Post by Buffy Alice Ayers on Apr 19, 2010 16:03:20 GMT -5
BUFFY ALICE AYERS
Danger will follow me now everywhere I go
angels will call on me and take me to my home
well this time i just wants to be at home
And i fall on my knees tell me how's the way to go
tell me how's the way to see
show me all that i could be.
Danger will follow me now everywhere I go
angels will call on me and take me to my home
well this time i just wants to be at home
And i fall on my knees tell me how's the way to go
tell me how's the way to see
show me all that i could be.
Age: 19, a week till I'm 20
Experience: 6+ years
How You Found Us: Advert on Plagued
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Nickname(s): Buffster, Alice
Gender: Female
Age: 28
Birthday: April 26
Sexuality: Hetero.
Teaches: Art and Wrestling Coach
Canon or OC: OC
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Eye Color: Blue
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 105 lbs
Clothing Style: She's rather odd in her manner of dressing. In art she is usually dressed in sundresses with large flowers on them. And then during wrestling she wears black tank tops and pleather black skinny pants.
Distinguishing Marks or Physical Traits: Her right eye does have a slight imperfection in the cornea from a knife fight. Another scar she has is four little marks in her left leg from a fork getting logged there as a result of a school bus accident. Has a Chinese symbol for integrity on her back shown below. Also she has a Tao symbol of patience on her ankle and a Celtic symbol on her waist.
Played by: Sarah Michelle Gellar
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Overall Personality:
Alice is a beautiful mess from too many years of abuse from life and a variety of men. She is stubborn to a fault, and to catch her apologizing is a rarity and should be appreciated as such. After everything she's been through, she tends to feel like an old soul, despite her young age. She doesn't tolerate stupid questions, but loves to give her own brand of flippant attitude. She is not above causing a bit of trouble and chaos.
She is rather intelligent. She can easily compute math problems in mere milliseconds. Her deduction powers make her a rival of a genius. Her mind can figure out how things work very quickly, usually without even looking inside. Her IQ is about 138, never having been able to break 140, because of her forgetfulness. This is a very sore spot for her.
She is a very flirty woman, but she doesn't get in bed with just anyone. She is a bit picky about the men she will get into bed with, but once she has spotted someone she wants, no ring will keep her from attaining her goal. She usually knows whether she wants to be with someone from two seconds of speech. If she isn't interested after that, you are unlikely to get her attention again. Despite her love of men, she doesn't enter into commitments. Ever.
As a result of her behavior with men, she doesn't make many friends of the girl variety. Or many friends in general, for that matter. Such things matter little to her, as attachments cause too many problems with her and just are generally not worth it.
She has her weird quirks, which includes her affinity for most animals, stemming from growing up with a variety of animals. This keeps her from being able to eat meat or wear animals.
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Father: Davis Ayers
Sibling(s): Kate Ayers
Pets: N/A
Other Family: N/A
Nationality: American
Hometown: Harlem.
Overall History:
Alice and Kate Ayers were born on a rainy Tuesday over 25 years ago as almost identical twins. However from early on, it was obvious that they were complete opposites. Kate was the oldest, by a few seconds and was always the more mature twin. Alice was always the one climbing up trees, breaking limbs, breaking other people's limbs. Generally, getting into all kinds of things she shouldn't. At age 10, she broke into her parent's liquor cabinet. At age 15, she started sneaking out of her house to be with various boys, one even being a teacher. That was when she began to spiral out of control, much to the devastation of her parents and sister.
Alice and Kate both graduated from high school. Kate went on to join the military, and Alice bumbled about, trying hard to live off her art work until she became a prime example of a starving artist. She finally came into money when she was commissioned to create a mural in the school board's head's living room. At the time, Brooklyn high was without an art teacher, and so he offered the job to her on the spot. She took it, being months behind in rent and credit card payments.
She also took up the job of the wrestling head coach. At first, she was not accepted by the students as the coach, but after a fight against a gang member in which she came out victorious, she began to get the respect she deserved. However, she has yet to open up to the other teachers, and trys to keep everyone at an arm's length.
