Post by ALESSANDRA BALLARD on Jun 14, 2010 16:56:33 GMT -5
ALESSANDRA FIA BALLARD.
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oh, hai there ! i'm Rin and i'm 19 years old. i'm a female, and i've been roleplay for 8 years. there, i told you. now, onto my character n_n[/FONT][/COLOR]
I'M NOT YOUR BOYFRIEND, BABY[/FONT]
I AIN'T YOUR CUTE LITTLE SEX TOY. I AIN'T YOUR LION OR YOUR TIGER[/FONT][/center]
HUMAN, WEREWOLF, HALF-BREED, GHOST, DEMON Ghoul
HIGH SCHOOL STUDENT, COLLEGE STUDENT, OR TOWNIE Townie
FULL NAME Alessandra Fia Ballard
NICKNAMES none
AGE 803 years old, November 9th
GENDER Female
ETHNICITY Italian
RESIDENCE Applewood, NY
SEXUALITY Bisexual
STATUS Single
PLAYED BY Rosie Huntington-Whiteley [/FONT][/COLOR][/ul]
WON'T BE YOUR NASTY LITTLE BOY.
[/FONT]I'M NOT YOUR NIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR, CAN'T GRANT YOUR EVERY WISH[/FONT][/center][/COLOR]
- The ocean
- People watching
- Classical Music
- Writing
- The countryside
- Winter
- Time to herself
- Collecting things
- Speaking with humans
- Old people
- Children
ALESSANDRA DISLIKES
- Big cities
- Television
- Insects
- Summer
- Pets
- Cleaning
- Human food
- Politics
- Taking pictures
- Nosey people
GOALS
- Keep her identity a secrets from others
- Resist the urge to 'fall in love'
- Visit Asia someday
- Find her purpose
FEARS
- Being discovered
- Living alone forever
- Whatever comes after death for a ghoul...
SECRETS
- Her diet, of course
- Where she's been, the things that she has seen
- Who she is (her identity must be kept a secret for obvious reasons)
WEAKNESSES
- Short Temper- Even though she has been around for a long time, Alessandra never really learned how to be patient with people.
- Judgemental- Let's just say, first impressions mean a lot to her.
- Like Humans- She is easily fascinated with her prey which can sometimes lead to trouble.
- Impulsive- At times, she can be overwhelmed with a desire to take risks. It comes from the strain of needing to blend in all the time.
- Haughty- Since Alessandra's been around for quite some time now, she has a tendency to think she knows everything.
STRENGTHS
- Protective- She's very protective of her privacy which prevents her secrets from being exposed.
- Independent- Alessandra doesn't need to rely on anyone but herself to survive.
- Manipulative- She knows how to charm her prey into giving her what she needs.
- Intelligent/Wise- Since she has been alive for so long, Alessandra has a lot more common sense than the average joe.
- Strong- Being a ghoul, she now has excessive strength with makes it easier for her to feed.
HABITS/QUIRKS
- She doesn't like things clean. Instead, she likes what she would call "organized chaos".
- She'll often stare at someone for a long time before noticing what she's doing.
- She likes to learn about her prey on a personal level before feeding on them.
BEST MEMORY ''My first taste of human flesh. It was celestial. I nearly felt alive again!... too bad it had to be the man that I loved."
WORST MEMORY"Living with myself..." She chuckled lightly to herself,"I know, that seems completely self loathing of me to say, but imagine living for centuries. Your sense of purpose seems to get loss in the years and you begin to wonder why you're still... excuse, me. I've already said too much."
OVERALL PERSONALITY
Well, my mother named me Alessandra, which means protector of mankind. I found that to be a little ironic since I actually feed on 'mankind', but I understand it's meaning. I'm a very protective person. I'm protective over my family, my privacy and my emotions. My parents had always taught me never to get close, not even to them, because ghouls are treacherous creatures... and we all know this. If we didn't then how else could one explain why we travel in small groups? Too many of us in one place... I beg your pardon, I'm getting off track.
Anyways, my father named me Fia, which is my middle name. In Italian, it means a flicker of fire. I'm almost too sure that he was talking about the bit of sassiness that may escape my lips from time to time. I am also quick to anger and quick to judge. On the positive side, I'm more of a listener than a speaker. Well, unless something really catching my interest, in which case I would be quick to pursue it. But all and all, I'm not much of a speaker. You may not understand, but after so many years of living what else is there really to say that hasn't been said before? I love teasing mortals. They are such sensitive little beings, it almost feels wrong to toy with their trust and emotions, but that's how I survive.
One might call me cruel, since I'm one that likes to play with her food before eating it, but I find that it tastes so much better that way. I know, that it's dangerous to have human relations. My parents had told me so, but I can't fight my fascination. Maybe being close to the living makes me feel more like I belong. I don't know... And honestly, I don't care. In truth, I love what I do. Feeding does not disgust me anymore than pizza disgusts you. I find no guilt in it, and I'd would much rather taste the real thing, over buying raw meat at the grocery store.
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SO I LEAVE YOU WITH THIS KISS
[/FONT]YOU CAN CATCH ME ON THE SPEED TRAIN, BEEPER IN A THREE WAY[/FONT][/center][/COLOR]
CURRENT RESIDENCE Applewood, NY
MOTHER'S NAME Mother Fiona
MOTHER'S OCCUPATION Temple Cleric
FATHER'S NAME Father Adalberto
FATHER'S OCCUPATION Temple Priest
SIBLINGS none
OVERALL HISTORY [/SIZE][/FONT][/ul][/COLOR] Where do I start?... I suppose birth would be a reasonable beginning. I was actually born in Italy, off the eastern coast on what we would now call Bari.Initially, I was born to a human father and mother and they cared for me as any parent should, I suppose. Mortal life went on and eventually I died, as everyone should. It was during the second civil war in the Kingdom of Sicily. Battle was often placed in Bari and I just happened to be in the middle of it. After my death, Father Adalberto found me. He was a priest in the local church and he seemed to have been keeping secrets of his own that were against the church's teachings. With the help of his wife I was born again, a ghoul.
