Post by Alexis Deniel on Nov 21, 2006 16:09:56 GMT -5
About Me//
Name: Nessa
Age: 19
Gender: Female
How many hours do you spend online daily? – Definitely way too much.
My Character//
Name: Alexis Francine Deniel
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Female
Race: She’s Caucasian, but her roots are French
Look-a-Like: Emilie de Ravin
Appearance: Thick, medium blonde hair cascades in naturally loose curls to her mid-back, and is often worn in some messy hair-do. Her eyes are a brighter blue than her brother’s, and according to her mother, are actually quite nice, if she’d lose the ridiculous glasses. Needless to say, her mom and her don’t get along, both traveling down a different road of importance. As for her skin, its pretty natural, not pale or tanned, as she doesn’t spend a lot of times outdoors, or does she find the need to go to a tanning salon. It’s a waste of time and money.
Standing at 5’4”, her frame is modest, but with shapely hips. No one would really be the wiser with the clothes she sports though; she doesn’t dress like a street hooker. And unlike most girls these days, she’s healthy, having quite the appetite really, but her weight is never an issue. She isn’t sickly thin, and also couldn’t be considered anywhere near chubby.
Personality: Alexis is not your typical blonde-hair, blue-eyed ditzy blonde stereotype, but she knows how things are in the world and tries to change people’s misconceptions of people like her. This is why she’s such a hard, diligent worker, who usually sticks by herself. It is rare to find her at a party getting plastered, or even enjoying life. She longs for it, seeks the attention Eric gets so naturally, but is more likely to clam up and ignore others than seeking out a companion. Sure she has a few friends, but the majority is ‘geeks’ just like her. Let’s just say you’ll never find her in the A-list crowd, unless her brother managed to drag her along to hang with the ‘it’ crowd. And he’d only do that if he wanted to embarrass her through a social melt-down. Well, that’s what she thinks at least.
Finding it hard to talk to people unless she’s telling the person behind the counter at a fast-food place what she’s wanting for lunch, conversations with her tend to be disasters. She’ll fidget, and also wonder as to a person’s true motives as to speaking to her. Surely they just want her to do their home-work or just speaking to her out of pity. Low self-esteem much?
Flaws: She has this sickening need to prove herself because of what society has labeled blondes, especially with her eye-color, to be. This causes her to over-exert herself, often seen with dark circles under her eyes from trying to over-achieve. To prove to the world that she’s not some dumb blonde who’s only good for porn movies and Playboy. This often causes her to shut out the world, and her family, and a lack of social interaction is not good for anyone. Then she’ll turn around and blame everybody else as to why she’s a perfectionist, making it quite difficult to have friends.
Also near-sighted, she sports glasses or contacts on occasion, but usually the former as contacts have that nasty habit of itching.
Background:Although she was born to French parents, Alexis wouldn’t have known the language had she not taken it as a summer course one year when she had too much time on her hands. Her parents were pretty much Americanized, and being as they lived in the United States now, they didn’t see the need to raise their children outside of the English language. No one really knew their roots unless they asked for a write-up on their family tree.
The Deniel family hadn’t always been wealthy, and are to be considered ‘new money’ as a result. Carine and Aidan had traveled to the United States (New York to be exact) on vacation twenty years ago as two teenagers in love, and immediately fell in love with the country and the atmosphere. Not that they preferred it over their homeland, but they liked it nonetheless.
Using smarts and a bit of luck, Aidan made it big trading on the stock market, and has made investments in numerous companies where the results have paid off grandly. Creating a line of casinos about the U.S., his profits keep escalating, and it doesn’t seem like anything could stop this high roller. He lives off risks, and his son seems to have inherited that trait.
Although she never lacked anything she wanted or needed, Alexis didn’t ask for much, as she didn’t crave the sort of attention fancy clothes, vehicles and jewelry could give. Her philosophy was basically, “Why have a friend if the only thing they like you for is what you have or can give them?” It was nonsensical to her. But daddy was one of those types who showers his kids in presents, and she has no other choice but to make use of some of the things he gives her and her brother.
Alexis and her mother don’t get along though, mainly because she tries to change Alex. She’ll buy her what she considers ‘cute’ clothes, or want to have one of those mother/daughter spa days. It grates on Alex’s nerves. They do have some of those moments when they’d relate to each other, and sit around in nightwear snacking on chocolate-covered strawberries, they are rare. Alexis prefers her mother at those times though…mainly because she’s being a mother and not trying to be her best friend.
