Post by >> alice swan on Oct 11, 2008 11:19:06 GMT -5
*get over it,
mary alice BRANDON swan
hey b!tchs, elsa here.
i found `tddup on a proboards support site
and i joined because twilight is AWESOME.
i've been living for about 13 years and about 2 years of my life has been spent roleplaying
if you ever need me you can holla my name by pming or aim (laugh0utloud276
mary alice BRANDON swan
hey b!tchs, elsa here.
i found `tddup on a proboards support site
and i joined because twilight is AWESOME.
i've been living for about 13 years and about 2 years of my life has been spent roleplaying
if you ever need me you can holla my name by pming or aim (laugh0utloud276
*simple and sweet,
birth name, mary alice brandon swan
nicknames, alice
age && date of birth, well, technically, she was born in 1901 and would be about 107. She isn't sure how old she was before she was changed, but she looks like she could be anywhere from 17 to 20.
gender, female
sexuality, straight
extra, vampire
original or canon, canon
*i'm no supermodel,
hair colour, dark brown- almost black. bleaches lighter in the summer.
eye colour, topaz- same as all the rest of the veggie vampires.
height, 4'10
weight, 105 pounds
physical flaws, being incredibly short, for one. also, her hair is almost always frizzy or misbehaving- impossible to tame.
general appearance,
the first thing you notice about alice is how small she is. how short and skinny she is may have been influenced by her stay in the asylum- but she thinks she's just naturally a midget. she doesn't have many curves- and thinks of herself as a bit of a stick. still, she has a nice, athletic build. alice's skin is unsually pale- even for a vampire- and in the right light it almost seems transparent, as if you could gaze right through and find her heart in there, still and useless.
alice's face is probably her best feature. it's small and heart shaped, with big, innocent-looking eyes rimmed with long, dark lashes that need no mascara. her eyebrows are thin and perfectly arching across her forehead, tracking the exact curve of her eyes. her nose is small and petite, pointing neatly at the end and often adorned with a tiny, sparkling diamond stud.
hair is an entirely different story. almost impossible to tame, alice finally gave up on her hair and lobbed it all off into a short, spiky and somewhat punkish style that still manages to look elegant. most people with human eyes see her hair as dark, jet black, but with the enhanced vision of the immortal, alice can see that her hair isn't quite black, rather, it's a dark, chocolate brown with maroon-ish highlights.
play by, ashley greene
*this is me,
likes,
dislikes,
habits,
weakness'
strengths,
goals,
secrets,
overall personality,
when you first meet alice, you'll notice how spontaneous and wild she can be. she's always the life of a party, not to mention the one who planned it. she's incredibly unpredictable and loves it- after all, who wants someone else knowing what their next move will be? which is kind of ironic, seeing as she can pretty much see what everyone else's next move will be. alice is really very friendly though- she's the type who would ask the awkward new kid to lunch, and so it's a struggle for her to stay in the shadows.
fun is something alice would be dead without. she loves pulling pranks and above all laughing. she has the ability to make even the most serious people laugh and cheer up even chronically depressed cutters. she loves anything that would have got her adrenaline pumping had she still been human- sneaking out and tp-ing the neighbors house, cliff-diving, grand theft auto. it's partly her love for fun and jokes and compulsively playful nature that makes alice so friendly and well-liked.
*my life story,
hometown, jackman
current town, jackman
parents, biological: unknown
adoptive: carlisle and esme swan
siblings, biological: cynthia brandon
adoptive: bella swan, rosalie swan, emmett swan, jasper swan
pets, nope
other relatives, her niece
history,
alice was born mary alice brandon. her early history is extrmely vague, and she is still trying to piece it all together and find out who she is. what she knows, is that she was born in 1901 in Biloxi, Mississippi, but was later admitted to an asylum because of he premonitions. The date on her tombstone matches that of the date she was admitted to the asylum. During her stay in the asylum, an old vampire who's name is unknown befriended Alice and understood her- she wasn't insane like most people in the asylum. With frequent visits from her friend, things began to look up for Alice. Until James, a deathly tracker, took on the challenge of tracking Alice. Determined to protect her, Alice's vampire friend changed her into a vampire. She awoke alone and confused, knowing nothing but the terrible burning in her throat. Alice would later discover that James had destroyed her friend in vengeance.
