Post by Alex Bennett on Mar 12, 2011 19:56:00 GMT -5
[/font]ALEXANDRIACLARICEBENNETT!?
[/center]Hey! I go by Shangri-La. I am twenty-two and I'm loving it. I have been roleplaying for a few years and I don't plan on stopping any time soon. I have this will be my first on this site and I think they're pretty amazing! If you want to contact me you can by send me a pm.
Name: Alexandria Clarice Bennett.
Nickname: She prefers to go by Alex, it's shorter and Alexandria is too girly for her taste.
Age: Alex is eighteen years old.
Gender: Female.
Sexuality: Heterosexual.
Member Group: Regular senior.
Appearance: Simple, laid back, and calm are three adventices commonly used when describing Alex's clothing. She is obsessed with headbands and sunglasses, and anything earth toned. When it comes to makeup, she never wears too much but never too little. The only time she dresses up is if she absolutely has too. Since she's been on the move since she was twelve, she doesn't have much but is thankful for what she does have. Her hair is long and black, that rests on her shoulders. Her eyes are a rich mahogany brown, but change to green in the springtime.
Personality: Alex is very laid back and tends to go with the motions. She isn't much of a rebel, and doesn't have a reason to be one anyway. When she disagrees with something, she usually lets it be unless it gets in her way. She is also very easy to befriend, and tends to be trusting unless given a reason to not trust.
Likes:
* Nature.
* The sound of thunderstorms.
* Old school muscle cars.
* Shorts and tank tops.
* Tennis shoes.
* Johnny Cash.
Dislikes:
* People who force their beliefs upon others.
* Not knowing what to do.
* The winter.
* Snobs.
* Not being able to express herself.
Mother: Clarice Bennett, 67, retired nurse.
Father: Shane Bennett, 65, retired police officer.
Siblings: Alex is an only child.
Pets: Jasmine, her African Grey parrot.
History: Alex Bennett was born in Johannesburg, South Africa. Her parents had been living there for several years, doing missionary work. Alex spent her first years with her parents before moving to the United States. She spent most of her elementary and middle school days in Texas, but never truly found the happiness that she felt in South Africa. Forever homesick, she hoped that Richmond High would be the cure to her distress.
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Roleplay Post
This discreet exchanged sparked the demon's interest, even though she knew better than to meddle in the business of the fae. But curiosity was her sweet down fall, and she could not resisting glancing over at the dark haired fairy. If she had ever encountered a fairy, she did not remember the experience. When the bartender was finished tending to the fairy, she got a hold of the bartender's attention. She felt a tugging feeling in her gut that told her she used to come here often, but the environment still felt strange to her. "I'll have...whatever you've got." She saw no point in wasting his time with her indecisive notions, so she left him to decide what to put in her cup.
Kylix thought about ways to approach the fae. She didn't exactly remember how she was supposed to behave when faced with a different supernatural being. There was something different about the way the fae's blood smelled, that much she knew. When the mysterious bartender slid her cup in her direction, she mustered up the courage to speak to the fae. Did she always used to be this timid when faced with the unknown? Kylix's anxiety left her feeling ashamed with herself, normally she was rather brash and cocky with her words and her reactions to things.
"I would hope that you might not take this in the wrong way, but what exactly are you? Your blood smells...different."
With her question out of the way, her eyes focused on the object that had been passed from the fae to the bartender. It must have been of some importance, if she had given it to him in such a secretive manner.
Kylix thought about ways to approach the fae. She didn't exactly remember how she was supposed to behave when faced with a different supernatural being. There was something different about the way the fae's blood smelled, that much she knew. When the mysterious bartender slid her cup in her direction, she mustered up the courage to speak to the fae. Did she always used to be this timid when faced with the unknown? Kylix's anxiety left her feeling ashamed with herself, normally she was rather brash and cocky with her words and her reactions to things.
"I would hope that you might not take this in the wrong way, but what exactly are you? Your blood smells...different."
With her question out of the way, her eyes focused on the object that had been passed from the fae to the bartender. It must have been of some importance, if she had given it to him in such a secretive manner.
