Post by Alyssa Connor;; on Oct 16, 2007 15:53:42 GMT -5
CHARACTER INFO
Full Name;Alyssa Connor
Age;Sweet Seventeen
Year;11
Birthday;5th of May 1990
Gender;Most definately female
Clique; Scenester
History;
Growing up in a trailer park has given her a blunt look on the world. If you don't fight for your position in it you are never going to be noticed. If you don't shout and kick and cause a fuss no one will pay the slightest bit of attention to you. Hence the large hair and mis-matched clothing. Alyssa does anything, just anything not to fade into the background.
Started smoking when she was twelve, a direct offence at her mother. Who loathed the habit, so she would sneak money out of her mom's purse and head to the local shop, getting her older friends to buy any type of cigarettes for her. Then she'd blatently come home, reeking of stale-smoke, and more often than not, completely drunk. Getting the same friends to buy her forties, and then downing more than her small frame could handle. Not turning up at school. Or if she did, skipping her classes to meet up with those that had already passed the glorious age where you could leave school, and hooking up with guys old enough to be her older brother, if she had one. Losing all sorts of things which a simple child of twelve should still have. Like her innocence, lost that one drunken night. Can't even remember who it was with. Just knows that it was inconsequential. Lucky that she'd been stealing her mothers pills. Else she could have ended up just like her. Trapped in a tin box, in the middle of a desert. Not exactly the best place to be for a teenager fuelled by angry-passion and just general teen angst at her parent.
Specifically her mother. Living with a woman that can't stand you begins to sour your outlook on the world.
Alyssa went through her younger life on scraped knees and hand-me-downs from the surrounding family's that lived near to her and her mother. Knowing about her father committing suicide wasn't something that any kid should have had to go through, least of all when her father was the only one who paid the slightest scrap of attention to Alyssa. Luckily she had managed to get all of her shots and was a regular healthy child. Well at least she wasn't always in and out of hospital, that place was expensive. Far too expensive for a family living in a trailer park. She knew that some of her relatives had money, her mom constantly told her she should run off to Virginia to find her aunt Sharon, apparently she would be able to afford to buy her the nice clothes that her mom wished she could. Who was Alyssa kidding? She had no family, just some barely sober woman lying in a bed in a tin box. And that woman loathed the girl that you'd be hard-pressed to hear her called a daughter.
So by the time she was fourteen, she'd already been able to pass for a twenty-one year old. The fascination with make-up helped at this point. Was continuosly seen in clubs. Drinking her life away. Not that this is any old sob-story. Of course not. She was way too smart for that. She just got involved, too hard and too fast with people that were never anything but good for her. For Alyssa everything she did was a direct result of some stupid self-righteous crusade to get her own back on her mother. Well, if she had a shrink, that's probably what would be told to her.
Living stuck with the same person for nearly fourteen years is enough to drive any sane person mental, let alone a confused, hurt teenager. So her mother packed her off to school. In the vain hope that it would return some of the simple pleasures of studying to Alyssa. Doubtful. Though three years later she was still here. Not to say that she didn't skip the occassional class or still make the wrong friends. But she was still here.
Plots With other Cannons;
11
Personlity;
Like all typical girls, Alyssa is self-conscious and rather naive, though she won't ever let you see that side of her. She's far too proud for that and acts as if she knows exactly what she wants, and most of the time she does. It's not like you'll find her questioning herself. She's full of confidence, just not the confidence that bridges on arrogance. She's irritated easily and is filled with opinions about anything and everything. If it has a pulse, or speaks whatever it wants to, she'll gladly argue with it. And probably knock it down a little bit too.
Fuelled by caffeine and witty retorts, she is not a girl to be messed with.Some people might be scared of this opinionated girl with loud hair and an even louder temper. She's got a short fuse, so expect outbursts. And a lot of them. Not content to lose a fight with even a friend, this girl will fight you until you back down, though she won't use her fists unless the situation calls for it. At only five foot you'd be wrong to think that she would be a push over. Dead wrong.
