montgomery, alice mikaela

[alice mikaela montgomery]

ALICE MONTGOMERY

full name alice mikaela montgomery
nicknames allie
type original
gender female
age eighteen
birthday july seventeenth
group local
clique n/a
grade college freshman
sexuality straightish
occupation student
face claim kaya scodelario
alias kara

persona
[style=text-transform: lowercase]NARCISSTIC, BLUNT, SUPERFICIAL CHARM, BORED, LOYAL FRAUD, compulsive LIAR, WEALTHY, reflective, energetic, condescending, VERSATILE, AUTHORITARIAN, WRITER, SMOKER, BLOGGER, forceful, loyal, exclusive, friendly, studious

life
i'm techincally wealthy, well. my family is, all the montgomery's grew up with dollars in their pockets and behind their ears and coming out of their eyes and running through their veins like fucking blood. it's kind of sickening, but i really can't complain, although i have to say the riches haven't exactly morphed my parents into the best of people. my mom's constantly cleaning the house like her life depends on it, claiming every new guest who walks in through the door will judge us on how dusty our fireplace is. i really think she means to replace 'dusty' with make-up-ed and 'fireplace' with her face, because she's buried so deep in the stuff you can smell chanel #309 petunia field lip gloss all the way from the next room. i mean, she's an old hag, and she needs to cover that up, so i understand, but people think my make-up is full on and that's why i think it's hilarious. anyway i don't mean to sound rude, i love her and everything; in fact, i think my love for her has grown (but that might be because i'm living in a dorm now). my dad's a business man (that's all you have to know) and my sister's boring.

anyway, i payed my respects in high school and made it through alive, so you can too; you really shouldn't complain. figure out who your friends are and who your enemies are and play your cards right. always be one step ahead, you know? feel free to call me if you need any advice, 212 601 9401. or jason, but i swear to god if i have to hear his ringtone one more time i'm going to call up sulli and we're going to have an intervention.

by the way, i'm alice, sorry i didn't introduce myself before. i guess since you're here, you can stay, but the cable's shut off so i don't really know...

roleplaying sample
"smoking will kill you. you shouldn't do it." it was an unfamiliar voice, an alien, and it hummed through her eardrums like quiet electricity. her eyes slipped open, blue gaze flickering for a moment before she found the boy standing a few steps below her, blonde hair and dark eyes (and they made her breath catch in her throat; they contrasted so harshly against his pale skin). looking him over, she stared for a moment, her knees shifting as the cigarette rolled between her index and middle fingers, back and forth like a pendulum (counting the seconds), and she dragged her thumb across her lower lip, sizing him up. she wasn't sure what to say; he seemed harmless, one strap of a backpack over her shoulder, hair turning over slightly in the breeze (the windchill sent another shiver coursing through her veins and she balled the sleeve of her jacket over her free hand). had they met before? he wasn't totally foreign; she remembered seeing his form in the corridors of the school... maybe he was in one her classes. hm. she locked her gaze back onto his (they were deep pools of bottomless ink). "i'm not afraid to die," alice mused freely, her tone playful, but her words were saturated with a darker meaning, just barely a hint of an edge (she really meant it). "it'll happen eventually anyway. who are you?" a vague grin painted itself across her face in constellations, (and she liked to think it shifted slightly with the rotation of the fascinated earth).
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