Post by Centrinity on Feb 10, 2011 22:42:22 GMT -5
alice genevieve morel
[x] [x] [x]
i'll be waiting for the real thing, i'll
know it be the feeling, the moment
when we're meeting will play out like
a scene straight off the silver screen
[x] [x] [x]
i'll be waiting for the real thing, i'll
know it be the feeling, the moment
when we're meeting will play out like
a scene straight off the silver screen
basic information
full name
Alice Genevieve Morel
age
Seventeen
birthday
January Third
position
Senior
sexuality
Heterosexual
appearance
face claim
Katie McGrath
eye color
Light blue
hair color
Black
height
Five foot six
distinguishing features
This on the inside of her left ankle, in light blue ink
full appearanceAlice is undeniably feminine. She's thin and delicate with a rather defined bone structure. Her skin is pale, so pale it could be assumed she rarely ventures into the sun. This isn't quite the truth, though she doesn't like the bright sun much anyway. Her eyes are a light blue, and the black of her eyelashes automatically accent them and make them stand out more, though she often exaggerates this effect with a thin line of black eyeliner. Her hair is dark and black, not that almost-black-but-actually-brown shade that a lot of people end up with. He facial features are distinct, with high cheekbones and a small nose, making her appear completely refined and her accent assists that image.
Her clothing style varies, though it often consists of paler colors, particularly blues and greens, that are accented with darker shades. Her shirts form to her body, always, and are often t shirts or spaghetti strapped tank tops. In the colder weather, she'll wear long sleeved shirts that flair extensively at the end of the sleeves. Jeans are a particular favorite, though she'd happily settle for a pair of sweatpants on the days she finds herself ill. She's often got some sort of necklace on, provided she isn't in cove ops or p&e, and it's always a silver chain, though the pendent varies depending on the day.
personality
likesRoses(particularly white ones), chocolate, good wine, romantic gestures, a good book, languages, shopping, motorcycles(though she's never admit it), the idea of traveling the world, France, watching lightning storms, dancing in the rain
dislikesThe cold, constant sun, girls who put on too much makeup, guys who think they're all that, dance clubs and bars, being interrupted while reading a decent book, people who try to soften a blow through lies
strengthsCompassionate, good with languages, composed in most situations, determined
weaknessesParticularly proud, tries to see the best in everyone even when she knows better, lost in fantasy on occasion
secretsShe's always wanted to ride on the back of a motorcycle with some guy she hardly knows, but, knowing her parents would disapprove, she has turned down the one chance she's had to do so, and regrets it most every day. Her tattoo is also kept a secret from her parents, though not so much from everyone else. She also doesn't really want to be a spy of any sort - she just still at Wicker because she finds it fascinating, it certainly isn't her choice of a career option.
full personalityAlice is a bit of a hopeless romantic. In her head, she pictures the perfect prince charming coming to sweep her off her feet and its made her rather impossible to charm if you don't fit the part, at least a little. Many have tried each summer when she returns to France or London to live with one or her parents, but they have all failed. She's easily embarrassed when it comes to matters of the heart, and rarely admits to much, often preferring to run rather than sort it out. Part of this comes from an inner conflict to rebel, her motorcycle with a stranger fantasy, or to conform, a prince on a white horse. How much of this is outside pressure from her mother is undetermined, though likely to be much of the issue as she often lets go a little more when she's been away from the woman long enough.
She's proper and refined on all occasions, unless you manage, somehow, to get her flustered, which isn't an easy task. She's been well socialized among the well-to-do, and was born into a wealthy family, so she's used to getting things her way, and often expects it despite much evidence that things will often be to the contrary. She does, however, have a slight wild streak which possessed her to get a tattoo on her ankle, though she still persistently covers it up which ridiculous amounts of cover up when she visits home. She's terribly determined, which is useful in some cases, but not always. There have been many an occasion when her stubbornness has cost her, and she hasn't always learned from these mistakes.
