Post by Lady Lauralee on Nov 13, 2010 15:48:34 GMT -5
HEY YOU!
Who me?
YEAH YOU! WHO ARE YOU?
Well, I’m
ALICIAKAYLINN SMITHESON
Tell us about yourself.
What do you want to know?
How long have you been around?
19/122
What exactly are you?
supernatural human
So are you a man or a woman?
*looks at my dress* really? Silly hatter
How do you swing?
I like guys
When should we put the candles on the cake?
May 1st
What do you look like?:
Are you tall enough for this ride?
when not dreaming I am 5'2" but in my dreams I am bounced back and forth from being miniature to gargantuan
How much do you weigh?
I beg your pardon? I am not telling you that. what I will tell you is that just like my height that changes too...that should be a given.
Who do you look like?
Brittney Snow
So, what are you wearing?
I like cute frilly dresses
Do you wear anything of sentimental value?
I have this beautiful necklce that my mum gave me. Its a locket
Who, exactly, are you?:
You got any family?
I had my mum and my older sister for a point of time. My father passed away. But now because of the dreams taking me over I only have myself now.
Where to you live?
Forks, Washington by way of London, England
Are you in school?
I just recently finished high school
Tell me about your history.:
I have had a very interesting life. I was born in England in 1889, during a time when Society was still all about arranged marriages of privilege and all that good stuff. As a little girl I was considered a very flitting creature. My mind never stayed on one thing for an extended amount of time. My father said used to tell me that just like him I imagine 6 impossible things a day. Most of them were during my dreams however. My papa used to come to me in the night when my dreams were bad and I would scream out. I used to always ask him if I was going crazy to which he would reply ”I’m afraid so, you're mad, bonkers, off your head. But I'll tell you a secret...all the best people are.” That would always bring a smile to my face and would ease my mind so I could sleep well.
The dreams continued unabated until I was twelve years old when my father passed away. He died of cancer you see. I was angry, so very angry; sad as well. So sad that my dreams left and I stopped imagining six impossible things a day. Things remained that way until I was eighteen. My mother had to sell my father’s company and she tried ever so hard to push me into a marriage with the new owner’s son. He was a rather foul man with his ugly red hair, bad acne and his pot belly. I couldn’t understand at first why she would want me to marry someone so grotesque, so disgusting, someone just absolutely revolting. Then it hit me; she still wanted to be tied to money and if I married this hideous man then she would still have money. I loved my mother but this I could not do. I would not marry someone I did not love.
That was when the dreams returned and I began to imagine six impossible things a day. Only this time it was different. My dreams held me captive and release me only when they saw fit to. The first time this happened three months had passed. I sought out my mother and sister and told them everything. They both thought me to be out of my mind. My sister being the blabbermouth she was told her husband who in turn told everyone. The revolting man had decided upon hearing the tales of my craziness that he wouldn’t marry someone who had a screw loose. So that was that and I didn’t marry him which in the end made me very happy.
My mother never faltered in her desire to marry me off to money. And my dreams never stopped and taking me captive. Each time dreams had control of me more time passed. Also while in my dream my physical body would disappear into the dream as well. In the dream I was in my physical body and I never aged. Soon enough my dream started keeping me years at a time. When they would release me I would fight ever so hard to not fall back into my dreams. I would stay awake days at a time with the help of lots of caffeine and drugs. That made my dreams angry and they would take me for even longer boughts of time. I have ended up skipping decades because of this. I don’t know what to do. My family is no more, and I am not even in London anymore. I am in a place name Forks, Washington. I need help but do not know where to turn. My dreams just recently released me again. It’s 2010 and I am 19 now even though one hundred and two years have passed. I just want help to not end up becoming completely consumed. But how will I find it is the question.
So, what do you like to eat?
Bangers and mash
What foods make you hurl?
Spinach
What do you like to do?
I like used to like going into my dreams as often as possible because I have more fun there, but as of late it seems they try to take me over and that scares me so rather than do that I like to draw, paint, and shop.
That’s some attitude, want to tell me about it?
Alice comes off as a prude and somewhat standoff. Can you blame her? People think that she is crazy, even her own family thinks that she will end up another Aunt Gertrude with her delusions of grandeur. Can you believe she fancies herself the betrothed of a prince? I don’t think that Prince William nor Prince Harry fancy her. Any how everyone thinks that she is crazy all because of her dreams. So rather than subject herself to more criticism she’s keeps herself on guard and doesn’t let people in often. Should you manage to get past her barrier she is actually a very kind and sweet person.
So, what’s so good about you?
I am a very frank person being that I don't like to curtail the truth, I am kind, and a straight to the point person. Only once you get to know me do you see all of those qualities..
Do you have any flaws?
I come off as standoffish, my frankness makes me come across as kind of a...well a prude, my imagination and dreams makes people think I am crazy, and well I am an Insomniac for fear my dreams will one day take me completely over...
Other:
What else can you tell me?
nothing that I feel like divulging.
Can you do anything cool?
Well my dreams become my reality. I disappear from the real word into the living world of my dreams. Sometimes the more I read the more I become trapped in my dream worlds. It's pretty scary really. It seems like each time I dream the longer I am trapped in my world of dreams. I fear they one day may take me completely over and I will never be able to leave
Show us your stuff
Sorry no can do. The Hatter said it was time for a new cup so I must not delay.
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