Post by riley on Jan 16, 2009 15:54:13 GMT 10
[/size]`alice francesca clementine porter !!!
energetic, sociable, procrastinator
Name: Alice Francesca Clementine Porter
Nickname(s): 'Lice, F.C., Al, Ally
Major: Fashion
Age: Twenty
Grade: Junior
Birthdate: December 16
Orientation: Heterosexual
Location: Santa Barbara, California
`Appearance ,,
Alice's face isn't anything of extreme goddess quality or that of a brazalian model. On the contrary her face is just kind of homely looking. More than once a week she will look like a wreck but she doesn't really care much. Her brown eyes could be bloodshot but she claims it all adds to her 'look'. Now make upp graces her face, to make her appear more awake like the rest of the female population. Alice has taken her 'not giving a damn style' to a whole new extreme. It's not like tries to look this way to fit in with a certain crowd she just jumps out of bed and is ready to go. She can go without coming her brown mess of hair for the whole day and not really care.
Her style seems to match the way her face, but there is actually a little more thought put into her clothing style. She usually picks a numerous amount of necklaces and other jewelry to bog down her small frame. Her clothing is the next part of her style. Her jeans are mostly all hemmed and custom fit by her ownself, since she wears about the same size as most teenagers. The same goes for her shirts. Her style really does look like it came from the thrift store. IT's hard to find what she wants with only standing only a few inches above five feet and weighing no more than one hundred thirty pounds.
Alice's face isn't anything of extreme goddess quality or that of a brazalian model. On the contrary her face is just kind of homely looking. More than once a week she will look like a wreck but she doesn't really care much. Her brown eyes could be bloodshot but she claims it all adds to her 'look'. Now make upp graces her face, to make her appear more awake like the rest of the female population. Alice has taken her 'not giving a damn style' to a whole new extreme. It's not like tries to look this way to fit in with a certain crowd she just jumps out of bed and is ready to go. She can go without coming her brown mess of hair for the whole day and not really care.
Her style seems to match the way her face, but there is actually a little more thought put into her clothing style. She usually picks a numerous amount of necklaces and other jewelry to bog down her small frame. Her clothing is the next part of her style. Her jeans are mostly all hemmed and custom fit by her ownself, since she wears about the same size as most teenagers. The same goes for her shirts. Her style really does look like it came from the thrift store. IT's hard to find what she wants with only standing only a few inches above five feet and weighing no more than one hundred thirty pounds.
Best Feature: "I'll have to say my hair. It's what make me, me I believe. Even though it's pretty hard to control I love it. Okay, so some people would think I would hate that it's curly and straight at the same time but hey, when's the last time you saw someone with hair like mine?"
Worst Feature: "My short stature. It's so not fair that I take after my mother's side in the height department. The things I could do if I was tall. Oh, that is my dream." [/size]
`Personality ,,
[/b] Maybe it’s these two traits that make Alice so good at making friends. She will be the first to approach a person to spark up the most oddball of questions, like 'cute hat where did you get it?' or 'would you say your style is more kitsch or classical?' She seems to keep talking without end, day in and day out. People have stopped her in the streets to ask her if she’s actually high. She usually responds to that with a raised eyebrow then a loud no. She really can’t help that she will just start walking with a bounce in her step or randomly start dancing. Her energy never seems to wear out either. Some people wonder how she can be so hyped up all the time and she really doesn’t have the answer for that. She just appears to wake up with energy surging through her bones.sociable and optimistic Being sociable is putting it lightly. Most people just call her a partier. Yes, it’s very true that is pretty much her schedule in life. If it were possible she would go out every night to parties. She loves to go out and drink. She claims that she just wants to live her life one day at a time. Alice is also actually very sociable. Her energy seems to attract a lot of people to her. If there is an awkward silence she will be the one to break it by starting up small talk. If someone is too shy to talk to her she will introduce herself and try and get along with them. She has such an optimistic view on life. Alice just wants everyone to share her happiness with the world too. Often this super positive outlook cans care people away but it isn’t too often.
