Post by MOMO-KINS on Jul 14, 2009 14:58:01 GMT -6
ALLISON BIANCA CHEVERUX
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she's beautiful as usual
with bruises on her ego and
her killer instinct tells her to
be aware of evil men
bad cop:
state your name and any aliases you go by.
“Allison Bianca Cheverux. I hate being called Allison, though. I mean, it’s so… [grimaces] I don’t know. Not me. So it’s Ally, only Ally. ‘Cause I hate being called anything else, especially ABC. Yes, the first letters of my first, middle, and last name are the first three letters of the alphabet! Whoop-de-do! So, umm… yeah. I like being called Ally?”
state your age. [pauses] your real age, smartass.
“I’m twenty-one. Yay, alcohol! I mean, not like I couldn’t get it anyway, but now I’m all official and not breaking the law. So that’s good, right?”
state your occupation or what you consider it to be.
“Umm… I used to work at a coffee shop, until a customer looked at me the wrong way and then grabbed my ass, so I spilt the hot beverage on his lap. Hopefully, he won’t be reproducing, but… that’s not the point, is it? I’m currently a student at UCLA, majoring in theater. Oh, and I’m Professor Phoenix’s TA, meaning I grade his papers. No, I’m not actually paid for it, since I’m a senior, and most TA’s are grad students. I’m kind of doing it to spend more time with him, really. And since he’s helping train me as a hunter, it adds a good cover story. Umm… that’s all. Yeah. You’ve got a scary glare, you know that? Oh, yeah. Of course you do.”
good cop:
so what was it like growing up with a family like yours?
“Oh, goodie. I get to talk about the dysfunction that is my family. Okay, so I’m the middle child of three siblings, and each of us has our own freaky powers. My mom’s dead… She died a few years after my younger brother was born, and ever since then, I’ve kind of taken on the role as mother slash older sister for him. My dad and my older brother are kind of one in the same – emotionally distant, focused on work, whatever. I’m definitely closest to my younger bro, and he kind of works as a medium between the two factions of our family.
"Growing up was normal, I suppose, except for the fact that I heard voices in my head, and my brothers could do freaky things as well. If it had only been one of us, I’m sure my father would have tried to ignore it, but since all of us are weird, he had to acknowledge it and help us control it. Trust me… Those lessons were not fun. Unless you enjoy being yelled at for being stupid, incompetent, or cheeky. Yeah, cheeky. Anyway, I went to a fancy private school because my dad is loaded and had to deal with annoying pricks all day. I’m the type to go out of my way and annoy people I don’t like, and I did it all the time there… And had a horrible record by the end of high school.
"And, well, now I’m in college. I rarely talk to my father unless I need money, and my older brother has run off to join the evil bastards trying to take over the world… and I think my dad encouraged it. He certainly encouraged me to do the same thing, for the ‘good of the family’ or whatever. I definitely don’t talk to either of them. My younger brother and I are always in touch, though, and I know he’s on my side completely now. Um… Is that all?”
thank you for offering up that information. so share with me something personal about you.
“Me? Why, I am quite the pain in the ass. I have a crass mouth, a low sense of humor, and I hate authority. Do you need to know more? [grins] Oh, well, okay then. I don’t make friends easily, but I can make conversation with just about anyone. I’m charming when I want to be… People tell me I’m funny, although sometimes I think they’re just laughing because they can’t figure out what I’ve just said, and it seems like the best alternative. But I do like to claim that I’m witty. I’m stubborn as a fucking bull – I am a Taurus after all. That’s how we’re supposed to be. Usually, I don’t get angry easily, or, like, really, really angry, anyway. Annoyed? Yeah, pretty easily. Especially when I’m surrounded by idiots. And, if I’m annoyed, I like to annoy others in return. It’s a horrible cycle, really, but one I’m not willing to break.
"Well… What else? I guess I’m smart. I know I’ve got street smarts, and I make good grades. I like to read; I can be outgoing. I love to talk. I’m self-conscious, although I’m good at hiding it. I want to be an actress, so loving attention is a requirement. Some people think I’m crazy, but trust me, everything I do make sense to me. [grins again] Hmm… Oh, I have lots of trust issues… M’kay. I’m done spilling my guts to you."
bad cop:
so what fancy things can you do? be specific.