Alyssa will break down your little heart and send you screaming and rolling for the people in the white coats to come and cart you away to the closest asylum. Short of that she'll send you to your parents. That way at least Alyssa can take a chunk out of them too. Living on the edge where a simple burst of adrenalin can send you careering over, that is exactly where Alyssa wants to be. And if she can drag you down with her, she sure as the sky is blue, will. She isn't content with losing, even if she didn't start the fight in the first place. Be it a debate in her History class, or a brawl in the middle of a street, she'll be the last one standing, and if she isn't she'll make sure she is the next time.
Alyssa will want to be there if you break up with your boyfriend or girlfriend just so that she can make them feel worthless. Or rather, make them feel worseless for losing a person that is as good as you. She's fiercly loyal to her friends and if you become one of those, you are one for life. Even if you can not see it just yet, Alyssa is probably one of the best people to have on your side when you are feeling the worst. She will do anything in her power to cheer you up. Even if that means getting you completely wasted and then crashing at her place. She'll still do it, and then more than likely pay your share of whatever it is she forces you to drink.
Good Traits;
+ Is loyal. You won't ever find her badmouthing her friends
+ Is continually smiling, about something and everything.
+ Fights for what she believes to be right. So if you every get involved with someone who may end up hurting you, call on Aly. She'll help you
+ Is out to help other people, rather than herself. Though she appears self-obsessed, vain and shallow, she really isn't.
+ Is a great listener. She'll listed to all your woes and worries and try to solve them.
Bad Traits;
+ Smokes to the excess that she actually wonders why she hasn't needed a lung transplant.
+ Drinks and when she gets drunk she rarely remembers what she does, or who she does it with.
+ Used to self-harm, but has managed to get that out of her system, though she will shy away if you mention the subject.
+ Sometimes clings to things, even if they are no good for her at all.
+ Will get easily upset over things that mean nothing. Don't let her tough skin fool you. Alyssa is just a softy.
Appearance;
Alyssa is just a typical girl from america, dyed blonde hair and the facial tone to match with it. Pale skinned and interesting, she refuses to get a tan, no matter that she lives in Las Vegas. She just likes her pale skin, she has blue eyes, that some might say are intoxicating. Though she'd rather that you would be intoxicated on alcohol, not her eyes, she doesn't like that many people scrutinizing her appearance, which is why she dresses differently to them. Not that she would dislike you looking at her, she likes to cause a scene and become the center of attention. Either for her make-up, clothes or hairstyle.
Everything she does is to make a scene. Not just that she adores attention for combining neon tights with large oversized t-shirts and wearing them as dresses. Or wearing skintight jeans with large vest tops and then a various array of beads and jewellary or just simply wearing a tutu with a plain t-shirt. She wants you to shout at her and for her to waste a precious moment of your time on commenting how she affects it. Not that she is self-obsessed, just she knows that people will comment on her, and by doing that she wastes their time. They just don't realise it.
Actress/Actor Claim;
Jac Vanek
Sample Photo;
(not sure if this is what is meant....?)
Likes;
music,
photography,
boys,
hair,
make-up,
fashion,
skate-boarding,
designing jewellary,
dancing,
singing,
playing guitar,
playing piano
Dislikes;
pickles in burgers,
preps,
populars,
no music,
false friends,
ex-boyfriends,
ex-girlfriends,
fruit,
non-alcoholic versions of drinks
Goals;
+ Aly would love to make it big with something to do with music, or make-up. She loves helping people dress and doing their make-up.
+ Failing that, she'd like at least to graduate HighSchool in one piece.
Fears;
+ She is scared of spiders.
+ And like all teenagers, the biggest fear has to be rejection.
Sample Roleplay;
A slim hand reached out from under a pale green duvet. Like a patch of moonlight the limb danced in the dewy pre-dawn light. The limb moved more slowly, then began to dance furiously. A mop of tousled blonde hair appeared next to the arm, the shock of hair contrasting with the skin. Giving the hair, a stone-like quality to it.
