Post by Alison Everett on Aug 27, 2012 4:53:44 GMT 1
ALISON EVERETT
Age; 15 [/font]
Birthday; October 20th [/font]
Gender; Female [/font]
Blood; Bestial Halfling (Northern Coyote)[/font]
Powers; strength: stronger than other halflings[/font]
Controller(s); A legitimate leather dog collar worn as a loose necklace or headband. [/font]
Grade; 9th (held back a year)[/font]
Dorm room; F 0902 [/font]
Boarding; Full-board [/font] [/blockquote]
Eyes: Bright yellow[/font]
Build; Lean except for a poochy belly that comes from the sweets and drinking. [/font]
Height; 5'4”/162 centimeters[/font][/blockquote]
Sexuality; Heterosexual
Likes;
- Fist Fighting
- Video games
- Cooking/Eating
- Drinking/Smoking
- Rest and relaxation
-Skipping class
-Competition
-Mechanical trinkets (music boxes, wind-up dolls, pocket watches, etc)
Dislikes;
-School/Academics/Studying
- Admitting defeat
- Wimps
- Rap and heavy metal
- Dishonor/traitors
-Being bothered
Quirks;
-She collects pictures of people from magazines/advertisements almost obsessively. They're stored in a large binder which she'll contently flip through during her free time. Supposedly, she wishes she were a human.
-She's dyslexic and dislikes reading, but enjoys being told stories or listening to audio tapes.
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Roleplay Sample;
Bandage covered fists flew up to cover Alison's face instinctively, trying to shield the copper skin from any more bruises. There were several along her forearms and a plenty on her torso, but so far her delicate face had been saved. Minor injuries were the price you had to pay when you loved fighting and the sixteen year old was no exception.
Opponents were usually overcome by her brute strength, but this one was a full-blood elemental and by no means easy to defeat. Her opponent was a boy one year her senior with control of the wind and he was seriously beating her silly.
“Why don't ya just give up, lass?” he asked, “Ya gotta admit yer a little outta yer league.”
Blown back by a hurricane force of wind, Alison struggled to fight close. Hand to hand was where she shined but this guy wasn't letting her get into a good enough range of attack.
“If there's one thing I'm great at, it's good ol' fashioned ass-kicking,” she retorted, “So shut up and keep fighting, leprechaun. We haven't even gotten to the good stuff yet.”
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Full Name; Alison Everett[/font]
Nicknames; Ali
Age; 15 [/font]
Birthday; October 20th [/font]
Gender; Female [/font]
Blood; Bestial Halfling (Northern Coyote)[/font]
Powers; strength: stronger than other halflings[/font]
Controller(s); A legitimate leather dog collar worn as a loose necklace or headband. [/font]
Grade; 9th (held back a year)[/font]
Dorm room; F 0902 [/font]
Boarding; Full-board [/font] [/blockquote]
Hair; A dark blackish-brown that curls just below her chin in an edgy bob cut.[/font]
Eyes: Bright yellow[/font]
Build; Lean except for a poochy belly that comes from the sweets and drinking. [/font]
Height; 5'4”/162 centimeters[/font][/blockquote]
Personality;[/font][/b]
Fulfilling the role of the “lazy coyote”, Alison won't bother to put an effort into something unless its worth her time. But despite the fact she may appear selfish, loyalty and honor is the quality she looks for in a person. Most wouldn't think a smart-talking kid with a love of fighting, bad choices, and a knack for irresponsibility would think much of hand shaking and not going back on your word—but never betray Ali unless you want to miss your front teeth.
An academic setting isn't where Ali feels like she belongs and will easily become distracted by the most frivolous of things. After being held back a year, she's embraced the misconception she's too stupid for school and anticipates the day she can drop out and get a job right off the bat. She's a bit dense and not at all book smart, but she's surprisingly well versed when speaking of an issue from the heart. Although her manner is quite blunt, sometimes her simple way of speaking can get straight to the point and earn her many followers. Ignoring her brain in order to follow her heart may have hurt her academically, but it's earned her the trust from those who give this punk a chance to show you her honesty and good intentions.
Sexuality; Heterosexual
Likes;
- Fist Fighting
- Video games
- Cooking/Eating
- Drinking/Smoking
- Rest and relaxation
-Skipping class
-Competition
-Mechanical trinkets (music boxes, wind-up dolls, pocket watches, etc)
Dislikes;
-School/Academics/Studying
- Admitting defeat
- Wimps
- Rap and heavy metal
- Dishonor/traitors
-Being bothered
Quirks;
-She collects pictures of people from magazines/advertisements almost obsessively. They're stored in a large binder which she'll contently flip through during her free time. Supposedly, she wishes she were a human.
-She's dyslexic and dislikes reading, but enjoys being told stories or listening to audio tapes.
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History;[/font][/b]
Raziel's eyes had never set sight on a more beautiful human than Evelyn Everett, the quiet librarian with a deathly phobia of demons. He observed her quirks with a curious fascination, finding everything she did to be sweet and gentle. In return, Raziel found he couldn't impress her with the strength that made other women swoon.
Introducing himself with the fake last name of “Everett”, he spent time helping her keep the small library she co-directed clean and organized. He learned many odd things about Evie, such as how all the windows must be delicately adorned with ridiculous talismans to keep the bad spirits away, or how she wore a bracelet of supposedly magical charms to protect her, to even the type of cherry blossom perfume she spritzed upon herself two times after lunch break.
Falling in love was easy for the both of them and they were soon blessed with a child...who was clearly not the most human of beings. Evie went into shock as soon as she saw Alison's yellow eyes (Raziel had hidden his through false contacts) and would not look at her child once the doctor's had confirmed Ali's status as a halfling.
Ali was often left to her own devices which resulted in her being angry most of the time, her life lacking structure, rules, and attention from the day she was born. Nothing she ever did was enough to impress him, to make him proud, to force him to care. Fighting became an addiction where by purposely throwing herself in danger, she released her anger.
At the age of thirteen, Raziel watched Alison with envy as she opened a letter addressed to her and her alone. It was an apology from her mother and a request for her to visit—provided Raizel wasn't at their meeting.
Raziel dropped Alison off at Streywood the day after she received the letter.
”You like fighting, don't you?” Raziel had told her, “In fact, that's all you do. Isn't it? Well, fight as much as you want here. I'm not coming to get you until you're a /real/ demon.”
Roleplay Sample;
Bandage covered fists flew up to cover Alison's face instinctively, trying to shield the copper skin from any more bruises. There were several along her forearms and a plenty on her torso, but so far her delicate face had been saved. Minor injuries were the price you had to pay when you loved fighting and the sixteen year old was no exception.
Opponents were usually overcome by her brute strength, but this one was a full-blood elemental and by no means easy to defeat. Her opponent was a boy one year her senior with control of the wind and he was seriously beating her silly.
“Why don't ya just give up, lass?” he asked, “Ya gotta admit yer a little outta yer league.”
Blown back by a hurricane force of wind, Alison struggled to fight close. Hand to hand was where she shined but this guy wasn't letting her get into a good enough range of attack.
“If there's one thing I'm great at, it's good ol' fashioned ass-kicking,” she retorted, “So shut up and keep fighting, leprechaun. We haven't even gotten to the good stuff yet.”
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