Post by Alicia Rivera on Sept 27, 2008 12:34:43 GMT -5
Alicia Nayia Rivera!
[/color][/b]"pictures may be worth a thousand words, but good gossip is worth a thousand points!"
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just one pretty little package !
[/color][/b]you know you can't help but love me.[/center]
full name •Alicia Nadia Rivera
i go by •Alica
nicknames •Leesh,
age • fifteen
birthdate • August 17,1993
heritage • Latia
hometown • Westchester
sexual orientation • staight
board rules• exclusive
Easton Academy Hand Book Rules•Tradition, Honor, Excellence.
member group • the pretty committe
the stars in my eyes burn bright !
[/color][/b]i think you'll remember this sweet face.[/center]
hair • Long brown locks of shiny curls.
eyes • big brown deer in headlights
height • 5'7
weight • 130
figure • a little curvy. but still quite skinny
distinguising features • her body is slamming.
face • heart shaped head, her eyes and lips are pretty large
style • all designer
there's monsters in my closet !
[/color][/b]nobody's perfect, but i'm sooo close.[/center]
likes • shopping, flirting, being beta, going to spas, the pretty committee, makeup, dark haired guys, westchester, swimwear, showing off her curves, being the center of attention, dancing.
dislikes • perverts, new schools, always being 2nd best, getting dirty, really long fingernails, foundation, when lipgloss gets in your mouth, people who freak out about their weight, running
fears • getting kicked out of tpc, being heartbroken.
goals • being an announcer, become alfa, keep dancing.
positive characteristics • mostly nice, funny,
negative characteristics • can't run, HUGE gossip, can be a bitch if you mess with her.
secrets • super jealous of massie, really wants a boyfriend
personality summary • She's a nice girl with bad influences. Gets way bitchy when she wants to, she will tell gossip the moment she hears it. She loves being apart of the pretty committe and loves having attention. She a funny girl and most people who she likes, like her.
let's pretend i don't know them !
[/color][/b]we've got this love-hate relationship.[/center]
mother • Nadia Rivera
mother's occupation • being a mom
father • Len Rivera
father's occupation • Lawyer
siblings • only child
pets • doesn't like animals
other important people • her friends
history • Born in Westchester, and lived there her whole live. A spoiled little girl grew up to be a spoiled young woman. She grew up using daddys credit cards, and going to private school. Her daddy always called her his 'exotic little beauty' which got to her head, and now she thinks she is pretty much better than everyone else. Her mom is hispanic, which is where she gets her beauty, her mom is as beautiful as she is. Alica and her mom are really close and are good friends. Alica and her dad are a little more distant because he works so much, but they still love each other.
i'm the person behind the mask !
[/color][/b]being other people is like a hobby for me.[/center]
name/alias • Sophie
time zone • eastern
contact • PM
role play sample•
Charlie Ross entered the school from the outside,cold,and numb.He hurt and words were floating around his head.He let out a sigh and miserably started to wards the main place he wanted.Almost needed to be.He pulled his cigarette case out of his pocket,not caring that he was inside.Not caring that it was bad for his health.He pulled one of the small slender white sticks out and placed it in his mouth as he walked.He placed the package back into his back pocket and slipped out his thing lighter and quickly lit his cigarette aflame.He made a sharp turn as he placed his lighter back into his back pocket next to his package of cigarettes.He walked down a hall as if he was in a hurry.When really he wasn't.Just mad.Well not mad,really.More like upset.And he had to fix it fast.Because if he didn't something could happen.Something that would remind anyone of his mother,if they knew his mother,that is.Ilia,his mother is quite the insane woman.And each day Charlie grew more and more insane like his mother.And perhaps,more and more sick in other such ways.He inhaled on his cigarette and pulled it out of his mouth to exhale.Inhale.Exhale.Inhale.Exhale.He continued to walk,his pace slowing,a cigarette was always one thing that could calm him down.But there were other things that calmed him down completely.That could keep his temper under control.That could make him forget it all.Forget his mother,who's in a mental institute.Forget his illness.Forget his fathers death.Forget everything.Halfway down the hall he turned again,and took the cigarette out of his mouth.He moved closer to the wall as he walked.He held the cigarette out to wards the wall and pushed it into the wall,continuing his slower,yet still somewhat fast pace walked on the Ground Floor.The ashes fell from cigarette to the floor,near the end of the hallway he threw the cigarette to the ground,and crunched it completely under his foot.Not caring if this was against school rules.Not caring about anyone watching him.Just not caring.He never really cared,anyhow.