procrastinator and lazy It’s almost contradictory right? How can someone so energetic be so lazy? Well it’s really simple for Alice to show both traits. If someone actually tells her to do something she will put it off at all costs. She just has a problem with doing something that she is expected to do. She fears that if she actually does the task she will do it wrong and be labeled a failure. That and she really doesn’t like to do things that involve her doing something that she will not benefit from. It if it has something to remotely do with her she will at least put some effort into it. Some call it being conceited but she calls it not wanting to do the job. It’s been like this since she was in school. All her projects were turned in on the final day with it being completely half-assed.
not so romantic When it comes to flirting, Alice is inept. She really can’t seem to get a guy in her life. She hasn’t ever had a real boyfriend.. She just has a problem with showing a guy she likes him. Any attempts at flirting with her just result in a normal conversation. It’s not like she wants to be single the rest of her life. No, she really would like to have a relationship one day but first she needs to be noticed by guys. She has a lot of guy friends but she never has felt a real attraction to them. There are guys she actually has had many crushes though she usually scared them off by being so clumsy and awkward.
clumsy and a little forgetful You know that girl always tripping over her feet? Well that is Alice. She is usually tripping over her own two feet. She blames it on her forgetfulness. Someone will tell her that there is a pile of wires right where she’s walking and then she will trip over them five minutes later. Her legs are usually bandaged up and she has been to the emergency room multiple times. Yes, her clumsiness has resulted in several broken ankles and arms. The blaming it on the forgetfulness is true though. She usually has to write things on her arms or repeat it over and over in her head so she can remember what she is supposed to do. She has a problem with getting distracted and forgets but she can’t help it. Alice claims that she has self diagnosed ADHD, a lot.
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Likes: Drinking, Smoking, weed and tobacco, Partying, Meeting new people, Post Punk, Dance Music, Designing shirts, Silkscreen, Pizza, Fast food, Food in general, Parody music, Flight of the Conchords, HBO, Television, Sleeping, Men, Q-tips, Finger painting, Shopping, Living life, Old clothing coming back in style, Thrift stores, The 80’s, Rummage Sales, Pirates, argh matey!, Invisible Children, Hoodies, American Apparel, Cartoons, Chocolate bars, Pixie sticks, Candy in general, Marshmallows, Granola Bars, Macbooks, Blankets, Noise, Sunkist, Cake, Octopi, Zines, Vintage Fashions, Trendsetting, Ninjas, Fairytales, Jerks, Riding Bikes
Dislikes: Disney channel stars, School, Insects, Camels, Anime, Computer games, Gangsters, Wannabes, Hangovers, Migraines, Dark colored soda, Homophobes, Liars, Not having money, Pessimists, Brussel sprouts, Compasses, Being Single, Bald people, Snakes, Polka, Winter, Rats, Prostitutes, Global Warming, Sunburns, Rainy days, Mermaids, Samurais, Wet Grass, Hawaii, Alaska, King Kong, Horror Movies, Mental Hospitals, People who have problems with germs, Harley Davidsons, Showers, The month of August, The color Periwinkle, Boats, Two Dollar bills, Failing, Being told what to do, Vomit, Optometrists, ‘Classic’ novels
Positive Traits:
compassionate Alice loves her friends to death. If anyone tries to mess with her friends she will mess with them. Well, at least as best as she can. She sincerely listens to her friends and cares for them.
friendly In a group that has an awkward silence Alice will be the first to speak. It just must be in her nature to be friendly. Whether she be drunk or sober she always has a smile on her face. She's willing to listen to your drama or be there to put a smile on your frowning face.
honest Maybe this is a bad trait but for most people this is a good thing. She's honest and expects honesty in return. Of course her honest comments are given with some reassuring to take it lightly. Lying to her friends, and most people in her life, just doesn't seem right. If someone lied to her she knew she wouldn't appreciate it very much, so she is honest.
