Post by d1shwash3r on Jul 3, 2008 12:42:22 GMT -5
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ALLISONsageQUENTIN
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you may be a lover but you ain't no dancer,
FULL NAME: Allison Sage Quentin
NICKNAMES?: Ali, Leigh (Lee. Al-LEE-son), All.
AGE: Twenty,
GRADE: Sophomore
GENDER: Female
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight
OCCUPATION: Starbucks
SOCIAL STATUS: First Class
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HEIGHT: 5"7
WEIGHT: 101
HAIR:
Allison's thick, brunette locks are ever changing. A wise man once said, a girl who's bored easily cuts her hair a lot. Okay... so he didn't, but he might as well have done. Yep, can't find her? Check the salon. Whether she's sampling a new designer product, having a trim or cutting it totally different, she enjoys a good beauty session. On a morning, depending on her mood, she'll straighten, curl or tie up her hair. If it's none of those, it's a cute bow or a headband in her thick natural curls, with just a few sprays of Bedhead Shine Junkie.
EYES:
Deep orbs of piercing hazel scan the room once Ali walks in. Deep brown, like her nautral hair, it's ringed with grey and black around the outside. The narrow, slim ovals define any look. Whether it's fake eyelashes, a slim bottom line, cat flicks or nude shadow, they always look piercing, pretty and sweet.
BODY TYPE:
A slim, athletic body is the result of many years of lots of sports. Mainly a gymnast, Allison was about to become elite before she moved to NYC to attend Waverly. Still a little regretting of her decision, she's thinking about becoming a college gymnast, since she never really wanted to become an Olympian, she just enjoyed gymnastics. So her frame is slender, and her shape is hourglass, defining her sizeable curves.
PIERCINGS/TATTOOS:
In ninth grade, Allison had her monroe pierced, against her parents will. She also has her tragus, ears and top of ears pierced. Her monroe healed up months back, but all the ones on her ears, and bellybutton, are still living.
ANYTHING ELSE?:
Allison's fashion sense is a little more than sterling. If you need a girl to take you shopping, get Allison. Make sure you're loaded, because Allison can be a classy girl. Forget Hollister, that's so high-school. No, we're thinking Bettie Page dresses, Valentino purses, and Yves Saint Laurent shoes. At least, that's one of her outfits. Don't be fooled by her designer tastes, though, Allison prefers forever 21 to Valentino and Topshop to YSL. Leigh goes shopping and buys jeans, shirts, cardigans, coats and accessorises, but waits till she's home to pin it all together, in the most fabulously fashionable way she can.
OVERALL:
Leigh's looks have always got her far in the world. She's got a unique, versatile and "hot" look, as guys constantly tell her. She usually blushes and mumbles that she's not, but when she's away from the people that know her best, she lightens a whole lot more. For instance, on holiday at Virginia Beach, she hooked up with three different guys in a week, with no regrets. On holiday, she'd drink senseless and take risks she would never even dare think about in front of the people who thought the image was so important - her friends.
FACE CLAIM: Rachel Bilson
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PERSONALITY:
- Shy.
- Sassy.
- Sweet-natured.
- Easily taken advantage of.
- Gullible, and quite naive.
- Very, very, very stubborn.
- Secretly quite confident!
Allison is most likely found studying with her friends, but while they're talking, she's actually studying. Too shy to find an in in the conversation, she'd rather find a book. Well, no, she
wouldn't. She'd much rather chat confidently to the people she knew best. Being easily taken advantage of, meaning easy to seduce, or easy to get round her and get your own way - sometimes. Unless she's in one of those moods, meaning she'll be so stubborn but you'll get so frustrated arguing with her that you'll just... give up. Let Al have her way, because she looks like she might hit you if you dont. Maybe one day, all her bottled frustration and anger will explode. Because she's been keeping it in so long.
LOVES:
Sports, fashion and letting go. Sports. Gymnastics. Nothing like hurtling towards a vault at full-speed, or tightly tumbling across a track, all her inner rage flowing out. Nothing like gliding across the beam, knowing that half the people watching would kill to, and wished, that they could do what she was doing. It was uplifting to be told she was talented. With fashion, she loved seeing people look nice, and great. If she could think of a polite way to improve a friend's outfit, she probably would. Shopping was a habit. An addiction. A passion! Letting go, oh, once in a blue moon is Allison's letting go. Being so happy, so blissed, that she just doesn't care. Like what most people are normally.
HATES:
Bitches, liars and fakers. She can't stand the humiliation of knowing someone's spreading the gossip about her, nevermind practically in front of her. As for liars, Allison remembered once when one of her best friend's boyfriend spread around that she fancied him. He told her best friend - Hale - that she asked him out continually via AIM, begging him to dump Hale. He told people, laughingly, saying 'as if'. Leigh broke out of her shell for that occasion, screaming at him with such rage that everyone was shocked. Fakers? She couldn't stand the wannabe-emo and scene kids, hanging round drinking, and pretending that they were oh sooo hardcore, or as they put it, hxc. Ashleygore and Danielladropdead should indeed dropdead in her opinion. This went for the preps, too - Anyone fakely plastering the make-up was shunned. Immediately. But this goes farther than lookswise, anyone pretending to be someones friend was branded with:
F A K E. She also hates spiders, strawberry ice cream, orange chocolate and vimto. But who doesn't?