She's a bit on the quiet side, though that's not to say she won't speak her mind. She simply prefers to sit alone, on a windowsill in the library, curled up with a cup of hot cocoa and good book - fantasy, of course. However if you were to talk to her and happen to bring up a topic she was impassioned about or insult her, you'll surely never hear the end of it. She isn't likely to raise her voice, just rant on and on and she's been known to belittle many and make geniuses feel like idiots, given the right occasion.
history
father
Adrien Morel, forty one, living in Paris, France
mother
Marianne Jordan, thirty seven, living in London, England
siblings
None
significant figures
None
animals
Chocolat, siamese, six, in Paris with her father
full historyIt was a whirlwind romance, really. Marianne was traveling for a year before heading to university, just spending time with friends, and visiting the wonderful city of Paris, France. It was there she ran into Adrien, the man who left her speechless. It was love at first sight, and, young and naive, they thought it would last. They were married within three months. It was then the bickering began. He had money, she didn't have to go to school. She wanted to, but he didn't want her leaving. Things went on like this, but eventually both caved. They made up. It was that night that little Alice was conceived.
Marianne was a week away from starting her post-secondary education when she began to suspect that she was pregnant, and it was quickly confirmed. Her school plans were put on hold yet again, but this left her bitter. By the time Alice was born, the hormones not helping matters, the couple had signed divorce papers and Marianne moved back to London a few short weeks later. Heartbroken, disappointed, and with a newborn baby in her arms, she showed her face back at home. Her parents practically disowned her at that, but her grandmother took her in. Of course, Adrien hadn't left her dry. He'd given her quite a bit of his money, making her rather wealthy herself. However, she refused to touch it, if only to spite him, not that he'd know. He visited Alice often, though Marianne made sure to never be there. Her mother's hatred of her father was directed towards Alice often enough that the young girl grew to dislike her mother from an early age, sticking to her great-grandmother's side. When she started school, she was placed into a private school with the money her father had given Marianne, and then in the summers she lived with him.
Those summers were the happiest times of her life. She loved France, every bit of it. As a young child, she lived for the walks to the park and the french lessons her father paid for. As she got older, she would spend hours just wandering the streets, just listening and learning and taking in everything she could, soaking it up like a sponge. Until her great-grandmother passed away, she often felt torn between her love of Paris, which held her beloved father, and her love for her great-grandmother and the side of London that only that one old lady could help her to see. It was perhaps the only thing she liked of London, but the accent followed her all her life and continues to do so as a result from spending much of her life there.
When she neared the time to apply for high school, her father begged and pleaded for her to go to a boarding school, although it was on her behalf. He knew she was unhappy with her mother, even if Marianne couldn't see it. With some coaxing, Marianne agreed that it would benefit Alice, and Alice quickly began doing research. She wanted out of the country, to see some place new. Wicker seemed invited, and she liked the name. That had always been a thing with her, names. She was choosy about them, and often would look at something more closely or ignore it altogether because of its name. Although her marks in the maths and sciences were not quite stellar, they were still above average, and her language marks were superb, the top of her class. And so the testing began.
When she heard she had gotten in, she was overjoyed. That summer, her and her father spent their days shopping, getting her a whole new wardrobe, school supplies, a laptop, everything. Nothing could have prepared her for the truth of the Academy. She was astonished, shocked beyond belief, and for the first few grueling months, she nearly dropped out. She persisted though, never one to give in easily, and she made it through her first year only to look back and decide it hadn't been as bad as she thought it would be after all. So, she went back for her sophomore year, then her junior year. By that point, it was no heartache and she loved it, though not necessarily the lifestyle it would stick her into. Back again for senior year, she still wouldn't trade the experience for anything in the world, though she is hard pressed to say she plans on being a spy, but she figures it best not to tell anyone that tidbit.
player
name
Cen
experience
A great many years
roleplay sample
No <3