Post by + ali loiselle on Jul 22, 2009 14:25:17 GMT -6
Alison Joy Loiselle
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Face Claim: Brookelle Bones.
Full Name: Alison Joy Loiselle.
Nicknames: Ali, Joy.
Age: seventeen.
Gender: female.
Riding Level: intermediate.
Likes: riding horses, animals, boys, bright colors, parties, photography, drawing, stars, ocean, real people, nature, music, cellphone, rain, shopping, eyes, hot weather, drugs, alcohol, walking.
Dislikes: boring people, goody-to-shoes, cold weather, winter, eating, rap, stereotypes, judging others, closed spaces, most girls, pools, running, church, school.
Appearance: When people first see me, their first thought is 'she rides horse?!' It's kinda horrible how people automatically jump to conclusions just from the way I look. I am small though, only just reaching 5'4 and I look much skinner than I should. I almost always have eyeliner, mascara, and eyeshadow on even if I'm just going to the barn. I always seem to find myself dying parts of my hair colors such as purple, pink, green, and many others. My skin tone is always the same; pale, pale, pale. As much as I try to tan, I never get anywhere but a little burnt. My favorite things to where are band shits, very bright shirts, and tank tops; I love sticking out from everyone else. Most people see me with one headphone in an ear listening to my music; rock, punk, metal.
General Personality: I absolutely hate boring people and those who always fallow the rules. Why not break them and have some fun? I hate to say it, but I love drugs, specifically speed. That's not a bad thing, is it? I can be a straight up bitch to most females. I don't know why, but some of them are just so annoying. All they do is complain about the same thing over and over again! Though, I must admit some of them are pretty cool and down to Earth. Boys, oh boys. I can't say how much I love talking and being with guys. Whether they're friends or more than so, I can't help but flirt. It's just a habit that I can't break, and trust me, I've tried. As you should already know, I don't judge people for their looks as I'm constantly being judged. It's hard to get me mad, but once you do, it's even harder to control me. I tend to break things and say things I normally wouldn't.
History: I grew up about 100 miles East of Sacramento. I had a sister who was two years older than me. I was never jealous of anyone but her. She was the 'perfect child' as my father would say when he thought I wasn't around. Yet, she earned the title. She was respectful, a straight A student, and she was on the cheer team, which was hard at our school. None the less, she was an amazing horseback rider. My mother would take her to lessons three times a week and I would have to sit there and watch. I told her how I wanted to ride, but she said I'd get bored with it. My father soon ended up buying two horses when my sister was sixteen. Of course, I wasn't suppose to touch them or allowed to ride them. I begged and begged my sister to teach me until she finally agreed. I was fourteen and she taught be everything. She would take me riding at least every other day without our parents knowing. It seemed like we finally became best friends.
The worst of the worst happened only a year later. I was fifteen then and my sister seventeen. The phone rang and my mother answered it. I was sitting at the kitchen table as I heard her break out in tears and drop the phone. My sister had died in a car crash, her and three of her friends. I wasn't sure what to do. I automatically walked upstairs and went to my room and laid there and just cried . Everything after that time was a blur. My father sold the horses. My parents did talk much, if they did it was with yelling. I was almost never home. I was always out getting high. Weed, coke, speed; you name it I did it. Alcohol became a big part of my life as well. Sex, drugs, and alchole.
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Preferred Name: lindsey.
Role Play Experience: hm, I am generally role playing horses, but I've done humans in the past.
Other Characters: --