alone and lost, alice wandered aimlessly for years until a strange new vision came to her. it portrayed her with a handsome young blond vampire, and she knew. he was the one she would love. they met in an empty diner in philadelphia, and that was when everything fell into place. together, jasper and alice sought out the swans family, also fuled by alice's visions. upon finding carlise, esme, and rosalie, the swans welcomed them with open arms, and finally, alice had a family.
later, bella and emmett came to them, and rose found her love in the young man mauled by a bear. still, alice's past remained a mystery until an encounter with james, who told alice of his time tracking her, how she was the only victim he had ever lost. they fought, and alice destroyed james in revenge for killing her friend, the one who had brought her the only joy in the dark life of the asylum. alice later found out that she had lived in Biloxi, Mississippi and had had a younger sister named cynthia, who was still alive. Alice visited her sister and her niece, but found that she was much better suited for life with her new family who could understand her.
*how we do,
rp sample,
Tine often wondered what would happen had one been raised under different circumstances. For example, what if the king of the atra had been raised Lumen? The neutral king raised to love war and hate peace? In Guillotine's situation, her upbringing was key. She had been born a tool for her idiot parents, a chess piece for her older sister, but a pawn in their thick scheme to gain power. They had taught her that killing was right, mercy was weak, and anything weak was wrong. They had taught her that she was good for nothing in life but murder, taught her that her purpose was naught but to inflict pain upon others, and they had taught her that her family was priority, that she would always obey them, answer to them, and do their bidding. But their plan for her had failed miserably. In the beginning, she had been everything they hoped her to be. Obedient, ruthless, she killed anyone they no longer cared for. She was almost their bodyguard, the one who did their dirty work. And at first, she enjoyed. But after the revolution, after Coldplay escaped and Revenge took the throne, something began to rankle under Tine's obedient mask. She wanted to be more, more than just a servant. Wasn't it weak to not think for ones self? Wasn't weakness wrong? And so, the many things Tine had been taught began to overrule one another. And Tine's unquenchable thirst for power overruled them all. Anger had surged through her body as her father called her, for the last time, and told her he had some business that needed doing. She realized that she was nothing but a slave to her so called 'kin', and the rage was inescapable. It burned like a wildfire through every part of her body, and by the time it was done, everyone in her family was dead, their blood splattered upon Tine's daggers, and victory was hers.
But what if she hadn't been raised by her parents and Therese? What if, per say, she had been raised by Lumen? Tine couldn't help cringing at the thought, but she forced herself to think about it anyway. There was no way she would turn into one of those idiot, drooling Lumen not a very nice persons.... was there? As much as she hated to consider that it might even be possible, Tine knew that it was impossible to know for sure. The knowledge that she would never know filled Tine with an inexplicable anger. She needed to know for sure, she needed certainty in her life, for certainty was power and power was good. Among the many things that Revenge and Rebellion had taught their daughters, a main concept was that power was good, and that they deserved power, but their parents deserved power more. For a few years, Tine had believed that, but as you know, she later decided that her parents were no more important than her- in fact, they were less. They were murdered, and that was done with. Tine would be owned by no one, least of all her parents.
You may ask: If Guillotine wanted no one to own her, what was she doing in the claiming grounds? It's a legitimate question, really. And it does seem that a legitimate question such as that might have a legitimate answer to suit. But in one of the rare phenomena of life, that question does not have a legitimate answer- at least, not one that Tine could think of. She had no desire whatsoever to be claimed, to be owned. She had no desire to love a stallion, for love was a fickle thing. Oh, sure it existed. Tine wouldn't deny that. She had seen it in Coldplay and Therese, she had seen it in several of her many victims, she had seen love exist. But love was a waste of time. In order to love, you have to be willing to give more to another equine than to yourself, and that in itself was a foreign concept to Guillotine. In love, you had to trust in another equine, and Guillotine had decided long ago that no one was worthy of her trust but herself. Growing up in a complex web of lies and betrayal, Tine learned at an early age that there were many things in this world which could extract the deepest of secrets from the strongest of steeds, things which could could cause on to turn on you in the blink of an eye. No, love was not for her. And so what could Tine possibly want with the claiming grounds? The best answer I can come up with is that she wanted a place to stay. Not a home- had she wanted a home, Tine would simply claim a land of her own. But a home was another thing that Tine had no time for, that she thought stupid. At least for her, travel was a way of life. She rarely slept in the same place each night- rarely slept at night in general, really. But since she had been fairly content in these lands as of late, she figured she may as well find a place to stay for a few weeks, a place where she could come home to and not find any unexpected cougars and such lurking in places she wouldn't expect. To put it simply, Tine wanted an equine who would allow her to stay in their home. Whether or not they would let her leave didn't matter- because she would leave anyway when the time seemed fit.
