Post by brooke on May 23, 2009 11:48:26 GMT -5
ALYSS HEART WISE!
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((Long live the car crash hearts!))
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[/color][/center]OOC Name:Brooke
Age: 17
Location: texas
Way of contact:pm and email
RP experience:6 years now
Where did you find us:on IN THIS DIARY TOUR adds
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((I don't care what you think, as long as it's about me!))
[/color][/center]Full Name:Alyss Heart Wise
Nickname: Wonderland
Age: 17
Grade: Junior
Birthdate: Feb 1st
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((It's true romance is dead- I shot it in the chest & in the head!))
[/color][/center]Play by : Sar Bennet
Appearance Description:Alyss is a pretty little girl, and little is an understatement. She only comes up to a grand total of five foot even. She's often mistaken for a freshman because of her size , but she puts people in their place with her razor sharp tongue if need be.
She's often been compared to her black cat Jinx: small, lithe, with the shock of long black hair and the big grey eyes that no one knows how she ever cam upon. Her mother often said she did it on purpose, as did her father.
She'll wear just about anything, not caring if it clashes with her plae skin, long black hair, or grey eyes.
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((I will never believe in anything again!))
[/color][/center]Likes:
- Pretty boys
- Silver
- Blood red
- Her black cat,Jinx
- Music
- Full Moon
- Night
- Black
- Colored eye liner
- glow in the dark and black nail polish
- Ruby Gloom
- Smart ass remarks
Dislikes:
- Preps
- Too much pink
- Rap music
- dogs
- Staying up too late
- Stupid questions
- Stupid people
Habits:
- She bites her nails
- Random outburts during class
Quirks/Flaws:
- Random momments
- Suffers from acute parinoia and Bi-polar mainia disorder
- Has trouble talking to pretty boys
Personality Description:
The Sometimes shy girl;;
Alyss takes a while to warm up to most people. You can think she's crazy, or think she's amazing, but either way, she can somehow end up on people's minds. Her tendencies don't often leave her with a lot of friends, but once she makes a friend, it takes a lot to break the trust.
The Front-woman;;
She seems like a totally different person once she's stepped onto stage. She seems cool,confidant and ready to face what ever happens. Once she's on stage she becomes spastic and she's alway jumping around on stage, playing and singing to her heart content.
The Tomboy;;
Alyss may come off as a major tomboy, but inside, she's a bit more girly. She likes to keep a healthy balance between the two. She takes pride in being known as someone who can kick some major ass and be one of the guys, but also wants to be someone's girl.
The Sometime Needed Bitch;;
She isn't often a bitch, just when you rub her the wrong way. When pissed off bad enough she'll snap and will be, and can, willing to beat your ass. She's rude if you're rude back and if you mess with her friends, well good luck to you.
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((I cast a spell over the west to make you think of me!))
[/color][/center]Father : [Arthur E. Wise III ll 42 ll electrition ll DECEASED]
Mother : [Aleksandra Anja Belladonna ll 40 ll Whore ll DECEASED]
Siblings: [Justin Luke Perterson|| 18|| Student|| Step brother]
[Alexander James Wise|| 13 || Student|| Half brother]
History: Alyss was born on February first to Arthur and Aleksandra Wise. She was a pretty little girl with a shock of black hair. She wasn't a difficult baby, for about the first six or seven months.But once her teeth started to come in she discovered she had a pair of lungs and boy could she scream!
She had a normal life up until she was four,that was when her parents split up. Her mother was given custody of her. After the Divorce her mother got into drugs. She spent most of her child hood disposing of any drugs and alcohol she found at her mother's house. It was very hard on her while she was growing up in her broken family. Her mother would not let her only child see her father. He remarried when she was six.
In Elementary School was was teased from a young age because of her grasp, or lack-there-of, of the spoken English languge. She spent a lot of time trying to ignore the stares and taunts and became very shy as a result, something she never really outgrew.
When she entered middle school she got into music. She'd been singing for as long as she could remember but when she was in her first year someone put a guitar in her hands and from then on she was hooked.
