Post by alice clara logan on Jul 14, 2010 11:53:20 GMT
i'm the first kid to
write of hearts lies and friends ,[/b]
••ALICE CLARA LOGAN
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i've found the cure to growing older[/b]
and you're the only place that feels like home[/size]
oh haiii, my name is [alice clara logan], but you know i'll holla if you call me [al]. i've been surviving this world for [fifteen years], so i'm a [fifth year]. my blood is [half pure], so the dark lord [can suck it]. I'm representing [gryffindor] my wand is actually [twelve] inches of [yew], filled with [dragon heartstring], and it's straight lethal. i'm a [female], and i like to wake up next to [guys], like it or not. once, some muggle told me i look like [vanessa hudgens], who ever the hell that is. what else could you possibly need to know?
just so you know, you'll never know[/b]
and some secrets weren't meant to be told[/size]
Alice was born in the middle of a cold night and was raised in her beautiful house located in Essex. Through the years, her mother attempted to buy her the most dazzling dresses of the most exquisite designs. Whilst Alice clearly enjoyed being pampered and loved the way her skirts twirled as she spun around dancing, she felt like her mother was making too much effort to please her Pure-blooded acquaintances. It was only by observing her father's casual yet well-groomed style that Alice began to have a fondness for jeans and the like. Obviously, her mother did not approve as she believed that they were 'so un-ladylike'. Nevertheless, Alice then began to grow into a pretty girl with a slight tomboyish streak and a fan of literature: the latter was mainly due to her mother's insistence to read her bedtime stories. Eventually they grew on the female and she began to read (almost) any book that she could get her hands on. Doing her best to please her parents, Alice seems to be growing up to become a well-mannered and magically adept young lady.
i am sorry my conscience called in sick again[/b]
and i've got arrogance down to a science[/size]
In general, Alice can be categorized as an optimistic, happy-go-lucky type of girl. Whenever she finds one of her loved ones in a slump, she is usually the one who helps pick them up and convinces them to keep moving forward. However, that is not to say that she has not fallen prey to a depressing state of her own. Whenever she has, however, Alice tends to focus on the positive. But, if that doesn't work, she would try to find another way to deal with the situation. After all, nothing's impossible, right?
Alice is known to be optimistic and carefree, mainly due to the influence her father has over her. Therefore, it can be said that she inherited the majority of her father's traits as opposed to her mother's; who is more stern and obsessed with cleanliness and order.
your secret's out and the best part
[/b]is it isn't even a good one[/size]
Dementor ~ Losing her parents, particularly her father.
Veritaserum ~ Alice has never hugged, kissed or - otherwise - touched a member of the opposite sex (friendly or otherwise). She also secretly despises most of her mother's habits and views, although never voices that out loud.
Amortentia ~ Alice loves the smell of men's perfume/deodorant, although not when someone wears it over-excessively. She also likes the smell of mint, although there is no particular reason - that she knows of, anyway - of why this is so. She also likes the smell of new books and fresh parchment, but doesn't say this out loud - of course.
this has been said so many times
[/b]that i'm not sure if it matters[/size]
[/i] What could she say? Her (sub-conscience?) was right; as an only child, Alice craved attention. And, since her mother never happened to give her much, she went to try and impress her. Not that it always worked; sometimes, Alice felt that she was trying too hard. But, no matter ... she'd pass her OWLs and her NEWTs (or, at least, try to) and get a nice-paying job somewhere. That'd make her mother happy.
what do we call you?: Farrah
and how old are you?: 16
how long have you been addicted to roleplay?: 2 years
how'd you find us?: Advertisement on another board.Alice stole another glance at the horizon. It truly did look beautiful and she couldn't wait for her friends to arrive and see it with her. The whole point of their so-called meeting wasn't much; she just wanted to see them before they all became victim to the manic timetables that usually accompanied the OWLs. It would be nice to see them ... not to mention siphon all the gossip out of them, too. That thought made her smile; so much drama had followed them, not that that was really unexpected. Nevertheless, Alice did like to be 'in the know' when it came to her friends. Maybe the curiosity she felt about many people, she had earned from her father. The thought of him made her sigh wistfully.
He was always busy these days; it was increasingly hard to be able to spend time with him. A small part of her thought that that was selfish: he couldn't just take days off work because his daughter wanted to spend more time with him. Nevertheless, she found that she missed the days that she couldn't see him; maybe because he promised he'd always be there for her, or maybe because he was a much better confidant than her mother ever will be. No, all Maria would do is simply agree absentmindedly, with no regard of actually having even pretended to listen to what her daughter was telling her. It was funny, though - apparently, Maria was quite the Pure-blood; focusing on securing ties with the rest of her race (although, she wasn't as radical as the Slytherins were). And then she ends up with a Muggle, all Pure-blood tie-severing apparently forgotten. 'Well,' Alice idly thought, 'at least she wasn't a Slytherin at Hogwarts.' Merlin knows what type of influences she would have picked up from there.
It's not that her mother was incredibly snobbish at stuck-up, but she seemed to not pay much attention to her. At this, Alice wryly laughed. 'You just sound more and more selfish by the day, you know.'
"Alice!"[/color]
She whipped round at the sound of her name and smiled. It seems they had come after all.[/quote]
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the ribbon on my wrist says
[/b]do not open before christmas[/size]
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