He turned once more until he saw what he was looking for.Near he end of the hall he was standing in there was a door open with a bright light shining out.He walked to wards it at a hurried pace.His tight black skinny jeans making that swishy noise that jeans sometimes do,as he walked.His Vans clomping against the floor.His shirt,a plain old Escape the Fate band tee shirt.To tight to pull behind him at his brisk pace.But the zip up jacket over it,plain and black,he zipped up as far as he could as he walked.His hair today just black,and not done well.For he had just run his hands through it a few times.He had on his rectangular,black framed glasses,over his gray-blue eyes.He had been reading outside.Which was all he needed his glasses for.Reading.He ran his fingers through his hair just remembering that he had forgotten his book.He had been reading Romeo and Juliet when a few people had walked by pointing at him and laughing.Well,I guess few would be an understatement.It was more a group of people.Fifteen really.Mostly Slytherins.Some people just couldn't get along with him.Thinking him to be too girly.Which at times he could be.But it was just one of those many things he couldn't help.He sighed,stupid him,always forgetting things.He mentally scolded himself.Turning into the room he had been heading to wards.The bright light blinded him a bit,once he entered so he instantly backed out again,raising his hand over his head.The hallways were rather dark.And a bit chilly,honestly.He blinked a few times,and stepped back into the room,blinking some more.
Once his eyes had finally adjusted to the light he walked across the room,ignoring all the looks from people around him.There actually weren't that many people.A girl near the fire place.And a boy near the bookshelf.'Welcome to the Main Common Room.' Charlie thought to himself.Nobody was ever really in there and everything always seemed so dead.Which was one of the main reasons he loved it so much.The other reason was the piano in the far corner of the room.It was dusty,and nobody ever used it.Nobody except Charlie.Or at least he though so.He sat down on the bench in front of the piano once he had reached it.He ran his hands threw his hair one more time,tugging on it a bit before letting it fall back down around his pale face.He placed his hands on the piano,and stared at his fingers for a few minutes.His hands had been tattoo'd to look like skeleton hands.He had drawn it and everything and had a friend tattoo it there.After a few minutes had passed he looked up and stared at the paper in front of him.It had all the songs he knew how to play.Some he had even memorized.It was already on the page he needed.The book was his.He had just left it here.He let out a long puff of air.Finally he started to play and sing the song on the page.It's Not Over by Secondhand Serenade.
He turned once more until he saw what he was looking for.Near he end of the hall he was standing in there was a door open with a bright light shining out.He walked to wards it at a hurried pace.His tight black skinny jeans making that swishy noise that jeans sometimes do,as he walked.His Vans clomping against the floor.His shirt,a plain old Escape the Fate band tee shirt.To tight to pull behind him at his brisk pace.But the zip up jacket over it,plain and black,he zipped up as far as he could as he walked.His hair today just black,and not done well.For he had just run his hands through it a few times.He had on his rectangular,black framed glasses,over his gray-blue eyes.He had been reading outside.Which was all he needed his glasses for.Reading.He ran his fingers through his hair just remembering that he had forgotten his book.He had been reading Romeo and Juliet when a few people had walked by pointing at him and laughing.Well,I guess few would be an understatement.It was more a group of people.Fifteen really.Mostly Slytherins.Some people just couldn't get along with him.Thinking him to be too girly.Which at times he could be.But it was just one of those many things he couldn't help.He sighed,stupid him,always forgetting things.He mentally scolded himself.Turning into the room he had been heading to wards.The bright light blinded him a bit,once he entered so he instantly backed out again,raising his hand over his head.The hallways were rather dark.And a bit chilly,honestly.He blinked a few times,and stepped back into the room,blinking some more.
Once his eyes had finally adjusted to the light he walked across the room,ignoring all the looks from people around him.There actually weren't that many people.A girl near the fire place.And a boy near the bookshelf.'Welcome to the Main Common Room.' Charlie thought to himself.Nobody was ever really in there and everything always seemed so dead.Which was one of the main reasons he loved it so much.The other reason was the piano in the far corner of the room.It was dusty,and nobody ever used it.Nobody except Charlie.Or at least he though so.He sat down on the bench in front of the piano once he had reached it.He ran his hands threw his hair one more time,tugging on it a bit before letting it fall back down around his pale face.He placed his hands on the piano,and stared at his fingers for a few minutes.His hands had been tattoo'd to look like skeleton hands.He had drawn it and everything and had a friend tattoo it there.After a few minutes had passed he looked up and stared at the paper in front of him.It had all the songs he knew how to play.Some he had even memorized.It was already on the page he needed.The book was his.He had just left it here.He let out a long puff of air.Finally he started to play and sing the song on the page.It's Not Over by Secondhand Serenade.
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