Alexis Rae Williams [coding fixed]

[chellie]

Character Name: Alexis Rae Williams
Nickname(s): Alex, Gamble
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Grade: Senior
Former School: Lincoln
Sexuality: Straight
Clique: Jock
Weight: 118
Height: 5'3
Appearence:

Look at the girls at the party. Look at that body; shakin' that thing like ya never did see.
Alexis would be the one in the middle of everything. She's the one catching all the eyes with that fit, five foot three frame that's busy popping, twisting, and rolling to the rhythm of the beat. Her body is well-tanned from the days spent out of doors on the park basketball court. What can she say? She loves the game. Better than being stuck inside doing nothing, right? Right. That mess of brunette hair isn't streaked with any obnoxious colors, or have an underlayer of blonde. Nope, she likes things relatively simple. At least with her hair. Seriously, why spend three hours working on something that'll just end up getting ruined after basketball practice? Long, shapely legs draw the eyes away from the face and chest. Heck, she knows she's got the legs and she's sure as heck gonna show 'em off. After all those hours spent running, why wouldn't she reveal the results? And we are in the party scene, so a mini skirt does this job quite well.

Outside of the party scene? You seriously want to know how she dresses? Alright, alright. Dresses and skirts? Eh, no. If you catch her down at the courts, or during her daily run, you'll find the seventeen year old in basketball shorts and a t-shirt (or sports bra, depending on the temperature). But more often than not you'll catch her with her rad style of snug jeans that rise low on her hips (revealing half of a portion of the 'Gamble' that's inked on her lower back), some random fitted-T, and either some athletic shoe or the amazing converse. High-tops, preferably.

Alright, so we're all curious about what kinds of… decorations she might have on her body. Piercings? Well, there's a naval piercing. That came to be from a drunken dare after a district win her Freshmen year, but surprisingly she hasn't allowed it to close up. She takes a liking to it. Now for the topic of tattoos; she does in fact have a few.
At her hip, a gun is tattooed as if it were ready to be drawn for use. And on her right side, in elegant cursive the lyrics;
Wish you were here,
wish you could see this place.
Wish you were near,
I wish I could touch your face
The reason for this inking is this: A solemn reminder of the days she'll live without her beloved parents. Her canvas of a body would not be complete without the words ‘Gamble’ etched across lower back in the form of a ‘tramp stamp’.

Make-up? Oh boy, you're a funny one. Alex wearing make up? Hell would freeze over before she wasted time on that. Again, it's just like the hair. Why put so much effort into something that will end up being messed up after a hard practice? Stupid. Mmkay, so at the clubs and other 'fun' places she just might wear some eyeliner, mascara, and gloss. But that's it for this chick.

Personality:

Bitch.
Bitch.
Bitch.
Yep, she’s a bitch. She doesn’t give a damn about people who sit about and complain about things and never take the initiative to change what they dislike. Now when we call her a bitch, we are not putting her in the group of plastic female canines, but yet someone who has a strong dislike towards other people. Too much crap has happened in her life for her to even think about relying on someone else. Perhaps if you get close enough to her, you might find the hurting girl behind the mask. Just be cautious... It's better not to rattle the cage, lest you can handle the beast inside. Whining has no place in her world, and anyone that thinks of coming to her and releasing their woes upon Alex… Well, they’ll get greeted with a cold look and a ‘quit wasting my damn time with your pansy ass’.

Her heart, like the ancient city of Jericho, was tightly sealed by immense walls of stone. In a spiraling chain reaction that started at thirteen, she had lost everything a person depends on- attentive parents, supportive friends, a secure environment. Now the shining dreams that every person should have for the future had been shattered, for beyond despair- beyond, it seemed, any hope of rescue.
Those destroyed hopes lay in the barren fortress of her heart- a maze of jagged shards scattered around her feet. She didn't dare take a step in any direction, not wishing to risk further injury by stepping on any of the splintered fragments of what used to be her life. Instead, as if standing in a minefield, she drew everything inside herself. Body, mind, soul, and spirit were gathered to form fragile concentric circles until, finally, a wounded dove cowered in the center. Until a beacon of hope came in the form of basketball… It literally saving her from a down-ward spiral that would eventually result in her destruction.