Negative Traits:
drinks and smokes...a lot Okay, so she's probably on the verge of alcoholism but Alice refuses to admit it. She just claims to party a lot. She seems to oblivious to the fact that she is on the verge of problematic and most of her friends can't seem to get the point across to her. Drinking and smoking have come apart of her daily life, so it's not uncommon to see her with a smoke or drink in her hand.
bad influence Never drank a drop of alcohol? Never actually broke a federal law? Hang around Alice long enough, and you'll end up being peer pressured into doing something you might regret. Even if she's seems innocent enough when she convinces you to do something illegal. She has no boundaries when it comes to being a bad influence.
procrastinator As much energy as she has it may be a little surprising she can put something off so easily. If she doesn't want to do something, though, she will put it off until humanly possible.
Greatest Ambition: To have her own high fashion clothing line.
Greatest Fear: That she will not have a relationship or that she will never have a fashion line.[/size]
`History ,,
December, one of the coldest months in Russia and also the month Alice was born in. On the sixteenth Lydia gave birth to a little girl named Katarina, later to be Alice. Lydia filled out the birth certificate then the next day left without the newborn. Little Katarina was then put into an orphanage even though her mother was known as a prostitute. For the next four years she lived with nine other toddlers who also had no parents. Then one day she was told she was going to be adopted by a couple who lived in America. She was still too young to know where that was but she was happy to be getting a family. Within a few weeks she found herself meeting a young couple. They didn’t speak Russian so she couldn’t really understand them but she really liked the looks of them. They told her that her name in America would be Alice, which she found strange but she just wanted to get out of the place. She wanted to get out of the smelly orphanage but things wouldn’t be that simple.
It turned out that she was a citizen of Moscow but not of Russia. The first night she found that she wouldn’t be moving to this ‘America’ place she cried for a week. So for the next two years of her life she received visits from the couple adopting her until they could get all the paper work figured out. Finally, when she was six years old she was visited by the people adopting her. This time they brought two kids with them; a fifteen year old girl and twelve year old boy. They had all learned a reasonable amount of Russian so she could actually carry a small conversation with them. This time she was excited when they said they would be taking her back to America. When she arrived in the sunny suburbs of Springboro, Ohio, she was surprised in how different it was than Russia.
She developed a very close relationship with her brother within the first few years of living in America. She was also home schooled until she was pretty fluent in English. This took a few years so the first public school grade she attended was fifth grade. Unlike her parent’s fear that she wouldn’t make friends she found herself making an abundance of friends. To the other students she was no different, just another classmate. She found herself talking all the time, even when she wasn’t supposed too. Alice found herself getting several detentions for talking in class. It was all very normal.
This kind of stuff continued through high school. In her freshman year she found herself making friends with the older kids and also frequenting parties. For the first time she also found herself drinking but she kept that a secret from her parents. Her sophomore year of high school year it became pretty clear she had a problem with drinking. Being discreet wasn't really working out for her, since she often would come home late at night and wake up with bloodshot eyes. Her parents decided that moving somewhere new would break the habit of her partying. That and her father had a new job teaching at the university in Santa Barbara. It didn't take the family long before they were on the road to the sunny California. Alice was obviously not ot happy about this and after the move she was put on strict watch. Her mother only allowed her to go to school then she was to come straight home, so her habits died down.
All through the rest of high school she was closely monitored and began to feel suffocated by her parents. Senior year, she applied for the colleges that were farthest away. Sadly she was declined to most of them for her poor grades. But by some miracle she got on a scholarship to Washington University of Arts. She informed her parents, and though they weren't delighted, they sent her off with some hope she wouldn't get back into trouble.
Too bad their hope would be gone if they saw her now.
December, one of the coldest months in Russia and also the month Alice was born in. On the sixteenth Lydia gave birth to a little girl named Katarina, later to be Alice. Lydia filled out the birth certificate then the next day left without the newborn. Little Katarina was then put into an orphanage even though her mother was known as a prostitute. For the next four years she lived with nine other toddlers who also had no parents. Then one day she was told she was going to be adopted by a couple who lived in America. She was still too young to know where that was but she was happy to be getting a family. Within a few weeks she found herself meeting a young couple. They didn’t speak Russian so she couldn’t really understand them but she really liked the looks of them. They told her that her name in America would be Alice, which she found strange but she just wanted to get out of the place. She wanted to get out of the smelly orphanage but things wouldn’t be that simple.