It wouldn't be hard to convince any bastard to let her live in his land. Tine was certainly a looker- tall and slender, with a glowing mahogany pelt, dark, coffee colored eyes, and a graceful movement. Not to mention her erm, seductive charms. And the fact that sex was almost a form of currency for her. If a brute would let her stay at his home for the exchange of sex every night, so be it. She'd get some cheap enjoyment and a home. Call her a sleeper, and she'll just snap back and tell you that maybe she is a sleeper, and it doesn't bother her one bit. To her, it's just fun and a way of life squished into one convenient little name. And whether or not she was in heat didn't bother her much either. Sure, it was a pregnant dog to give birth. But hasn't anyone told you- life's a pregnant dog? That kind of pain was just part of life, and the thrill she got from killing the thing as soon as it took its first steps was worth it. Watching to rise, weak and slimy and disgusting from the ground, take a few wobbling steps towards her, obviously thinking that she was the best thing since sliced bread. Watching that little flicker of hope, and then striking it down. Watching the love in it's eyes turn to terror, watching it's awkward, wobbly legs writhing in pain, and it was all worth it. The pros of being a very *friendly* person (cheap fun, killing the foal) easily balanced out the one con: short-lived pain. And really, it was the same with life. There were plenty of annoyances in life, like the Lumen and Atra and all that crap, but there were also plenty of things to kill, plenty of pain to inflict, plenty of lives to ruin. For Guillotine, life was but a cupcake with blood flavored icing.
anything else, sorry this bio sucks... i've been really museless lately. i can make it better if i need to.
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all header credits come from songs or something i just came up with randomly
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birth name, mary alice brandon swan
nicknames, alice
age && date of birth, well, technically, she was born in 1901 and would be about 107. She isn't sure how old she was before she was changed, but she looks like she could be anywhere from 17 to 20.
gender, female
sexuality, straight
extra, vampire
original or canon, canon
*i'm no supermodel,
hair colour, dark brown- almost black. bleaches lighter in the summer.
eye colour, topaz- same as all the rest of the veggie vampires.
height, 4'10
weight, 105 pounds
physical flaws, being incredibly short, for one. also, her hair is almost always frizzy or misbehaving- impossible to tame.
general appearance,
the first thing you notice about alice is how small she is. how short and skinny she is may have been influenced by her stay in the asylum- but she thinks she's just naturally a midget. she doesn't have many curves- and thinks of herself as a bit of a stick. still, she has a nice, athletic build. alice's skin is unsually pale- even for a vampire- and in the right light it almost seems transparent, as if you could gaze right through and find her heart in there, still and useless.
alice's face is probably her best feature. it's small and heart shaped, with big, innocent-looking eyes rimmed with long, dark lashes that need no mascara. her eyebrows are thin and perfectly arching across her forehead, tracking the exact curve of her eyes. her nose is small and petite, pointing neatly at the end and often adorned with a tiny, sparkling diamond stud.
hair is an entirely different story. almost impossible to tame, alice finally gave up on her hair and lobbed it all off into a short, spiky and somewhat punkish style that still manages to look elegant. most people with human eyes see her hair as dark, jet black, but with the enhanced vision of the immortal, alice can see that her hair isn't quite black, rather, it's a dark, chocolate brown with maroon-ish highlights.
play by, ashley greene
*this is me,
likes,
- jasper, of course. but that's more than a like.
- fashion
- loud music
- reading
- vampire baseball
- giving bella makeovers. givine anyone makeovers really, but bella is especially fun just because she hates it so much.
- pranks
- snow
- mountain lions (to eat, of course)
- yellow porsches
- daydreaming
- night time
- sky diving. yes, she's done it. she never would have dared as a human, but now that she can't die...
dislikes,
- asylums
- cemeteries
- silence
- the headaches she often gets from her seeing gift
- rap music
- drinking elk blood
- thinking about how easily she can kill
- school
- being forced to work
- fashion disasters
habits,
- biting her lip
- gets excited easily and talks fast
- sometimes doesn't think about how what she does will effect others
weakness'
- jasper
- can never resist a makeover
- can never talk about her past
- can't see werewolves
strengths,
- resisting human blood
- well, seeing in the future
- making friends
- fashion!
