Post by tayy on Dec 26, 2009 0:41:02 GMT -4
i want to watch the way you take this stage by storm.
ALLISON NICOLE KINGSTON ?!
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Name: Allison Nicole Kingston
Nickname: Allie, Babyygirl
Gender: Female
Age: Sixteen
Year: Sophomore
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Relationship Status: Single
Appearance:
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Allison is the girl all the guys want to chase, and all the girls want to be. Though she would never admit to it. She isn't the one saying she's ugly, but she isn't flaunting the almost sex kitten like appeal that surrounds her. Somehow, the rather naive and innocent girl is usually oblivious to her stunning looks despite the cooing of the guys surrounding her. She's used to being one of the guys, so most of her 'homies' happen to be males, though that status can easily be mistaken for one of a whore now a days.
allie happens to be rather petite, though what she lacks in her size, she makes up in personality. her rambuncious, almost hyperactive personality makes her seem bigger than she is - and a whole hell of a new level annoying. Though she is slender, she doesn't truly have much of a figure to her despite how she attempts to tie things at her natural waist to accent that she has something. One reason she attempts to look older is because people would tease her for being not as curvy as them and it would irritate her, so she looked as feminine she could in every other aspect to offset her unfeminine like figure.
Much like her brother's hair, her's is naturally an inky color. Silky since the day of her birth, though it curls naturally exactly like Cain's. Sometimes she wears it curly, though normally she prefers to keep it straightened to accent the 'in' scene haircut that frames her slender heart-shaped face. She loves her hair and is constantly seen playing with it, or sometimes it seems to be caught between her lips. It makes her look older, despite the babyish roundness of her cheeks and the innocence that radiates in her eyes.
her eyes are her most striking feature. they happen to be more greenish than her brother's, resulting in the color closely resembling turquoise. they hide nothing, and when someone says your eyes can give you away - cain figured that that saying was written for her. they're striking, and usually attract more attention to her than cain would like, and sometimes herself for that manner. usually she outlines them with eyeliner and heavy mascara, also making her look older with the make-up she wears.she is constantly complimented on her eyes, and happens to have a rather love/hate relationship with them.
out of anything though - her legs are her most favorite asset along with her flat stomach. Both achieved by running cross-country and just running in general. Allie loves to run - in any weather, anytime of the day - though she prefers late at night. normally she is seen around the campus in a gaggle of giggling girls, or in athletic shorts running around the perimeter of the building or something. Her grandmother and father along with her brother would constantly joke that they found it almost unhealthy how much she tended to run.
Personality:
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honest - if you can count on the little spitfire to be anything, than you can count honesty on your side. she happens to be incrediably honest, despite how it may hurt her friends or family. its a trait of saying before she thinks, and she can admit to it getting her in trouble on more than one occasion. sometimes her honesty can lead to cruel words, and she is working on keeping her mouth shut and actually thinking through sentences before she spouts them out willy nilly.
passionate - allison happens to be very passionate in whatever she does. shes always the one at rallies or conventions voicing her opinion and screaming out to the world what she believes in. her big-mouthed ways have also led to some of her trouble, but she shrugs it off and goes with the flow. she believes she is entitled to her opinion, and others to theirs. if you don't like hers, then that is perfectly alright with her.
stubborn - along with her big-mouthed, opinionated personality comes a stubborn streak a country mile long. she will do anything to prove you wrong at any time, and is convinced that she is right no matter what. she tends to be a know it all, and the unsettling fact is that normally, she is always right, and she knows it, but if you were as smart as she was, then you would understand her stubborn nature also.
intelligent - allison is the valeviditorian of epson academy. the best of the best academically. she was sent here along with her brother cain when their mother wanted allison to challenge herself beyond what she had learned at freewill at home, which had been much too much for such a young age. it's hard to find a challenge for the youthful girl, and has already been appeased as one of the 20th century genuis's by several prestigous ivy leage schools and the scientists who used to study her brain activity closely. having such an fine young student amongst the chivarlist, egotistical crowd of epson puts hopes into the hearts of the administration that their whole school won't be flushed carelessly down the tubes.