When she turned fourteen her father died. He'd been killed in a bar room fight,struck on the temple with a cue stick. Surprisingly it hit Alyss hard, she went into mourning four a five months,wearing nothing but white every day.It didn't effect her mother at all. In fact her mother seemed happy with the result.
Rows and rows of men came and went through the Belladonna home and they ate and drank and drugged their time away with her mother as she tried to finish school. She soon came to resent her mother and all the men. .
It wasn't until she was sixteen that the men in her mother's house began to notice her. One night in March one of her mother's many boyfriends tried to make a move on her. When she told her mother about it her mother stareted to ran and rave, screaming that no one would touch her daughter. When she came back from school the next day there was the guy that her mother had thrown out the night before, with a sick grin on his face. She ran, trying to stay away from him. She blacked out. When she woke up there was a gun in her hands, a body at her feet and dried blood caked on her body. She ran to her Step Mother's house and tried to forget everything. It was her Step Mother, Christina, that enrolled her in Barrington.To this day she has no clue where her mother is.
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((There's a light on in Chicago & I know I should be home!))
[/color][/center]Codewords: thnks fr th mmrs
RP Sample:
It was a normal night for Dymphna, walking about which ever club she could find and bobbing her head to the music. She liked to escape to whatever passed for a nightlife as soon as she could. She just felt better in dark places with loud music
For once the small girl was dressed not to shock or draw attention as she would on stage. She was dressed in a pair of faded black skinny jeans, a purple shirt with spider webs strewn about it, and a black pinstriped blazer. Not too flashy, but not too down played. She was a rock star and had an image to project.
Once she had snagged a glass of water, to start with, she turned her attention to the masses of writhing bodies that occupied the dance floor. A faint look of amusement mixed with disgust was present on her face. Lord, it was bad enough to watch teens and young adults come very close to having sex in public, but it just made her feel all the more alone.
She quickly shook off that feeling and moved her attention. This was the real reason she came to these places, she thought as her eyes landed on a pair of what appeared to be close friends. She came to people watch, to come up with emotions that she would be able to impregnate the songs she sang with. And, though she'd never admit it to anyone, she came to look at the pretty boys. Boys were Dymphnas weakness. She couldn't say no to a pretty boy. She was fine with guys, until she liked them in any way, shape, or form other than a friend. Then she had problems. Major ones.
She'd also come to listen to the music, which, she thought, could have been a lot better. She was used to being surrounded by good music. And this techno shit that was pumping out at maximum volume was causing her to wince every few seconds or so. She was tempted, very tempted, to walk out of the god forsaken hell hole before anyone noticed who she was or before her ear drums started to bleed. Whichever came first. Judging from the music, it would be her ears.Joy.
For once the small girl was dressed not to shock or draw attention as she would on stage. She was dressed in a pair of faded black skinny jeans, a purple shirt with spider webs strewn about it, and a black pinstriped blazer. Not too flashy, but not too down played. She was a rock star and had an image to project.
Once she had snagged a glass of water, to start with, she turned her attention to the masses of writhing bodies that occupied the dance floor. A faint look of amusement mixed with disgust was present on her face. Lord, it was bad enough to watch teens and young adults come very close to having sex in public, but it just made her feel all the more alone.
She quickly shook off that feeling and moved her attention. This was the real reason she came to these places, she thought as her eyes landed on a pair of what appeared to be close friends. She came to people watch, to come up with emotions that she would be able to impregnate the songs she sang with. And, though she'd never admit it to anyone, she came to look at the pretty boys. Boys were Dymphnas weakness. She couldn't say no to a pretty boy. She was fine with guys, until she liked them in any way, shape, or form other than a friend. Then she had problems. Major ones.
She'd also come to listen to the music, which, she thought, could have been a lot better. She was used to being surrounded by good music. And this techno shit that was pumping out at maximum volume was causing her to wince every few seconds or so. She was tempted, very tempted, to walk out of the god forsaken hell hole before anyone noticed who she was or before her ear drums started to bleed. Whichever came first. Judging from the music, it would be her ears.Joy.
