alice emmaline hamilton ! [WIP]

[ALICE EMMALINE HAMILTON]

"But it's no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then." – Alice

NAME: Alice Emmaline Hamilton
NICKNAMES: Alice, Alli, Al or for her best friends, Hammy
AGE: Twenty-One
BIRTHDAY: May 13th.
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
NATIONALITY: British and American/ Fantasian
OCCUPATION: Bartender at Devil’s Bayou
PLAYED BY: Heather Morris
DISNEY: Alice – Alice In Wonderland
USER GROUP: hero or heroine

PERSONALITY !

ADVENTUROUS! Alice will do anything that she is curious towards. If she wanted to know how sky-diving felt, she would gladly call someone up and set up a date for lessons. Alice never truly enjoyed a boring life, which lead to her very adventurous side to break free at eighteen. Alli loves new things because of the experience of trying things out. She also seems to act like an adrenaline junkie from all of the stunts she is willing to pull that could risk her life.
BRAVE! This corresponds with Alice’s need to be adventurous. She only pulls her crazy stunts from being brave. It took her awhile to even get used to talking to people out randomly on the streets. But now, Alice is able to talk openly with people and do less restricting things. She also isn’t afraid to say what she thinks. She’s quite blunt at times, but it is from her honest nature that she can’t truly control.
STRONG! Alice isn't one to complain about things she doesn't like. She changes them herself, no matter what it takes. She also can take insults like a big girl and doesn't cry when something doesn't go the way she wanted to. It's life and all she could do was let it take it's course.
CURIOUS! Alli likes knowing how things work or come to be. Learning is something Alice enjoys and her curiosity gets the best of it. Sadly, this does have its downfalls. As said, curiosity kills. Alice has gotten involved in messes because she wouldn't leave things alone. Which has caused a few of her present day scars.

QUIRKS: >> Is fluent in Spanish, French and Italian
>> Was Valedictorian of her graduating class


LIKES: reading, making new friends, dresses, cooking, parties, cats, hats, poker/gambling, her job, shopping and chess.
DISLIKES: silence, flamingos, mice, ignorance, insults, tough riddles, cold showers, lies, frowns and closed minded people.

HISTORY !

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SAMPLE !

Ser’s forehead was pressed against the wood of the lake house, slowly, her adrenaline going down at the sound of the last thing dropping. She wasn’t sure what it was, having a feeling she hadn’t even touched it. It was when she could hear the other voice in the house with her is when she knew she needed this attack to be over. The familiar Irish accent gave away one of two people it could possibly be. Either Walter or Wilson but with knowing luck, it was Wilson. Her light caramel shaded eyes opened as she took the gasping breaths that were silent and listened more. She heard her name said and footsteps causing her shoulders to stiffen in worry. As the ignorance towards the wounds on her arms came to a close, she fought back the hiss of pain that wanted to come to her lips. No one cared, so why was he here? Ser turned around to face the entrance where Wilson was, pressing her back to the wall, slowly sinking to the floor, careful not to put any pressure on her arms and bit her bottom lip in pain.

Slowly the worry had come over her that Wilson had seen her in the action of destruction, but ignored the twisting in her gut that told her to get out of there as fast as she could before he started to ask questions. A slight chuckle of amusement mixed with pain came out of Ser to break the deadly silence. She reached in her shorts pocket, pulling out her cigarettes and zippo lighter, opening the box after packing it against her knee. She flipped open the silver lighter with white and pink showing the playboy bunny symbol, as she took a cigarette out with her teeth lightly. Before she lit the cigarette, she spoke with the nicotine stick between her painted light rose lips. “You gonna help me? I’ll give you a cigarette.” Her voice was cracking slightly from the scream she had pulled merely a few moments ago. She was almost more than sure he’d help her if she was offering a cigarette. If he didn’t have one already, he probably wanted one.

Ser took a long drag of the cigarette she lit, waiting for Wilson. She was trying to do something to ignore the searing pain that was pounding in her forearms. This was that escape. At the moment, Ser hadn’t gotten any form of drugs, so she was reduced to the simple cigarette. She reached up as her legs crossed Indian style, pulling the cigarette out of her mouth, breathing out the smoke, eyes hazed as it slowed down her instincts; calming down the tight nerves in her body. She looked at Wilson, then back at the pieces of the phone that were scattered on the floor. The words of the text message rung though her head in the same haunting voice of her mother, causing Ser to try and shake herself free of believing she even sent it. She brought the cigarette back to her lips, taking another long drag, fighting what felt like tears.

ABOUT YOU!

OHHAITHUR, I'M KRIS AND I'M A PRETTY FRIENDLY PERSON. I'M 16, BUT DON'T FRET YO, I THINK THIS PLACE IS AMAZING. I'M SO GLAD I FOUND IT THROUGH A THOUSAND FIREFLIES. OH, AND JUST SO YOU KNOW, MY FAVORITE DISNEY MOVIE IS ANASTASIA

[. TINKER EM]

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