pyromanic - she loves fire. if there is anything she can set aflame, she will. absouletely and utterly. she doesn't know where the passion arose from, but its carried with her through her life and she can constantly be seen flipping a lighter or smoking from a drag that is passed through the knot of guys she hands with. the flames excite her, and she has been known to do stupid things through experimentation with the dangerous element.
bitchy - isn't every female? though she tends to be one of the worsts. for sympathy, she has a hard time sending it out without it being laced in a sarcastic comment. she can snap and is known for her quick-tempered, fiery personality around the school. though that doesn't seem to ward off the bitches and the manwhores who seem to trail her tail like a maggot would cling to an decaying corpse. but she can't ask for help, besides, she knows she can handle whatever comes her way despite the disapproving glances of her elder brother.
overall - all in all, allie is considered the strong one of the group. the girl who never cries and always has a shoulder to the world, but that doesn't mean she doesn't fall apart. she tends to do so in private, and trying to squeeze some sort of affection out of her is an challenge in all honesty. she normally has an i dont give a fuck attitude, laced with the happiness and sugar sweetness like some fucking candy. she's completely hypocritical personality wise, like a cobra curling around your leg admirably like a kitten. even though she has her harsh moments, she tends to be a genuine person. normally hyper and rambuncious, allison is always ready for whatever life throws at her, and when she's not - she has cain beside her. her brother and her are inseperable and have been since they were children back in arizona.
History:
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Birth-
Cain Justice Kingston was born at 5:63am on Febuary 14th, 1991 in one of the most prestigous hospitals in Russia as a snow blizzard bantered the walls of the delivery room. His parents were overjoyed, despite how the Hanes was deeply regretting the choice of sleeping with this mistress when he had become engaged to another women. Though with one cry from the raven-haired, blue-eyed boy and Hane fell in love - not only with the boy they called Cain, but also the women that had delivered the first heir to the position of dictator. His beauty was unmatched, and Hane became over-bearing and protective of his son. His news was spread through the world that his son was born - though not to the beautiful waiting lady, but a mistress that now would become the one to rule beside the almighty dictator.
The public was shocked, though when they saw the boy that the leader showed to the public - they fell in love with him as the hardship leader had also done. The boy radiated charisma, poise, and everyone had deep anticipations for the son of the great Hane. Though as the publicity of the boy grew, the paranoia of his mother grew also. She didn't want her son so much in the public eye, it wouldn't benefit him in the long run and she would much rather watch him grow up somewhere else normally then grow up by her side as a prince. so she sent him away.
Toddlerhood-
While the country rejoiced over the birth of the son of Hanes. They were surprised when merely three years later a daughter came along, and she was as beautiful as the boy, though lacked in comparison considering she could hold no position. Though the two stunning raven-haired, blue-eyed children remained highly protected by their mother - with the effect of having multiple children, eleanor grew weary and wearier before she one day snapped, and she made the Hane banish the children from Russia's boarders to the states to grow up normally, with her mother and father.
At the tender age of five, and allison at the youthful age of two, the two children were send down to scottsdale, arizona. 'the beverly hills of the desert' to live on the money that their father provided and be lavished in all they wished to have. though they were very well spoiled, they were denied much socialization at such an young age - so they grew close. inseperable. almost eerily they gained a receptive qualitie to eachother's thoughts and emotions to a point where either child could convey a complete conversation between another. that was the first start of their intelligence, and their new caretakes nurtured that special gift and trained it into academics.
At five Cain read novels with ease, and Allison whole small books with relative ease. They were destined for greatness, the two of them. So their grandparents kept them nearly hidden from the world. Their presense was never regonized as in the states, and Russia soon forgot about the two children who seemed to be send down from god. They were nearly inhuman, though they were perfectly mortal. So in scottsdale, they prospered and grew, and were kept hidden.
Adolescant-
They grew immensly in such time. Allowed to experiment with their looks and desires as long as their identity remained somewhat shrouded in doubt. When seen together, the mystical looking beings seemed to captivate an aura of attention, so if they went out it was never together. They quickly became replicas of eachother, and despite their almost hostage situation they both turned out to be social butterflies.
Allison was the more outgoing of the two. The one snapping silly pictures of herself and admiring the photography. the one with big plans to become a movie star, despite her deep love of her academic studies. her intelligence could not be ignored, and she was sent in to do other testing to further gauge simply how intelligent she really was.
she was a genius by normal standards. she could spout off five-step equations like they were multiplaction, and then explain the whole process she had concocted within her mind. she was outstanding to watch work, and cain found himself studying his sister and learning more.