“Well, I’m a telepath, meaning I can hear other people’s thoughts. Humans only, though. It’s really annoying actually, and it took awhile for me to be able to block it out. See, it’s kind of like being in a room where everyone’s talking, even if no one is. It’s an… extra kind of buzzing. Ugh, it’s hard to describe, but it’s annoying as hell. Or it was, before I could block it out and that still takes a lot of energy. Also, I’ve learned that if I work at it, I can actually put thoughts into someone’s head. Only little things though! Like, if some girl is about to make a horrible fashion mistake, I can convince her not to buy it. Umm… oh! And there’s this weird thing. The few times I’ve been around vampires, I’ve learned that their extra abilities don’t really affect me. You know, like their gaze and stuff. I can’t be put under eye spell thingys, at least by the ones I’ve met.”
i bet you think you’re the best, huh? better than everyone else.
“Erm, no? I mean, it was a lot easier a few years ago when I didn’t know these other creatures existed… and before they started trying to take over the world, but the way people reacted wasn’t exactly fair either. But now that this Metzger guy has decided he wants to make an evil, bad rule thing, I know we need to stop him. There are bad humans as well as evil creatures, so you can’t just blame everything on a race.”
good cop:
so what are your likes and dislikes?
“I love going to the theater! Reading is fun too, along with watching movies. I’m a big fan of relaxing on a rainy day with a good book or good movie. Weirdly enough, though, I hate thunder… which comes hand-in-hand with most rain storms. I’m not a big fan of vampires, or most of the ones I’ve met anyway. Erm… I like cats, too! And I dislike stupid, annoying people. Is that good enough?”
i’m wondering – do you have any distinguishing features?
“My gorgeous face, of course! Did you even have to ask? [grins]. Well, I guess I’m short, but I consider five four ‘medium height’ to make myself feel better. I’m weirdly skinny and have no freaking boobs, which you don’t really care about… Anyway, I have some scars from when I fell off my bikes numerous times… I usually wear whatever I feel like, I guess. Jeans, tank tops, skirts, dresses, heels, sneakers, whatever. But trust me, I have an amazing fashion sense, at least for myself. I know what I’ll look good in. [winks]"
so, are you seeing anyone special? or have anyone in mind?
“[blushes] Umm… no. Not really. I mean, I have a crush on Professor Phoenix, but that’s nothing really. It’s just a crush – you know, I like the way he talks and moves and… Yeah, anyway. I’ve only had a couple of boyfriends. I love flirting, but relationships kinda scare me. You know, that whole opening up thing… I don’t get into relationships lightly. So yes, they have been serious, and yes, they ended in heartbreak. I’d rather not go into it, okay? Oh, but no, there is no chance, no matter how much I liked the guy, I would do a threesome with another chick. Another dude? Yeah, sure.”
are you sure you don’t want some coffee, ally?
“Usually I would accept, but you guys are known for making really bad coffee. Haven’t you seen all those cop dramas? The coffee is always way too bitter. Like cops, hah. Anyway, no thank you. I wouldn’t want my stereotypes to change.”
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NAME/ALIAS: Morgan
AGE: 18
RP EXPERIENCE: 4 years online… lots longer before.
ANY OTHER CHARACTERS?:Ileana & Carmine
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
It took a few moments for Ally to process the insult; when she was angry, the fog of emotion tended to cloud... well, everything. But suddenly, the fog lifted. She wasn't angry anymore - instead, she had gone into a different place. It was a place where nothing affected her, especially the snide comments of arrogant, rich boys. This nice little vacation for the mind came in handy when dealing with persnickety men, like her father or Seto.
