Post by ANALISE CHARLOTTE WHITE on Jan 10, 2011 12:30:43 GMT 8
Lise has kept their secret . .
“Everything happens for a reason.
{{{let's start from the basics}}}
Name : Analise Charlotte White
Nicknames : Ana, Lise, An
Age : 29
Specie : Human
{{{and we don't mind how you look}}}
Appearance :
With little ears, freckles dotted across her small nose and dimples, Analise may possibly look like a child if not for her matured features and sad, wise eyes. The colour of those eyes is a light sea foam green. Her face is more angular then it once was, and when she grins along with dimples she has faint crinkles in the corners of her eyes. Analise’s top lip is nearly just as full as her bottom one and sometime’s it bothers her, as all women have something about themselves they don’t like. She’s very fit and toned because she loves hiking and exercise in general. Analise is lucky to have long, wavy, brown hair that almost looks windblown in a nice way if she doesn’t style it. She stands straight as she was taught and her only other insecurity she had about her physical appearance is the size of her wrists. She feels they seem just a little too big in proportion with her hands.
{{{but how you act}}}
Personality :
Analise loves animal shelters, children, citrus flavoured water, libraries, reading, walking her cat, hiking, swimming, the Olive Garden, people who have leadership qualities, people watching and travelling.
Analise doesn’t like power outages, freezing rain or hail storms, politics, arrogance, people with no sense of humour, being helpless, spending holidays alone, addictions, giving up and one of her biggest pet peeves is probably overpricing.
She is proud of her physical strength and stamina, and her ability to understand peoples’ motives is often useful in every day life.
Analise can be quite stubborn and sometimes tries to do too much at once.
Analise is very prone to habits because of her history with tricotillomania. She plays with her hair/fingers when distracted. Walking her cat, which is uncommon but some people do, has become a daily habit of her’s as well; she feels like she has to do something active in the mornings or she’s extremely lazy the rest of the day. Analise can be indecisive sometimes.
Analise fears the dark, being alone and falling back into old habits. She doesn’t advertise she once had tricotillomania, or her fear of the dark and she has never admitted before that she might actually be obsessed with looking healthy.
Analise is one of a kind. She isn’t extremely outgoing in a group but you couldn’t call her a wallflower either. She loves to laugh and can be described as playful, though only if she’s comfortable with those around her. If she doesn’t know someone quite as well she could simply be described as a friendly person no more and no less. Analise likes to prove her worth and works very hard in everything she does; she always gives her best. She values effort highly inside and outside her classroom.
Analise has a controversial kind of personality in the sense that if you didn’t know her well, you may think she was vain. In a way that’s true because of her willingness to do what it takes to look good. Meanwhile others will be grateful for her willingness to help out whenever she can. Analise puts friends and family before herself. She sometimes can be hurtful through her inability to make decisions easily while it concerns her personal life. Though Analise can usually find ways to avoid it, if she does happen to be stressed she gets really stressed – scared and angry all at once.
{{{cause we gotta take it deeper}}}
Mother : Emmeline White, 62
Father : Peter White, 64
Children : N/A
Siblings : Riley White, 26
Status : Single
Partner : N/A
History :
Analise Charlotte White was born into a very normal family in Mystic Falls, Virginia. Her child hood was happy for the most part. When she started school she quickly became best friends with two siblings named Sam and Vivian. Vivian was the same age as Analise and Sam was a year older.
The three were together until Analise’s thirteenth birthday party. Vivian never showed up and Sam had no clue where his little sister was, as he’d come from another friend’s house. Vivian was soon declared missing and later presumed dead. The police had found dried blood that matched Vivian’s DNA. Sam and his family became withdrawn. Sam began shutting Analise and everyone else out of his life no matter how much Analise tried to help, and you could say that was the year she began to view the world with adult eyes.
Analise left Mystic Falls to attend University and so did her younger brother after her. She has achieved her education degree, majoring in French and English Literature. She worked for awhile as a substitute teacher but she missed her family. Luckily, she heard one of the language arts teachers at the Mystic Falls high school retired and immediately sent in her resume. Before she even knew whether or not she’d gotten the job, she packed her things and came back – being bilingual, she gambled she’d still find some good work no matter where she lived. When she arrived, she stayed with her parents until she knew if she would be substituting or not.
Analise couldn’t believe how lucky she was when she received word she’d gotten the full time job at Mystic Falls High, starting in September. She bought a small quaint bungalow and was finished moving in by the time summer was done.
Halfway through September during one of her early morning jogs she found herself in front of Sam and Vivian’s home. She wasn’t left wondering long whether Sam was still around – after asking her parents, they told her Sam’s parents had both passed away and that he still lived in the same house. These days Sam apparently worked in the garage, and spent most evenings at the Mystic Grill’s bar. Analise is still undecided whether she should try to contact him again.
{{{and you're in it for life}}}
Alias : Sarah
Age : 16
RP experience : about 4 years.
Sample :
The night was so quiet. It's a good thing, too. Shaylee sighed and shrugged off her jacket gratefully. She had just stepped out of the police cruiser, and after looking around carefully, decided tonight would be uneventful. Chief Dwyer had gotten a call from a concerned civilian about a group of teens selling drugs near the high school - and she was supposed to come investigate and keep an eye on things... Yet there seemed to be nothing. Not tonight, at least.
Leaning against the cruiser, she listened absently to the calls that transmitted on the radios, reacting every now and then to certain words. She was told to stay here until 4am, then her shift was done. Glancing down at her watch, she saw she had a long while to go... Shay caught herself thinking longingly for her fluffy navy pillows. She shook her head and stood up straight. Might as well do some snooping; maybe there'll be something dropped... Shay almost rolled her eyes at herself. Or maybe I'll just look for something to do.
She couldn't help but grip her baton at her waist slightly as she strode quietly towards the darker corners of the parking lot. It was warm, oddly enough. She wished she had brought some water as she reached the curb.
Scritch.
Shaylee's brow furrowed. That wasn't a sound she'd expected- not the soft foot falls on grass or the tapping of foot steps on pavement. That was gravel being shuffled. And... was it above her? Shaylee's heart rate hadn't accelerated yet; she was very cool and calm on duty. But, she was definitely curious, and couldn't decide whether to be excited or annoyed. It was probably just a squirrel, but some action would make things go by quickly, and tryingly slow at the same time.
Her fingers groped to release the flashlight on her belt, and when she did she held it steadily and turned it on. She couldn't see anything on the damned roof at this angle, and found herself more annoyed then anything now. Yes, probably only a critter: but it was kind of necessary for her to know what it was for sure in order for her to do her job properly. Just come to the edge, please... Shaylee groaned mentally as she stood there. She removed one hand from the flashlight and wiped stray bangs off her forehead before keeping it carefully beside her pepper spray. Her arm quavered slightly without the extra support, and as the beam moved, she saw something reflecting light for a second. Shaylee's eyes narrowed in concentration.
"Who's up there?" She called in a stern voice, though she felt extremely foolish. Come out, come out, little critter, so I can go do something worth my trouble... Please...?
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