Post by Alexandria Fell on Mar 1, 2013 22:35:52 GMT
meet Alexandria Fell
According to you, I'm stupid, I'm useless,
I can't do anything right.
name/alias, abi
age, 17
rp experience, a few years
BACK TO BASICS !
full name, Alexandria 'Alex' Morgan Fell
age, 16 years old
gender, female
sexuality, bisexual
job, student
grade, sophomore
pets, a cat named Charlotte and a little bunny named Disney – yes Disney.
FIRST IMPRESSIONS !
appearance, Alex has incredibly light blond hair. It almost reaches her waist, and does reach her waist when it's straightened. Usually her hair is in messy waves, and just flipped back away from her face. A lot of the times it's because she's often swimming. Her eyes are large and innocent, described by others as doe eyes. The colour is a very clear green. She has been told her eyes are very expressive. Alex has very pale skin and a soft complexion.
For her age, Alex is very short, standing at 5 feet 2 inches, and she weighs very little. In fact she usually fits into extra small. Which is starting to get a little unhealthy. She's got very slim wrists and a soft face structure. Her collarbones often seem to show through her skin as do her ribs. She has an dancers body she has been told. Both of Alex's ears are pierced but she rarely wears earrings.
clothing style, She has a very girly style, usually seen in dresses and heels or skirts and pumps. When it's cold she'll wear jeans, sometimes ripped jeans, but mostly just normal jeans. She often wears soft pastel colours, but mixed with bright make-up. A lot of the time she'll wear her favourite baby blue sweater.
celeb PB, dove cameron
SOMETHING DEEP INSIDE !
personality, if there is one thing Alex is, it's curious. She's often asking her father random questions and usually just being a nuisance. Alex is secretive about her own life, she doesn't like answering questions. She's got the mind set of a journalist, but the goals of becoming a police officer.
She can be very sweet, but like all people she has her moody moments. She is still very child like and often clings to her father. Alex has a very outgoing personality and is polite to those she meets. Her father taught her to always be polite.
She generally will go above and beyond for the people she loves. She can be a little too loyal. She is most loyal to her father over all people. She would do anything for him and was teased for being a daddy's girl when she was growing up.
Alex eats very little. She doesn't really get that hungry. She really enjoys PE often finding it her favourite subject. She's pretty cool and collected, and often meditates. She's easily distracted but she does learn.
Alex struggles with spelling and has mild dyslexia, people automatically think she's dumb, because she's blond. People tend to underestimate her smarts. Like her daddy, she is very courageous. She likes to throw herself into danger and can be a little stupid. She tends to be very outgoing due to her courageous nature.
strengths & weaknesses, despite her size she can defend herself, she's a kind person and often smiling, however she's easily bored and struggles a little with her work. She gets jealous pretty easily.
likes & dislikes, likes: swimming, yoga, romance, her father, rebelling, small time acting, quiet, thrillers, rom-coms, acting and dancing, cats, ballet, open land, converses, high heels, authorities,
Dislikes: her younger sister, cars, nightmares, crying, spelling, lullabies, toothache, broken limbs, gore, horrors, singing, falling, failing, dogs, bitchy people, the dark, mice, indecisiveness, frauds,
dreams & fears, Alex's main dream is to be an Olympic swimmer. Or a famous dancer. Her main passions are swimming and dancing. It keeps her slim and healthy.
However, she wants to be like her father and join the police force as well, but that is very unlikely to happen due to her fear of cars.
She fears cars and moving vehicles. She has a fear of dogs. She fears breaking her leg.
THE PAST MAKES YOU !
history, Alexandria is the oldest child born to Dove Marie and ---- ---- Fell. She was born in the dead of night in January, precisely on the 28th at 17 minutes past 12am. Her father was glad to have a baby girl but he would have preferred a little boy. This didn't mean he loved her any less. In fact he doted on her.
She was his little baby.
She grew up happy and when she was 3 her baby sister was born. Alex was a jealous little toddler and couldn't stand that her sister was taking up a lot of her father and mothers time, so from a young age the girls didn't get along.
When she was 5, her mother was taking her to her first dance practise and the two were on their way back, when a lorry overturned and hit the side of the car, the drivers side, instantly killing her mother.
Life was weird after that. Her father seemed to disconnect from his daughters, mostly because of the resemblance they held to their dead mother, still he took Alex to her dance lessons and her sister to her music lessons. That was another thing Alex was jealous of, like their mother, her sister could play the piano. Little did she know that her fathers mentality was cracking and just under 6 months later, Alex walked in on her father crying and begging with 'god' for his dear wife to come back, since he didn't know how to cope. The only thing Alex knew to do was to run in and hug him.
Two years later, her father had allowed her to go to the private boarding school and while he was sad to see her go, she would always return for holidays and he had ---- Crowe now. They had been dating (on and off) for pretty much 1 and a half years and she had been a great influence on him, and a very needed female figure when puberty hit Alex since her father really didn't have a clue.