[more to be added ; yeah this is cain's, but same thing.]
]Strengths/Talents/Skills:
- extremely friendly
- gives wonderful advice
- running long distances
- running in the rain
- being russian
- best puppy dog eyes
- standing up to people
- her bubbly personality
Weaknesses:
- cain - he has immense power over her
- alcohol
- being too blunt
- her father
- cute boys with tattoos
- chocolate anything
- furry animals
- falls in love too quickly
- talking too much
- can be a know-it-all
RP example:
IF I TOLD YOU THAT I REALIZED
YOURE ALL I'VE EVER WANTED
AND ITS KILLING ME TO BE SO FAR AWAY
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If someone had told her that the boy she would have ultimately fallen in love with would have been chiseled by Rembrandt himself, she would have laughed. For Chris was anything but; he was slightly overweight with a hint of man breasts and a pooch that probably held most of the fat covering the entire stretch of her anatomy. She remembered being thoroughly disgusted when she ever glanced upon his physique, though as she admired Nathaniel's picturesque physique only arousal fluttered within her stomach. It was like looking at some ancient god, seeing only perfection in each angle and sensual line that crossed his pale flesh. Teeth gripped her lower lip as she stared down at his handsome, and scantily clothed body. "Why do you have to be all my dreams and more? I feel inferior in comparison to your splendor, my love..." Releasing her bottom lip, she dipped her head to allow her lips to scale along the prominent surface of his collarbone. Dotting the sensitive flesh with earnest before her hands moved down the warmth of his skin. Starting at his rounded shoulders, she allowed her hands to slip down the chiseled plateau of his chest, down the flat cavern of his stomach, to the point of his lower back where she gently ran circles with one filed nail across the sensitive skin before her slender fingers found his own hand and squeezed in reassurance. Legs finding their way under the duvet as she gently intertwined them together, savoring the heat as the coolness of the Vancouver air spiked through her body. In reaction, she cuddled up to his side more, like a child would cling to an adult when a nightmare had cascaded through their mind. "I couldn't imagine a more perfect image than the one I am presented with. You are truly perfection, honey,nothing can compare to you." She delicately laid butterfly kisses over the surface area of his chest. He was externally as handsome as his personality radiated, and she felt blessed to be chosen by such a truly beautiful human being. "Poetry is nothing in comparison to the words that you spin to me. I feel like a princess, basked in a glow of such a king. the king of my heart. the one to embrace me as i am, and accept me for nothing else." She gently moved their intertwined hands to kiss his knuckles softly, this would be a wonderful night. And hopefully, he would ask her to stay many more nights to come.
Hands groped for the clicker to the plasma screen situated in the room. Leaning over him, she fumbled on the nightstand for abit before grasping the hardened plastic in her palms and coming to rest beside him in solitude once more. Her head now rested on his chest, listening to the sound of his breathing as it whooshed through the emptiness in his lungs, and the heaviness of his heart thumping beneath her ear. When the TV had decided to warm it, is basked the room in an almost eerie light glow as Clover began flipping through differing channels. Careful to keep the volume on near silent, as Clove had a feeling more whispers would be shared than actual viewing of the picture they would have chosen. Eyes scanning the guide, eyebrows knitted together as Clover had a hard time deciding onto what they would like to view. She thought that a love story would be too gooey, and she didn't want him becoming bored. Though an action film would kill the mood entirely - and Clove knew neither of them wanted that. So she decided on a cheesy horror film that she had remembered they had both seen, and really wasn't that scary to begin with. She liked horror movies anyways, though the special effects in this one were horrible, almost as bad as the budget to make it. Chuckling abit as she watched the movie, she snuggled into him more - if that was possible. In the depth of love that the two seemed so intertwined within, it was hard to imagine that he would ever be out of her life. She could imagine that one day she would walk down the aisle next to him; her in a flowing gown and her family crying next to her. She could imagine them having children, and growing gray beside each other with the smiles that were broader than they were right at this moment. Clover truly believed that she was meant to spend the rest of eternity with Nathaniel, and she wanted nothing more than to do so. He made her complete, and without him, her heart felt at loss and completely bedraggled. "If i could spend the rest of my life, intertwined under your duvet like this, I would." She giggled as she kissed underneath his throat, eyes closing as she inhaled his aroma that had become what it seemed like permanently etched into the fabric of her own clothing. It was intoxicating to her senses, and Clover allowed a deep shiver to happiness to wrack her nervous system. He was everything she wanted, and so much more.
