Post by alexandria on Jan 9, 2011 18:56:10 GMT -5
ALEXANDRIAKAYLEEGRACE !
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RAINBOW SHIRTS RIBBED IN ACID LOVE
[/color]OUR LIVES ARE RIBBED IN PLASTIC LOVE, HERE I AM, HERE I AM, IT'S NOT JUST YOU
SHE LOVED ME TOO, HERE I AM, HERE I AM, IT'S NOT JUST YOU, SHE LOVED ME TOO
HERE I AM, HERE I AM, GONNA TAKE YOU[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
nicknames: alex
age: eighteen
gender: female
grade: twelfth
sexuality: heterosexual
played by: susan coffet[/ul][/SIZE][/FONT]
TO THE END OF TOMORROW, I WILL TAKE
[/B][/color]YOU TO THE END OF MY WORLD, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO BELIEVE IN
MYSELF, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO RELEASE MYSELF, RELEASE MYSELF
IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT ON AND ON[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
alex is a average height, slender, pearly skinned girl with beautiful dark red hair, which is of course, all natural. she stands around five foot eight inches, which is the normal height in this day and age. she has a slender and delicate frame, like that of a dancer or model. her hair is a deep red, which is very curly and hangs just below the shoulder. never will you see her with her hair pulled back, because she prefers to keep it down. ponytails aren't her thing. she's the type of girl to have her hair down and dress only in the best. she wears designer jeans, shoes, shirts, ect. but on a lazy day, she can walk around in a large button up shirt and just her bra and underwear.
personality:
this girl is a firecracker. she's loud and outgoing, always wanting to just have fun and live it up. she doesn't like being held down and caged, so she basically hates all kinds of rules and people who think they can go around telling her what she can and can't do. if you call her she can't do something, she'll do it just to prove you wrong and probably to piss you off because that's just how she works. she refuses to let anyone walk over her, so don't even try it. if you do, well then you're screwed. she'll go into bitch mode and will call you out and put you down. her words are like daggers when she's angry, because she says whatever is on her mind and doesn't bother to sugarcoat it. this girl also isn't afraid of fighting, and would be more then happy to throw the first punch if you push her over the edge. everyone has a line that can't be crossed... and if you cross her's she'll end up attacking you.
alexandria is the type of girl that every guy dreams of. she's not afraid to party, likes to have fun and just mess around, and isn't really the type to have strings attached. she likes to live a life of no responsibility, so relationships aren't really her thing. she likes getting with a guy, then leaving him in the morning. but you'll have to work for her first. she likes to play as a challenge, and doesn't want to come off as a complete slut. she may be an underwear model, but she gives herself class and does not sleep with every guy she sees. you've got to be super attractive, show some intelligence, and you can't be a complete creep. so if you pass her series of test, she'll take you home and have her way with you, then she'll leave you like that.
now alex isn't all bad bitch, she has a part tucked away that is less flirty and aggressive... and is more sweet and cuddly. she's hidden it deep down though, because she feels that if she shows it too often, she'll get walked all over. the only people who get to see this side of her are super close friends, and family. you really have to break down her walls to reach this point. it will take a lot of work, but it's not completely impossible.
likes: modeling, photo shoots, parties, guys with longish hair, kitten, and strawberries
dislikes: rules, waking up early, loads of homework, black and white movies, people who stutter
strengths: keeping her composure, standing her ground in a fight, changing subjects, modeling
weaknesses: charming men, quick temper, doesn't really trust people
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TO THE END OF TOMORROW, I WILL TAKE
[/B][/color]YOU TO THE END OF MY WORLD, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO BELIEVE IN
MYSELF, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO RELEASE MYSELF, RELEASE MYSELF
IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT ON AND ON[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
father: david albert grace
siblings: n/a
significant other (s): n/a
pets: n/a
hometown: miami, FL[/ul][/SIZE][/FONT]
SAY, HERE I AM, IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT
[/B][/color]ON AND ON, LOUDER AND LOUDER, IT'LL BUILD AND FADE, AND SOON YOUR LOVE WILL TURN
TO HATE, SHE SAID HERE I AM, SHE SAID HERE I AM, LOUDER AND LOUDER IT'LL BUILD AND FADE
FADE, AND SOON YOUR LOVE WILL TURN TO HATE[/center][/FONT][/SIZE][/B]
other characters here: nope
best way to reach you: pm
RP sample:
These games of back and forth with Gracii were really getting frustrating, but Ryan wouldn't say anything of it because he knew that it was really his fault. It was his fault for everything she went through after all. He could tell that she was never really happen when going out to parties with him because she knew he'd only end up drinking. If only he could explain to her that he couldn't not drink. It wasn't up to him anymore. His body needed the alcohol so he give it to it. There was nothing else he could do... except to go get help. Ryan didn't want to do that though, because he was afraid of the withdraw side effects. He didn't want to cry out in pain every single day, and he didn't want to be sick for weeks on end. So yes, he was being selfish, oh so selfish. Gracii was afraid for his life, and he knew that she was just being rude to get his attention, to tell him she wasn't happy with him... but they didn't matter to him. It was harsh, but true. Ryan wanted to punch himself in the gut for being such a disgrace to the human race. He was supposed to put Gracii before himself, but he wasn't. He was a horrible boyfriend and person in general. Honestly, what was it that Gracii saw in him? She should just go find someone else who wouldn't make her hurt, that way Ryan could drink himself to a coma without any guilt attached.
