Post by lotsxxoflove on Apr 20, 2010 21:04:05 GMT -5
...Alannah Molly Ashling *
* She hears a noise behind the gate
Perhaps a letter with a dove
Perhaps a stranger she could love *
[/size]* She hears a noise behind the gate
Perhaps a letter with a dove
Perhaps a stranger she could love *
...basics*
name Alannah Molly Ashling
Anabel Molly Ashling
nickname 'Mo, from her middle name.
age 17
gender Female
grade Eleventh
hometown Illinois
sexuality straight
personification Rapunzel
...appearance*
hair color
Alannah’s hair is one of her biggest traits that adds the most to her appearance. It’s usually kept tamed and neatly combed, naturally long resting just above her waist while she wears it down. It’s a honey blonde colour, a mixture of highlights and lowlights around her face. The ends are cut blunt and all roughly the same length, never parted in the same place. Usually she wears it in its natural condition and applies little other than shampoo and water. Alannah isn’t too fond of haircuts and tries to avoid hairdressers if she can help it but if there are some uneven strands she tends to snip them herself.
eye color dancing green eyes, never giving off the same expression. Usually the only amount of makeup she strives for is a tube of mascara to cover up her blonde lashes.
build Slight, she has a firm stomach but does have small compartments of fat stored away. Alannah isn't too self-conscious of her body but does try to exercise regularly and eat better than the average New Yorker. She isn’t too tiny and can be a bit intimidating to smaller (shorter) people. Her build isn’t too athletic but can handle a limited amount of body work.
height five feet and eight inches
clothing style Everyday Alannah has to wear clear contacts to help her vision, and she is usually caught in jeans for school and sweatpants when she’s going to the gym or someplace less public. The rest of her attire can be anything that she picks out from her closet. When she shops Alannah doesn’t really go for one specific type of clothing. Either her wallet doesn’t allow it, or she can’t be bothered. It fluctuates on how she feels, baggy slung indie style or preppy polo shirts.
distinctive traits
Alannah’s hair is one of her most memorable traits; she takes good care of it without ever really trying and on the odd time plaits it down her back.
...personal*
personality
Alannah is a very hard working person, she’s worked for everything. She loves control, to be able to control how things will work out, or to know. If horoscopes were seriously legit she would be all over that hullabaloo.
One of her greatest fears is being loved. Or not being loved to the extent that she loves somebody else. She has gone through her life second guessing everything and everybody. This has made her the type of person to doubt other people’s implications. Some people say she has a hard time loving herself, so how could she allow anybody else to? Alannah believes that she is worth loving, but is afraid to put enough trust into anybody. Most people she keeps in her vicinity are only temporary. A couple good nights at a club and then either of them could have moved on.
This isn’t to say she doesn’t want somebody constant in her life, it just never works out. Alannah is a perfectly okay girl, but has always been on the outside. She tries to treat everybody with as much courtesy as possible unless she has reason not to.
She’s very understanding of other people, and her ability to read them is stronger than most. Alannah isn’t one to be prejudice; she knows that everybody is different. Besides, how many stereotypes are there about kids in adoption or half-way houses that she wishes weren’t true. She has been the victim of many pre judgments; do not onto others as you would expect they should do unto you.
For her it’s an effort to be somebody that she likes. Somebody that she believes others may like. Really, she’s just any other girl that revolts against rules placed in front of her; ignoring the consequences when she finds fit. She’s not the girl next door that has been your best friend for eternity, but she could be a candidate. Alannah just wants to be a chapter of your life rather than a footnote.
past
Alannah doesn’t like to think about the past much. For her it is full of patchy memories that either she forced herself to forget, or just doesn’t remember. Alannah never knew her parents. They were forced to give her up the moment she broke out of her mother’s stomach. To tell the truth, Alannah didn’t even think she was born in a proper hospital. Times had been tough and she knew that her ‘parents’ hadn’t made the best choices prior to well, doing the nasty.
From then she had been put into a care home somewhere out of her native state. The intention had probably been to get the darling vitreous baby away from her no-good parents before she could grow up and start asking questions about them. Alannah was taught not to ask about them and to be thankful she wasn’t stuck living with them in some hole-in-the-wall somewhere. The fact that she was ‘adopted’ or at a half way house, wasn’t hidden very well. There were many kids of different races, and the adults that cared for her seemed to be in it more for the money than for sheer adoration of the occupation.