FEARS:
Terror runs through Allison with thoughts of ghosts, aliens or murders. Since watching 'Signs' and Urban Myths & Legends, Al hasn't been the same. She's just been scared stiff of anything supernatural - And watching Prom Night didn't ease her fear of being brutally killed. It'd come from watching Murder Mysteries with her mother late at night as a kid, and a teen. She also, irrationally, hates spiders, cotton wool and stickers. They send a disgusting kind of shiver down her, all that gunk sticky stuff.
HABITS:
A cute habit of hers is to bite her lip. Another one is to worry about her appearance.
Friends often quizz Al as to why she's being so quiet - obviously, nerve wracking much. Allison just shurgs, says that she doesnt know, and carries on sitting listening in to the conversation.
FLAW:
A physical flaw would probably be Leigh's awful skin. Up until her sixteenth birthday, Al had suffered from acne. No product really worked, not ProActiv, or Clearasil. When she turned sixteen, they cleared up slowly, but surely. Another personal flaw, in her opinion, is her man-ish face shape.
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FAMILY:
A mother - Colette Quentin.
Father - James Quentin
Step-father - Alexander Petts
Half-sister - Taylor Petts
HOMETOWN: Brentwood Heights, Los Angeles, California
HISTORY:
As an only child, Allison was treated to anything she wanted by her mum, Colette, and dad, James. On her tenth birthday, her father gave her an Abyssinian kitten called Moppy. Then, he left them. Surprisingly for Al, her mother didn't cry or seem sad... In fact, she seemed happier. Later on, at fourteen, Colette revealed it was because she'd asked him to leave after her affair with Alexander Petts had been uncovered. Alex and Colette married when Ali was twelve. Taylor Petts was born when she was thirteen (now she's seven). They had a nice family life for a while, but Ali misses her father who she barely knew. Oh yes. She hadn't seen her father since the day he shakily handed over Moppy and said bye, getting in his Mercedes and driving off. She'd thought he was just off to the shop.
Maybe her low self esteem was a result of her tenth birthday. It wasn't just that her father left. She didn't have any friends until she was fourteen, when she transfered schools to Ashton Prep.
She remembered vividly, her mother keenly putting up decorations, her father had already gone. Allison was short for her age then. She sat by the window for hours, her brunette hair in pigtails, wearing a gold party hat. No one came to her party, none of the girls she'd invinted. To her schoolmates, she was the freaky, quiet, skinny gymnast girl. She cried quietly for a while, before her mother carried her to her bedroom. She lay awake all night, listening to her mother sobbing (that was the only time she'd cried), and tearing the decor down, shoving dishes of crisps, cakes and nuts in the bin, encasing the pop bottles back in the cupboard, and carefully putting her massive chocolate fudge cake in the fridge. The incident still made Allison's heart squeeze, and tears to her eyes.
At Ashton Prep, Leigh quickly gained a lot of friends. New kids were always quickly seized by the elite populars, and being on the gymnastics team got her a whole other group of friends. She stayed besties with the populars and the prep athletes until they graduated.
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YOUR NAME; sophiaa,
YEARS RPING; 3 (:
PHRASE: ADMIN EDIT.
ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE:
"Maui?" Devon asked curiously, her tone obviously smouldering to know the 'secret'.
Blushing, Maui-Lu looked at the floor, her long, thick eyelashes batting against her pale, freckled complexion. "I can't tell you!" She hissed lowly, knotting her fingers together on her lap.
Cocking an eyebrow upwards, Devon laughed. "Tell me, Maui!" She smiled. Devon Elizabeth Foxcroft. She obviously had no idea what was coming, Maui thought. She was crying inside. She daren't tell Devon.
"Maui!" A stern tone, now. "Can you just tell me!" Devon started to look cross; her eyebrows were knitted together in a thinking sort of way.
"Devon... Devon..." Maui tried to say it, but she couldn't get the words out. Perhaps this cold numbness was a result of it. She couldn't make sense of the recent news, and she had no emotion on the matter, even though deep down she must be devastated. She must be.
"WHAT?!" Devon leapt up - she realised how serious this potentially could be, watching a tear trickle down her companions cheek.
"Devon... Nicolette's been murdered."
There was a silence.
The only thing breaking it was hollow, disbelieving breath.
"By.. by.. by him..." Maui choked on her own words, and she began sobbing as a sudden torrent of pain ripped through her insides.
Devon was silent. All blood had departed her now ghostly face. She sat down slowly, expressionless. "Him." She whispered. 'Him', she mouthed. Over and over.
Oh, it would be like this for a while. Maui remembered four years ago, when she'd broken the news exactly like this. She remembered the horror of the situation, how the hell had this happened to their tight-knit community? All memories of the whole horror had been blocked out by Maui; and she imagined that Devon had done exactly the same - blanked it out. Pretending it hadn't happened. Pretending he hadn't ripped their lives apart already. Pretending he hadn't ended exactly thirty-five lives. Thirty five of the most important lives to Maui and Devon.
Him.
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