A low-throated growl emitted from the vocal chords of the sleeping teenager, muttering curses at her alarm clock. Something along the lines of, "What on earth was the flipping time." Except all that could be heard was some sort of gurgle. The hand finally grasped the alarm clock. Lacquered nails plunging the stopper down.
Sighing the girl turned her body so that her legs and shoulders were in alignment. She didn't want a bad posture. Least of all from getting out of bed wrong. As her dancers feet touched the varnished floor a shiver erupted at the base of her spine. Causing her whole body to shake. Glancing at the clock, her blue eyes caught sight of the time. Just after four-am. Far too early for anyone normal to be getting up.
So then, why on earth was this simple seventeen year old waking up? Although she had battled with insomnia, it was nothing to do with that. Simply it was time for her morning run. Nothing like a 2 kilometre jog to wake you up and leave you powered for the day. A pink tongue dashed out and moistened the receptive pouted lips.
Mornings were good. They were silent. Unlike most of the time when the campus echoed with the noise of fellow students. And silence was even better. A time to compose yourself. A time where you needed to talk to no-one else, which, ultimately was exactly what she liked.
Those self-same mornings were when she got to think about what had happened in her life. What had moulded her into who she was. And what she could do to change that. The hands reached into the mass of blonde-hair and pulled them into a sort-of ponytail, bunching the ends together she pulled a band around them, affixing it at the back of her head.
She caught sight of herself in her antiquated mirror. The tarnished mirror giving her a peaky complexion. Though, she wasn't that bad looking. Full round lips and pale blue eyes. Piercing some might say. She wasn't that bad. Well least of all, she didn't look that bad in her pajamas.
Sliding out of her Bulgari nightie she put on a dated lemon tracksuit. And grabbed her iPod from the night stand. Smiling she exited her room. The Clash throbbing in her ears.
RPer INFO
Name; Lauren
Age; Sweet Sixteen
Years of Experiance; Roughly two. Give or take
Favorite Flavor of Jelly Beans;Coconut!!
Full Name;Alyssa Connor
Age;Sweet Seventeen
Year;11
Birthday;5th of May 1990
Gender;Most definately female
Clique; Scenester
History;
Growing up in a trailer park has given her a blunt look on the world. If you don't fight for your position in it you are never going to be noticed. If you don't shout and kick and cause a fuss no one will pay the slightest bit of attention to you. Hence the large hair and mis-matched clothing. Alyssa does anything, just anything not to fade into the background.
Started smoking when she was twelve, a direct offence at her mother. Who loathed the habit, so she would sneak money out of her mom's purse and head to the local shop, getting her older friends to buy any type of cigarettes for her. Then she'd blatently come home, reeking of stale-smoke, and more often than not, completely drunk. Getting the same friends to buy her forties, and then downing more than her small frame could handle. Not turning up at school. Or if she did, skipping her classes to meet up with those that had already passed the glorious age where you could leave school, and hooking up with guys old enough to be her older brother, if she had one. Losing all sorts of things which a simple child of twelve should still have. Like her innocence, lost that one drunken night. Can't even remember who it was with. Just knows that it was inconsequential. Lucky that she'd been stealing her mothers pills. Else she could have ended up just like her. Trapped in a tin box, in the middle of a desert. Not exactly the best place to be for a teenager fuelled by angry-passion and just general teen angst at her parent.
Specifically her mother. Living with a woman that can't stand you begins to sour your outlook on the world.
Alyssa went through her younger life on scraped knees and hand-me-downs from the surrounding family's that lived near to her and her mother. Knowing about her father committing suicide wasn't something that any kid should have had to go through, least of all when her father was the only one who paid the slightest scrap of attention to Alyssa. Luckily she had managed to get all of her shots and was a regular healthy child. Well at least she wasn't always in and out of hospital, that place was expensive. Far too expensive for a family living in a trailer park. She knew that some of her relatives had money, her mom constantly told her she should run off to Virginia to find her aunt Sharon, apparently she would be able to afford to buy her the nice clothes that her mom wished she could. Who was Alyssa kidding? She had no family, just some barely sober woman lying in a bed in a tin box. And that woman loathed the girl that you'd be hard-pressed to hear her called a daughter.