One can assume that Alex has always found it difficult to share her heart, but she communicated her devotion silently, powerfully, through ceaseless action. Her emotions are so guarded, so deep- churning like a subterranean river through caverns of stone. All too often she retreats into this locked silence.
A great philosopher once questioned if we 'Are to look at the cherry tree only when it is in full bloom? The moon only when it is cloudless?' Most would not perceive such things as a leafless tree to be beautiful, nor the black sky to be enchanting. Most do not think on such a level, their mind being shut off to anything that is not in prime condition… But alas, Alexis is not one of the majority. She sees things differently, mulls over simplistic things that are often over-looked and processes words on a deeper level. Perhaps it is the artistic side of her mind taking over from being a musician; maybe it is just a unique intuition that she was born with. Being on such a higher level of sensitivity than your average person, Miss Williams experiences events and feelings much more raw and stronger. Maybe it is the reason why, if given the chance to actually carry a conversation on with someone, she can empathize with them. With this keen sense of awareness the seventeen year old has become an excellent reader of people… Verbally she might fail in communicating with them, preferring to put forth her cold exterior to discourage any form of communication, but the brunette can see through almost any mask that might be thrown up.
It is both a blessing and a curse to have this almost sixth-sense, seeing that memories of tragedies stick with her far longer and clearer than anyone would wish for.

Alex is a tough chick through and through. She is the type of girl who doesn't care whether or not her hair looks amazing and if her clothes make her look fat. She just wants to go far in her basketball career. It doesn't matter to her what might be said about her baggy shorts and jersey as she runs and scores the winning basket for State. Just as long as she wins.

As afore mentioned; trust is something that she lacks. Majorly. Friends, teachers, etc. she keeps her defenses up as if she were protecting herself from the mighty King Kong on a rampage. It's as simple as this; no one in heaven, hell, or earth deserves her trust. The only person she can trust in to be steady and always remain is, well, herself. It's better to play on the safe side so she wont' get hurt, be cold and calloused so that she can stay secure in her own world. And because of this, the greeting you will most likely get is one of the following: the Californian salutation, a cheery shove, or (my personal favorite) yelling at you to shut your big- mouth and to get out of her dang way.

Regardless of what you might think... Alexis absolutely adores children. Children are perhaps the only people that she allows to see her soft, gentle side. Maybe this was because she was actually a kid at heart (deep, deep, deep, deep in that small heart of hers), maybe not, the only thing she knew for sure was that making a kid's face light up with a smile was one of her greatest satisfactions in life. Perhaps even more so than being chosen as Most Valuable Player. Right now, she is working as an assistant coach for a YMCA basketball league for kids. Heading off every evening to the gym after her own practice and going to work to find a bunch of faces smiling up at her, asking her what she thought of their newest 'trick' they learned or making her watch the hundred attempts they made before actually scoring and gracing her with gifts that might just look like a pile of junk, but for Alexis, they were each heartfelt and beautiful. Baseball cards, bracelets made from beads, fake tattooes, and flowers were only a few of the things she got almost every day.

Alexis loves competition. She loves to win. It's in her blood. And because of this, she'll do anything to succeed. When I say anything, I mean it. From a championship game of basketball to a friendly game of cards, she's in it to win it. To be quite honest, basketball has been the only thing she has ever succeeded in and given her comfort in her life, so she'll do whatever it takes to make sure it's the one thing that will get her out of the hell hole she calls home. Despite this winner's mentality, she understands when enough is enough and when she can go no further. But that is an admittance that rarely happens, especially for basketball. From taking steroids once, breaking and entering into the coach's office to make a point and even playing with a detached rib. She's serious about the sport and if you're wise, you won't mess it up for her.

Arguing- She holds her own in this, whether it is from a heated debate or to defining what is just and what is not, Alexis makes sure her thoughts are known. Vocalizing her opinion is no problem for dear Alexis. Dogmatic. A fancy word to describe that she's stubborn, set in her opinion, and at times immune to any sense that you might be trying to talk into her. This minx has always been one to lather her sentences up with a ton of sarcasm. It's another lovely thing that has convinced people that she's someone to avoid. And that's exactly what she wants; to be alone. She desires to be away from pain and away from the drama that teens cause. Her outlook on life is quite serious; she views the world with unveiled eyes and realizes that it isn't some place that is bountiful in love and happiness.

This attractive looking young woman is a fighter to the end, never once backing down from a problem set before her. Try to force her into something? You'll regret even thinking that you could, for an equivalent of a stick of dynamite being lit underneath your feet will be let out upon you. 'Though she be but little, she is fierce.' Our dear friend William Shakespeare must have seen into the future and glimpsed at the demeanor of Alexis Williams when he had created this classic quote.