"You're talking about me looking good with less clothes? Have you seen you're self? I feel like I'm going to sleep with a God!" She chuckled as she sat up, hair falling to one side as she took an elastic from around her thin wrist and pulled her hair into an bun on top of her head; tendrils falling down the side of her face as she twisted, feeling her shirt slide up to expose one side of her diaphragm as she cradled his head gently between her two hands. "You are so handsome, it's unbelievable. It's painful to be here and see you like this, and hold myself back. I love you so much Nathaniel. I love you so much more than I thought I could love anyone. Anyone in this world. You are the single most person who can tear me apart, and yet I know you would never do it." She took his hand, so much bigger than her own, and held it against the side of her cheek as she smiled to him. Reassuring him that whatever pace they took tonight would be with the discretion of what he wanted. She would never force him past what he would consider comfortable, because she didn't like being pushed herself. Taking his hand from her face, she splayed the fingers and kissed each tip with such tenderness before finally intertwining them once more. "I want to shout out to the heavens how much I love you. How much I want to be with you. I want to kiss every place I can find, and I want to never leave your side. For all eternity I will be yours, Nathaniel Quinton Valentine, forever and always I will be yours. Nothing will change that, nothing can change that. You made me feel indestructible, alive, and for once I feel I can be myself. I can show you who I am and bear my soul and I can be free from mocking eyes, and I see you. I see only you. Never forget that. Once more the tears had begun, streaking down her slender cheeks as she wiped them away once more. The movie completely forgotten as she momentarily realized that she had been kneeling beside him; her slender diaphragm folded much like a praying child's would. She had a deep temptation to be held by him, to be lain across his stretched out body and to have him coddle her and stroke her hair. She wanted so much, though she would ask so little. For the little things were what she was happy with. Being with him. Having him. Falling in love. It was all an whirlwind of emotion, passion so fiery that it rivaled the sun in mere intensity. Love so deep that even the ocean's deepest pits couldn't fathom the depth of the emotion. Nobody could, not even the most infamous of lovers across the time line of American Historic.
Lower lip was once more characteristically caught within her teeth, gently rotating the thick skin before releasing the flesh and moving to straddle the boy that she had called her entire life for such a short time. Though as she reminded herself; time meant nothing to love nor war, it was an mere fabrication. Something invented to please humanity. She found the effects of numbers ticking by nothing but wasted space in her opinion, and she had no clue what time it was anymore. Though she could tell the movie was beginning to draw to a close, the climaxing apex beginning to fall into an rapid resolution. Lips moving across his beautifully chiseled chest to his throat, nibbling teasingly; mimicking what he had done before that had elicited such an deep fire moan of pleasure from the depth of her chassis. Teeth gently running down the smooth skin with an ecstasy as she stretched her petite body across his own handsome diaphragm. Curling up on his chest abit as she balanced so perfectly on his handsome physique. Arms coming around to embrace his neck as she allowed her lips to move in perfect synchronization with the one she called her love. Small groans of pleasure escaping into the night air as he tended to the sensitive orifice's of her body. She was in heaven, and Clover thoroughly believed that even heaven wasn't this good. How could anything be better than it was, right here, with Nathaniel? Snuggling her face into the warm skin of his neck, she kissed the delicate surface before closing her eyes and watching the evening moonlight cascade down 'pon the shag carpeting. "Nathaniel Quinton Valentine. I am undoubtedly, undeniably, madly in love you you." She chuckled, kissing his nose softly before pressing their foreheads together. Shifting atop him slightly. "And nobody can say anything otherwise."
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tagged: the handsome nathaniel quinton valentine. ♥
music: i'll be - edwin mccain
notes: hope you like. attempted to match your muse. enjoy!(:
words: 1,859
credit: mrs. jones @ caution 2.0
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