Alannah didn't know the exact number of houses she had resided in (surely if she ever had to know she could have somebody look it up in her files or something), but she knew it was far more then what as needed. By the time she was seven not many people wanted to house her. People wanted to adopt cute likeable children, and of course they wouldn’t do it from their own country, they would go be diplomatic and search for a multi racial and starved child. At such a young age Alannah felt like she didn’t really have a place in the world. She was much more mature in most disciplines from having to take care of herself early on.
At school she was always the odd girl with shabby clothing. Even when she had the advantage of being the ‘new-kid’ the novelty didn’t take long to wear off before she fell back into her old routines of being alone. As she got older into Middle school Alannah started experimenting with different things. She wasn’t the straight edge kid; being the druggie was expected of her. Alannah knew many hazy nights, or rather, couldn’t remember. Despite all of her messing round she hadn’t ever landed herself in any direct trouble with the police. But she had come close. In fact, the reason that she had been moved over to New York was because of brushing elbows with them. It hadn’t really been her fault, but she had been involved in a party that happened to have a lot of underage teens socializing with older ones. She had somehow been spared the sentence that most of the kids had gotten, but the next thing she knew her social worker had sent her off to New York.
present
Now residing in New York Alannah has had many influences mold her. Good and bad. For the better she has decided to straighten out her image after her last trouble, or at least become better at sneaking. The ‘house’ she is in now specializes in teens, which is helpful, but it is also extremely strict. Most evenings, because they do know her past, and the options that NYC can offer, she I stuck in the home with boxes of scrabble and decks of cards. Not to mention the other bitter teens stuck inside as well.
Despite their tight security on such nights, Alannah has perfected the task of sneak out through a window. Usually one from a lower eve, and not her own bedroom's (as it is three floors up). She might do this a few times per month, never pushing it as she knows that once she is caught it will never work again. Nobody really knows about her midnight escapades, the only evidence is her well-concealed eye circles the next morning.
During the day Alannah attends high school like she is told and tries to find a job, or puts in an odd shift if she happens to have a job at the time. She isn't necessarily a bad teenager, when it comes to grades she isn't shabby, and body wise she is fine (her minutes to miles is 8). But between balancing everything she likes to have a little innocent fun. Nothing bad as every really happened and she'll probably keep going until something does.
family
Parents UNKNOWN
Siblings UNKNOWN
likes
Physical Contact Maybe it's the lack of loving she might have gotten when she was a child, but a simple hug can really change her outlook on a day.
Flannel Blankets They’re just so warm!
Music, singing. Alannah always found herself singing when she was a child, and although she never had the chance to take singing lessons, she isn’t half bad. She would love to try out for a musical but at the moment she’ll have to put up with jamming along to the radio on subways. It’s kind of like running for her, renewing.
Houses It’s not uncommon for Alannah to be caught dreaming about the future and what she wants. Never has she had a family, or a house. She’s always lived in a crowded apartment in the middle of some confining city.
dislikes
Subways. (The transportation device, not the restaurant) Alannah is forced to take a Subway more than she would like to. They are so dirty and grimy (which she got enough around home), but they are cheaper than cabs, which would be difficult to fit into her budget. The only entertaining bit about them is the free music which she takes very good advantage of.
Homework. Self explanatory no?
Large Groups Alannah has always been surrounded by everybody, or nobody. She wasn’t used to privacy in her life when she was younger while being analyzed for adoption, everything about her was on display. But now that it was almost out of the question she preferred to have a proper family people did leave her alone.
Cheaters. Alannah feels that she had as to work for everything in her life. If she can see somebody that just waltzes up and messes around with the system or toys to get their way unfairly, it makes her mad. She has been many things, but a lesson taught was that you are always behind after cheating.
Hate Alannah believes that the worst thing a human can do is hate. Most wars were born from it. Prejudice, broken relationships; it all braches out from hate. Not that she hasn’t felt the emotion towards things or others. Nobody is perfect.
...literature*book title Rapunzel, a German tale
backstory Rapunzel is the recount of a story about a 'childless' couple who happen to be walking around a garden one day. The ife sees a plant called Rapunzel where she fell in love with it. When her husband picks up on this he decides to break into the garden at night and steal some. The third time that he does this he is caught. Because of being nervous the man begs to be forgiven and the only way the woman who caught him will be forgiving is if they give up their first child to her. Obviously not really thinking the situation through he agreed and sure enough when their long a-waited child was born she was snatched away.
The woman named her (ironic), Rapunzel and raised her. When she was twelve years old the woman (witch) shuts the poor girl away in a tower with no stairs or door. Whenever the witch would visit her ward she would call up 'Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair, so that I may climb the golden stair.' To which she would throw the end of her braid out the window and haul her up in exchange of food. This was all routine until the day Rapunzel was caught singing the day away in her tower. Like in any fairy tale it was a Charming Prince and as soon as they met it was true love, and they were betrothed.
