Post by ALLISON FLETCHER on Nov 30, 2011 22:46:19 GMT -5
| [atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:120%;][atrb=style, width:350px; padding:20px; background:#909090; border-left: 40px solid #505050;] ALLISON "MARIE" FLETCHER "You are beautiful like a dream come alive..." THE BASICS, |
Full Name:
Allison Marie Fletcher
Nickname:
Ally
Age:
Twenty-Two
Face Claim:
Miranda Kerr
A LITTLE DEEPER,
Alliance:
Straggler
Personality:
Allison may seem like your average “girl next door” but do not underestimate this sassy temptress. She hangs with pretty much everyone and has never been one to judge someone based on stereotypes. Allison is out going and will never shy away from a crowb. Allison is gentle , good natured, modest and slow to anger, disliking quarreling and avoiding ill-feeling. She is also understanding and comforting. She has always been able to read people easily: always knowing when something is wrong with a friend or if something exciting happened and they just don’t want her to know about it, yet and she’s the kind of girl who won’t leave you alone until she gets it out of you.
When it comes to her family and friends (whether close or not) Allison is extremely protective, sometimes possessive, and has a very fiery temper (when provoked). When it comes to boys she is quick witted and always plays shy and hard to get, it’s no fun without a challenge right? Allison is a very sweet and opinionated girl with a good sense of humour and a love for all things beautiful. To Allison, the greatest value in life is beauty, which can never be owned, but only appreciated.
Growing up in Australia, Allison developed a love for the ocean at a very young age and enjoys her days on the beach. She also loves to sing, and has a passion for being in front of the camera.
Lastly, Allison is someone who likes to keep certain things to herself; if problems become unbearable for her to handle she usually just locks herself in her room, sticks her nose in a book and refuses to talk to anyone, even her friends.
Likes:
boys, modeling, singing, campfires, surfing
Dislikes:
snakes, spiders, snobs, being rushed, interuptions
Strengths:
flirting, photography
Weaknesses:
ice cream, public speaking, admitting she needs help,
ON THE OUTSIDE,
[/size]Appearance:
Allison is a very attractive and petit girl. She stands about 5’5", with simple curves and a thin waist. Her skin is slightly tanned and her complexion is flawless. Allison has thick caramel coloured hair that frames her porcelain face. She usually wears her hair down in flowing “beach waves” pretty much all the time and has gorgeous light blue eyes. People always comment on how beautiful her smile is with her perfect white teeth and two dimples that appear on either cheek.
Ally is definitely a girly girl at heart and her style definitely reflects that. When she’s not in front of the camera Allison is usally wearing tanks, shorts, and her swim suit.
THE PAST,
History:
Allison was born on a warm summer day in Sydney, Australia to Ava and Jack Fletcher. Her father owned one of the largest media companies in the Australia which excelled in buying out smaller ruined businesses and making them profitable again. Their vast wealth allowed them to send their daughter to one of the most prestigious boarding schools in Sydney: St. Augustine’s Academy. Allison lived in Australia until she was 12 years old, and she had many friends. She loved her life, but when her father came home one night and told his family that they were moving to California, Ally was distraught. She had never been to America before, what if she never had a friend again? But it wasn’t so bad once she moved. It was almost like home, she still had the ocean, she could still surf, and making friends was much easier than she had imagined. She fit right in with the other girls.
Through high school she modeled for a few ads (national campaigns) and saved her money away in a trust. She loved to be in front of the camera, and she knew it was where she shined the brightest. When she turned she went to UCLA and studied photography. Modeling was something she always wanted to do and she hoped that this would help her in the future. As a graduation gift her parent’s sent her and her closest girl friends on a cruise, though they didn’t know the horrific tragedy that awaited them.
Family?:
List them off
THE ROLEPLAYER,
Name: Christy
Age: Twentyl
RP Experience: 4 years… though it’s been a while…
Other Characters: None yet
How You Found Us: Proboard Support
Sample:
Age: Twentyl
RP Experience: 4 years… though it’s been a while…
Other Characters: None yet
How You Found Us: Proboard Support
Sample:
Erika was surprised at how fast John had changed places with her so she was now pressed against him and the counter in the boy’s lavatory. Just as quickly, he picked her up and sat her on top of the counter. “If you aren’t trying to get something out of me, kiss me…” His voice echoed in her head as his words trailed off. Had this not been what she wanted? She could have just gone through his trunk while he was still in the shower; the dare would have been over and no one would have known whether or not he had really been wearing them or how exactly she had gotten them. Instead she had made her way into the boy’s dormitory, drawn to the light coming from under the bathroom door. She knew who stood behind it and even with her boyfriend sound asleep in the room next door she made her way to him. He was a mystery to her; and thanks to their parents her fate was now tied to him. He was now her fiancé. She hadn’t had the heart to tell Scott about John. That was, after all, why she had passed on Brooke’s first truth question. No one could know about her being betrothed, not Scott and not Brooke, even if she was Erika’s best friend. Even though she knew she was to be married next summer she couldn’t let go of Scott; not yet. If Scott found out now, he would hate her. Since John had already ended things with Brooke, she would get over it soon enough; but Erika was still leading Scott on and somewhere deep inside she knew it. Scott loved her and he was safe. John was so unfamiliar and cold and arrogant and the biggest jerk she had ever met, but there was something in Erika that longed to find some kind of connection to the tall, dark, and handsome man that would soon be her husband and the father of her children, that was not hate or anger. Brooke had fallen for him so he couldn’t have been that bad and Erika was eager to find that side of him.
And with that longing, Erika had followed her gut and pushed open the bathroom door. She would blame it on the dare tomorrow but for now she would let things fall where they landed. Erika snapped to back to reality, her emerald green eyes sparkling with curiosity and anticipation. He was right to question her motives as this was so far away from Erika’s character that she was beginning to question herself. There was a thrill in being here with John: while her boyfriend slept soundly in the next room and while her friends giggled to themselves, waiting for her to return and tell them everything… although she did plan on leaving parts of it out.
Erika looked up at his lips, biting hers lightly before lifting herself to him and brushing her lips gently against his. She felt his body go stiff. It was clear that he had convinced himself that she would simply back down and tell him what she was up to, but that wasn’t going to happen. She pulled back for only a moment, smirking at the look of shock that masked his handsome face before fisting her hand in his wet hair and crushing her lips against his once more. He was hesitant at first, but his lips soon began to move with hers; molding together as if in some crazy way they were made to be one entity. The kiss lasted only a few moments before John pulled away, leaning his forehead against hers. His green eyes were cloudy with an emotion Erika couldn’t recognize, however, it took only a second for a sly smirk to slither across his lips; almost as if he was bragging.
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