If you tick Miss Williams off, you better believe she will get revenge. A grudge is not necessarily something that she will hold against you, but do not think that the minx will just let something go. Quietly she'll bide her time until you least expect it, then bam, Alex will get you where it hurts most. In other words, she'll make your life miserable until she finally decides you've learnt your lesson. Needless to say, she's the type of person that follows up with her threats. If she says she's gonna kick your butt, you better run while you have the chance. No mercy will be shed upon someone once you've pushed all of her buttons. Yes, yes, yes. You call her a witch. But we have already stated that. Several times. And yes, it's the truth. You can love her, hate her, or worship her. She's the one thang that don't give a dang.

A fighter is not always an overly-loud and out-going person as often is the cliché for the label. But a fighter can also be a person, shut-off and insecure, that consistently conquers obstacles that people could not even begin to imagine- but they do not go around proclaiming their testimony for the world to hear. A hero is not always a person who bares a grin and proudly struts around in the spotlight. But a hero can be a person who bears the scars and wounds of the fight and, even in their pain, continues to drive on day after day with the persistence that comes from experience. An inspiration is not always brilliantly shining and full of encouraging words. But an inspiration can come from a person, though survived through extreme conditions, suffering in sorrow but still strives to live… Not experiencing the bliss of a fairy tale life- but still they trudge on and seek out for that hope and that relief that looms ahead.
Mayhap Alexis Rae Williams is a fighter, hero, and inspiration in a way that most will not see.
Whatever she is, she is a person that has experienced the hardships of life and has gained an abundance of wisdom and amazing resilience, even if she lives with a fear of getting close to people that is still too big for her to tackle.


Likes: +Basketball, Cars, Motorcycles, Winning, Singing, Amos Lee, Track, Cross Country, Rain, Challenges, Poetry, Writing, Being alone, Photography, Traveling, NBA, WNBA, Independence, Going against the status quo, Dancing, Oranges, Swimming, Guys, Music

Dislikes: -Foster Care, Volleyball, Idiots, Dresses, Body Odor, Birds, Idleness, Stupidity, Fakes, 'Emo' kids, Candy, Soda, Childish People, Guidelines, Quitters, Hypocrites, Reality Shows, Lawyers, Biology, Losing

Obsessions:
+Basketball; lives it, eats it, breathes it. Heck. She even dreams about it.
+Her '67 Impala; this is her baby. She saved up enough money working to buy the car, and spent countless hours alongside her foster father in the shop working on the Chevy until it ran as smooth as silk.

Extra:

*Singing... Believe it or not, this young woman can sing like no other. It's a talent she rarely shows off, therefor resulting in the rawness of her voice. But when she does let loose a few lyrics... You'll be shocked and amazed at the lovely sound you will hear.

*Cars. Would you be surprised to know that she knows her way around an engine? Well, it's what happens when your foster father is a mechanic and is more than happy to teach the curious mind of a teenager about the innards of a vehicle.

*Love? Well, at one time she had a dream of finding the perfect guy. But then crap happens and love is something she doesn't believe in any longer. If she were looking for a guy, he'd have to be able to accept her for who she is. And be her support in her time of need.

Fears:
[-] Failing
Failure on my part in any situation can result in everything I've ever worked for going down the drain... I won't let that happen.

[-] The dark
Bad things have always happened in the dark. I hate it.

[-] Falling and never getting back up
For so long I've had this dream of just always falling... Falling into nothing; just pits of black. And when I finally land, I'm engulfed in this darkness. I can't climb back out... I'm... Lost. Defeated. Alone... Utterly alone.

[-] Growing close to someone and have them leave
What if I do let my walls down... What if I let someone in? And they just leave in the end? Destroying whatever I've managed to recreate through the years? I'm strong... But I can only take so much pain. And to love, and not be loved in return; it would be unbearable.

[-] People seeing her when she's weak
If one were to see me when I'm weak... My ability would be questioned.

[-] Being black-mailed
Being a pawn... It's a fate worse than death. To be twisted into a position where you lose your own free-will. Who could stand that? Certainly not me. And with just the right information... I could become such.

[-]Being Raped/Attacked
Every girl's worst nightmare.

Quirks/Habits:
|x| Bites her nails.

|x| Extremely ticklish

|x| Cannot stand someone touching her with their feet.

|x| She always rises before sunrise.

|x| Lost in deep thought, Alex tends to toy with her hair.

|x| Reads Jane Eyre every Christmas.