So by the time she was fourteen, she'd already been able to pass for a twenty-one year old. The fascination with make-up helped at this point. Was continuosly seen in clubs. Drinking her life away. Not that this is any old sob-story. Of course not. She was way too smart for that. She just got involved, too hard and too fast with people that were never anything but good for her. For Alyssa everything she did was a direct result of some stupid self-righteous crusade to get her own back on her mother. Well, if she had a shrink, that's probably what would be told to her.
Living stuck with the same person for nearly fourteen years is enough to drive any sane person mental, let alone a confused, hurt teenager. So her mother packed her off to school. In the vain hope that it would return some of the simple pleasures of studying to Alyssa. Doubtful. Though three years later she was still here. Not to say that she didn't skip the occassional class or still make the wrong friends. But she was still here.
Plots With other Cannons;
11
Personlity;
Like all typical girls, Alyssa is self-conscious and rather naive, though she won't ever let you see that side of her. She's far too proud for that and acts as if she knows exactly what she wants, and most of the time she does. It's not like you'll find her questioning herself. She's full of confidence, just not the confidence that bridges on arrogance. She's irritated easily and is filled with opinions about anything and everything. If it has a pulse, or speaks whatever it wants to, she'll gladly argue with it. And probably knock it down a little bit too.
Fuelled by caffeine and witty retorts, she is not a girl to be messed with.Some people might be scared of this opinionated girl with loud hair and an even louder temper. She's got a short fuse, so expect outbursts. And a lot of them. Not content to lose a fight with even a friend, this girl will fight you until you back down, though she won't use her fists unless the situation calls for it. At only five foot you'd be wrong to think that she would be a push over. Dead wrong.
Alyssa will break down your little heart and send you screaming and rolling for the people in the white coats to come and cart you away to the closest asylum. Short of that she'll send you to your parents. That way at least Alyssa can take a chunk out of them too. Living on the edge where a simple burst of adrenalin can send you careering over, that is exactly where Alyssa wants to be. And if she can drag you down with her, she sure as the sky is blue, will. She isn't content with losing, even if she didn't start the fight in the first place. Be it a debate in her History class, or a brawl in the middle of a street, she'll be the last one standing, and if she isn't she'll make sure she is the next time.
Alyssa will want to be there if you break up with your boyfriend or girlfriend just so that she can make them feel worthless. Or rather, make them feel worseless for losing a person that is as good as you. She's fiercly loyal to her friends and if you become one of those, you are one for life. Even if you can not see it just yet, Alyssa is probably one of the best people to have on your side when you are feeling the worst. She will do anything in her power to cheer you up. Even if that means getting you completely wasted and then crashing at her place. She'll still do it, and then more than likely pay your share of whatever it is she forces you to drink.
Good Traits;
+ Is loyal. You won't ever find her badmouthing her friends
+ Is continually smiling, about something and everything.
+ Fights for what she believes to be right. So if you every get involved with someone who may end up hurting you, call on Aly. She'll help you
+ Is out to help other people, rather than herself. Though she appears self-obsessed, vain and shallow, she really isn't.
+ Is a great listener. She'll listed to all your woes and worries and try to solve them.
Bad Traits;
+ Smokes to the excess that she actually wonders why she hasn't needed a lung transplant.
+ Drinks and when she gets drunk she rarely remembers what she does, or who she does it with.
+ Used to self-harm, but has managed to get that out of her system, though she will shy away if you mention the subject.
+ Sometimes clings to things, even if they are no good for her at all.
+ Will get easily upset over things that mean nothing. Don't let her tough skin fool you. Alyssa is just a softy.
