Post by invaderzimwannabe on Oct 30, 2010 18:31:49 GMT -5
Character Name: Alice Marie Sparks.
Nickname(s): Sparks, Allie.
Gender: Female
Age: 15 1/2
Grade: Sophomore
Former School: Transfer
Sexuality: Straight
Clique: Outcast
Weight: 107 pounds.
Height: 5'7
Appearence:
Nickname(s): Sparks, Allie.
Gender: Female
Age: 15 1/2
Grade: Sophomore
Former School: Transfer
Sexuality: Straight
Clique: Outcast
Weight: 107 pounds.
Height: 5'7
Appearence:
Standing at five feet, seven inches, Alice is somewhere in the middle of the height chart. Average, you could say. Not too high, not too short. Mid-length brown hair that either curls or straightens, the true dream of all girls. Her eyes are somewhat of a mystery, seeing as she wears colored contacts half the time. They're truly a pretty shade of a venomous green.Personality:
She's skinny, but curved in all the right places. Most of the time, she wears clothes that don't exactly fit. Though she may be pretty, she doesn't seem to try and pull anything off. Meaning that she usually goes without makeup. Depending on her mood, she may style her hair, or just pull it into a ponytail.
Her legs would be ones for a model's body. Long legs, flat feet, and a crooked toe on each foot mark her as unique. A few freckles spread out across her narrowed face. She always seems to look a bit tired, with a hint of shadows under her eyelids. Alice has long arms, but then has small hands, limbed with long fingers.
Alice doesn't participate in sports. She isn't anywhere near an athletic build. Usually having the remains of lead on her hands, it's obvious she's into the arts instead. Her features give her off as an innocent sweetheart. If you get to know her, though, you'll see that it's only half true.
Alice is a complicated one to figure out. Like a puzzle, you can't see the whole thing until you have each little piece. No one - not even her parents - have been able to achieve that yet. She's an innocent little jerk. Steal her things, you'll get her tears.History:
She's a child-like nerd by nature. Coloring, Harry Potter, Transformers, cartoons, you name it. She doesn't like to talk much, but she'll gladly have a conversation with anyone who starts it. Alice is one to wear the same jewelry every day, even if it does't match. She's never seen without listening to her iPod, even in the middle of class. Teachers should know by now that she isn't one to mess with. She's like a little Freddy Krueger or something.
She's into horror movies and comedies, just as long as it doesn't involve much romance. Alice has had horrible trouble with love throughout her years. She'd rather watch some chick get brutally murdered than made out with. Often, she'll write song lyrics or doodle pictures instead of write the correct answers on her homework. Her old teachers knew that she had potential - if she could only be motivated.
Even with her figure, she loves to eat. Especially sweets. Chocolate, ice cream, candy. Halloween's her favorite holiday - you get to get free candy just by dressing up as something for fun. What's more fun than that?
As a quote-unquote rebel back in middle school, she lost all her true friends. She didn't drink or do drugs, no, but she hardly focused on her grades and refused to listen to the teachers. Towards the end of the year, she found out that her so-called "friends" had been talking about her behind her back, calling her names such as a wanna-be loser. Alice decided over the summer that she'd make herself over. Stopping contact with just about everyone, she vamped up her wardrobe, redid her room, and contemplated her image. She also grew closer to God - yeah, she's a Christian - and spent a week at Church camp. That's before she had to move.Sample Rp:
The day before she left for California, she realized something. She wanted to be a singer. A famous one, mind you. Not one that was only discovered by a grand total of three people on Youtube. She's gonna achieve that dream someday, no matter who she has to cut to get there.
She has her favorite pictures hanging up on her bedroom walls. If you ask her for her favorite color, she won't give a direct answer. She may even make up a color, depending on her mood. After announcing that pink is evil, she was cast out of her former clique - the preps - and deemed as an outcast. That was back in third grade, but she hasn't forgotten.
Now, Alice had fashion sense, but she really didn't care about looking her best. Only when it mattered would she ever consider dressing up. If she were to (ever) get a date, she'd just dress in skinny jeans and a flattering shirt.
She's musically gifted. She knows how to read music, play piano, play guitar, and sing. Her mother, on the other hand, knows nothing of the sort.
She currently lives with her prime family. Her mother, her father, and her two brothers. Her siblings are adopted. The oldest is thirteen years old, named Shane. The youngest is almost seven, and named Mason. She's closer to Mason and her father than Shane and her mother.
"I've been hoping and praying for a single way, to show you what I'm all about." From under the covers emerged the head of a tired-looking teenager, almost 16 years old. Venomous green eyes slowly opened, taking in the scene around her. Green walls, black sheets, hand-drawn pictures up on the walls. Her new room, she remembered after a few minutes.Celeb:
She had moved from Indiana that weekend, and she was about to go to school. It was Monday. Alice groaned, slipping out of bed and sitting there. She hated mornings, especially on Mondays.
The girl stood at five-foot-seven, and her caramel-shaded hair was curled at the moment. It came just past her shoulders. Wearing a too-big Invader Zim shirt and Victoria's Secret shorts, she was the definition of a hot mess. At least, that's what her old friends had said. Just remembering them made her a bit sad, and angry at her parents.
Getting up, she wandered down the stairs. The oak flooring made her shiver on her bare feet, for it was freezing cold. Alice groaned once more and trudged back upstairs, fetching her favorite slippers. They were decorated to be owls, colored blue, green, pink, and black colors. She dropped them to the floor before slipping them on, wandering back downstairs.
She wandered over to the stainless steel fridge, opening it up. What to eat, what to eat? Hmm, perhaps scrambled eggs? No, too bland. What about bacon? That'd take too long to make. Fruit seemed out of the question, for she saved that for dinner.
Closing the heavy door, she wandered across the kitchen and into the pantry. No, correction - walk-in food room. Another reason she was weird was because she changed the name of things. Pantries were walk-in food rooms, and children were minions. Searching, she looked up to the top shelf. What she saw was worthy enough for one of her surprised gasps. Could it be? Yes, her mother had gone out and bought her Lucky Charms! Picking up the red box, she did a jump as the High School Musical actors did on the posters.
After finishing getting ready, she returned back to her bedroom. She had yet to get dressed, and her bus was going to be here any minute. Groaning once more, she sat back on her bed, grabbing her purple iPod Nano and choosing a song. Hmm, Stephen Jerzak was acceptable. She pressed the center button, and She Said began blaring.
She got up and wandered over to her closet, opening up the white doors. After searching for about five minutes, she finally decided on the best first-day outfit she could find. Black Converse high-tops, dark-wash skinny jeans, and a loose-fitting cream shirt. A black tank top underneath, her too-big black and blue To Write Love On Her Arms bracelet on her arm, she felt as ready as she ever would be.
Oh, today was going to be a long day.
Rooney Mara.Out Of Character:
Taylor.
15 1/2.
Around 3 years.
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