She was in 8th Grade and already had a love of swimming and dancing. On week days she would dance and the weekends were dedicated to swimming. She wanted to be like her dad and soon to be step mother as police officers but she was too fearful of cars to ever be able to do it.
When she was 15, her father proposed and so for one weekend, Alex returned home to celebrate the addition of ---- into their life, however, it was merely making it official, as Alex already adored her to be step mother. She was also 15 when she first kissed a boy, it wasn't what she had expected, but it didn't put her off romance.
Now aged 16, she is a sophomore and waiting to be a bridesmaid for her soon to be stepmother, she was extremely pleased when ---- asked her to be a bridesmaid, and was far more excited when she was told she'd get to help pick out the bridesmaid dress.
family,
'step'-mother ---- ---- Crowe
(robin tunney)
father ---- ---- Fell
(simon baker)
younger sister ---- ---- Fell
(sierra mccormick)
The Fell family aren't all that conventional. It's her father and her sister, but her mother (Dove Marie) died in a car, Alex was only 5 years old and when her sister was 2. When she was 11, her father met ---- Crowe, and they fell in love which her father believed to be impossible for him, her father is now engaged to ---- Crowe and they are due to get married later in the year.
SHOW US WHAT YOU'RE MADE OF !
rp sample,
Blake watched as the woman... And horse grew closer. He began pacing quickly towards the two. When he was close enough he saw her grip on the horses side loosen, it was then he broke into a run. Though only maybe 10-15 feet away, he wasn't quick enough to catch her. Blakely wished that he could have run faster, caught the young woman in some romantic move. He knelt down beside her.
The horse nudged him. He wasn't sure if it were a warning to stay away from his - or her - rider. He held his hands up to the horse, before rolling the young woman over, till she was on her side. His heart skipped a beat. From afar she had been beautiful, but from up close... she was stunning, even ill and covered in dirt, she was still gorgeous. An Irish beauty if ever there was one. Blakely took one look at her dress, and sighed. She was above him. Probably a lady of one of the Irish Settlements.
He pursed his lips, for a moment. Thinking about what he could do. All his stuff was back home. He couldn't heal her here. He'd even left his wand at home. How stupid of him. He looked from her face, to the horse. He stood and stepped cautiously towards the animal. "Hello... Handsome Horse?" he started, he didn't often find himself talking to strange horses. "Is it okay that I ride you?" he asked though he never got an answer - horses couldn't talk of course, he was just being silly.
So he knelt back and he ran his hand along the girls cheek. "I bet you have a very beautiful name" he whispered to her. "To match your looks" if she had been awake he would not have dared say something like that. He hooked his arm under her arms, and the other under her legs, before carefully lifting her back onto her horse. He waited for a moment before jumping up himself. He wasn't sure what to expect. He didn't know whether the horse would rear up or not, but the horse stayed still. Sighing in relief, he reached past the unconscious girl and grabbed at the reins.
"C'mon boy... Girl... Whichever" he muttered to the horse as he dug his heels gently into the horses side willing the strange horse to move on. When the horse did move he had to restrain himself from leaping for joy. "You know what horsey, I've probably got some oats or a carrot that you can feed on after I have helped your rider here" he bribed the horse.
He ended up trotting back, he would have gone faster, but didn't want to injure the poor woman any more by jostling any wound she may have. At last they were back at Blakely and Brandon's very humble abode. He jumped off the horse, and slowly pulled the young woman into his arms. He was suddenly glad for his uncle making him 'work out' and train, because despite his weak looks, he could carry her just fine, it probably helped she didn't weigh that much, or at least it didn't feel like she did.
He gently placed her on one of the spare beds Brandon had brought cheaply for patients. Nothing they owned was expensive. He quickly tied her horse to an old fence, before jogging back indoors. Walking back to the rather ruined potion, he picked up the forgotten wand and a bucket. He cast the spell for water, a couple of times till his bucket was nearly full. He carried it back to her, and picked up an clean rag from the work surface. He dipped the rag into the water, and gently cleaned off her face, he couldn't see any abrasions on her forehead, so he assumed the damage was either in her skull or underneath the lustrous locks of brown hair she had.
He gingerly placed his hands around the back of her head, feeling for bumps and or blood. He hoped he wouldn't find the latter. He could feel a rather large bump, which he knew was going to be a painful bruise... Unless he could heal it. He probably could. He'd been training for quite a while and was competent in most spells. It was some of the harder potions he struggled with, luckily his uncle always made bulk loads of potions. He needed to wake her up before he even thought about giving her a potion. He had never tried to make an unconscious person swallow, and he didn't want to start now. Plus he was wondering what colour her eyes were. Blue? Like his. Green? Brown? Some weird yet wonderful mix?
