Post by Jenny on Jul 19, 2010 18:33:56 GMT -8
Full Name:Allison Elsie Baker
Nicknames:Ali
Age:16 (Sixth Year)
Gender:Female
Ethnicity:American
Birthplace:New York
Tattoo's: Wants one
Piercing's:ears
Face Claim:Elsie Enchanted
Blood Status: Pure
Height:5"6'
Eye Color:It changes.
Hair Color:Light Brown
Skin Color:Tan
Weight:111
Personality:
Frightened: She's afraid of being hit and she's just easily frightened. Especially when people get mad at her. She automatically starts crying if someone starts yelling at her, its a reflex she just can't help. Just also jumps at small noises. She also gets very paranoid.
Jealous: She's jealous of everyone and anyone. She always thinks that they have it all so much better than her and she hates it to the extreme. She's used to being shut up in her room by her brother that she doesn't understand that some people could have it worse. She also hated the fact thats she's jealous of everyone, jealously is a terrible feeling, she just can't help it.
Desperate: Ali wants everything. She desperate to have anything. It was one of the reason's she became friends with Dylan, she was actually wanted. The desperate feeling of being wanted never fully went away, but being in a clique makes her feel like all eyes on her and it boosts her self-esteem.
Pushed Around: She lets people take advantage of her. She's easy to control, which is why she's second in command in Dylan's clique. She has a hard time when trying to stand up for herself and find her voice. This happened after many years of living with her 'protective' brother.
Beaten: Her brother likes to think he's protecting Allison when he leave's bruises and marks on his little sister. Allison is locked up in her room all hours of the day unless she's at school, thats the only time her brother actually allows her out of her room.
History:
Allison was a happy girl, quite oblivious to the world around her. She didn't realize it when she saw mommy and daddy drinking that it would turn into something bad. When told to go to her room the night of her mothers murder, she did. She couldn't even hear the yelling like her older brother could.
Allison only heard when the gun shot was fired. It was through the house and through her ears. She had looked up when it was fired and about a second later, her brother appeared in her room and yelled at her to leave. They both went through the window in her room and hid in the bushes.
Once they had moved out of their uncles/aunts house, the abuse started. Allison had been unpacking stuff in the new house. She happened to be unpacking glass in the kitchen with her brother. She accidentally dropped a plate and it shattered. Her brother lashed out at her and hit her. From then it became a habit and more often until it was happening everyday.
RP Example:
Allison looked up as he brother opened the door. “Go find something to eat, you have ten minutes,” he told her, walking back out of her room. Allison frowned and got up, hurrying out of her room, going to find something to eat. She hurried down the hall and to the kitchen, beginning to look through all the cupboards for something to eat. She was starving from not being able to eat all day.
She grabbed the milk out of the fridge and set it on the counter. She reached up on her tippy toes and grabbed a cup. It slipped out of her hand the second she had thought she had a hold of it. She winced as it shattered on the floor. About a second later her brother was in the doorway, a look of furry on his face. Allison’s eyes widened in horror when she noticed her brother walking up to her.
She closed her eyes and heard him growl in anger before hitting her and pushing her against the wall. “You stupid, f***ing bitch!” he yelled, grabbing her shoulders and pushing her into the wall for extra measure. “You think you can just drop my stuff like its nothing?” he asked angrily. Allison just whimpered and that seemed to encourage her brother even more.
Her brother grabbed a piece of glass off the ground from the shattered cup and dug it into her arm. Allison cried out in pain, trying to push him away. “You deserve to be punished for your stupidity,” he growled, dropping the glass the ground and grabbing her wrist roughly. He pulled her down the hallway and soon pushed her into her room.
Allison fell to the ground, her arm was searing with pain. “I’m going out, I’ll be back later,” he muttered, slamming her bedroom door. Allison waited to get up until she heard the click of the lock. She stood there until she heard her brother car pull out of the driveway. Once she heard that, she tried to ignored the pain in her arm as she went to her closet and pulled out the huge duffle bag.
She set it on her bed and went to her dresser, grabbing armfuls of clothes and putting them in the large bag. Once the bag was full, she walked over to her window. She took a deep breath, balling her fist up and pulling it back. She wished she had something she could shove through the window to break it, but Zacky had been smarter than that. Allison put her other hand on the wall for support.
Without a second though, Allison let her fist ram into the window, the glass breaking around her fist. Allison bit back she scream from the pain, she was pretty sure she had just broken something in her hand. She looked outside, it had started pouring down rain. She looked down at her hand, blood was flowing out of it. She threw her duffle bag out the window. She had come too far to just stay in her room and ball her eyes out.
She knew where she was going as she carefully escaped out the window. She picked up her duffle bag and started running, getting soaking wet from the rainbow. About ten minutes of full out sprinting, she arrived at the Skinner’s doorstep. She was soaking, out of breath, bleeding from her arm and her fist and had tears running down her cheek as she frantically knocked on the door with her good hand.
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