Post by alice on Nov 23, 2008 15:45:52 GMT -5
ALICEROXANNEGREENE
call me roxi
i'm much wiser than you think, better act like you know
just because I'm a teen it don't mean that i'm slow
i think you're a cutie boy, but you're turning me off
sometimes you gotta play hard to get and then it's on
call me roxi
i'm much wiser than you think, better act like you know
just because I'm a teen it don't mean that i'm slow
i think you're a cutie boy, but you're turning me off
sometimes you gotta play hard to get and then it's on
we got a new star!
full name Alice Roxanne Greene
nicks Roxi
age Seventeen
birthday September 12th, 1991
group Model
sexual orientation Straight
and, oh... what an idiot!
likes;;
modeling
older boys
bad boys
motorcycles
music
animals
twilight series
edward cullen
dancing
shopping
going out
thunderstorms
writing
bright colors
fashion
cool sunglasses
flips (flip flops)
disney movies (the little mermaid is her favorite)
those that make her laugh
dislikes;;
clingy people
jerks
cheaters
the competition
dark chocolate
rap music
rappers
country music
clowns
crazy people
the fashion challenged
prostitutes
jacob black
authority
obnoxious/disgusting security at parties
hobbies;;
modeling
acting
writing
singing
habits;;
chewing her bottom lip
foot and finger tapping when agitated
braiding the ends of her hair when nervous
blinking alot and looking down when nervous
quirks;;
sleeps with her light on
smacking her hand into her forehead when she remembers something
fears;;
clowns
heights
dying at a young age
drowning
falling offstage while modeling
people taking pictures when she falls while modeling
someone hearing her sing (she believes herself not to be that good)
laughing so hard that she snorts
secrets;;
still a virgin
used to have problems with an eating disorder; over it now...but the thoughts of doing it again appear often.
strong points;;
attractive
independent
doesn't need a man to complete her
honest
easy going
easy to get along with
very good with people
good legs
weaknesses;;
hopeless romantic
maybe a little too upfront
doesn't forgive easily
forgetful
a little vulnerable sometimes
bad boys
doing something she knows she shouldn't, it's so appealing!
so skinny that makes you puke!
build slim with curves
hair color&&style long and wavy, it's dark brown but can appear black sometimes.
eye color gray green
heritage american
height 5'7
clothing style it varies. sometimes she wears jeans and a teeshirt, or the hottest thing of the runway. as long as it's fashionable and something she likes, she'll wear it.
flaws she has a small scar on the upper thigh where she was attacked by a dog when she was young. She thinks her lips are a tad too full.
strong points good legs, and amazing eyes
celebrity claim Ashley Greene
private lives aren't for sale!
parents
emma grace greene ; 37 ; ex-model/photographer ; living
daniel robert greene ; 38 ; actor/musician ; living
siblings
jasper nicholas greene ; 17 (twin) ; musician ; living
other important family
none
birthplace new york
nationality american
anything else...
but then their mask fell!
alias Roxi (Hannah)
age 16
years of roleplaying Years (i haven't really kept count)
how did you find the site random site jumping
contact avaliable upon request
rp sample;;
From Site : ashennights.proboards84.com/
ASHEN NIGHTS copyright Aries (unfortunately site has become deceased)
Zion Koslov copyright Hannah
Post Made- June 11, 2008
Here it was. His big chance. Zion had been inside, staring blankly at a computer monitor behind his dark sunglasses when he had appeared inside. The internet held mild interest for him, someone was always putting something odd or unusual on it. Zion had plugged the headphones into the side, and was watching people do stupid stunts on a site called YouTube when he saw him.
Abnormally pale, even more so by the fact he was an albino, hidden under the dark shades that made him look even more so. Zion wasn't sure what exactly he was doing here. Though, of course he had every right to be, but he didn't seem to be doing particularly anything...except people watching. Or perhaps better yet, food shopping. Zion at least had his 'normal' charade down-pat, and he didn't draw quite as my stares as he used to.
Zion pulled one of the headphones out of his ear, pausing the particularly idiotic stunt some people called 'Jackass' were doing. Something more had caught his eyes from behind their dark cover. It was that girl he had seen the other night. She was staring at Aries Andaire just like he was. And almost like she was staring at the moon the other night, stupidly.
Under the quiet human murmurings, and the clicking of computer keys Zion could imagine what Aries could hear. The blood coursing through all of these people. And of course to the reigning 'King' they weren't anything more than...well like ice cream to a mortal child. Which one did he want? What flavor? The hollow ache in his own stomach twisted and knotted. It had been only three days since he had had a good meal.
But at least it was slight. Closing the laptop on the table, and placing the headphones on top Zion got up warily from his own green plastic chair. Zion watched as many nerds looked mighty greedy for his computer, left it sitting on the table, and he didn't care if one of them took it. Without a second glance at the contraption or at the girl he had met the other night, Zion gracefully crossed the room.
He reached the table, perhaps too quickly, and snagged one of the chairs. He did not look up to meet whatever gaze, instead Zion merely looked interested in the broken umbrella. "Well, well, well...mighty King decided to go for a walk?" He hissed quietly. Here he was. The item of his hatred, and admiration. Hatred, by the monster, for limiting his kills...and slight admiration on the other half that was grateful. But he had heard too many stories of this man.
He was just as bad, letting his urges drive him to kill others. Zion's head shook sadly, consciously. It was a reversal then. The monster half was delighted to meet another with views such as his own, and then the human type piece that was continually fading over his hundreds of years was beginning to ebb towards hate for him. He glanced over to where Mercedes sat, only a fleeting glance before boring his gaze back at Aries.
Word Count;; 518