- manipulating people
- getting her way
goals,
- become a clothing designer or party planner
- to help bella and edward be together
- get through forever
secrets,
- well, the fact that she's a vampire
- once dated a human boy- it lasted two weeks and on the day before they broke up she almost caved and bit him. she thought she loved him until she realized that it had been jasper all long. now she can't help remembering that boy- trevor - whenever bella talks about edward.
- her past- er, she wants it to be a secret
overall personality,
when you first meet alice, you'll notice how spontaneous and wild she can be. she's always the life of a party, not to mention the one who planned it. she's incredibly unpredictable and loves it- after all, who wants someone else knowing what their next move will be? which is kind of ironic, seeing as she can pretty much see what everyone else's next move will be. alice is really very friendly though- she's the type who would ask the awkward new kid to lunch, and so it's a struggle for her to stay in the shadows.
fun is something alice would be dead without. she loves pulling pranks and above all laughing. she has the ability to make even the most serious people laugh and cheer up even chronically depressed cutters. she loves anything that would have got her adrenaline pumping had she still been human- sneaking out and tp-ing the neighbors house, cliff-diving, grand theft auto. it's partly her love for fun and jokes and compulsively playful nature that makes alice so friendly and well-liked.
*my life story,
hometown, jackman
current town, jackman
parents, biological: unknown
adoptive: carlisle and esme swan
siblings, biological: cynthia brandon
adoptive: bella swan, rosalie swan, emmett swan, jasper swan
pets, nope
other relatives, her niece
history,
alice was born mary alice brandon. her early history is extrmely vague, and she is still trying to piece it all together and find out who she is. what she knows, is that she was born in 1901 in Biloxi, Mississippi, but was later admitted to an asylum because of he premonitions. The date on her tombstone matches that of the date she was admitted to the asylum. During her stay in the asylum, an old vampire who's name is unknown befriended Alice and understood her- she wasn't insane like most people in the asylum. With frequent visits from her friend, things began to look up for Alice. Until James, a deathly tracker, took on the challenge of tracking Alice. Determined to protect her, Alice's vampire friend changed her into a vampire. She awoke alone and confused, knowing nothing but the terrible burning in her throat. Alice would later discover that James had destroyed her friend in vengeance.
alone and lost, alice wandered aimlessly for years until a strange new vision came to her. it portrayed her with a handsome young blond vampire, and she knew. he was the one she would love. they met in an empty diner in philadelphia, and that was when everything fell into place. together, jasper and alice sought out the swans family, also fuled by alice's visions. upon finding carlise, esme, and rosalie, the swans welcomed them with open arms, and finally, alice had a family.
later, bella and emmett came to them, and rose found her love in the young man mauled by a bear. still, alice's past remained a mystery until an encounter with james, who told alice of his time tracking her, how she was the only victim he had ever lost. they fought, and alice destroyed james in revenge for killing her friend, the one who had brought her the only joy in the dark life of the asylum. alice later found out that she had lived in Biloxi, Mississippi and had had a younger sister named cynthia, who was still alive. Alice visited her sister and her niece, but found that she was much better suited for life with her new family who could understand her.
*how we do,
rp sample,
Tine often wondered what would happen had one been raised under different circumstances. For example, what if the king of the atra had been raised Lumen? The neutral king raised to love war and hate peace? In Guillotine's situation, her upbringing was key. She had been born a tool for her idiot parents, a chess piece for her older sister, but a pawn in their thick scheme to gain power. They had taught her that killing was right, mercy was weak, and anything weak was wrong. They had taught her that she was good for nothing in life but murder, taught her that her purpose was naught but to inflict pain upon others, and they had taught her that her family was priority, that she would always obey them, answer to them, and do their bidding. But their plan for her had failed miserably. In the beginning, she had been everything they hoped her to be. Obedient, ruthless, she killed anyone they no longer cared for. She was almost their bodyguard, the one who did their dirty work. And at first, she enjoyed. But after the revolution, after Coldplay escaped and Revenge took the throne, something began to rankle under Tine's obedient mask. She wanted to be more, more than just a servant. Wasn't it weak to not think for ones self? Wasn't weakness wrong? And so, the many things Tine had been taught began to overrule one another. And Tine's unquenchable thirst for power overruled them all. Anger had surged through her body as her father called her, for the last time, and told her he had some business that needed doing. She realized that she was nothing but a slave to her so called 'kin', and the rage was inescapable. It burned like a wildfire through every part of her body, and by the time it was done, everyone in her family was dead, their blood splattered upon Tine's daggers, and victory was hers.
