Alice Marie Cutter [Complete]

[alice]

Character Name: Alice Marie Cutter
Nickname(s): Aly, Al,
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Sexuality: Straight
Grade: Sophomore
College: Central
Other:
Major: Psychology
Weight: 130lbs
Height: 5
Appearance:

Alice has long blond curls. They fall to her mid back. Her hair is never tidy, always a complete and utter mess. Her eyes are bright blue, they sort of show down into her soul. She has dark brown undertones beneath the light blonde. All of its natural, ever since her cancer relapse she’s had wild blonde curls. Her face is heart shaped, not too round and not too thin. She has a small birthmark on the nape of her neck, one she covers with makeup.


She hardly lets anyone see it. She has a couple tattoos that she’d gotten when she was drunk. One of a small butterfly located on her left breast, the other a star on her wrist. She doesn’t flaunt them, but she doesn’t exactly hide theme either. She shows them sometimes shows them whilst drinking, however she doesn’t pull her breasts out just to show it.


She wears converse and tight pants. Her shirts aren’t ones most college students wear, more or less young for her age. She wears heels when she’s at school mainly to piss the teachers off. Her body’s small, though not unhealthily so. Her clothes tend to compliment that. She loves makeup, though she never wears it too thick.

Personality:

“Dream as if you’ll live forever, Live as if you’ll die tomorrow”

Alice has always been the party hard type. Though, before her cancer she was more of the quiet partier. She lived life in the shadows, never jumping into the spotlight the way she does now. After relapsing, and then winning the battle again, she became more of the wild child. She feels as though she’s beat death, and though she knows she isn’t she wants to live without regrets.


She drinks almost every weekend, but beneath the drinking is complete and utter fear. She’s scared of being alone forever, scared of never finding someone who understands the pain of chemotherapy or even the pain of not knowing if you’ll wake up tomorrow morning or not. It’s scary, and she doesn’t know anyone else who understands that fear.


She tends to go out every night, though her GPA remains a 4.0. She’s anything but perfect, she doesn’t even pretend anymore. She knows perfections not something to aim for, instead she aims for imperfection. Her blue eyes are wild, they rarely look sad. She loves life, though she knows there’s a chance the cancer will come back and ultimately take her from the world.

History:

Alice was born in a small town not even worth mentioning. Though she loved the people there, she knew she would never fit in. She was too wild by nature, too much of a party girl. Her father was a dentist; he never understood her uncanny obsession with the spot light.


She started singing at a young age, she was seven at her first pageant. She had a pretty voice, nothing to be overly proud of, but a hobby none the less. Her drinking started later, after she was diagnosed. She began showing the first symptoms of cancer after her tenth birthday. And she was diagnosed at the age of ten and a half.


She wasn’t scared though. She’s never been scared. She always knew that she’d pull threw. After they declared her cancer free the first time, she was ecstatic. She was sixteen at the time and completely in love with a boy names Romano. He was an exchange student, someone who’d lived in Italy prior to their hometown.

They made love the night after her cancer was cleared. And he left the night after. She was heartbroken. But to make matters worse, she started having dizzy spells again weeks after he left. She’d relapsed.


Her life continued like this for years, and her partying habits seemed to just pick up from there. She knew that someday cancer would kill her that she’d never fully get rid of the threatening disease, and she knew that she didn’t want to spend her life being probed by needles.


She moved to California after high school, attending college the way she had always planned. She talks to her dad almost every night. She’s cancer free for now, but who knows how long that’ll last?

Sample Rp:

Marianna had just finished another class. Her head was throbbing and her eyes were a shade of red from crying in the bathroom. She may have been a teacher, but she did still have weaknesses. She walked into the staff room, ignoring the quiet music playing in both her head and from the man sitting near the window. He was obviously either one of the fallen or one of the damned. She closed her eyes sitting down on the couch, ignoring the dreariness of the day outside the window sill.

