Alesandese Silence

[Alesandese Silence]

General:

Name:
Alesandese Silence

Sexuality:
Bi

Gender:
Female

Class:
Day

Grade:
Sophomore

Age:
16

Likes:

• strawberries
  
• singing
  
• drawing
  
• cooking
  
• roses
  

Dislikes

• being sick
  
• medicine
  
• to much sun
  
• bright colors
  
• being yelled at
  

Description
Height:
5'5''

Eye Color:
Saphire blue

Hair Color:
Alesandese's hair is to her mid-back, very curly and black.

Weight:
127 lbs.

Other:
Alesandese usually wears a long sleeve black sweatshirt that's too big for her. It falls past her butt and an inch past her fingertips, and she wears tight black pants underneath it. Soemtimes she'll dress up in a skirt, but it isn't often.


Special:

Type:
Angel

Powers:

• She was born an indigo child, which gives her the power to communicate with the deceased and connect with others emotionally.
  
• can fly
  
• power of life
  
• can give good luck to one person

Indigo Children

Weapon:
n/a

Password:
Admin Blocked

Personality:
Alesandese is a very shy but very nice girl. She likes to help others but does it silently. She's embarassed by her thick german accent so she doesn't speak often. She gets embarassed easily and any sexual advances made on her makes her heart race and her face heat up. She's a very mysterious and adventurous person, her curiosity getting the best of her at times. She's not one to start a conversation, and communicating well is hard for her. She feels very awkward most of the time, and doesn't really fit in anywhere. She's a very innocent person, though at times she might not seem it.

Being very curious she often let's it get the best of her, usually resulting in trouble. Most of the trouble she get's inot is a result in not understanding the hidden meaning in people's words, or chasing her cat around the school. Alesandese get's scared easily and it's not that hard to make her cry. At times certain realizations will hit her without warning, such as being home sick or having a crush, and it will send her into a temporary state of shock. Not being very social, she tries to get to and from class as quickly as possible to avoid confrontation with other students. Though she isn't satisfied with how shy she is, she often feels lonely and alone.


History:
Alesandese was born in a small town in Germany. Her mother and father were both pure angels, but had slightly different hopes for the little tot. Her father wanted her to stay a pure young lady, marry young and raise a family. Her mother wanted her to be an independant woman capable of making her own decisions. Arguments soon broke out about her future and what would become of her. The couple's relationship stayed strained for a few years until Alesandese was fully capable of flying.

Though her father ealized he was wrong to try and force such old customs on her, he still did not fully agree with her mother. The two split up. A few years went by and after a brutal custody battle her father took her away to Japan. Alesandese never got a good explination about why she moved from her mother but she never really questioned her father, not wanting to upset him. She lived quietly in a small house, her father having to work all day. She lived in relative lonliness for a few years, until her father came home on her thirteenth birthday. He was happier than usual and swept the tiny girl into his arms.

He explained to her that she was to be enrolled into Petalite Academy. Alesandese didn't fully understand what this meant but went along with it to make her father happy. Since then she's been attending the school, silent and living in relative solitude. She's been invisable to most students and isn't very...outgoing. She hasn't made many friends, if any at all.


Other?:
She has a grey kitten named Bells

RP Sample [/b]

We're All Mad Here.....

Raoul, I've been there -
to his world of
unending night . . .
To a world where
the daylight dissolves
into darkness . . .
darkness . . .[/center]

A gentle whisper, a sweet soft voice. Tick tock goes the clock. Tick. Tick. Tick. Arabella sighed. Boredom was the cause of insanity...or maybe insanity wasn't true. Maybe those self-proclaimed "sane" people were really insane, and everyone locked up here was normal. Maybe.....maybe. Arabella would never have guessed how many people were sentenced to this hell, but there were a lot. She tapped her white mask lightly, her nail making a dull tap on the plastic scrap. She was wandering the hallways of the asylum, telling passing nurses she was visiting her mother.

Her mother? Yea right. Her mother would never end up here. Or would she? Pondering such questions did nothing but waste the girl's time. She was here for a reason. Rumors that the Joker was confined here were floating around her school, and she wanted to see if she could find out if they were true. Probably not seeing as there was such a tight hold on security here. Nonetheless she had been bored and needed away from her house. She was beginning to go insane herself. Confined in such a space like her home, caged like a bird with clipped wings.

But his voice
filled my spirit
with a strange, sweet sound . . .
In that night
there was music
in my mind . . .

People were staring. Men, women, doctors, patients, nurses. Everyone. It was unnerving. Arabella pressed on, wandering aimlessly around the sick home. Everything sharp and possibly dangerous had been taken from her, including her high heels. She padded around barefoot as she had insisted, rather than walking around in hospital shoes like they had wanted her to. Her fishnet thigh highs pressed into the soles of her feet, painfully stinging as they cut into the flesh. She didn't seem to care though.

And through music
my soul began
to soar!
And I heard
as I'd never
heard before . . .

She looked around and paused, her dark gaze transfixed by something. Solitary confinement. Her big brown eyes looked around before she quietly slipped into the door, ever so quiet. Licking her lips nervously she padded softly down the hallway. Looking left and right, patients maddened in their own silence. Screaming just to hear some form of noise, trying to keep themselves from going truly insane. She hid behind a corner as a nurse walked by, dodged walking doctors and patients heading to therapy. IT was depressing to see so many broken souls wandering the desolate corridors.

Biting her lip she sighed softly. An eerie tune was winding in her head, her fingers itched for paper and a pencil. She would just have to remember the notes for when she returned home. Another broken tune for her piano. Inspired by lunatics. How appropriate. She slipped back into the hallway, quickly walking down the hallway in search of an exit. She could hear their cries. Shaking she stopped, seeing someone....oddly familiar. Approaching the silent cell she peered in and her eyes widened. It was the Joker. Thinking her timing appropriate she sang out softly.

Yet in his eyes
all the sadness
of the world . . .
Those pleading eyes,
that both threaten
and adore . . .

[{ROCK}:out:{LOUD}]

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