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Code Word: -Admin Edit-
RP Sample:
Alice was pretty sure she had imagined the door opening. And she was completely sure she was imagining the man the stood at the door, and now held her tiny frame. There wasn't a chance in hell he was real. But he seemed so real. She nuzzled into his chest for a second, weakly moaning. He was warm. So warm. So nice. A few tears leaked from her eyes as she realized he wasn't a good dream. And that she wasn't going to die outside that damn door. She tried desperately to whisper to him, to say anything. She wasn't sure what to say, as she had no idea who this man was. But he was her savior, and she wanted to acknowledge that.
However, the only thing that came out was weak moaning. She felt ridiculous. She had been on her own for a while now, and had done a pretty good job of taking care of herself. But lately, she had gotten stupid, brazen. The vampire she had run into took advantage of that and left her barely breathing, if that truck of Rogues hadn't come along. Wait? Where were they? She remember them voting on if to leave her on the side of the road or take her with them. And then something about low supplies. She would've laughed if she could have. They had left her. The cowards. She began to fall further into unconsciousness. Her breathing was shallow and halted.
Alice grasped out for Scott as he asked questions, trying hard to keep her conscious and awake. She began to mumble softly, "Alice..." The rest was unintelligible. When he set her down and moved away for the doctors to take over, she tried feebly to fight them. She didn't trust them. They were so sterile, cold. She had never trusted doctors. The last one she had met tried to kill her. Granted she was no longer herself. Alice was delving further into her own head, getting lost in her own thoughts. She tried desperately to resurface, coughing loudly as her dry throat tried to make out simple words. Anything. She felt like she was burning. She was semi-aware of the blood loss, but didn't seem to really believe that giving up and succumbing to her injuries was an option. She fluttered between being consciousness and unconsciousness with a small cough every time.
She reached out to the man who had helped her, but he seemed so far away now. The doctors kept pushing her arm back to her side, and she defiantly kept sticking it out. She felt weak, but needed someone to hold her hand. To care for her. It had been so long since anyone had cared. Kate. Kate had always cared. Certain men had cared, but most men had proved to be too hard to please, and she didn't have the time for pleasing anyone but herself. But now, she desperately needed someone.
She looked at Scott, her eyes fluttering open and closed, her slender, blood crusted and dirty arm reaching out him. She would remember that face. She promised herself. Even if she died right now. She would remember that face. Her savior. Her friend.
However, the only thing that came out was weak moaning. She felt ridiculous. She had been on her own for a while now, and had done a pretty good job of taking care of herself. But lately, she had gotten stupid, brazen. The vampire she had run into took advantage of that and left her barely breathing, if that truck of Rogues hadn't come along. Wait? Where were they? She remember them voting on if to leave her on the side of the road or take her with them. And then something about low supplies. She would've laughed if she could have. They had left her. The cowards. She began to fall further into unconsciousness. Her breathing was shallow and halted.
Alice grasped out for Scott as he asked questions, trying hard to keep her conscious and awake. She began to mumble softly, "Alice..." The rest was unintelligible. When he set her down and moved away for the doctors to take over, she tried feebly to fight them. She didn't trust them. They were so sterile, cold. She had never trusted doctors. The last one she had met tried to kill her. Granted she was no longer herself. Alice was delving further into her own head, getting lost in her own thoughts. She tried desperately to resurface, coughing loudly as her dry throat tried to make out simple words. Anything. She felt like she was burning. She was semi-aware of the blood loss, but didn't seem to really believe that giving up and succumbing to her injuries was an option. She fluttered between being consciousness and unconsciousness with a small cough every time.
She reached out to the man who had helped her, but he seemed so far away now. The doctors kept pushing her arm back to her side, and she defiantly kept sticking it out. She felt weak, but needed someone to hold her hand. To care for her. It had been so long since anyone had cared. Kate. Kate had always cared. Certain men had cared, but most men had proved to be too hard to please, and she didn't have the time for pleasing anyone but herself. But now, she desperately needed someone.
She looked at Scott, her eyes fluttering open and closed, her slender, blood crusted and dirty arm reaching out him. She would remember that face. She promised herself. Even if she died right now. She would remember that face. Her savior. Her friend.
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