Weaknesses: Well, basketball for sure. Tell her that she's terrible at it and you can very well send her into a wave of depression. But weaknesses as to getting close to her? Hm, that's a tough one. Being so closed off to the world, it makes it almost nigh impossible to accomplish this feat. But don't be deterred, it can happen. Surprise her with maybe challenging her at a game of basketball, that might get you some where. Then there is the idea of catching her off guard with a kind word instead of the harsh retaliation to her brutal nature.

Aspirations: Well, she's got a dream of going professional in basketball. To get into greater detail, she wishes to play for the Los Angeles Sparks like Lisa Lesley. Dare to tell her otherwise? Be ready for a beat-down.

Flaws:

-rude
She'll admit it herself; she's one of the rudest people you'll come across. It's not a matter of her liking you or not, it's just the fact that you're up in her business and poking subjects that should be left alone.
-no real self-confidence
Now, there is a sense of having a false confidence (meaning that a mask is put on for all the world to see and believe that you are some calm, cool, collected person that doesn't need anyone to help them) this she displays quite well. When it comes to having true confidence, she lacks in this. After being beaten down for so many years of her young life, the mindset of hopelessness and worthlessness has been welded deep inside her.
-blames herself for losing austin
This ties into the no self-confidence category… See, Alex (even though she was at the young age of thirteen) can not get it out of her mind that she could have done something to stop CPS from taking away young Austin. In reality, there was nothing she could do. But alas one cannot get this through their mind when they carry the woes of the world on their shoulders and never word their fears or discomfort.
-stubborn
As a mule, it's true. Even if she is wrong, she'll not back down from what she believes in. Try to move her, and you'll fail miserably. It's the facts of life, kids. If she hadn't been stubborn, there's no way in heaven, hell, or earth that she could have made it this far.
-opinionated
This goes hand in hand with stubbornness. Voicing her opinion is a right that she uses quite often, and with that stubborn streak the female will go head to head with any opponent that might even a smidge disagree with her.
-keeps her emotions in too long
Rather than venting to a trusted (as if she has anyone that she trusts) friend, Alexis keeps all the pain, frustrations, and heart ache to herself. Not once does she ever squeak a complaint about any possible drama that might be going on in her life, in her belief it is better to keep all that inside. To stay on the safe side so there isn't a chance that you'll get hurt even more by some backstabber spreading rumors about the things you had in confidence told them.
-can get very jealous
After being a star athlete, she hates giving up the spotlight in the courts. Not to mention the fact that if there's someone she's interested in and some other person is making a move on them, well it can get down right ugly. That big green monster of envy pays his visits to Miss Williams every once in a while, and trust me everyone knows when this happens.
-has trusting issues
What is the point to trust someone? What is the point of having someone close? In the end they'll leave you and break the mended pieces of a heart that had already been shattered. Isolation is preferred, for in isolation you have only yourself to rely on, your closest companion being your own self. In this imagined world, Alex can survive. One can almost say that it is impossible for Alexis to put blind faith in someone, it's a flaw that has hindered her from experiencing many of life's wonders. The saddest part of all of this is that she is content with missing out on the experiences of love, friendship, and the joys the two can offer.

History:

Once upon a time there was a little babe born unto a loving family in the country of Texas and the kingdom of Dallas. 'Twas a tiny girl, swathed in soft blankets with two proud parents gazing down at cooing at the bundle of joy. King James and Queen Grace Williams dubbed the wee lass Alexis Rae Williams. Their gift from heaven. Thirteen years had come and gone, with a little prince being born into this royal family to complete it. Thirteen golden years, full of triumph and glory with the rein of King James and Queen Grace. But a dark evil would come to obliterate their joy.
It had been the eve of their anniversary since the couple had wed, confirming their rule together as husband and wife.
Our highnesses had left to enjoy a feast for two in the uptown portion of their kingdom, planning to spend an evening of reminiscing on the past, cherishing the present, and imagining the future days that would come more quickly than they had expected.
In this time period, King James and Queen Grace could not even fathom that this Golden Age was coming to an end and swiftly.

Thirteen.
It is considered an unlucky number.
Thirteen.
That night had been a night full of thirteens.
Thirteen.
Their daughter had just turned thirteen.
Thirteen.
It was their thirteenth anniversary.
Thirteen.
It was the thirteenth of April.
Thirteen.
It is considered an unlucky number.
Thirteen.
That night had been full of thirteens.

