Post by Alex Maddox on Feb 14, 2011 21:51:06 GMT -5
QUOTE: You dispensable? Yes, I'd think so.
Name:Alexandra Maddox
Age: 17
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Blue
Appearance: Alexandra was a small little pixie like creature, petite and graceful. Black hair cropped short in a stylish fashion, with light crystal blue gems encrusted within her sockets. Sides of her black hair framed her soft pale features beautifully, though she usually wore comfortably attire which complimented her silhouette. Alex could pull off the simplest of outfits and make them look flashy with very little effort.
Picture:
(NOTE- This is NOT what Alex wears, just a good representation of her physical features.)
Celebrity Face Claim: Olivia Wilde- I hope she isn't taken? Couldn't find her used anywhere else though...?
Personality: Alex is a surprisingly clever girl. Though this was no reason to think she was nice. A perfectly manipulative girl, who'd take the side of a friend, whether they were doing the 'right' thing or not. Though it was no doubt if they weren't doing the wrong thing, she'd consider it a bonus. A sharp tongue with equally venomous glares should the moment call for it. Though she might seem faithful to friends or family, she'd be just as likely to flip on a friend as she would a stranger should it be so fitting to her. Course, she'd never let them onto that. Though, she's shockingly tolerant.
Occupation: Student, No job
Likes: Skateboarding, acrobats/gymnastics, energy drinks, pizza, flashy jewelry/accessories (Though she doesn't wear them), cats, boys, exotic fruits and attention.
Dislikes: Sushi, fish(fear), paint(The smell), cliche's, oranges and chocolate pudding. (I hate pudding... XD)
History: Alex lived in cities all her life; only a few family members lived in remote area's, which she rarely visited or had contact with due to her mother having unfriendly thoughts about them. Apparently they had history, but Alex had unspoken observations on the matter that her mother just didn't get her way with them. Her father, on the other hand, could care less. He was a man of work- one of the many out there, though when he was around he was a kindly man.
They were a wealthy family- an overly wealthy family that was. Mother and father both engrossed by their work, being sure to keep more than enough available. This resulted in Alex not bothering in picking up a job. Never seemed like something she needed, since everything was already available to her. She didn't have to work for much.
As far as hobbies went, Alex was incredibly active. Her flexibility was honed from gymnastics, and the girl could fight. For whatever reasons, she was quick with her words, and even faster with her fighting. Most would suggest she got lessons, though she'd never specified it herself; rumours that she knew how to kill a person twenty different ways with a knife were never confirmed or denied.
Sample Post:
The dark haired girl sent a balled fist into the stomach of one man, before turning sharply on one foot, the other leg lifted and planted harshly into the side of another man. The two fell to her feet, grunting in pain. For a brief moment, her mask of passiveness broke, a small grin tugging at the corner of her lips, jaw twitching lightly suggesting there was a smile to be unleashed. But it fell just as quickly as it had appeared.
“Lame.” she muttered. She turned from the scene in her black sweatpants and grey tank top, walking smoothly to a couch, jumping over the back and landing comfortably. She grabbed a magazine from the glass coffee table, slumping lightly as she set one leg out straight, propped the other against a cushion and flipped a few pages.
Name:Alexandra Maddox
Age: 17
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Blue
Appearance: Alexandra was a small little pixie like creature, petite and graceful. Black hair cropped short in a stylish fashion, with light crystal blue gems encrusted within her sockets. Sides of her black hair framed her soft pale features beautifully, though she usually wore comfortably attire which complimented her silhouette. Alex could pull off the simplest of outfits and make them look flashy with very little effort.
Picture:
(NOTE- This is NOT what Alex wears, just a good representation of her physical features.)
Celebrity Face Claim: Olivia Wilde- I hope she isn't taken? Couldn't find her used anywhere else though...?
Personality: Alex is a surprisingly clever girl. Though this was no reason to think she was nice. A perfectly manipulative girl, who'd take the side of a friend, whether they were doing the 'right' thing or not. Though it was no doubt if they weren't doing the wrong thing, she'd consider it a bonus. A sharp tongue with equally venomous glares should the moment call for it. Though she might seem faithful to friends or family, she'd be just as likely to flip on a friend as she would a stranger should it be so fitting to her. Course, she'd never let them onto that. Though, she's shockingly tolerant.
Occupation: Student, No job
Likes: Skateboarding, acrobats/gymnastics, energy drinks, pizza, flashy jewelry/accessories (Though she doesn't wear them), cats, boys, exotic fruits and attention.
Dislikes: Sushi, fish(fear), paint(The smell), cliche's, oranges and chocolate pudding. (I hate pudding... XD)
History: Alex lived in cities all her life; only a few family members lived in remote area's, which she rarely visited or had contact with due to her mother having unfriendly thoughts about them. Apparently they had history, but Alex had unspoken observations on the matter that her mother just didn't get her way with them. Her father, on the other hand, could care less. He was a man of work- one of the many out there, though when he was around he was a kindly man.
They were a wealthy family- an overly wealthy family that was. Mother and father both engrossed by their work, being sure to keep more than enough available. This resulted in Alex not bothering in picking up a job. Never seemed like something she needed, since everything was already available to her. She didn't have to work for much.
As far as hobbies went, Alex was incredibly active. Her flexibility was honed from gymnastics, and the girl could fight. For whatever reasons, she was quick with her words, and even faster with her fighting. Most would suggest she got lessons, though she'd never specified it herself; rumours that she knew how to kill a person twenty different ways with a knife were never confirmed or denied.
Sample Post:
The dark haired girl sent a balled fist into the stomach of one man, before turning sharply on one foot, the other leg lifted and planted harshly into the side of another man. The two fell to her feet, grunting in pain. For a brief moment, her mask of passiveness broke, a small grin tugging at the corner of her lips, jaw twitching lightly suggesting there was a smile to be unleashed. But it fell just as quickly as it had appeared.
“Lame.” she muttered. She turned from the scene in her black sweatpants and grey tank top, walking smoothly to a couch, jumping over the back and landing comfortably. She grabbed a magazine from the glass coffee table, slumping lightly as she set one leg out straight, propped the other against a cushion and flipped a few pages.
