have died with your mother that day, then you wouldn't be here and my child would! Alanna's eyes widened and she looked to her father, waiting for him to say something, but he didn't, he just grabbed Marie's hand. He agreed with her, he was taking her side. Something inside of Alanna simply snapped and she lunged at Marie, beating her face with her fists until her father yanked her off Marie. Profanities streamed from her mouth as she tried to get back to Marie, but it was futile. One month later she was sent here, living on her own, and she couldn't have been more happy to be released from that house. Alanna was determined to prove that she would make something of herself, that she would make them regret their decisions and words. Alanna would succeed and achieve in her ambitions and dreams.
Family:
Alisia Cambridge - mother - deceased.
Jonathon Cambridge - father - 39
Marie Laurent - step-mother - 30
Anything Important We Need To Know?: not as of yet.
Other:[/u]
RP Sample:
The sun beating down on the heads of little screaming children as they sprayed each other with water that shot from the nozzle of colorful water guns. That was summer. People walking to the corner store, sweat dripping from their faces and carrying a bag of ice that melts on the way back home from the unyeilding heat. That was Summer. When children hide beneath a shady proch or tree, singing with their friends to songs on the radio, while drinking cold sodas and praying for rain. That is summer. Veronica remembered summers like that. Summers where she'd hang out with her friends, laughing and smiling and staying out all night long. Were her summers like that now, of course not, now her summers were reduced to nothing more but irritating, uneventful nights alone. It saddened her, threw her into a sort of depression, and she didn't know why.
It was such a trivial thing, why should it make her so sad. Truth be told, everything could distress her lately. Perhaps she was simply overanalyzing everything and becoming too overly dramatic, or maybe her manic depression was coming back, her slight sufferage of bi-polarity. No, she wouldn't let that happen, not at all. Of course, how could she control it? Last time she was taking medication, but since she hardly ate, she couldn't take it, not that she needed it so much as wanted it. For confirmation, to make sure she wouldn't go back, even though the doctors had already explained she was fine. Veronica's petite frame moved towards the abandoned park, her shocking, olive green blue eyes locked on the swaying swings. Carefully she placed her delicate body onto the seat of the swing and let her eyelids conceal her startling eyes for a moment, the eyeliner that outlined her eyes darkened as a shadow casted upon the sky.
Her lithe fingers fiddled with the studded belt that was wrapped around her slim waist and held her slightly skin tight jeans to her body. Her black and white converses kicked the ground as she waited, her eyes opening and wandering the park grounds. When was he going to show up, she needed him right now, she needed to see his smile, she needed a good laugh and his crazy personality would awaken her own. Her fingers suddenly ran through her long black hair, highlighted with pink streaks at the very bottoms, the colour contrasting greatly with her porcelain powdered skin and outlined eyes. It was all about standing out right? When Heath came, she could have fun because Heath always made her laugh, he was just so sweet, how could you not be happy by him? Veronica knew to be carful though, because if he found out about her eating problems he'd freak because of what happened to his cousin.
Gently she swayed a bit, back and forth on the swing, but never let her feet lift from the ground, so she was merely swinging about an inch forward and backwards, out of boredom, of course. The sun continued to beat down on the small park and the black leather-like seat of the swings must had been growing hotter by each minute. Veronica focused on the ebauty of the nature surrounding the park. The leafy trees whose branches were absolutly perfected for climbing, the bright green grass and colorful and vivd flowers. "Heath where are you?" she called out impatiently, her foot thudding against the ground, her soft, hush-toned voice carrying out across the park.
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