Post by Grae Winter Alexou on Oct 30, 2011 23:07:29 GMT -5
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[/center]Hey! I go by Heaver. I am nineteen (i’m an oldy XD) and I'm loving it. I have been roleplaying for 7 Years off and on (Humans not so much) and I don't plan on stopping any time soon. I have no other characters on this site and I think they're pretty amazing! If you want to contact me you can by Heaver21@ymail.com.
Name: Grae Winter Alexou
Nickname: Pudden, Crayola, Play-Do (Her dad)
Age: sixteen
Gender: Female
Sexuality: straight
Playby: Brittany Snow (I’ve checked and I haven’t found that she was in use but if she is just let me know and I shall change)
Member Group: Human-Junior
Appearance: Grae has blond curly hair that falls about mid shoulder blade and depending on her mood depends on how she as it parts. Her skin is pale but it never comes off as pasty just more of creamy complexion. Her bright blue eyes do not hold an icey edge instead they always hold a friendly warm twinkle which is normally accompanied by a smile though she doesn’t like her pale rose colored lips. Surprising to most she has ‘Unus Amor’ tattoed on her right side along with a large giraffe thats neck wraps around her body. She stands at about 5’4 and weighs in around 115 pounds and a good bit of it is nicely toned muscle from running up and down the basketball court.
Personality: Confidence is something Grae is never short of, no matter where you place her she will radiate and of course have a pretty little smile on her face. Grae sometimes comes off as a little cold merely because she likes to think that she is always right and will argue until she is blue in the face. She would rather run around and practice rather than run around and socialize with people. She can be a tad dangerous whenever it comes to parties though, she doesn’t know when to stop and how far is too far which sometimes results in tattoos .
Grae is a tad too competitive whenever it comes to sports and during the game her personality changes if you are in her way she will flat out run you over without a second thought. Honestly she can be quite the skitch though, she is not afraid to call someone out on something and sometimes she lets her anger get the better of her and more often then not she will say some words that she will regret. Grae will immediately apologize though and try to fix the wounds that she caused, well most of the time.
Likes:
Basketball
Exercising
Winter
Dr. Pepper
Giraffes
Energy Drinks
Dislikes:
Pop Music
Powerade
Gambling
Almonds
Broccoli (Eww)
School
Mother: Loretta Alexou, 40, Lawyer
Father: William Alexou, 42, Gambling addict in recovery
Siblings: Kristina Marie Alexou, 22, Bartender
Pets: Not yet
History: Grae was the youngest daughter born to the lawyer couple who were at the top of the game. LIfe was an easy start for Grae she was spoiled by her family and she was rarely told no. At the age of four she discovered the game of basketball and immediately fell in love with even though she was young her parents noticed how competitive she was even playing her older sister as often as she could. After being sent off to numerous basketball camps it became very apparent that she would have a bright future in basketball. Nothing really eventful happened her elementary years but in middle school she officially got to play basketball for a school and she succeeded very well, though she struggled with her grades, not that she isn’t smart enough she just didn’t care about school and kept her grades just good enough so she could play. Her 8th grade year her family ran into some financial trouble and after digging it became apparent that her father had a gambling issue.
After almost loosing their house her father decided to go to rehab, which put additional strain on the family. Freshman year Grae went to her first high school party and had her first drink which ended with her getting the large giraffe tattoo, though life at home was difficult her parents worked through it and decided to stay together. Life has seemed to calm down since her freshman year and she has become even more obsessed with basketball.
Code Word: nummies :)
Roleplay Post
Sophomore year, it was only her second year of high school and she already realized that she didn't care too much for the teachers or the drama. It all rambled on together so repetitive, day after day class after class the teachers attempting to drill the same thing over and over in her head and most of the time they were successfull, but there were those days she would rather be shooting hoops or sitting with her father on a piano bench attempting to keep up with his racing fingers, she wasn't quite as good as his father but soon she would be able to keep up with her as long as she kept practicing. Sighing she opened up the door that led to the hallways where of course her dreaded locker was. Many attempted to yell at he and grab her attention but she gave just a wave and kept on her way.
The day was over and classes have flown by blurring into one another none really stuck out as extraordinary though she did get a lower grade in math than she had expected. Studying has always been her strong suite and yet she had been distracted during her test letting her mind wander to her afternoon practice what she would do what she would work on for how long, and in the end her favorite sport seemed to be her undoing. Running into the locker room her excitement got the better of her, throwing her t-shirt off as quick as she could she changed bras and threw on a cut off t-shirt. Her pants came off just as quick and her lucky black tights covered her upper thighs keeping her muscles in check. Grabbing her shoes from a duffle bag she quickly jogged out to the middle court leaving both courts open beside her just in case someone else was going to come in and exercise themselves. A quick moment later she shoes were on a tied and she began a quick stretch before jogging up and down the court to get back in shape. Grae could feel her heart rate increase and her sweat began to form on her eye brows but she paid no mind ash she continued to listen to her feet pound on the ground.
Noticing how out of shape she was she protested against herself continuing on her warm up. Stopping mid court her breaths came rushed and sweat now was shown on her side and her gray bra was a shade darker form the sweat accumulation. Placing her hands above her head trying to prevent any cramps from coming she slowly walked over to the ball hopper every muscle in her body now was against her continuing to work out but she knew that she had to get better before the beginning of the season. Grabbing the top ball she turned walking to the free throw line she began shooting getting into her rhythm <i>Ball, shoot, swish, ball bouces back</i> it became easy letting her mind wander, muscles began to take over doing their job, she hardly noticed the door opening.
A little short but my first human post back :)
The day was over and classes have flown by blurring into one another none really stuck out as extraordinary though she did get a lower grade in math than she had expected. Studying has always been her strong suite and yet she had been distracted during her test letting her mind wander to her afternoon practice what she would do what she would work on for how long, and in the end her favorite sport seemed to be her undoing. Running into the locker room her excitement got the better of her, throwing her t-shirt off as quick as she could she changed bras and threw on a cut off t-shirt. Her pants came off just as quick and her lucky black tights covered her upper thighs keeping her muscles in check. Grabbing her shoes from a duffle bag she quickly jogged out to the middle court leaving both courts open beside her just in case someone else was going to come in and exercise themselves. A quick moment later she shoes were on a tied and she began a quick stretch before jogging up and down the court to get back in shape. Grae could feel her heart rate increase and her sweat began to form on her eye brows but she paid no mind ash she continued to listen to her feet pound on the ground.
Noticing how out of shape she was she protested against herself continuing on her warm up. Stopping mid court her breaths came rushed and sweat now was shown on her side and her gray bra was a shade darker form the sweat accumulation. Placing her hands above her head trying to prevent any cramps from coming she slowly walked over to the ball hopper every muscle in her body now was against her continuing to work out but she knew that she had to get better before the beginning of the season. Grabbing the top ball she turned walking to the free throw line she began shooting getting into her rhythm <i>Ball, shoot, swish, ball bouces back</i> it became easy letting her mind wander, muscles began to take over doing their job, she hardly noticed the door opening.
A little short but my first human post back :)