"No," she said quietly, moving closer to the other victim of the elevator's tyranny. "It's not." Ally lifted her violet eyes so that they met his blue ones, that way he could experience every bit of the intensity she wanted him to. As an actress, Ally knew how to hold a moment so the tension builds to a breaking point. This situation wasn't quite as dramatic as many of her previous scenes had been, but she was planning on making it as close to one of those as she possibly could. And just when she thought she was going to get no reaction from him, just when she was about to sigh mentally and accept defeat, she saw the look in his eyes falter the tiniest bit. If her own eyes hadn't been glued onto his and she had not been paying attention to his every movement, she would never have noticed. She had a quick, fleeting thought, wondering how many things she missed about Seto because she never paid enough attention to him, but that thought was quickly overshadowed by her victory. She had won the staring contest! (In her own mind at least.)
She looked away, pretending to be bored with the situation, and said idly, "I'm a hit man. And you're my first target."
Ally let him digest the news, and for someone as smart as the Kaiba boy, that only took, like, two seconds. She flashed him a quick smile, and suddenly, all of the anger that had filled the elevator disappeared. Ally couldn't have been sure when Seto had stopped being angry, or if he had stopped at all, but she was suddenly back to her normal self. All you need is a few moments of falsely generated tension, and you could solve any problem. At least, that was what Ally believed. Her own personal religion, whooo.
Then, while she was observing his barely changed expression, her eyes found his lips. Perfectly shaped, beautiful lips. When he kissed, did he take charge of the situation or was he more passive? Forceful or gentle? Were his lips rough or soft? Ally could answer that question - soft. They were too smooth. But, was he one for short, chaste kisses, or long, passionate ones?
...And why exactly was she wondering such a horrid thing?!
Quickly, the actress adverted her eyes to the floor of the elevator. Bad thoughts, bad thoughts, bad thoughts. Must think of other things, like the stuck elevator. When the hell was her father going to call her back?!
Still... Did Seto have a six pack underneath those business clothes or was he more the the type to be willowy? Both were perfectly fine with Ally. As a matter of fact, she liked most things man. Except the attitude...
And the constantly thinking about things she should stop thinking about because she hated certain ones and therefore should not have lustful thoughts about them! Guh.
"No," she said quietly, moving closer to the other victim of the elevator's tyranny. "It's not." Ally lifted her violet eyes so that they met his blue ones, that way he could experience every bit of the intensity she wanted him to. As an actress, Ally knew how to hold a moment so the tension builds to a breaking point. This situation wasn't quite as dramatic as many of her previous scenes had been, but she was planning on making it as close to one of those as she possibly could. And just when she thought she was going to get no reaction from him, just when she was about to sigh mentally and accept defeat, she saw the look in his eyes falter the tiniest bit. If her own eyes hadn't been glued onto his and she had not been paying attention to his every movement, she would never have noticed. She had a quick, fleeting thought, wondering how many things she missed about Seto because she never paid enough attention to him, but that thought was quickly overshadowed by her victory. She had won the staring contest! (In her own mind at least.)
She looked away, pretending to be bored with the situation, and said idly, "I'm a hit man. And you're my first target."
Ally let him digest the news, and for someone as smart as the Kaiba boy, that only took, like, two seconds. She flashed him a quick smile, and suddenly, all of the anger that had filled the elevator disappeared. Ally couldn't have been sure when Seto had stopped being angry, or if he had stopped at all, but she was suddenly back to her normal self. All you need is a few moments of falsely generated tension, and you could solve any problem. At least, that was what Ally believed. Her own personal religion, whooo.
Then, while she was observing his barely changed expression, her eyes found his lips. Perfectly shaped, beautiful lips. When he kissed, did he take charge of the situation or was he more passive? Forceful or gentle? Were his lips rough or soft? Ally could answer that question - soft. They were too smooth. But, was he one for short, chaste kisses, or long, passionate ones?
...And why exactly was she wondering such a horrid thing?!
Quickly, the actress adverted her eyes to the floor of the elevator. Bad thoughts, bad thoughts, bad thoughts. Must think of other things, like the stuck elevator. When the hell was her father going to call her back?!
Still... Did Seto have a six pack underneath those business clothes or was he more the the type to be willowy? Both were perfectly fine with Ally. As a matter of fact, she liked most things man. Except the attitude...
And the constantly thinking about things she should stop thinking about because she hated certain ones and therefore should not have lustful thoughts about them! Guh.