Post by Ally on Jun 20, 2005 18:27:50 GMT -5
Name: Allison Leigh Vanera
Refered to as: Ally
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Hair: Bright red, goes a little lower than her shoulders.
Eyes: Usually light brown, though when in a darker setting they appear slightly darker.
Skin: Pale, I mean, really pale. When she gets a sun burn, her skin tone turns a slight rosy hue.
Society:
Personality: Pretty energetic, not one bit shy or quiet. She's usually the one to break the ice, well, unless there's someone as talkative as her. Yes, talkative is one way to describe her. If she gets hooked on a subject she's actually interested in, it'll take some time to make her shut up. Sugar totally screws with her, though sometimes for the better. If you give her a bad vibe, though she'll hold a grudge, and go out of her way to ruin your life. She completely despises being labled, though it usually happens, due to the way she chooses to dress. Though she usually doesn't care, on a bad day she could get totally annoyed.
Apperance:Petite, only being about 5'2, Ally's usually pretty self-concious about how she looks. One thing that will never stay the same is her hair color, something she loves to dye new colors, even if the color's kind of wierd. At the moment, though her hair's red, though it won't stay that way for long. It's long, and usually worn in curls, well, it's naturally curly. Her ears are triple pierced, and her tongue once. Eye color's light brown, though it occasionally darkens, especially in a darker setting.
Past:Ally never found a good life, even though she struggled to for a few years. At age 12, her mom's boyfriend began beating her and her siblings, well, until her mom ran away with them. Because she had never met her father, discipline was something barely known to her, the only times she actually experienced it was when she got suspended or expelled. At 15, her mom died of an O.D., leaving Ally and her younger brother to fend for themselves. After a few weeks, their current school's guidence counsler found out the truth about the 'family' of two children, and turned them over to Social Services. Ally was placed in a foster home, different ones than her brother. Never did one work out for long, the longest lasted for only a few months. After the first 2 years, she began being harder to put into homes, though the Social Service's problems were solve when she was caught smking pot on school grounds. Before they could do anything about it, though, she just wandered off, hoping to find somewhere to fit in. But who ever said her wish would come true? Occasionally, she wishes she just stayed back where she had started, since she isn't the happiest not knowing anyone.
Weapons (include pics): A Lighter ((lol, she goes pretty unarmed. Doesn't think she'll need anything else.))
Pictures:
RP-ing Skills--->
.Does It Make You Happy Now?.
.Are You Feeling Happy?.
.Are You Fucking Happy, Now That I've Lost Every Damn Thing?.
Pale face tilted, light chestnut eyes glancing around. Oh, why was she here? The empty field that lay before her, it was, oh, so odd. Where was everybody? What had happened here? Chills had been sent down her spine as she first set her eyes upon it, the once farmed, mantained fields. But now? The fields were a scraggely mess of tangled leaves and plants. A few of the areas appeared, well, eaten away, probably from the animals that had once roamed the pasture.
Sighing, Ally stopped, glancing up at the sky. "Wonderful," she muttered sarcastically, seeing the sun had already began to set. Looking around impatiently, the redhead wondered where she could sleep that night. "Well, I could sleep out here, in the grass, and wake up with multiple bugs on me, and all that gross stuff. Or, I could find an abaondoned building and risk getting caught. I think I'll just stay here." Frown was given as she took off the light weight backpack that she had brought, a few articals of clothing filling it. A few outfits, a waterbottle, a couple of bags of chips, and another pair of shoes. But that was all, yeah, all she had brought. Leaving a life of luxery behind, to what? This, a tangled field. God, her life was becoming a hell. Maybe it would of been wiser to stay where she was and serve probably half a year in j.d. Well, atleast she'd be with her friends and have a bed to sleep in. Like always, though, she didn't think and just ran off. Saying goodbye to the friends she had had. The friends she had loved so much, just to leave them with barely a goodbye. But first, she made sure they wouldn't tell anyone. But why would they? It wasn't like she told them where she was going. It wasn't like she even knew where she was going. Sighing one final time, Ally sat down against a medium sized rock, wrapping slim arms around her knees. The collie dog that she ahd befriended on her long walk, one that had obviously been abandoned, lay at her feet, well, by them atleast. He was a scraggly, little thing, but hey, it was better than walking alone. Or talking to herself. Atleast then she could have the looks of by-passers not be questionable, well, not have them questioning her sanity.
No paniced look entered her face when darkness filled the space around her, she had gotten used to it quickly. Why wouldn't someone, who had spent weeks, no, possibly months out in the dark after 7:30? All the petite girl did was blink a few times before shutting her eyes, the loss of rhythm in her breath making it clear she was wide awake. No, her 'bedtime' didn't help her, what was it anyways? Midnite? No, later, usually. Never had she gone to bed earlier than that, even before she had run from her foster family. She usually just talked to friends, well, if they were awake. A light smile was brought to her face as she remembered their nickname for her. 'Vampy,' a mock form of Vampire, due to the fact she was usually pretty pale, well, when she was too lazy to get a tan and the fact she rarely slept, well, during the night. Instead, she made a habit of sleeping in class, or just ditching it period.
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