It turned out that she was a citizen of Moscow but not of Russia. The first night she found that she wouldn’t be moving to this ‘America’ place she cried for a week. So for the next two years of her life she received visits from the couple adopting her until they could get all the paper work figured out. Finally, when she was six years old she was visited by the people adopting her. This time they brought two kids with them; a fifteen year old girl and twelve year old boy. They had all learned a reasonable amount of Russian so she could actually carry a small conversation with them. This time she was excited when they said they would be taking her back to America. When she arrived in the sunny suburbs of Springboro, Ohio, she was surprised in how different it was than Russia.
She developed a very close relationship with her brother within the first few years of living in America. She was also home schooled until she was pretty fluent in English. This took a few years so the first public school grade she attended was fifth grade. Unlike her parent’s fear that she wouldn’t make friends she found herself making an abundance of friends. To the other students she was no different, just another classmate. She found herself talking all the time, even when she wasn’t supposed too. Alice found herself getting several detentions for talking in class. It was all very normal.
This kind of stuff continued through high school. In her freshman year she found herself making friends with the older kids and also frequenting parties. For the first time she also found herself drinking but she kept that a secret from her parents. Her sophomore year of high school year it became pretty clear she had a problem with drinking. Being discreet wasn't really working out for her, since she often would come home late at night and wake up with bloodshot eyes. Her parents decided that moving somewhere new would break the habit of her partying. That and her father had a new job teaching at the university in Santa Barbara. It didn't take the family long before they were on the road to the sunny California. Alice was obviously not ot happy about this and after the move she was put on strict watch. Her mother only allowed her to go to school then she was to come straight home, so her habits died down.
All through the rest of high school she was closely monitored and began to feel suffocated by her parents. Senior year, she applied for the colleges that were farthest away. Sadly she was declined to most of them for her poor grades. But by some miracle she got on a scholarship to Washington University of Arts. She informed her parents, and though they weren't delighted, they sent her off with some hope she wouldn't get back into trouble.
Too bad their hope would be gone if they saw her now.
Best Memory: "My worst memory is the time I got beat up by some big jock girl. I was in my sophomore year and at a big house party. I was a bit tipsy and I said something about her, though I can’t quite remember what. I got into a huge fight with her and my jaw was fractured in the process. I was put in the hospital for a few days and looked like a wreck for about three months. That's about the time that we moved, which brought strict monitoring around also."
Worst Memory: "When I made my first dress. I was in high school but I was taking a design class that was offered. It was the first thing that I ever accomplished, that actually looked good. I got an ‘A’ and it made my parents really proud. I think they may have even teared up a little it, I mean it wasn’t as a big deal for me but my parents were used to me having horrible grades. I mean now that I think about it, the neon purple dress still hangs in my closet but I don’t wear it anymore. It continues to be quite an eye sore."
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`Writing Skill ,,
Of course she was the one who had to completely make a fool of herself. Not only did Alice take out one of the most horrible pamphlets but she had drawn attention to herself. As her hands moved to place the pamphlets back in there rightful place she couldn’t help but feel a million eyes on her even if no one was actually looking at her. Everyone around the place had soon lost interest and went back to what they were doing. Plus they probably wanted to ignore people that were in need, like Alice. She didn’t much mind because she didn’t want anyone to see the pamphlet she held in her hand all the while she cleaned up the mess. Yes, for some strange reason she kept the paper under her arm. Hey, it did provide some interesting reading, she definitely needed some of that in her life. It wasn’t like she really had the attention span to actually pay attention to read the books that her teacher assigned in basic English. She had much better things to do than read, like party, drink or hang out with friends. It wasn’t like Alice was one of those super studious students she was actually the polar opposite of that.
