Post by Ali Pucey on Aug 1, 2009 21:04:43 GMT -5
Name: Pucey, Ann Alice
Nickname: Ali, call her that
Gender: female
Age: 16
House: Slytherin
Birth place: London
Current Location: Hoggy Hoggy Hogwarts
Sexuality: bi
H o u s e» Slytherin
Marital Status: single
Eye Color: They actually look like a green apple. Closer to the pupil they are a chocolaty brown but then turn into a rich green. As for make-up she wears a combination of eyeliner and mascara.
Hair: Ali has hair that goes past her shoulders but sometimes cuts it just above them. Ali has naturally black hair that is naturally straight but she waves it for variety. Her bangs sweep above her eyes.
Height: 5"6
Weight: 125
Interesting brands:
Besides her Hoggywarts uniform, Ali normally wears skinny jeans or short shorts. She stays away from the random color skeemed types but normally blue, black and gray. As for shirts she wears either tank tops or graphic tees. Not many people actually like there school uniform and say it takes away from there personality, but Ali really likes hers. Days off it isn't surprising for her to wear the Slyth tie or her Hogwarts blouse.
Likes:
awesome shoes, sweets, loud and exuberant people, intricate lyrics, the beach, not wearing a shirt, holding hands, oldies, listening, being flirted with, waking up early, people with really unique names, kids, modesty, haircuts, cartoons, video games, zip up hoodies, bright colors, friendship bracelets/soda bracelets/entrance bracelets/etc, keeping souvenirs, the small details.
Dislikes:
thinking about the past, brain freezes, being frustrated, being touched without consent, pain, cigarettes, alcohol, drugs, people who are very mean and have absolutely no merit at all, being told what to do, large crowds of people, post traumatic stress disorder, crying (anyone.), really idiotic jokes/comedy, general scrutiny, obvious hints, getting sick, failing.
Habits:
itching head, twisting hair, pencil flip
Strengths:
kick ass bassist, very good at absorbing what people are saying and his surroundings, deep thinking, awesome with video games, thinks before she speaks.
Weaknesses:
speaking up, easily distracted by her own thoughts, easily stressed.
Fears:
anything creeping in the dark, death, not meeting potental, being found out
Greatest Desires:
true love, be in the top band in the world
Secrets:
first kiss was in kindergarten, skipped the third grade, favorite class is Charms
P e r s o n a l i t y»
Okay so, Alli. she's one crazy mofo. She does whatever she wants whenever she wants, and doesn't care what you say. some people can find her quite frightening, as she's so straight-forward. She'll go up and just start jabbering at you. She's just friendly that's all. Never has she met a stranger, Well, not literally. as in, everyone she meets she becomes friends with, as she's just so likable. Everyone can be a idiot, yeah I centered it, and that includes Alli. If you make her mad, prepare to get clawed. She doesn't need much to get her started on a rant.
Alli suffers from chronic depression, though she suffers quietly. But, she figure's that there's not a reason for everyone to now, too, because she doesn't show what she does behind closed doors. So, Alli kind of fits into two categories, emo and musician, though musician is right for her. Alli is a cutter, and has been since she was twelve. But, that doesn't make her shy. She's very outgoing and loves playing her bass. She doesn't sing, she screams. Yeah, she's a screamer. You wouldn't expect this tiny little girl to be able to scream like bmth, but she can. it's a gift, you could say. And she is very devoted to her music.
One thing that is different about her personality is her over-working confidence. She's extremely confident, and would walk down a street of stick-thin models eating a cheeseburger, because yes, she likes to eat. And she doesn't let boys get in the way for things too. She doesn't really believe in love, because all her past relationships never worked out. so, she just figures that means no love for her, and she doesn't really care. Alli can be rather slutty though, but only when she wants someone's attention. She thinks that it doesn't hurt to lower your neckline and raise your hemline. She'll either dress to impress or just go talk to them. most of the time, it's both.