Appearance;
Alyssa is just a typical girl from america, dyed blonde hair and the facial tone to match with it. Pale skinned and interesting, she refuses to get a tan, no matter that she lives in Las Vegas. She just likes her pale skin, she has blue eyes, that some might say are intoxicating. Though she'd rather that you would be intoxicated on alcohol, not her eyes, she doesn't like that many people scrutinizing her appearance, which is why she dresses differently to them. Not that she would dislike you looking at her, she likes to cause a scene and become the center of attention. Either for her make-up, clothes or hairstyle.
Everything she does is to make a scene. Not just that she adores attention for combining neon tights with large oversized t-shirts and wearing them as dresses. Or wearing skintight jeans with large vest tops and then a various array of beads and jewellary or just simply wearing a tutu with a plain t-shirt. She wants you to shout at her and for her to waste a precious moment of your time on commenting how she affects it. Not that she is self-obsessed, just she knows that people will comment on her, and by doing that she wastes their time. They just don't realise it.
Actress/Actor Claim;
Jac Vanek
Sample Photo;
(not sure if this is what is meant....?)
Likes;
music,
photography,
boys,
hair,
make-up,
fashion,
skate-boarding,
designing jewellary,
dancing,
singing,
playing guitar,
playing piano
Dislikes;
pickles in burgers,
preps,
populars,
no music,
false friends,
ex-boyfriends,
ex-girlfriends,
fruit,
non-alcoholic versions of drinks
Goals;
+ Aly would love to make it big with something to do with music, or make-up. She loves helping people dress and doing their make-up.
+ Failing that, she'd like at least to graduate HighSchool in one piece.
Fears;
+ She is scared of spiders.
+ And like all teenagers, the biggest fear has to be rejection.
Sample Roleplay;
A slim hand reached out from under a pale green duvet. Like a patch of moonlight the limb danced in the dewy pre-dawn light. The limb moved more slowly, then began to dance furiously. A mop of tousled blonde hair appeared next to the arm, the shock of hair contrasting with the skin. Giving the hair, a stone-like quality to it.
A low-throated growl emitted from the vocal chords of the sleeping teenager, muttering curses at her alarm clock. Something along the lines of, "What on earth was the flipping time." Except all that could be heard was some sort of gurgle. The hand finally grasped the alarm clock. Lacquered nails plunging the stopper down.
Sighing the girl turned her body so that her legs and shoulders were in alignment. She didn't want a bad posture. Least of all from getting out of bed wrong. As her dancers feet touched the varnished floor a shiver erupted at the base of her spine. Causing her whole body to shake. Glancing at the clock, her blue eyes caught sight of the time. Just after four-am. Far too early for anyone normal to be getting up.
So then, why on earth was this simple seventeen year old waking up? Although she had battled with insomnia, it was nothing to do with that. Simply it was time for her morning run. Nothing like a 2 kilometre jog to wake you up and leave you powered for the day. A pink tongue dashed out and moistened the receptive pouted lips.
Mornings were good. They were silent. Unlike most of the time when the campus echoed with the noise of fellow students. And silence was even better. A time to compose yourself. A time where you needed to talk to no-one else, which, ultimately was exactly what she liked.
Those self-same mornings were when she got to think about what had happened in her life. What had moulded her into who she was. And what she could do to change that. The hands reached into the mass of blonde-hair and pulled them into a sort-of ponytail, bunching the ends together she pulled a band around them, affixing it at the back of her head.
She caught sight of herself in her antiquated mirror. The tarnished mirror giving her a peaky complexion. Though, she wasn't that bad looking. Full round lips and pale blue eyes. Piercing some might say. She wasn't that bad. Well least of all, she didn't look that bad in her pajamas.
Sliding out of her Bulgari nightie she put on a dated lemon tracksuit. And grabbed her iPod from the night stand. Smiling she exited her room. The Clash throbbing in her ears.
RPer INFO
Name; Lauren
Age; Sweet Sixteen
Years of Experiance; Roughly two. Give or take
Favorite Flavor of Jelly Beans;Coconut!!
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