He turned around and flicked through the hand written book, till he came to, C: Concussion. He read the symptoms and was pretty sure she had been nauseous. "Wel cene hole" he cast, his wand resting lightly on her forehead. He sat back, a little drained. Those spells were harder to cast since they were in the old language, and sometimes he failed. He stood, and walked over to the potions cupboard. He picked out a pain relief potion and an bruise-be-gone. To make sure the bruise was gone. Since he had hopefully healed what he thought was a concussion. His uncle was often 100% right in diagnosis where as, Blakely sometimes... failed. He sat back down and watched her patiently. Waiting for her eyes to flutter open. He pulled the slightly coarse blanket up over her to make sure she was warm.
He fiddled with the bottles in his hands, starting to get a little nervous. What if she thought he was some Clotpole with big ears? Yes.. Clotpole was a insult he loved to use, mostly because people never knew what he meant. Often he didn't. In fact the meaning changed regularly.
The horse nudged him. He wasn't sure if it were a warning to stay away from his - or her - rider. He held his hands up to the horse, before rolling the young woman over, till she was on her side. His heart skipped a beat. From afar she had been beautiful, but from up close... she was stunning, even ill and covered in dirt, she was still gorgeous. An Irish beauty if ever there was one. Blakely took one look at her dress, and sighed. She was above him. Probably a lady of one of the Irish Settlements.
He pursed his lips, for a moment. Thinking about what he could do. All his stuff was back home. He couldn't heal her here. He'd even left his wand at home. How stupid of him. He looked from her face, to the horse. He stood and stepped cautiously towards the animal. "Hello... Handsome Horse?" he started, he didn't often find himself talking to strange horses. "Is it okay that I ride you?" he asked though he never got an answer - horses couldn't talk of course, he was just being silly.
So he knelt back and he ran his hand along the girls cheek. "I bet you have a very beautiful name" he whispered to her. "To match your looks" if she had been awake he would not have dared say something like that. He hooked his arm under her arms, and the other under her legs, before carefully lifting her back onto her horse. He waited for a moment before jumping up himself. He wasn't sure what to expect. He didn't know whether the horse would rear up or not, but the horse stayed still. Sighing in relief, he reached past the unconscious girl and grabbed at the reins.
"C'mon boy... Girl... Whichever" he muttered to the horse as he dug his heels gently into the horses side willing the strange horse to move on. When the horse did move he had to restrain himself from leaping for joy. "You know what horsey, I've probably got some oats or a carrot that you can feed on after I have helped your rider here" he bribed the horse.
He ended up trotting back, he would have gone faster, but didn't want to injure the poor woman any more by jostling any wound she may have. At last they were back at Blakely and Brandon's very humble abode. He jumped off the horse, and slowly pulled the young woman into his arms. He was suddenly glad for his uncle making him 'work out' and train, because despite his weak looks, he could carry her just fine, it probably helped she didn't weigh that much, or at least it didn't feel like she did.
He gently placed her on one of the spare beds Brandon had brought cheaply for patients. Nothing they owned was expensive. He quickly tied her horse to an old fence, before jogging back indoors. Walking back to the rather ruined potion, he picked up the forgotten wand and a bucket. He cast the spell for water, a couple of times till his bucket was nearly full. He carried it back to her, and picked up an clean rag from the work surface. He dipped the rag into the water, and gently cleaned off her face, he couldn't see any abrasions on her forehead, so he assumed the damage was either in her skull or underneath the lustrous locks of brown hair she had.
He gingerly placed his hands around the back of her head, feeling for bumps and or blood. He hoped he wouldn't find the latter. He could feel a rather large bump, which he knew was going to be a painful bruise... Unless he could heal it. He probably could. He'd been training for quite a while and was competent in most spells. It was some of the harder potions he struggled with, luckily his uncle always made bulk loads of potions. He needed to wake her up before he even thought about giving her a potion. He had never tried to make an unconscious person swallow, and he didn't want to start now. Plus he was wondering what colour her eyes were. Blue? Like his. Green? Brown? Some weird yet wonderful mix?
He turned around and flicked through the hand written book, till he came to, C: Concussion. He read the symptoms and was pretty sure she had been nauseous. "Wel cene hole" he cast, his wand resting lightly on her forehead. He sat back, a little drained. Those spells were harder to cast since they were in the old language, and sometimes he failed. He stood, and walked over to the potions cupboard. He picked out a pain relief potion and an bruise-be-gone. To make sure the bruise was gone. Since he had hopefully healed what he thought was a concussion. His uncle was often 100% right in diagnosis where as, Blakely sometimes... failed. He sat back down and watched her patiently. Waiting for her eyes to flutter open. He pulled the slightly coarse blanket up over her to make sure she was warm.
He fiddled with the bottles in his hands, starting to get a little nervous. What if she thought he was some Clotpole with big ears? Yes.. Clotpole was a insult he loved to use, mostly because people never knew what he meant. Often he didn't. In fact the meaning changed regularly.
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