After a few hours of celebration and mirth, our beloved highnesses had left the regal feast. Leaving to return home and kiss the Prince Austin and Princess Alexis good night.
They had never made it.
A peasant had filled his gut with too much wine, impairing all senses, and decided to escort himself home without a designated driver.
Screeching tires. Metal crunching. Fire burning. Lights flashing.

she just wants to crawl up and die-
hide away and cry.
away from the pain.
away from the blame.
away from the shame.

Thirteen long years full of love, joy, and happiness. Never would one imagine that this couple was living in their last hours.
It had been the cliché drunk driver.
The one that no one believes they will run into.

12:06 AM the automobile accident took place.
The rain had been pouring, drastically limiting vision for even the soberest person. The oil in the black-top had risen, causing the high way to become as slick as ice. Black ice. Death ice. The twenty-two year old man had been going ninety-three miles per hour, the alcohol in her system making a three-year old have better judgment than her.
They never had a chance.
The driver had walked away unharmed, save for a few bumps and scratches.
But as for our dear king and queen; they were dead.
As of 1:42 AM on April 14th, 2003 Mr. and Mrs. Williams were pronounced dead.
Leaving their thirteen-year old daughter and two-year old son alone in the world.
So ended our fairytale.

But not the end of the story.
Alexis and Austin Williams had been left to fend for themselves.
Their pathetic excuse for relatives refusing to take either in under their wing.
Another mouth to feed was just entirely too much money to waste.

What happened then?

Dark fingers closing around her throat,
she cannot scream.
She cannot cry.
No one can her hear,
No one will listen.

None of their family wanted two extra mouths to feed. None wanted the hassle of dealing with orphaned children.
No one had the time or patience. The solution to their relatives 'problem' kids? Foster care.
Well, adoption actually came for Austin.
The day he had been taken out of her arms and passed into the arms of that smiling woman would come to be the last day the sister saw the toddler's chubby face. Adoption never came for her.
There wasn't a family willing to take on the challenge of adopting and caring for freely for a grieving teen girl. They wanted a cute, giggly baby that wasn't able to talk back.
No, the Williams girl had to have people paid by the state to keep her. In a home with fake love she was shipped off to spend the rest of her eighteen years there.

Thirteen was suddenly becoming a number that followed her around like a lost dog.
With the constant harassment from some man and woman that were hackling her, trying to make her obey their demands, she'd become the bitch that we know today. Refusing to listen, refusing to submit, and refusing to follow the crowd.
Like heck she would let this certain Mr. and Mrs. Lockhart replace her mother and father. No one could do that.

She's the new girl,
the one who always smiles.
The new girl lies.
She lies and hides behind her smile.

When she had first moved to the high school, she had come up with a web of lies to cover up the past. She didn't want to be the sympathy of the school faculty, nor did she want the student body knowing every detail of her life. Talking about it would never make her feel better. Heck, hadn't they realized yet she was numb to all the emotions that the psychiatrist had described? Couldn't they see that nothing the man drawled on about mattered to her? That the therapy hadn't changed anything?

No, it was basketball that had kept her sane. It kept her alive. She had lost her family. Lost all of her friends. Even lost her home. But basketball still remained. Through the past four years of torment, it had gotten her through. The court was her safe haven from the foster parents. It allowed her to escape. To express. To release. To get angry. Basketball was her anti-drug.

‘Success is counted sweetest
by those who ne'er succeed.'
-Emily Dickenson

She succeeded at basketball. So much of her heart had been put into this game to reap the reward. It had become her life-line, her ticket to getting out of this hell hole. A dream to go professional and play ball for the LA Sparks. A dream she put her soul into. A dream that connected her with the one person she thought she would never see again… Austin. Through basketball, she became a coach at the local YMCA to earn a little cash on the side. 'Lo and behold her younger brother showed up on her team by pure coincidence. Since then, she's been seeing him every other day for practice and visiting he and his adoptive parents on weekends to catch up on the years she missed of his growing up.

Pain not letting her go,
his hold ever tighter.
Taunting her to cry.
Taunting her to fall.

A star athlete with a pretty face. It was hard to imagine the coldness that resided in her chest. The tough chick this seventeen year old had become played as the perfect mask to hide behind. This orphan was the jerk that no one messed with. That dogmatic and sarcastic personality always making her the student every teacher loathed. It seemed her philosophy worked quite well; be a pain in the butt and there will be no questions asked.
She flies solo.

She can't be free.
She won't let go.
The memories are too fierce,
a light cannot pierce.