My 'home life' was much the same as anyone else's. I lived with my mother and father until I became able to care for myself. Before that time, they would teach me the skills of the hunt and other survival practices that would help me blend into any environment that I might choose to dwell into. I am an only child, as far as I know and I do not know of any relatives on either side of my family tree. My mother and father always told me I was of noble blood, but they never said whose. They weren't at all into keeping track of family records or anything like that. The more items or papers with memos of things of that nature made it all the more likely to get caught.
My family and I, we traveled all over the globe, seeking out new prey and growing stronger in skill. I've been to all of the seven continents but Asia, and honestly I don't know why I've never been. Over time, we all knew that it was time for me to leave. They had taught me everything I needed to know, and staying with them any longer would only serve to be a liability so I left. I fled to the North during the late 1700s. A new country was being established. They called it the United States, the 'new world.' Being young, I had to see it for myself. Obviously, I have come to like the place, which brings me to my present. So, that's my story. And uhm, th-that is typical for a ghoulish upbringing, is it not?
SHININ' WITH THE GLEAM CHAIN
[/FONT]AND YOUR HONEY GIVIN' ME BRAIN, YOU CAN CATCH ME WATCHIN' AI[/FONT][/center][/COLOR]
The club scene wasn’t really Cameron’s thing. He was more into the small get togethers that the Opals held in their dorm rooms, or at the park. He liked the fact that he knew everyone at the party and didn’t have to worry about any shady people trying to take his money while he was intoxicated or something like that. In fact, Cameron wouldn’t have even considered going to the club party had he not heard that Madison would be there. Especially not after finding out that it was one of their events, the Diamonds, and as he approached the entryway into the club his last thought became much too evident.
“Can I see your I.D.?” The bouncer asked in his intimidating voice.
“Yeah, it’s somewhere around here,” Cameron said while digging through his pockets, biding his time. Sure, he knew that he was still old enough to get into the club without being twenty-one, but in order to make a good impression on Madison he knew that it would probably be a good idea to have the ability to buy her drinks, and if he let the bouncer put an “underage stamp” on his hand, then Cameron knew that he might as well just walk into the club with a big L printed on his forehead. There was no way that he was going make an impact on her with his mediocrity.
“Wait… I think I might have left it in my condo.” He said to the bouncer as they both tried not to laugh at his lame excuse. The man outside the club had probably heard that one a countless number of times and besides that, Cameron didn’t look like the kind of guy that had his own condo (well, if there was a certain way to look to live in one of those). He had no designer clothes to speak of, but he had still managed to find something nice to wear from out of his closest. After his last encounter with Madison, it was only too obvious that he was going to have to try a lot harder to make an impression on her so he went to the South Street Seaport Mall to build up a better wardrobe, which was another something that he would never do if he wasn’t so caught up in his attraction for her.
Well, to make a long story short, Cameron wasn’t getting in, at least not without a stamp on his hand as he had intended, or was he? After the bouncer had regained his composure from his previous fit of laughter, Cameron extended his hand and the man pulled out the infamous “you’re too young to drink” stamp, but just before the ink-sullied rubber made contact with his skin, Cameron swung his hand to the side and bobbed under the velvet rope, making his way into the Baraonda. In hind sight, that probably wasn’t such a good idea, but at the moment he couldn’t think of anything better to do and well; now he was in. The only problem now, was that he was going to have to keep an eye out for security as opposed to relaxing in the club like everyone else.
“Can I see your I.D.?” The bouncer asked in his intimidating voice.
“Yeah, it’s somewhere around here,” Cameron said while digging through his pockets, biding his time. Sure, he knew that he was still old enough to get into the club without being twenty-one, but in order to make a good impression on Madison he knew that it would probably be a good idea to have the ability to buy her drinks, and if he let the bouncer put an “underage stamp” on his hand, then Cameron knew that he might as well just walk into the club with a big L printed on his forehead. There was no way that he was going make an impact on her with his mediocrity.
“Wait… I think I might have left it in my condo.” He said to the bouncer as they both tried not to laugh at his lame excuse. The man outside the club had probably heard that one a countless number of times and besides that, Cameron didn’t look like the kind of guy that had his own condo (well, if there was a certain way to look to live in one of those). He had no designer clothes to speak of, but he had still managed to find something nice to wear from out of his closest. After his last encounter with Madison, it was only too obvious that he was going to have to try a lot harder to make an impression on her so he went to the South Street Seaport Mall to build up a better wardrobe, which was another something that he would never do if he wasn’t so caught up in his attraction for her.
Well, to make a long story short, Cameron wasn’t getting in, at least not without a stamp on his hand as he had intended, or was he? After the bouncer had regained his composure from his previous fit of laughter, Cameron extended his hand and the man pulled out the infamous “you’re too young to drink” stamp, but just before the ink-sullied rubber made contact with his skin, Cameron swung his hand to the side and bobbed under the velvet rope, making his way into the Baraonda. In hind sight, that probably wasn’t such a good idea, but at the moment he couldn’t think of anything better to do and well; now he was in. The only problem now, was that he was going to have to keep an eye out for security as opposed to relaxing in the club like everyone else.