Her mind flashed back to the boy’s cruel words. “Your only alone because your useless” he’d spat. And he was right in certain ways. Had she not lost him because of her uselessness? Had she not come to earth and not returned because of her uselessness? It was all a blur as she thought, nothing quite escaping the barrier of her guarded mind. She definitely had to report that child. Even to a regular teacher that statement would have affected them.

Finally, as the man stopped singing, she looked up. Did he not realize another teacher had entered the room? She guessed not. She stood and brushed her lengthy blonde hair behind her shoulder, humming quietly to herself. Romeo and Juliette had it easy, no matter who sympathized for the illegal couple. At least when one died, the other followed. They were sentenced to an eternity together in one of the most beautiful places imaginable. At least they had not been forced to suffer and watch as the only two things that truly mattered in their lives died and wasted away to nothing, and being incapable of following them into the light.


She’d been cutting a block of cheese as she thought, in a moment of anger she sliced the very tip of her finger, letting out a startled gasp, she snapped out of her internal reverie. Her eyes focused solely on the blood that now infested the counter. As opposed to it being deep red like the rest of the staffs, her own was a dark grey from the lengthiness of her lifespan.

She sighed and moved to the sink, first cleaning her oozing wound. She reached above the cupboard and pulled a band aid from its box, wrapping it around her finger solely to stop the bleeding. In twenty minutes the wound would heal, it wouldn’t leave a mark. Nothing ever really did. Not a visible one at least.


She looked back at the man and smiled slightly. He did have a wonderful voice, she’d give him that. She walked over to the window having cleaned the kitchen up in a hurry and stood hesitantly beside him. He seemed content with the grey clouds outside the window. She preferred the light, the happiness that a sunny day brought. But to each their own, she thought.



“You’re a wonderful singer.” She said softly, looking at him with her radiant blue eyes. If there was anything that being an angel gave her, was many of the flaws she’d had as a human were vanquished. She had the perfect glory of an angel, the innocence and tranquility all wrapped up into one small delicate frame. But all the hurt of a demon entangled into her broken, damaged heart.

She extended her petite hand lightly, the one that lacked a band aid, “Marianna” She said softly, a small smile playing on her plush lips.“And you are?” she paused, tilting her head to the side so her white blonde hair fell off her shoulder. It seemed strange to her that there was a teacher she did not know. After all, she spent the majority of her time here at the school. “I am sorry, but I can’t seem to figure out if we’ve met or not. I teach Creative Writing in the arts wing.” .” She explained, still holding her pale white hand out to him. She waited, not knowing it the stranger was willing to talk to her or if he simply wished to be left alone in his solitude. If this was the case she’d gladly leave. But judging by the look of loneliness in his eyes, he wouldn’t mind her company.

A tinge of recognition fluttered across her eyes. He too had lost a great deal during his life span. He too was hiding more then he should have to bare. A sudden wave of sympathy and longing washed over her. She usually avoided contact with others to minimize the risk of losing grip again. But she was tired of not speaking, of standing in the shadows and watching as others danced around words and joked about idiocy. This man had clearly lost as much as she had, if not more, and that fact alone made it that much easier for her to stand beside him and try to communicate.

Celeb:

Kesha

Out Of Character:

Hey!
Im Kali. I'm a seventeen year old student at the best high school ever! I'm literally Ashley's twin, yes ashley does play Azlyn. We're going for angsty twin shit <3

I've been roleplaying for at least three years now, writings my passion. I'm on a bunch of sites, some of them Ashley and I own, others we just have fun on. Vampire Diaries is one of them. Another being Whitaker academy and Some sort of Envy...

If you want to contact me try these:

AIM: thehotmasochist
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....if you want, you can email me at the same email given above.

[( shannon )]

Good descriptions, just watch some of the accidental repeats of words. And woah! Intense history! I like it and there's a lot you can do with the whole cancer situation. Accepted (;