Post by alanah isabella thompson on Apr 28, 2009 21:40:55 GMT -5
Alanah Isabella Thompson
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FULL NAME: Alanah Isabella Thompson
NICKNAMES: Lan. Lanny.
AGE: Twenty-two.
BIRTHDATE: March Ninth
GENDER: Girl
SEXUALITY: Stright
OCCUPATION/GROUP: Actress
CANON OR ORIGINAL: Canon
PLAYBY: Becky Lou Filip
BODY TYPE: Slim, around 5'3
HAIR: Dark auburn, curly. It's never been dyed, and she usually keeps it the regular colour.
EYES: Blueish-green. A bit more narrow than others, with long, thich lashes. Show her emotions very clearly.
CLOTHING: Alanah usually wears more 'girly' clothing. She prefers the skirts, pretty tops, ballet flats...things like that. When getting dressed up, she loves wearing high heels, since they make her much taller than she already is. There aren't many days when Alanah isn't look pretty and girly, except when she's sick as a dog.
LIKES: Acting, thunderstorms, summer, reality television, old movies, vitamin water, candy, long walks, the beach, romantic movies, dressing up, playing piano.
DISLIKES: Snow, scary movies, being sick, vegetables, liars, track pants, jeans.
HABITS: Twirling her hair around her fingers. Giggling when nervous.
STRENGTHS: Acting. Doing makeup. Doing hair. Playing piano.
WEAKNESSES: Flirting. Telling lies. Singing.
SECRETS: Was raped when she was twelve.
FEARS: Death. Failure. Never finding 'the one'.
PERSONALITY: When first meeting Alanah, she can seem kind of shy. Back in high school she wasn't the most outgoing, and ever though acting has brought her out of her shell a bit...she still is a bit timid around new people. Once you've been around her for a bit, she can be quite outgoing. When needed to though, she can be outgoing around new people...even though on the inside she's quite scared. Alanah is a very sweet girl, wouldn't hurt a fly. Unless you mess with her friends...then she may turn into uber-bitch. She becomes fairly jealous easily, but tries not to show it...even though her eyes give it away. Her eyes give all of Alanah's feelings away, something that annoys her greatly.
MOTHER: Alicia Thompson, News reporter.
FATHER: Unknown.
SIBLINGS: N/A.
PETS: Oliver--Russian Blue cat. Sadie--Black lab.
HISTORY:
BIRTH
Alanah Isabella Thompson was born on March 9th, 1987. It was a sunny day in Northern California, and her mother, Alicia was ecstatic. Even though she had no husband by her side...and not the most money in the world, she knew she would give her child a good life. The mother and daughter duo was living in an apartment in San Francisco that was a bit small...but still a great home. At the moment, Alicia was working as an assistant in a local San Francisco news station. It brought a bit of money to the home...but they were still considered 'lower middle-class'.
EARLY CHILDHOOD
When Alanah turned six, her mother got a job as a news reporter at a better known news station. The new job brought plenty of money into the home, letting the two move into a bigger apartment. Even though the family only consisted of the two of them, the mother and daughter duo was still happy. Alanah was in school, and doing quite well, though the girl was a bit shy. She had a few friends though...but they had been hard to make.
LATE CHILDHOOD
Alanah's mother had been climbing the news reporter ladder for the past few years. At age nine, she and Alicia moved to none other than Los Angeles, where Alicia was one of the head news reporters at a station that was watched by nearly the whole time. The family had more than enough money by now, but since it was, after all, LA, they still weren't the most rich. But it was okay, since they were still living a good life, enjoying each other's company and such. The move was a bit hard for hard for Alanah, since she had to leave her friends in San Fran, and make new ones in LA, but in time, she did make friends.
TEENAGE YEARS - NOW
The teenage years were the hardest for Alanah. High school was...crazy. There were so many more people! And her friends were off making new friends. So she got a bit more quiet, usually the one with her nose in a book. But in her sophmore year, one of Alanah's teachers suggested getting into drama so she could get a bit more outgoing. And it worked! She fell in love with acting immediatly, and by juinor year, she had convinced her mom to get her an agent. Alanah's agent worked her magic and got a medium-sized role for Alanah in a movie is just a few weeks.
Now, four years later, she's an accomplished actress. Much more outgoing, except around new people, and tries to stay out of the headlines...most of the time.
YOUR NAME: Madi.
YOUR AGE: Fifteen. (:
EXPERIENCE: On these sites, nearly 3 months.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:Caleb giggled, yes, giggled, as he waited for Andy to enter the kitchen. He didn't giggle often. Only when drunk. Even though he was bi sexual, nearly gay, it didn't mean he walked around giggling everywhere. Giggling was girly, and although Caleb was kind of girly in some ways...he didn't giggle, ever. Knowing Andy would probably cut him off after only a drink or two, he grabbed the one bottle, taking off the cap and taking in a few gulps. The strong liquid made his stomach churn, his eyes water slightly. Too much. He could already feel the bile rising in his throat. But he could get down the last drink Andy would let him have...he knew he could.
Hearing Andy make her way out of her room, Caleb smiled and took a seat at the table, twirling a longer piece of hair through his fingers. He should probably get it cut soon, but he didn't feel like wasting money on hair when he could waste it on...alcohol. Maybe Andy could do it. She was good at that kind of stuff, right? His blurry, fuzzy mind didn't really know. "Andy, can you cut my hair? It's icky." He pouted, his words slurring together, becoming one big, jumbled mess. It probably sounded more along the lines of, "Andy cn oo cut air? Ts cky." And of course...that didn't sound human. Didn't even sound like...alien. "Why only one?" He whined, even though he knew, despite that he could barely think, that one would be enough. One would send him over the edge, right into puke-ville. And Caleb really hated puke-ville. Just like puke-ville hated him...or loved him, just like every other drunk person on Earth.
"You know, you're getting pretty fucking old." Caleb snapped. Okay. Sometimes he could be a mean drunk. But only when Andy was mean right back to him! They usually went through this little exchange every time he came home drunk. She should know by know he didn't mean what he said. But she definitely meant what she had said. Caleb took the drink, only half-filled...bitch, and sipped it slowly, carefully. A sure sign he was close to throwing up. If Andy was smart, she'd drag him to the bathroom now. "No. There was no one there." Caleb frowned, drowning his sorrows with a big gulp of vodka, draining the rest of it. It slid down his throat, into his stomach, where it mixed with the rest of the nights drinks. His stomach bubbled, the contents moving up, ready to spew from his mouth. Caleb grabbed the bucket underneath the table, throwing up into it just in time. Though a bit still landed on the floor. Only a bit though! Which was an accomplishment on his part. Still, Andy would probably make him clean it up. Even if he was puking his guts out.
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