'Never let a person in and you'll never get hurt.' The minx would constantly remind herself.

Five years she has endured through the pain of trying to blend with a family that was not hers. Do not think that the Lockharts were cruel people, they were far from it—in fact, Alex could not have asked for a better family to be placed in. However, their kindness could not take away what all that happened. It could not even begin to scrape away all the pain and burden that the young woman carried around on her shoulders. It was with pure determination that Alex stuck with the Lockharts as long as she had instead of trying to run off and do her own thing, and you ask for her reason? To be eligible to attend a university of some sort (getting in with a full ride through a basketball scholarship) and better the life she had. Some would call it the 'American' dream, but for her this was no dream.
Getting out was a necessity.
Getting out would determine if she would ever make it in this world that has dealt this lass quite the poor hand.
Luck changes, though.
Perhaps she'll gain a royal flush her senior year.

Sample Rp:

The odd ball female listened to the insults that were slung at her. For the most part, she considered herself to be quite a patient and stable person that was not prone to raging tempers. But, this stranger was truly causing a different side to come out of the darkness in this woman.

That no good, arrogant piece of... Work. Clearly, somebody seemed to have a big helping of Grumpy Flakes that morning. How dare he have the audacity to first assume her to be some trashy little bimbo to fight over a douche, then call her a crazy bitch, and then to finish out with how dare she get into someone else’s business. What temper that might have been cooling off from the first wave of attack roared back to life. Its angry flames looking for something to devour and destroy, "Excuse me?" This was not going to go over very well with her. "Need I remind you, you were the one who jumped into my personal business with assuming that I was in a pathetic relationship with some scoundrel of a man and had dropped down to such a low as getting the shit beat out of me by the whore." The thick-laced drawl of earlier seemed to disappear from existence, as if Victoria had been faking the accent the entire time. Odd, yes. But it was a habit that had formed over the few years she had spent in the University where public speaking classes and debates had forced her to be able to speak clearly and properly under pressure and scrutiny. Yeah, she was a live wire... And that could be harmful to her own case. The last thing she needed was to do was piss off the wrong person. But, seriously. This man was absolutely absurd. She was not the type of person who openly did not like a person before getting to know them; and even when she did get to know them, it was still all the more difficult for her to have a strong distaste for any person. There were always exceptions, however. And this fellow could easily become her exception to her norm.

“Further more, you could be a bloody Canadian immigrant trying to smuggle people back to Canada for some sort of sick human trafficking. Illegal immigrants are not strictly Mexicans, contrary to the horrible cliché is often made,” said Miss Coffman, eyes glinting like hard gems of sapphire thrown in a furnace. “I’m not entirely sure if you just have some sort of superiority complex or what… And, quite frankly, I really don’t give a damn if that’s the case. Just because you have some woe-filled story of tragedy or were that kid that could never make daddy proud does not give you the right to look down on others—especially when you were the one who had first initiated the conversation with the same prying that you are acting so condescending towards me for. I believe they call that hypocrisy, right?” She took a drink, wetting her pallet before casting her usually laughing eyes back onto the guy, “And to conclude, had I been anyone else; I’m sure my animosity would not have remained in just a verbal exchange.”

The act of being oblivious was a dangerous thing. Especially for the likes of Tori as she coolly and without any consideration had delivered comments against the stranger with her unforgiving mixture of barbed comments and merciless correction. If she would have only taken the briefest second to look at the male; she might have noticed the angry annoyance that was nestled inside his chest that was just waiting to be let loose upon her in some verbal retaliation. Blue eyes that reminded one so much of a blue star bursting to life sifted from Cooper to the exit. She was sorely tempted to abandon the quest of eating a burger and leave right then and there; but Texan pride demanded the twenty-two year old to remain where she was. Hell, it was a public place and there should be no reason why she should not be allowed to eat.

And she sure as hell was not afraid of anyone. Not even this pessimist with his calloused mannerisms and rude judgments.

Celeb:

Megan Fox

Out Of Character:

So, um.
My name is Chellie and I was born in 1991. I've role-played for several years now, I can't put a finger ona n exact number. But I've been around the block a time or two. Anywho. You can find me on AIM (wingsofaiko)

[( shannon )]

I really liked the conversation aspect of this piece. The way it was written really gave you the impression of her personality even before getting to the personality section. I'm assuming the personality section, however, is the history? I think something funny happened with the application so once you fix that this will definitely be accepted (: . So for now, pending.

[( shannon )]

You're good to go (: