Post by tuna on Sept 13, 2010 21:30:20 GMT -5
Hi, my name is (Alice) and this is my (Technically second, but only) character. I found this site through (been here before). Something you should know about me is I used to play Juliet. I was here back in March. But then got married and moved. Now that the craziness is over, I'm back!.
Canon: Alice in Wonderland
Custom Title: "To Be Found In Wonderland"
PHYSICAL
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Height: 5'5"
Body: Anorexic.
Other distinguishing features: None.
Wardrobe: She can usually be found in a leotard. She spend most of her time practicing in the studio and even when she's away, she still usually has one on underneath her clothes. Like Superman.[/ul]
Play By: Carey Mulligan
PERSONALITY
General personality:
Caring;; She has supported a lot of abused children charities and held quite a few successful fundraisers. It is a cause that is close to her heart. She has also been known to give out tickets to her performances to the homeless.
Lonely;; A divorcee, she’s not even sure if she believes in love anymore. But she is very aware that she is lonely. She spends most of her time throwing herself into work so she doesn’t notice, but has tried a few dates. It would help if her ex-husband didn’t scare them all off.
Intelligent;; Top in all of her classes in high school and then her academics at the Royal Ballet Academy, she’s incredibly intelligent. She can crunch numbers like no one’s business and is rather good at manipulating the written and spoken word. She loves to read, and usually listens to audio books as she practices.
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Quotes, frequently used expressions:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Strengths: her determination, intelligence, and kindness
Weaknesses: she's stubborn, has an eating disorder, and still has feelings for her obsessive ex-husband.
BACKGROUND
Family:
Frank Ayers :: 46 :: Uncle :: Alive :: Owns a Successful Advertising Agency
Wendy Ayers :: 40 :: Mother :: Unknown :: Drug-dealer
Joe Frandle :: 50 :: Father :: Unknown :: Drug-dealer
Education: High School Degree + Graduate from the Royal Ballet Academy
Occupation: Prima Ballerina
Worst past experience: Her divorce
Best past experience: Living with her Uncle
History:
Allison was born April twenty-sixth, a little over twenty eight years ago to unwed parents, Joe Frandle and Wendy Ayers. Joe was twenty five, the mother of his newborn only fifteen. When Wendy’s parents and brother, Frank Ayers, had discovered Wendy’s pregnancy, she ran away with Joe, fearing what they might do to her beloved. Joe struggled very hard to support Wendy and little Allison, taking many odd jobs as they moved frequently to avoid any one recognizing Wendy. They, however, never married, even after another addition was added to the family four years after Allison’s birth. Robbie. His addition to their family made any already tough situation, harder, and so began the stretch of time in which Wendy and Allison became panhandlers in order to eat and sleep somewhere besides the streets.
It was then that the dreams began. Always the same, they came at least once a week. About a world called Wonderland. Wonderland is a crazy mixed-up world where everything isn’t like it should be. It’s ruled by a rather tyrannical queen known as the Queen of Hearts, and she has an army of soldiers, all named after each card in a deck of cards. There are also several inhabitants of Wonderland, the Mad Hatter, that has gotten her out of more than one scrape, the March Hare, his rather unstable friend, a drug addicted Caterpillar as well as several other kooky people. Alice tends to have a hard time remembering many of these dreams, however, and usually only remembers the fuzzy details.
The panhandling lasted for nearly a year before Joe came up with a brilliant idea. They could peddle drugs out of their home. Wendy, fed up with panhandling, agreed. At first it worked out well, they were able to purchase a modest little home and food regularly. But it quickly took a turn for the worst, when Joe was stabbed by a client for raising the price of his cocaine and the client ran off with a large amount of cocaine. The suppliers still wanted their money, but the doctors’ bills from Joe’s injury kept piling up as well. Wendy, against Joe’s knowledge, went to visit her brother to ask for money.
Frank hadn’t seen his sister in over five years, and those five years had done a number on Wendy. She was well below a healthy weight, her cheeks sunken, and a few of her teeth were missing. Only twenty years old, and yet she could pass for nearly forty. Wendy had also brought Allison along, hoping to play on his sympathies. It worked, but backfired on Wendy. Frank gave her all the money she needed, and then some, but demanded that Allison stay with him. Wendy protested, but Frank told her if she brought the authorities into it, he would win anyways, and they would be in jail for drug possession and selling.
Frank immediately began to dote upon the young girl, putting her into the best schools, along with his other children, and giving her almost anything she wanted. Allison began to live the sort of charmed life she’d heard about in fairytales and bedtime stories. It was wonderful. For a long time, however, she worried about Robbie. But she didn’t say anything to Uncle Frank about him, for fear he would put her parents in jail.
Time passed, and Allison had forgotten about the little brother she left behind. She’d been only five when they’d parted, and when Allison thought of him, she wasn’t even sure if he was real or if she’d made him up. Allison was now almost eighteen and a bright, wonderful young girl. She was accepted to the Royal Ballet Academy in London. Studying at the school, she finished her schooling there in a little less than four years, with accolades from all of her instructors. After she graduated, she decided to stay in London for another year to really enjoy her experience and train at the Royal Opera House. While there, she met a young journalist, Lucas Miller. Lucas was, passionate and interesting and they immediately had chemistry. They both fell in love, and Lucas asked for her hand in marriage.
But life together wasn’t as pretty as they pictured it. There was constant fighting and yelling, and the passion that she loved had turned to violence. In a drunken rage, Lucas struck Alice. She’d had enough after a year and divorced him, moving back to the states and finding a great job at the American Ballet Theatre. That was nearly two years ago now, and she’s still had trouble moving on, not helped by Lucas’s determination to get her back through less than honorable means, following her to the states and watching her every performance obsessively.
Alice still has the dreams, only they’ve become more frequent since she’s moved to New York City. She doesn’t understand what this means, but perhaps in time she will.
THE SAMPLE
In Character Sample:
Alice was pretty sure she had imagined the door opening. And she was completely sure she was imagining the man the stood at the door, and now held her tiny frame. There wasn't a chance in hell he was real. But he seemed so real. She nuzzled into his chest for a second, weakly moaning. He was warm. So warm. So nice. A few tears leaked from her eyes as she realized he wasn't a good dream. And that she wasn't going to die outside that damn door. She tried desperately to whisper to him, to say anything. She wasn't sure what to say, as she had no idea who this man was. But he was her savior, and she wanted to acknowledge that.
However, the only thing that came out was weak moaning. She felt ridiculous. She had been on her own for a while now, and had done a pretty good job of taking care of herself. But lately, she had gotten stupid, brazen. The vampire she had run into took advantage of that and left her barely breathing, if that truck of Rogues hadn't come along. Wait? Where were they? She remember them voting on if to leave her on the side of the road or take her with them. And then something about low supplies. She would've laughed if she could have. They had left her. The cowards. She began to fall further into unconsciousness. Her breathing was shallow and halted.
Alice grasped out for Scott as he asked questions, trying hard to keep her conscious and awake. She began to mumble softly, "Alice..." The rest was unintelligible. When he set her down and moved away for the doctors to take over, she tried feebly to fight them. She didn't trust them. They were so sterile, cold. She had never trusted doctors. The last one she had met tried to kill her. Granted she was no longer herself. Alice was delving further into her own head, getting lost in her own thoughts. She tried desperately to resurface, coughing loudly as her dry throat tried to make out simple words. Anything. She felt like she was burning. She was semi-aware of the blood loss, but didn't seem to really believe that giving up and succumbing to her injuries was an option. She fluttered between being consciousness and unconsciousness with a small cough every time.
She reached out to the man who had helped her, but he seemed so far away now. The doctors kept pushing her arm back to her side, and she defiantly kept sticking it out. She felt weak, but needed someone to hold her hand. To care for her. It had been so long since anyone had cared. Kate. Kate had always cared. Certain men had cared, but most men had proved to be too hard to please, and she didn't have the time for pleasing anyone but herself. But now, she desperately needed someone.
She looked at Scott, her eyes fluttering open and closed, her slender, blood crusted and dirty arm reaching out him. She would remember that face. She promised herself. Even if she died right now. She would remember that face. Her savior. Her friend.
Tell us WHY your original character would fit with the theme of this board: Because she is interesting, flawed, and has more mortal ties to this world than what she is inspired from. Also, I've used the story creatively without going supernatural, or the druggie route.
Allison Jane Ayers
| High Class |
| High Class |
Canon: Alice in Wonderland
Custom Title: "To Be Found In Wonderland"
PHYSICAL
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Height: 5'5"
Body: Anorexic.
Other distinguishing features: None.
Wardrobe: She can usually be found in a leotard. She spend most of her time practicing in the studio and even when she's away, she still usually has one on underneath her clothes. Like Superman.[/ul]
Play By: Carey Mulligan
PERSONALITY
General personality:
Caring;; She has supported a lot of abused children charities and held quite a few successful fundraisers. It is a cause that is close to her heart. She has also been known to give out tickets to her performances to the homeless.
Lonely;; A divorcee, she’s not even sure if she believes in love anymore. But she is very aware that she is lonely. She spends most of her time throwing herself into work so she doesn’t notice, but has tried a few dates. It would help if her ex-husband didn’t scare them all off.
Intelligent;; Top in all of her classes in high school and then her academics at the Royal Ballet Academy, she’s incredibly intelligent. She can crunch numbers like no one’s business and is rather good at manipulating the written and spoken word. She loves to read, and usually listens to audio books as she practices.
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Quotes, frequently used expressions:
Likes:
- Dancing
- Books
- Animals
Dislikes:
- Fur, leather, or suede
- Her own body's limits
- Her parents
Strengths: her determination, intelligence, and kindness
Weaknesses: she's stubborn, has an eating disorder, and still has feelings for her obsessive ex-husband.
BACKGROUND
Family:
Frank Ayers :: 46 :: Uncle :: Alive :: Owns a Successful Advertising Agency
Wendy Ayers :: 40 :: Mother :: Unknown :: Drug-dealer
Joe Frandle :: 50 :: Father :: Unknown :: Drug-dealer
Education: High School Degree + Graduate from the Royal Ballet Academy
Occupation: Prima Ballerina
Worst past experience: Her divorce
Best past experience: Living with her Uncle
History:
Allison was born April twenty-sixth, a little over twenty eight years ago to unwed parents, Joe Frandle and Wendy Ayers. Joe was twenty five, the mother of his newborn only fifteen. When Wendy’s parents and brother, Frank Ayers, had discovered Wendy’s pregnancy, she ran away with Joe, fearing what they might do to her beloved. Joe struggled very hard to support Wendy and little Allison, taking many odd jobs as they moved frequently to avoid any one recognizing Wendy. They, however, never married, even after another addition was added to the family four years after Allison’s birth. Robbie. His addition to their family made any already tough situation, harder, and so began the stretch of time in which Wendy and Allison became panhandlers in order to eat and sleep somewhere besides the streets.
It was then that the dreams began. Always the same, they came at least once a week. About a world called Wonderland. Wonderland is a crazy mixed-up world where everything isn’t like it should be. It’s ruled by a rather tyrannical queen known as the Queen of Hearts, and she has an army of soldiers, all named after each card in a deck of cards. There are also several inhabitants of Wonderland, the Mad Hatter, that has gotten her out of more than one scrape, the March Hare, his rather unstable friend, a drug addicted Caterpillar as well as several other kooky people. Alice tends to have a hard time remembering many of these dreams, however, and usually only remembers the fuzzy details.
The panhandling lasted for nearly a year before Joe came up with a brilliant idea. They could peddle drugs out of their home. Wendy, fed up with panhandling, agreed. At first it worked out well, they were able to purchase a modest little home and food regularly. But it quickly took a turn for the worst, when Joe was stabbed by a client for raising the price of his cocaine and the client ran off with a large amount of cocaine. The suppliers still wanted their money, but the doctors’ bills from Joe’s injury kept piling up as well. Wendy, against Joe’s knowledge, went to visit her brother to ask for money.
Frank hadn’t seen his sister in over five years, and those five years had done a number on Wendy. She was well below a healthy weight, her cheeks sunken, and a few of her teeth were missing. Only twenty years old, and yet she could pass for nearly forty. Wendy had also brought Allison along, hoping to play on his sympathies. It worked, but backfired on Wendy. Frank gave her all the money she needed, and then some, but demanded that Allison stay with him. Wendy protested, but Frank told her if she brought the authorities into it, he would win anyways, and they would be in jail for drug possession and selling.
Frank immediately began to dote upon the young girl, putting her into the best schools, along with his other children, and giving her almost anything she wanted. Allison began to live the sort of charmed life she’d heard about in fairytales and bedtime stories. It was wonderful. For a long time, however, she worried about Robbie. But she didn’t say anything to Uncle Frank about him, for fear he would put her parents in jail.
Time passed, and Allison had forgotten about the little brother she left behind. She’d been only five when they’d parted, and when Allison thought of him, she wasn’t even sure if he was real or if she’d made him up. Allison was now almost eighteen and a bright, wonderful young girl. She was accepted to the Royal Ballet Academy in London. Studying at the school, she finished her schooling there in a little less than four years, with accolades from all of her instructors. After she graduated, she decided to stay in London for another year to really enjoy her experience and train at the Royal Opera House. While there, she met a young journalist, Lucas Miller. Lucas was, passionate and interesting and they immediately had chemistry. They both fell in love, and Lucas asked for her hand in marriage.
But life together wasn’t as pretty as they pictured it. There was constant fighting and yelling, and the passion that she loved had turned to violence. In a drunken rage, Lucas struck Alice. She’d had enough after a year and divorced him, moving back to the states and finding a great job at the American Ballet Theatre. That was nearly two years ago now, and she’s still had trouble moving on, not helped by Lucas’s determination to get her back through less than honorable means, following her to the states and watching her every performance obsessively.
Alice still has the dreams, only they’ve become more frequent since she’s moved to New York City. She doesn’t understand what this means, but perhaps in time she will.
THE SAMPLE
In Character Sample:
Alice was pretty sure she had imagined the door opening. And she was completely sure she was imagining the man the stood at the door, and now held her tiny frame. There wasn't a chance in hell he was real. But he seemed so real. She nuzzled into his chest for a second, weakly moaning. He was warm. So warm. So nice. A few tears leaked from her eyes as she realized he wasn't a good dream. And that she wasn't going to die outside that damn door. She tried desperately to whisper to him, to say anything. She wasn't sure what to say, as she had no idea who this man was. But he was her savior, and she wanted to acknowledge that.
However, the only thing that came out was weak moaning. She felt ridiculous. She had been on her own for a while now, and had done a pretty good job of taking care of herself. But lately, she had gotten stupid, brazen. The vampire she had run into took advantage of that and left her barely breathing, if that truck of Rogues hadn't come along. Wait? Where were they? She remember them voting on if to leave her on the side of the road or take her with them. And then something about low supplies. She would've laughed if she could have. They had left her. The cowards. She began to fall further into unconsciousness. Her breathing was shallow and halted.
Alice grasped out for Scott as he asked questions, trying hard to keep her conscious and awake. She began to mumble softly, "Alice..." The rest was unintelligible. When he set her down and moved away for the doctors to take over, she tried feebly to fight them. She didn't trust them. They were so sterile, cold. She had never trusted doctors. The last one she had met tried to kill her. Granted she was no longer herself. Alice was delving further into her own head, getting lost in her own thoughts. She tried desperately to resurface, coughing loudly as her dry throat tried to make out simple words. Anything. She felt like she was burning. She was semi-aware of the blood loss, but didn't seem to really believe that giving up and succumbing to her injuries was an option. She fluttered between being consciousness and unconsciousness with a small cough every time.
She reached out to the man who had helped her, but he seemed so far away now. The doctors kept pushing her arm back to her side, and she defiantly kept sticking it out. She felt weak, but needed someone to hold her hand. To care for her. It had been so long since anyone had cared. Kate. Kate had always cared. Certain men had cared, but most men had proved to be too hard to please, and she didn't have the time for pleasing anyone but herself. But now, she desperately needed someone.
She looked at Scott, her eyes fluttering open and closed, her slender, blood crusted and dirty arm reaching out him. She would remember that face. She promised herself. Even if she died right now. She would remember that face. Her savior. Her friend.
Tell us WHY your original character would fit with the theme of this board: Because she is interesting, flawed, and has more mortal ties to this world than what she is inspired from. Also, I've used the story creatively without going supernatural, or the druggie route.