Sample of Role Playing: An array of peaches, oranges and salmons decorated the sky, alerting the city’s habitants that night was soon approaching. It also provided the perfect backdrop to a romantic night, for those who planned to woo unsuspecting women into their beds. Lovely.
A certain individual couldn’t bring himself to enjoy the sunset though, as he knew just what would come out as soon as night fully emerged. He’d seen them with his own eyes, even if they chose to not believe him. Lifting a thin, lit coil of paper to his lips, he took a drag of that cancerous stick, almost immediately emitting it in slow wisps from his nostrils. It was weighing down on his health, but he seemed to either not care, or not notice.
Watery blue-green eyes were trained on the street, his 5’5” body moving like a pendulum due to the rocker he was currently sat upon. They squinted, making those ever-present crow’s feet near his eyes stand out even more. Unlike most people these days, he wasn’t into the current plastic surgery craze. After all, you could just about die any day. His skin was tanned, but that was to be expected since most his life had been spent outdoors doing manual labor -- the calloused fingers were a tribute to that as well. This man knew hard work.
As distracted as he was in his thoughts, he hadn’t even realized that day had completely shifted to night, nor did he feel the presence steadily moving towards him.
Another drag from that cigarette; the grey cloud wrapped around him as he expelled it, almost blindingly. The creaking of the moving rocker became eerie now, no one on the streets for some reason, no noise to keep this man company.
He stopped the chair, bare-feet planted on the cool wooden porch floor, gaze glancing quickly over the street. It took him a moment, but he finally saw the figure standing across from him, unmoving, and creepily so. Finding himself rooted to his seat, his breathing became ragged as the individual slowly closed the gap between them. He pushed himself up with some difficulty and turned towards his front door, knowing that if he made it inside he had a better chance of surviving, and this retired slayer still knew how to wield a blade.
His hand set against the door. A dagger flew past his ear with uncanny precision, piercing the skin and nailing his hand to the wood. He bit his lip, not crying out, his eyes darting to watch his red life’s essence trickling down his hand. Damn that hurt. He had not time to worry about pain though. His life was at stake. Moving his other hand up, he held unto the dagger, ready to pull it out, but was halted, having felt the presence right behind him; that hot breath tickling his ear, causing him to shiver.
Slowly, he turned, looking his executioner in the eye, planning to be defiant even before death…
[/font][/center]Name: Nessa
Age: 19
Gender: Female
How many hours do you spend online daily? – Definitely way too much.
My Character//
Name: Alexis Francine Deniel
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Female
Race: She’s Caucasian, but her roots are French
Look-a-Like: Emilie de Ravin
Appearance: Thick, medium blonde hair cascades in naturally loose curls to her mid-back, and is often worn in some messy hair-do. Her eyes are a brighter blue than her brother’s, and according to her mother, are actually quite nice, if she’d lose the ridiculous glasses. Needless to say, her mom and her don’t get along, both traveling down a different road of importance. As for her skin, its pretty natural, not pale or tanned, as she doesn’t spend a lot of times outdoors, or does she find the need to go to a tanning salon. It’s a waste of time and money.
Standing at 5’4”, her frame is modest, but with shapely hips. No one would really be the wiser with the clothes she sports though; she doesn’t dress like a street hooker. And unlike most girls these days, she’s healthy, having quite the appetite really, but her weight is never an issue. She isn’t sickly thin, and also couldn’t be considered anywhere near chubby.
Personality: Alexis is not your typical blonde-hair, blue-eyed ditzy blonde stereotype, but she knows how things are in the world and tries to change people’s misconceptions of people like her. This is why she’s such a hard, diligent worker, who usually sticks by herself. It is rare to find her at a party getting plastered, or even enjoying life. She longs for it, seeks the attention Eric gets so naturally, but is more likely to clam up and ignore others than seeking out a companion. Sure she has a few friends, but the majority is ‘geeks’ just like her. Let’s just say you’ll never find her in the A-list crowd, unless her brother managed to drag her along to hang with the ‘it’ crowd. And he’d only do that if he wanted to embarrass her through a social melt-down. Well, that’s what she thinks at least.
Finding it hard to talk to people unless she’s telling the person behind the counter at a fast-food place what she’s wanting for lunch, conversations with her tend to be disasters. She’ll fidget, and also wonder as to a person’s true motives as to speaking to her. Surely they just want her to do their home-work or just speaking to her out of pity. Low self-esteem much?