But what if she hadn't been raised by her parents and Therese? What if, per say, she had been raised by Lumen? Tine couldn't help cringing at the thought, but she forced herself to think about it anyway. There was no way she would turn into one of those idiot, drooling Lumen not a very nice persons.... was there? As much as she hated to consider that it might even be possible, Tine knew that it was impossible to know for sure. The knowledge that she would never know filled Tine with an inexplicable anger. She needed to know for sure, she needed certainty in her life, for certainty was power and power was good. Among the many things that Revenge and Rebellion had taught their daughters, a main concept was that power was good, and that they deserved power, but their parents deserved power more. For a few years, Tine had believed that, but as you know, she later decided that her parents were no more important than her- in fact, they were less. They were murdered, and that was done with. Tine would be owned by no one, least of all her parents.
You may ask: If Guillotine wanted no one to own her, what was she doing in the claiming grounds? It's a legitimate question, really. And it does seem that a legitimate question such as that might have a legitimate answer to suit. But in one of the rare phenomena of life, that question does not have a legitimate answer- at least, not one that Tine could think of. She had no desire whatsoever to be claimed, to be owned. She had no desire to love a stallion, for love was a fickle thing. Oh, sure it existed. Tine wouldn't deny that. She had seen it in Coldplay and Therese, she had seen it in several of her many victims, she had seen love exist. But love was a waste of time. In order to love, you have to be willing to give more to another equine than to yourself, and that in itself was a foreign concept to Guillotine. In love, you had to trust in another equine, and Guillotine had decided long ago that no one was worthy of her trust but herself. Growing up in a complex web of lies and betrayal, Tine learned at an early age that there were many things in this world which could extract the deepest of secrets from the strongest of steeds, things which could could cause on to turn on you in the blink of an eye. No, love was not for her. And so what could Tine possibly want with the claiming grounds? The best answer I can come up with is that she wanted a place to stay. Not a home- had she wanted a home, Tine would simply claim a land of her own. But a home was another thing that Tine had no time for, that she thought stupid. At least for her, travel was a way of life. She rarely slept in the same place each night- rarely slept at night in general, really. But since she had been fairly content in these lands as of late, she figured she may as well find a place to stay for a few weeks, a place where she could come home to and not find any unexpected cougars and such lurking in places she wouldn't expect. To put it simply, Tine wanted an equine who would allow her to stay in their home. Whether or not they would let her leave didn't matter- because she would leave anyway when the time seemed fit.
It wouldn't be hard to convince any bastard to let her live in his land. Tine was certainly a looker- tall and slender, with a glowing mahogany pelt, dark, coffee colored eyes, and a graceful movement. Not to mention her erm, seductive charms. And the fact that sex was almost a form of currency for her. If a brute would let her stay at his home for the exchange of sex every night, so be it. She'd get some cheap enjoyment and a home. Call her a sleeper, and she'll just snap back and tell you that maybe she is a sleeper, and it doesn't bother her one bit. To her, it's just fun and a way of life squished into one convenient little name. And whether or not she was in heat didn't bother her much either. Sure, it was a pregnant dog to give birth. But hasn't anyone told you- life's a pregnant dog? That kind of pain was just part of life, and the thrill she got from killing the thing as soon as it took its first steps was worth it. Watching to rise, weak and slimy and disgusting from the ground, take a few wobbling steps towards her, obviously thinking that she was the best thing since sliced bread. Watching that little flicker of hope, and then striking it down. Watching the love in it's eyes turn to terror, watching it's awkward, wobbly legs writhing in pain, and it was all worth it. The pros of being a very *friendly* person (cheap fun, killing the foal) easily balanced out the one con: short-lived pain. And really, it was the same with life. There were plenty of annoyances in life, like the Lumen and Atra and all that crap, but there were also plenty of things to kill, plenty of pain to inflict, plenty of lives to ruin. For Guillotine, life was but a cupcake with blood flavored icing.
anything else, sorry this bio sucks... i've been really museless lately. i can make it better if i need to.
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