Post by alaryalexiajones on Mar 19, 2007 1:03:05 GMT -5
[[So totally ignore the rings on his lips. I couldn't find this picture without them, and I'll photoshop them out one day...]]
Name: Alary Alexia Jones
Age: Quite merrily the age of 18.
Rank in Society: I’m a Duke’s son. The Duke of Vondain. I’m going to be a Duke or something of the like myself one day, I’ll just need to be wed first.
Reason for traveling to Cashel Castle: My family and my jesters and begun to bore me, and I began to feel as if I needed some sort of excitement shoved into my daily routine or else I’d scream! And when the invitation for my father arrived, I begged and begged him to let me go. My wish was granted.
Appearance: The first thing you’ll notice about me, is that my gorgeous eyes can’t be seen! Covered by my own personal curtain of silky, long black hair. Yes, both of my eyes are covered. But, those that get even a small glance of my eyes will be blown away. They’re like the woman’s in a romantic play. Just so damned innocent and addicting. The color is an icy blue, almost shocking, but oh-so adorable. That’s why I cover them with my hair so well, so people don’t stare.
My skin is so pale you’d be surprised. Against my hair it almost glows, but gives me the look of a porcelain doll. I’m just too cute to touch, because you’ll be afraid to break me. They all are, I’m just so adorable and fragile looking. I’m surprisingly strong, so don’t go too easy on me. I’ll hurt you anyway.
I enjoy dressing up EVERYDAY. Yes, every. Single. Day. Normally I’ll find some sort of combination of dark colors, or go for the eyecatching colors. I’ll either want to be seen or not want to be seen. Let’s see what my attitude is when I wake up. Because if you see me in dark clothes, don’t expect me to be all fluffball and jump you. It means I woke up on the wrong side of the bed and hate everyone. Just a warning for all you lovely people!
Personality: I’m an odd one. My parents wanted a baby girl, and since they didn’t get one, they pretended. Which is why I have such a keen eye for beauty and fashion, and make-up.
I’m gay. That’s all there is to it. Girls seriously aren’t for me. I’ve tried, and horribly failed. They’re always obsessing over how they look… and they bleed from unnatural places and get all bitchy. That’s just GROSS.
Now guys are way easier to be around. And a lot of them are so much less maintenance. Unless their name is Alary Alexia Jones, then they have NO right being high maintenance. Only I can be loved like I am, because hello! I’m just special like that.
There are times where I’ll be your best friend, and then others where I’ll sick Alina on you. Careful, she’s dangerous when provoked, even if she is like…. An eighth of your size. You better recognize, bitch! Alina is the ruler of the world!
I’m a huge fluffball, and I’m a total hug whore. If you allow it, I’d be all over you like white on rice! But that’s only if you’d let me, and I’d do it even if you aren’t gay. It’s nothing like me hitting on you, so don’t worry, I’m just wayyy overly affectionate.
It’s all smiles here, save for a few depressed expressions here and there.
History: I was born on a snowy night in December, the ultimate Christmas Present. That’s right, bitches. I was born on December 25, 1990 at 12:01. How ironic can it get?!
My parents wanted a little girl, hence the name Alary Alexia Jones. But when a little boy popped out, it didn’t seem to faze them. I was dressed in pinks, my hair was grown out and curled and braided and everything until I was about 11 and decided it was time to dress myself. I was getting kind of sick of hearing, ‘What a pretty little girl you have!’ and not even my parents replying with, ‘Oh, no, that’s our son.’ It was instead, ‘Thank you!’
So, at 11 I cut off my hair, well, to it’s current length now and started styling it how I wanted. Not how they wanted. They were still thrilled at seeing I still dressed quite femininely, even if they weren’t the ones to dress me. As long as I was their little princess, they were happy.
My parents are FUCKED. I swear it.
I was never teased, not ever, as the people that grew up around me didn’t seem to think it was weird. I was just Alary; a completely gay, cross-dressing, doll-loving boy. Everyone was okay with it, and never seemed to give me crap about any of it.
Or… maybe that was because of the friends I chose. They were mostly bigger guys, not fat, but strong as fuck. They’d have my back through thick and thin. I’m like the younger sibling they feel inclined to protect, and I’m comfortable with that.
Of course, I don’t see them too, too much. They hung out with their friends, and I stuck with mine. We’re were close, but never really were seen together too much. I didn’t mind that much either.
[[Okay, so I'm totally NOT posting another roleplay sample. I think Lucian's is enough for like eight. xD]]
