ALANNA LEE NIGHT

[Alanna Lee Night]

Alanna

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God, I feel like hell tonight
Tears of rage I cannot fight
I'd be the last to help you understand
Are you strong enough to be my man?


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(your details)

so hello there the name's KHRYSTIAN and i have been rocking it on this earth for SIXTEEN. i have been running with the vampires for ONE you might also know me as ALANNA LEE NIGHT. you can contact me at [e-mail].


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(the character)[/center]

full name:Alanna Lee Night
nicknames:Lanna
date of birth: 17th of December 1991
occupation: Unemployed
member group: Human
playby: Lauren Conrad
anything else: umm no not really!

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There's a face behind the mask we wear

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(the looks)[/center]

hair: Long blond hair, tainted with a light brown underneath. She usually wears it straight but sometimes when shes not being lazy she will have ringlet curls.
eyes: gray
metal and ink: nose ring and belly button ring
height and weight: 5'5 and weighs 145
distinguishing features: Her Grey eyes are quite something, at first glance you would think it to be a light fading blue only to realize you had made a mistake. Her eyes are the keys to her emotions, she shows everything there. Some say she is easy to read because she can not hid what she is feeling. Most of the time she just looks lost and lonely, like a hurt child sitting alone.
overall: Beauty is only skin deep, thats how she views the world. She has been told by many how beautiful she really is but she never pay attention. She loves clothes so her outfits are up to date in the worlds latest trends. She never has been the type who was weak until her adopted mother died. Now she just sits alone for most of the time. Sometimes she wonders if the world had forgotten about her. surely her friends had stopped calling and inviting her to hang out. Now they just ignore her completely.She is lost and hopeless at least thats what she told her ex when she broke up with him.

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And when you feel the wall cannot be burned

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(the quirks)[/center]

likes: Singing, dancing, reading, horses, swimming, soccer, dogs, shopping, acting,and being alone
dislikes: Scream-o, scary movies, spicy foods, little kids, lizards, swimming in the ocean, overly cold weather, overly hott weather, and conceited people
strengths: independent, smart, and a great singer
weaknesses: gets hurt easy, jealous, and is bad at spelling
fears: death, and spiders
personality: There was a time when I was careless and free. But that time is long gone and so is the girl, all that is left is this more quiet familiar stranger. When I happy, I was the one everyone looked up to. I was always the first to do something crazy, without fear. I jumped into the unknown, thats what my friends loved about me. It wasn't until my mom died, all my personality started to drain away.

Now I sit in my old room alone, darkness consumes everything around me. The only light its from a small desk lamp I use to read with.Most of my days I find myself shut up in my room. The only time I really venture out is to take care of my gelding tragic storm, I do some ground work with him then we get to jumping. Only in the hottest days I venture down to a small pool and take a quick dip. Or one th cols days when I need to be warmed up Ill do some soccer drills until I can feel the heat creeping up my body. I gave up caring what others think about me, so now I am just lost.

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You're gonna die to try what can't be done

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(the history)[/center]

parents: Krystal Night was her "mom"...she doesn't know who her real parents are
siblings: Has no clue
significant others: just her mom Krystal
history: They tell me I was abandon on the side of the rode. No one really knew where I came from, i was just there. Small and Innocent I lay in a box covered in blankets. Is how my Mom described me, as she retold a story I have herd so many times. Mamma was a kind woman she hand had the heart to turn away and leave me there all alone. She knew that I wouldn't last long and she said it broke her heart to see something so small all by its self. I remember wishing she would stop telling that story. She seemed so annoying at times she drove me crazy, on my 16th birth day I remember wishing to hear that story just once more as I watched her as she lay on her death bed. I felt a pang of regret, I wished I just listened to her talk a little bit longer, I wish I could have hugged her instead of rushing out that door that morning. The sad this was I never got to tell her good by, or say I love you, or even whisper I'm sorry to her. All I could see was her mangled body, what was left after that truck smashed into her.

If one little this was different she would have been spared, if she hadn't lingered over her breakfast instead of eating and leaving, if the trucker hadn't made that quick stop to get some food, or even if she never checked the mail. I would still have my loving mom, I walked out of the room just for a breather, it hurt to see her like that. I could feel the tears welling up, so long I have been able to control my tears but now I didn't care. I could feel the wet trickle down my face, Pushing my self I looked up for a bath room. I couldn't let her see me like this. I searched everywhere only to find a small blue sign hidden. Trying to suppress my sobs I rushed, slamming the door open I realized a woman was washing her hands. Her eyes met mine, giving me a uncertain smile and she walked out.

Why did I have to be so alone, my mom was all I have. All I wanted and now she was being riped from my grasp. Training on the cold water I just let it run, the sound help relax me. Bent over the double sink I stared blankly into the mirror, a stranger looked back at me. She had my eyes, my mouth, and my face but she wasn't me. Her make up was running down her cheek's and she looked scared. I had never been the scared type, till now. In fact the feeling was unknown to me, out of all my friends I was the daring one who feared nothing. Yet here I was scared and uncertain, taking one deep breath in I slowly pulled the lever on the paper towel dispenser. As soon as the brown paper came out, I let myself tear it out angrily, soaking it in water I washed the black smears off my face. Trowing the wad into the trash I headed back to her room. The door seemed cold, turning the nob I could feel something was wrong. The solid door opened much easier then I expected, as soon as it opened I found a nurse gathering up the equipment. She was dead, that is all I can remember. It seems like no matter how hard I try to forget about that part its always there.

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Gonna stay stay out but you don't care

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(the evidence)[/center]

roleplay sample:

&illusion

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&Do you know what I find funny? Posers, they claim to be something, but when it all comes down to it they are nothing but pathetic losers hopping to be something more. Perhaps they are tired of living the wast of life they lead, or maybe they just don't know how to be original. In the end they are just a copy... a replica of the real deal. Some of my favorite fakes are the ones who claim to be darker then dark, evil. They flaunt the word death around, hopping to give night mares to any but in reality they get laughed at and mocked. Darked gems scanned the terra hopping to find just one new toy, it had been ages since I have tasted the thick rust resting to the tip of my toung. To, to long, ever since I had been with the damn brute I had grown soft. Only to him, the rest of the world felt my fury, tasted my rage.

&Long graceful limbs covered the ground only leaving the rhythmic beats of my dark flints touching the soft earth. Sure it was a soft thudding noise compared to the hard stone sound of the cave I had been staying at. Letting out a snort, I couldn't help but to think of what the brute said to me. HE asked if I wanted him to end my life over some cliff, HA HA. Sure death is sweet, often I had found my self counting the ways to die. Each one a soft lullaby to my mind. Calming me, numbing me, harding the part the brute had softened. Long has tho seen you come and steel away some ones soul. I miss the sound of death, well its not really a sound. Its the dead silence that spreads over the land hopping the reaper will not appear for them but for some other wasted skin.

&Coffee colored maw smirked when my dark gems laid on the beast. The only sound now was the breathing of the liver chestnut monster. The cold nipped at my pelt but, I felt nothing. It was dead winter, sky was tainted by a cover of grey clouds. Blocking out the suns warm rays, I myself liked the way it was out side. Well time to meet my new friend. Gracefully starting down the hill, I went into my prancy step. A normality for me, often I have seen others try to attempt the dancy moves but failed and ended up looking like a fool. Each step was powerful and beautiful at the same time, perfection. Inching my way closer to the fea, I was still making up my mind if I should attack her of give her a Chance. My mind decided on the last, just to spice up the game a little.

[Abbey Sue Benson]

accepted.
can't wait to meet her ^_^