With all the cleaning that she had to do the task became quite mindless. She had never imagined that there were so many of the pamphlets in such a tiny black rack. Her mind began to wander, though. The thought of what would happen id she actually had an STD began to run over her mind. She would first off hope it was something that would dissapear with medication. If she ever get herpes or HIV she would probably be fertile for the rest of her life. It wasn’t like she was having sex now so she didn’t have to worry about it. With how it was now it felt as if she would never lose her virginity but she did kind of enjoy not having to worry about sex. It seemed all to complicated and also a little gross by her standards. So what if she was on the verge of twenty one, she didn’t care. So what if she had the thoughts of a twelve-year-old girl. Maybe she faced a rare disease that cause her to have reverse puberty. Or maybe she just didn’t want to grow up. The latter was more correct and much more probable.
“Franz! What did you do?”
Those the words that brought Alice out of la la land. Her eyes looked away from the rack and to the boy that was undeniably Marco. She really knew there was no mistaking that voice. She took her time to turn her whole body around since she was still quite embarrassed of what she had done. There wasn’t much time for her to greet her friend since she was already being pounded with questions. “Of course I don’t have STDs,” she said a little more sarcastically than she had intended. She looked down at her hand that was being held tightly by Marco. “No, no do-”soon she was being crushed by an unexpected hug. It took her a few seconds to get her breath back. “Calm down Markypoo. I don‘t have an STD, I just like the pictures. They are very funny,” she said. She smiled at his concern but it became contorted as she tried to escape Marco’s arms. She felt so awkward with having a friend finding her looking at these kind of pamphlets. Alice would have much preferred a complete stranger find her. Then she could have said she did and they wouldn’t care much since they had no idea who she was, just another girl who was infected in the world.
[/size][/center]Of course she was the one who had to completely make a fool of herself. Not only did Alice take out one of the most horrible pamphlets but she had drawn attention to herself. As her hands moved to place the pamphlets back in there rightful place she couldn’t help but feel a million eyes on her even if no one was actually looking at her. Everyone around the place had soon lost interest and went back to what they were doing. Plus they probably wanted to ignore people that were in need, like Alice. She didn’t much mind because she didn’t want anyone to see the pamphlet she held in her hand all the while she cleaned up the mess. Yes, for some strange reason she kept the paper under her arm. Hey, it did provide some interesting reading, she definitely needed some of that in her life. It wasn’t like she really had the attention span to actually pay attention to read the books that her teacher assigned in basic English. She had much better things to do than read, like party, drink or hang out with friends. It wasn’t like Alice was one of those super studious students she was actually the polar opposite of that.
With all the cleaning that she had to do the task became quite mindless. She had never imagined that there were so many of the pamphlets in such a tiny black rack. Her mind began to wander, though. The thought of what would happen id she actually had an STD began to run over her mind. She would first off hope it was something that would dissapear with medication. If she ever get herpes or HIV she would probably be fertile for the rest of her life. It wasn’t like she was having sex now so she didn’t have to worry about it. With how it was now it felt as if she would never lose her virginity but she did kind of enjoy not having to worry about sex. It seemed all to complicated and also a little gross by her standards. So what if she was on the verge of twenty one, she didn’t care. So what if she had the thoughts of a twelve-year-old girl. Maybe she faced a rare disease that cause her to have reverse puberty. Or maybe she just didn’t want to grow up. The latter was more correct and much more probable.
“Franz! What did you do?”
Those the words that brought Alice out of la la land. Her eyes looked away from the rack and to the boy that was undeniably Marco. She really knew there was no mistaking that voice. She took her time to turn her whole body around since she was still quite embarrassed of what she had done. There wasn’t much time for her to greet her friend since she was already being pounded with questions. “Of course I don’t have STDs,” she said a little more sarcastically than she had intended. She looked down at her hand that was being held tightly by Marco. “No, no do-”soon she was being crushed by an unexpected hug. It took her a few seconds to get her breath back. “Calm down Markypoo. I don‘t have an STD, I just like the pictures. They are very funny,” she said. She smiled at his concern but it became contorted as she tried to escape Marco’s arms. She felt so awkward with having a friend finding her looking at these kind of pamphlets. Alice would have much preferred a complete stranger find her. Then she could have said she did and they wouldn’t care much since they had no idea who she was, just another girl who was infected in the world.
`Behind The Character ,,
Name: Riley
Age: 15
Role-playing experience: Four Years
How you found us: through birds and bees
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