There are many endings to this tale. Some have the old witch throwing Rapunzel out of the tower when finding out the couple's plot and then tricking the Prince up into the tower where she pushes him down to his death. Another has the woman falling to her death. Some leave the villain stuck in the tower after a mismatch, and some end happily ever after....
...roleplayer*
name Laura :3
age I don’t give out my age really but I’m not some creepy old man or woman I guess.
gender female
rp experience ermmm since I was very young haha.
how you found ouac Facebook
rp sample Cliche warning cliche warning !
Setting the sturdy hawthorn wand down on her bed, the girl peered into the conjured up mirror. Silently her eyes inspected the ginger hair that was spiriling down around her shoulders, simple, natural curls, enchanted to fall past their usual ending point, and charmed to give off a faint smell of white jasmine. The colour was natualy homegrown, unique to its wearer, and most comonly described as strawberry blonde. Content with the look of her hair, the sixth year girl grasped the wand once more, and waved it around her head one last time, and put into use a freezing spell; which she found worked much better than the muggle hair spray she was acoustomed to.
Without a sound she shifted her weight off of the dull four poster bed, and onto her bare feet. She turned in the direction of her wooden wardrobe, reaching into the back for her dress. All of a sudden there was a knock on the door. “Yes?” Her falsetto voice raised so the girl int he hall could hear her.. “Is Miss Ashra ready to be escorted to the ball?” A girl’s voice replied, deepened comically to sound like a boy’s. This was all routine before the day a prince heard her singing up in her tower and like in any fairy tale they met and it was love at first sight; he asked her to marry him. The story has many endings, including the prince dying from a fall from the tower to a bush of thorns, or in
Making sure the door was locked tightly; she reached her arm back into the wardrobe, searching for the dress she knew was hidden behind many unused parkas, and her roomate’s outgrown school robes. “I told you, I don’t want anybody to know who I am!” She replied, huffing in vain. Ashra turned her head towards the door, and tugged gently on the clingly fabric her fingers had just brushed againts.. “Not even me? Your bestest best friend ever?” The fake voice was gone, replaced with a halfhearted one.. “But,” The girl’s voice climbed higher, regaining pride. “If you really don’t want to go down with me..!”
She laughed loudly and called back “You know it’s not like that Meg, I just want to have some...” Ashra lost the fabric and sighed, then reached a bit further. “Mysterious fun...” She concluded raising her eyebrows playfully, even if the other girl couldn’t see.
“Well, you’ll have to tell me all about that fun tomorrow morning, when you’re done sobering out then I suppose”
“Exactly.... But you best be going though Meghan..” Ashra called back as she grabed ahold of the dress and grinned, yanking it into the light and then throwing it out on her bed. Quickly she undressed and took the obviously clingy dress into her hands. There was nothing senitmental about the dress, but her mother had been shopping around town and had probably thought that it would suit her daughter well. Truth was, Ashra didn’t really know what type of dress she should be wearing; and nither did her mother. The Rajns family wasn’t like the majority of the families involved in Hogwarts. Most families had at least one parent that had attended Hogwarts, or another Wizard’s school, but not one of Ashra’s parents had. To most people she was a mudblood- muggle born.
But that didn’t mean that she couldn’t keep up with the rest of her class, and Ashra believed that her appearence that night proved it. With her dress on, she returned to the mirror and peered inside. Hesitantly, she let her eyes trail down along her slight frame in the mirror, and then along the simple black dress that was hugging her body. Nothing was falling out, not a hair out of place (thanks to her wand work) and the dress, looked like it might just actually fit in with the rest. Grining the fairly tall, but thin girl fastened a glistening silver chain around her neck that matched the accents on her dress. She padded quickily over to the trunk at the foot of her bed and opened it hastily. Resting ontop of all the clothes and books was a simple, black mask. It had the traditional masqerade shape, covering eyes, but not her nose... The right side was covered with delicate white lace, creating a contrast to her black mask and equally dark dress.
Before creeping out of the dorm door she slipped into a pair of ballet flats and charmed the mask to fit her face and not slip off. Ashra also stowed her wand away as she left the room, closing the door gently and walking down the flight to stairs, and then into the common room. It seemed like she was the only girl not down in the great hall yet. Moving double the speed she decended the moving staircases until she reached the dinning area. But instead of the five usual tables, it was like the teachers had devided them and scattered them around the room, and on the tables were goblets and goblets of drink. Ashra slinked into the hall, minding the train of her dress, and found an empty seat at a table.
Well, this night could be something amazing, or something horrible.