Flaws: She has this sickening need to prove herself because of what society has labeled blondes, especially with her eye-color, to be. This causes her to over-exert herself, often seen with dark circles under her eyes from trying to over-achieve. To prove to the world that she’s not some dumb blonde who’s only good for porn movies and Playboy. This often causes her to shut out the world, and her family, and a lack of social interaction is not good for anyone. Then she’ll turn around and blame everybody else as to why she’s a perfectionist, making it quite difficult to have friends.
Also near-sighted, she sports glasses or contacts on occasion, but usually the former as contacts have that nasty habit of itching.
Background:Although she was born to French parents, Alexis wouldn’t have known the language had she not taken it as a summer course one year when she had too much time on her hands. Her parents were pretty much Americanized, and being as they lived in the United States now, they didn’t see the need to raise their children outside of the English language. No one really knew their roots unless they asked for a write-up on their family tree.
The Deniel family hadn’t always been wealthy, and are to be considered ‘new money’ as a result. Carine and Aidan had traveled to the United States (New York to be exact) on vacation twenty years ago as two teenagers in love, and immediately fell in love with the country and the atmosphere. Not that they preferred it over their homeland, but they liked it nonetheless.
Using smarts and a bit of luck, Aidan made it big trading on the stock market, and has made investments in numerous companies where the results have paid off grandly. Creating a line of casinos about the U.S., his profits keep escalating, and it doesn’t seem like anything could stop this high roller. He lives off risks, and his son seems to have inherited that trait.
Although she never lacked anything she wanted or needed, Alexis didn’t ask for much, as she didn’t crave the sort of attention fancy clothes, vehicles and jewelry could give. Her philosophy was basically, “Why have a friend if the only thing they like you for is what you have or can give them?” It was nonsensical to her. But daddy was one of those types who showers his kids in presents, and she has no other choice but to make use of some of the things he gives her and her brother.
Alexis and her mother don’t get along though, mainly because she tries to change Alex. She’ll buy her what she considers ‘cute’ clothes, or want to have one of those mother/daughter spa days. It grates on Alex’s nerves. They do have some of those moments when they’d relate to each other, and sit around in nightwear snacking on chocolate-covered strawberries, they are rare. Alexis prefers her mother at those times though…mainly because she’s being a mother and not trying to be her best friend.
Sample of Role Playing: An array of peaches, oranges and salmons decorated the sky, alerting the city’s habitants that night was soon approaching. It also provided the perfect backdrop to a romantic night, for those who planned to woo unsuspecting women into their beds. Lovely.
A certain individual couldn’t bring himself to enjoy the sunset though, as he knew just what would come out as soon as night fully emerged. He’d seen them with his own eyes, even if they chose to not believe him. Lifting a thin, lit coil of paper to his lips, he took a drag of that cancerous stick, almost immediately emitting it in slow wisps from his nostrils. It was weighing down on his health, but he seemed to either not care, or not notice.
Watery blue-green eyes were trained on the street, his 5’5” body moving like a pendulum due to the rocker he was currently sat upon. They squinted, making those ever-present crow’s feet near his eyes stand out even more. Unlike most people these days, he wasn’t into the current plastic surgery craze. After all, you could just about die any day. His skin was tanned, but that was to be expected since most his life had been spent outdoors doing manual labor -- the calloused fingers were a tribute to that as well. This man knew hard work.
As distracted as he was in his thoughts, he hadn’t even realized that day had completely shifted to night, nor did he feel the presence steadily moving towards him.
Another drag from that cigarette; the grey cloud wrapped around him as he expelled it, almost blindingly. The creaking of the moving rocker became eerie now, no one on the streets for some reason, no noise to keep this man company.
He stopped the chair, bare-feet planted on the cool wooden porch floor, gaze glancing quickly over the street. It took him a moment, but he finally saw the figure standing across from him, unmoving, and creepily so. Finding himself rooted to his seat, his breathing became ragged as the individual slowly closed the gap between them. He pushed himself up with some difficulty and turned towards his front door, knowing that if he made it inside he had a better chance of surviving, and this retired slayer still knew how to wield a blade.
His hand set against the door. A dagger flew past his ear with uncanny precision, piercing the skin and nailing his hand to the wood. He bit his lip, not crying out, his eyes darting to watch his red life’s essence trickling down his hand. Damn that hurt. He had not time to worry about pain though. His life was at stake. Moving his other hand up, he held unto the dagger, ready to pull it out, but was halted, having felt the presence right behind him; that hot breath tickling his ear, causing him to shiver.
Slowly, he turned, looking his executioner in the eye, planning to be defiant even before death…