There was a trace of anger in Ryan as he walked into the townhouse. Why was he angry? He was angry at himself, but he was some how changing that anger toward Gracii. He was making it where he was angry at her for playing these games. If she had something to say she should just come out and say it. He was tired of having to guess what was on her mind, getting it wrong, feeling like a dick, then having her want to cuddle him later. It was just tiring and he didn't want to do it anymore. Today he'd get her tell him what she was thinking, he'd decided this at the bar after he'd gotten off of work. He'd sat there, stared at the wall and drank a few beers. His mind wasn't fully sober, and he shouldn't be doing this. The rational, more considerate part of Ryan's mind was telling him just to go upstairs to his room and shower, but the side that was pissed off at the world was taking over.
Ryan closed the door behind him and squeezed his eyes shut. Did he really want to do this? Did he want to possibly ruin the one thing that really made him happy? No, he didn't. That was the last thing he wanted to do.. so why was he doing this? He had no idea. It was the fucking alcohol fogging up his mind. The anger mixed with self pity and depression, and honestly, Ryan just wanted to drink some whiskey that he'd hidden behind his desk in his room. There he went again, always trying to take the easy way out. The alcohol was the easiest escape for him... but for the past month he hadn't felt the need to escape reality. He'd been so happy with Gracii and everything had seemed to be going right, but then of course something went wrong. He knew that she was only afraid for his life, but he just couldn't stop. It was impossible. Or at least it felt that way. It was like he had a two roads to choose from. One was Gracii, the way that would make him the happiest... or the bottle, the one he deserved. After the hell he put her through he shouldn't be happy. He should suffer and then fall into a state of vegetation. That's really how this story should end.
Ryan ran a hand through his hair and walked into the living room area to find Gracii laying on the couch. Her red hair and green eyes made him smile inside, but he kept a hard face and attitude. He knew if she got close enough she'd be able to smell the alcohol on his breath, and the thought of her disappointment made him die a little inside. He didn't like failing her, and he just wanted to make things right. He wanted to make her life better, but it was clear that he couldn't. How could he when he couldn't even fix his own? She had probably been better off with Zane, or better off without him in general. She always said that she was better because of him, but he was doubting that. Her idea of him was far from the truth. He wasn't this perfect, dream boyfriend who could sweep you off your feet. He was a fucked up asshole who couldn't do anything right, and he hid it by this fake smile that had learned to show up so naturally now it seemed real. Hell, this idea he gave everyone was fake. The idea that he was the perfect image of happiness... it was a lie. Now it was anyway. If anything, he should be the guy that parents tell their children not to grow up to be like.
There was a trace of anger in Ryan as he walked into the townhouse. Why was he angry? He was angry at himself, but he was some how changing that anger toward Gracii. He was making it where he was angry at her for playing these games. If she had something to say she should just come out and say it. He was tired of having to guess what was on her mind, getting it wrong, feeling like a dick, then having her want to cuddle him later. It was just tiring and he didn't want to do it anymore. Today he'd get her tell him what she was thinking, he'd decided this at the bar after he'd gotten off of work. He'd sat there, stared at the wall and drank a few beers. His mind wasn't fully sober, and he shouldn't be doing this. The rational, more considerate part of Ryan's mind was telling him just to go upstairs to his room and shower, but the side that was pissed off at the world was taking over.
Ryan closed the door behind him and squeezed his eyes shut. Did he really want to do this? Did he want to possibly ruin the one thing that really made him happy? No, he didn't. That was the last thing he wanted to do.. so why was he doing this? He had no idea. It was the fucking alcohol fogging up his mind. The anger mixed with self pity and depression, and honestly, Ryan just wanted to drink some whiskey that he'd hidden behind his desk in his room. There he went again, always trying to take the easy way out. The alcohol was the easiest escape for him... but for the past month he hadn't felt the need to escape reality. He'd been so happy with Gracii and everything had seemed to be going right, but then of course something went wrong. He knew that she was only afraid for his life, but he just couldn't stop. It was impossible. Or at least it felt that way. It was like he had a two roads to choose from. One was Gracii, the way that would make him the happiest... or the bottle, the one he deserved. After the hell he put her through he shouldn't be happy. He should suffer and then fall into a state of vegetation. That's really how this story should end.
Ryan ran a hand through his hair and walked into the living room area to find Gracii laying on the couch. Her red hair and green eyes made him smile inside, but he kept a hard face and attitude. He knew if she got close enough she'd be able to smell the alcohol on his breath, and the thought of her disappointment made him die a little inside. He didn't like failing her, and he just wanted to make things right. He wanted to make her life better, but it was clear that he couldn't. How could he when he couldn't even fix his own? She had probably been better off with Zane, or better off without him in general. She always said that she was better because of him, but he was doubting that. Her idea of him was far from the truth. He wasn't this perfect, dream boyfriend who could sweep you off your feet. He was a fucked up asshole who couldn't do anything right, and he hid it by this fake smile that had learned to show up so naturally now it seemed real. Hell, this idea he gave everyone was fake. The idea that he was the perfect image of happiness... it was a lie. Now it was anyway. If anything, he should be the guy that parents tell their children not to grow up to be like.
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