Mother: Marie, 37, alive
Father: Oliver, 37, alive
Siblings: none
Importants: Grandma Sofie
Pets: Finnly, cat
History:
It's not the most interesting of them all. she wasn't an abused kid, her parents didn't walk out of her life, she wasn't raped, she's just normal. her parents were in and out of her life, but that was filled up by her grandmother. Her Grandmother was in place when she was younger, and would always sing show tunes and dance around the house with Alli. Alli wanted to be just like her grandmother, and in ways she is. Alli is everywhere in Alli. Her looks, her talent, her spirit, everything. Alli was going to be a singer, and she was going to be a great one too. but then something bad happened.
When Alli was eleven, she had to have her tonsils taken out. The doctors somehow slipped up and cut one of her vocal chords. Now, she cannot sing at all like she used to be able to. But, she can scream, which is something she brings forth in her music. You've all heard of those screamo bands who make your parents worry about you, yeah, well, that's what Alli now sounds like. One wouldn't think the noises she can make can come out of such a tiny body, but she is a surprising gal. In addition to her screaming, Alli is an amazing bassist. She's been playing the bass since she was ten, so she should be. She isn't like a god on it and she does make mistakes, but Alli can always improve, and that's her motto. you're never perfect and you're never finished practicing, because you can always improve.
Alli's hero is her grandmother, as she was always there for her. when her Grandmother passed away, Alli was devastated. She was only twelve years old. she wouldn't move, she hardly ate, she was just so sad and depressed that her grandmother was gone. The one person who seemed to love her the most. Alli still suffers from the death, but she suffers quietly. she figures that no one has to know what she does when she gets home and is behind closed doors. And, if you've read her personality, you'll know that she doesn't really show how depressed she can be. If you looked at her, you'd think she was the happiest girl in the world. But, she's really not.
Powers: (No more than 4) (Charmed based characters only)
Good or evil: in-between
Your choice of a wand: 14", willow, unicorn hair
Player: Emma
Age: one billion years older then you
Random: i live in a boring state
Sample:
Coming to the pier was something Andie liked doing. She was always at peace in a way when she was here. All around her, little kids were running around with their parents trying to keep them in sight, couples holding hands, friends eating cotton candy. everything just seemed like it fit together. She smiled, as she walked around. Her iPod earbuds were in her ears, the volume turned all the way up.
Her steps matched the beat of the song. It was a song by The Tings Tings. She couldn't remember which one, and she didn't really feel like checking, but it was a good song. That's all that really mattered, right? Truthfully, just walking around was getting kind of boring. But she assumed all of her friends were busy, so she didn't even bother trying to contact them.
She walked past a food vendor, the smell of hot dogs and cotton candy filling her nose. She breathed in, smiling. Cotton candy didn't sound too bad, now that she thought of it. She pulled a few dollars out of her pocket, walking up to the vendor. "One pink cotton candy please." She handed the man behind the counter the money, taking the cotton candy and walking away before he could give her the change. She rarely took change when it would be lest than a dollar. That's just ridiculous.
She ripped off a piece of her cotton candy and popped it in her mouth. The song changed to something else. She listened to it for a second, trying to figure out what it was. She couldn't figure it out. Oh well. She sat on a bench, right by the ferris wheel, watching it slowly go round and around.
Her steps matched the beat of the song. It was a song by The Tings Tings. She couldn't remember which one, and she didn't really feel like checking, but it was a good song. That's all that really mattered, right? Truthfully, just walking around was getting kind of boring. But she assumed all of her friends were busy, so she didn't even bother trying to contact them.
She walked past a food vendor, the smell of hot dogs and cotton candy filling her nose. She breathed in, smiling. Cotton candy didn't sound too bad, now that she thought of it. She pulled a few dollars out of her pocket, walking up to the vendor. "One pink cotton candy please." She handed the man behind the counter the money, taking the cotton candy and walking away before he could give her the change. She rarely took change when it would be lest than a dollar. That's just ridiculous.
She ripped off a piece of her cotton candy and popped it in her mouth. The song changed to something else. She listened to it for a second, trying to figure out what it was. She couldn't figure it out. Oh well. She sat on a bench, right by the ferris wheel, watching it slowly go round and around.
