Post by lil on Jun 4, 2011 23:24:33 GMT -5
ALYSON RITA HAYNES
FULL NAME: Alyson Rita Haynes
NICK NAME: Al, Ri, Rita
AGE: Twenty Three
GRADE OR OCCUPATION: Dance teacher at Classic Academy
ORIENTATION: Straight
FACE CLAIM: Zoe Saldana
EYE COLOR: Brown
HAIR COLOR: Black
HEIGHT AND WEIGHT: 5'7" 128
DESCRIPTION: Al stands around five seven with a medium build, basically the build you would see on a dancer. She has a longer torso then legs so that makes her look a bit taller then what she really is. Her long black hair is usually either in a loose braid, or left in a messy pony tail. She rarely likes it down, except if she's seriously feeling lazy. Most of the time some sort of baseball cap or trucker hat is on her head. As for wardrobe, she mainly wears jeans, she hates dresses or skirts of any kind. Al's main wardrobe consists of jeans, baggy shirts, over-sized hoodies and her favorite black converse shoes. Basically the typical tomboy.
PERSONALITY: Al, she likes to be called Al, not Alyson or Ally. Plain and simple Al. How do you describe her. She's a major tomboy, grew up, I suppose you could say, on the wrong side of the tracks so to speak. She's blunt, so don't take offense if she just blurts out what she thinks. She's a "I can take care of myself" kinda girl, so she doesn't take kindly to those men who feel they need to be chivalrous and help out a damsel in distress. She's street smart and has the attitude to prove it as well. Al's not the richest girl on the block, but she knows how to get what she wants. As she's a skilled pickpocket and thief. Though, with her current position as a teacher she rarely uses those skills. Not to say she won't occasionally snatch a dollar or two. Just to keep her skills home. She's not everyone's cuppa tea, but get to know her and you'll see a caring young woman. Who can be slightly motherly at times. Though it is a bit rare.
HOMETOWN: Bronx, New York
FAMILY MEMBERS:
* Daliha Haynes - Mother (Deceased)
* Benjamin Haynes- Father
HISTORY: Al was born and raised deep in the heart of the Bronx, New York. She lived a very, and I mean very modest life in a one bedroom apartment in a fourth floor walk up. Unfortunately, Daliha died when the child was seven months old. Life was simple for the Al. With a working father who found more time to be outside of the home then in, Al learned early on how to take care of herself.
With no mother around, Al easily became a rough and tumble tomboy. Sporting her trademark jeans and trucker hats. At the age of sixteen Al had turned more into a street wise then anyone ever thought. With the skills to match. A skilled thief and pickpocket, Al made her own way. Until the day she received a letter.
Apparently there was a reason she was so street smart. How she seemed to know how to stay out of trouble and just how to slip a wallet out of a pocket.
Leaving her father for school really wasn't that hard for the teen. Al and her father have next to no relationship. Her school years were better then the ones at home. She made friends, a few friends actually. And in her adult years she stayed on. Becoming the dance instructor at the Academy.
DISNEY CHARACTER: Rita, Oliver and Company
ABILITIES/ATTRIBUTES: Can shift into a mixed breed afgan dog.
DESCRIPTION:
Rita's spirit has been awaken for a good two years now. And just like her counter part, Al is completely streetwise. She has the pickpocketing skills of a pro. As heard in the song "Streets of Gold" Al has a pretty good singing voice and knows her way around a dance floor.
Her counterpart is the only female in a group of guys, and knows how to handle her own. She's a girl, but she's tough girl and won't take to any unwanted flirtations from certain people. If she doesn't like it, she'll tell you straight up. Al's a bit sarcastic, that can board line on rude sometimes. But really, she's a caring person who does find ways to put a bit of care (Albeit sarcastically ) Into her advice.
Also like from the movie, Rita is a bit overprotective of certain younger members of her group. She's a bit motherly in that aspect of her life.
YOUR NAME: Lil
YOUR AGE: 23
YOUR RP EXPERIENCE: 3 years. But writing for 7
YOUR SAMPLE:
An oddly bright day, Ariel thought to herself as she squinted up at the perfectly blue sky that was completely void of all but the faintest wisps of clouds. Well, it was good sketching weather that was for certain, great light and such. She slipped on of her many charcoal pencils behind her ear and adjust herself to fully face the newly formed strawberry vine she was currently sketching. Her knees screamed out in protest at the sudden change in position and Ariel couldn't help but let out a relieved sigh as she stretched her legs in front of her, her toes trying to wiggle from from the confines of the flats she was currently wearing.
Ariel smiled to herself as she scanned the surrounding area. It would seem she had the fields to herself for the moment, besides the occasional rustling and distant shouts from varies campers. Well, even if it was only for the moment, the peace and quiet that surrounded her was welcoming to say the least. Ariel leaned back on the palms of her hands and stared up at the gently swaying vine, her ice blue eyes slightly distant as she did so. How simple life seemed for plants, for nature in general actually. She frowned as her eyes traveled down to the roots, and yet, nature was so fragile. All she had to do was yank this young vine up from it's roots and in a day or so it would wither and die. Mr. D would have her head if she even thought about killing one of his vines.
Ariel shuddered slightly at the thought and pushed it quickly from her mind as she reached up and slid the forgotten pencil from behind her ear and started once again on the sketch. It was well known at the camp, you only get on the violent side of Mr. D if you are tired of life and Ariel most certainly was not. At least not at this moment in time anyway. She gave a slightly annoyed toss of her head as one of her numerous long brown curls found it's way onto her face once again. Her eyes crinkled at the edges from concentration. Ariel was a rare breed indeed. At fourteen she was more serious and mature then most her age. She had not gone through so much that she needed to grow up more, but she did know that being slightly more serious then others gave her an upper hand on most.
Ariel sat back and studied the now finished sketch, cursing herself slightly as a small yawn escaped from her lips. Either it was the warm day or the lack of sleep, either way sitting here was not helping her lazy mood. She slowly stood up, stretching out as she did so. ”Much better” She said more to hear her own voice then anything else, the quiet was starting to get to her. Couldn't to much silence be bad for you? Ariel gave a small shrug and looked between the vine and her sketch. Not bad, perhaps a bit more shading here and there but overall not bad. She stood silently, taking in a moment to listen to the various noises that seemed to make a home at the camp. Hmm, more shouts then laughs, must be more people at the training ring then before. Well that was just fine with her. She had semi free reign of the camp when most of the campers were training. Plus it helped her avoid the Ares campers more then anything. Ariel looked down at her dress and proceeded to brush a few bits of dirt from her skirt. No clue why she had decided to wear a skirt today, one of those, on a whim things.
