Post by Alice Kuykendall on Mar 16, 2011 21:59:42 GMT -8
Alice Nichole Kuykendall
[/center]( The Basics )
( Full Name)[/color] Alice Nichole Kuykendall.
( Nickname )[/color] Ace.
( Age )[/color] Sixteen
( Birthdate )[/color] Ninth of May.
( Sex )[/color] Female.
( Hometown )[/color] Memphis, TN.
( Class )[/color] Junior.
( Sexuality )[/color] Oh so straight.
( Played By )[/color] Hayley Williams.
( Their Power)
( Ability )[/color]
- Beginner's Luck - The ability for Ace to expertly shoot any firearm or perform a certain style of fighting, at least once, without learning it herself, if she's witnessed it being done correctly.
- Hawk's Eye - The power that allows Ace to be such a great marksman. She can see further and sharper than a normal human, adjusting the range at will.
- Undeveloped and unknown.
( Type of Power )[/color] Physical.
( Weakness )[/color] Any form of drug or anesthetic that slows the reflexes and hinders senses seem to affect Ace ten times over.
( Good vs. Evil )[/color] Lookin' like a villian, at the moment.
( Personality )
Ace is a real go-getter! A spitfire, some would say. She talks big and can usually back it up. She's quick to forgive, every now and again, but never forget. In a sense, knowing all that, she's the perfect friend, loyal and ready to come to your aid. However, she doesn't trust easily. In fact, she trusts no one. Behind that big, goofy smile of hers is nothing but suspicion. Some would chalk it up to an unstable home life, being bullied in school, maybe one too many back-stabbing "best friends," but, no. That's just Alice for you. Eccentric, bright, hot-headed...lurking in the dark, a gun at the hip, waiting for someone to take a step too far, too close.
( Little Details )
( Strengths)[/color] Singing; playing drums and guitar; hunting; pulling pranks; sneaking out after hours; plain ol' fist fighting; acrobatics.
( Weaknesses )[/b][/color] "Allergic" to most prescription medications; short tempered, with a mouth that gets her into trouble; fire or anything related to it; confident young men.
( Dark Secrets)[/color] Only one: she was responsible for her mom's death and didn't even realize it.
( Reputation )[/color] Most know that Ace is loud and fun-loving, but easy to anger. So, whenever she's around, they keep sarcasm to a minimum, unsure of what exactly will set her off. Also vaguely known for her musical talent, though she'd never showcase it without some underlying motive or on a dare.
( Family)
( Mother )[/color] Ellen Warner-Kuykendall. 42. Interior designer. Deceased.
( Father )[/b][/color] Gregory Kuykendall. 46. Retired wildlife/game warden. Does discreet side jobs now. Close and very influential in Ace's life. Taught her how to use a gun.
( Siblings )[/b][/color] Bradley Kuykendall. 15. Adopted. Close.
( Any Other)[/b][/color] None.
( Belongings )
( Car )[/color] No car. Just this baby.
( Phone )[/b][/color] iPhone 4.
( Music )[/b][/color] iPod Touch.
( Anything Else)[/b][/color] Custom laptop. Simple enough: a Dell with the power of any Macbook.
(Sample)
[Yay for random post example. xD]
Sorrow and longing willed Jenalee's bow. Each stroke produced a resonating sound, mirroring her very heart. Accompanied by the rain, the finished product in her ears brought an impish grin to her face. If only Shaylee could hear her. She'd told her dear sister time and time again just how painful their separation would be. They'd been practically joined at the hip until the Council whisked the elder away. Why couldn't they take both? Why not wait until both had finished their schooling? In a way, it was unfair. In another, it was a rare and valuable opportunity. Jen could only hope that whatever business to be done would be done and quickly. Until then, she'd play, wait, and assist as well as she could from her limited position. This song was for Shay, and at the lingering thought of her traveling twin, a tear slid out from beneath Jen's left eyelid, streaking over the round curve of her cheek to drip from her defiant point of a chin.
Jenalee planned to rap up her session rather quickly, especially since she had an audience and would eventually need to find her dorm, but a third party, a voice so pure and enchanting, inserted itself. Her eyes drifted open and over to the piano, where Kyuhyun still lay flat on his back. His voice and lyrics, though not in a language she understood, seemed to convey the same emotion leaking from the young Willingham. How? How would he know? She wondered, brow furrowing as she refocused on her playing. It became stronger, setting the stage for Kyu's breathtaking performance, no matter how sudden or unexpected it was. The rain also picked up, thunder crashing in the distance every now and again. Light from fleeting bolts gave her a clearer view of her acquaintance's profile. Too handsome. She decided, a smile once again curling her lips.
The ending was slow and drawn-out, and Jen had no idea how long she'd ended up playing. It felt like hours. She was panting ever so slightly, raising the hand that still held her bow to wipe the back of it across her forehead then each cheek. Her face was also a tad bit flushed. "That was..." She forced one huge, deep breath to calm the butterflies in her stomach. "...u-um..." How was she supposed to say it? "...amazing. Really, really amazing." She told him, arms now hanging at her sides. Her feet carried her over to the piano in just a few confident strides. From there, she crossed her forearms on the top, instrument hanging down between her stomach and the side of the piano. She had a solid grip on the neck and bow. "I'm Jenalee..." She told him, feeling he was now more than worthy of knowing her name. At the moment, she didn't see him as someone unfamiliar, a young man, but as a fellow musician, a kindred spirit. How, pray tell, had he matched her song so well, the first try, with thought out lyrics that never stumbled nor paused awkwardly? It was just as she'd said: amazing.
[Size varies from longer than that and a bit shorter.]
Sorrow and longing willed Jenalee's bow. Each stroke produced a resonating sound, mirroring her very heart. Accompanied by the rain, the finished product in her ears brought an impish grin to her face. If only Shaylee could hear her. She'd told her dear sister time and time again just how painful their separation would be. They'd been practically joined at the hip until the Council whisked the elder away. Why couldn't they take both? Why not wait until both had finished their schooling? In a way, it was unfair. In another, it was a rare and valuable opportunity. Jen could only hope that whatever business to be done would be done and quickly. Until then, she'd play, wait, and assist as well as she could from her limited position. This song was for Shay, and at the lingering thought of her traveling twin, a tear slid out from beneath Jen's left eyelid, streaking over the round curve of her cheek to drip from her defiant point of a chin.
Jenalee planned to rap up her session rather quickly, especially since she had an audience and would eventually need to find her dorm, but a third party, a voice so pure and enchanting, inserted itself. Her eyes drifted open and over to the piano, where Kyuhyun still lay flat on his back. His voice and lyrics, though not in a language she understood, seemed to convey the same emotion leaking from the young Willingham. How? How would he know? She wondered, brow furrowing as she refocused on her playing. It became stronger, setting the stage for Kyu's breathtaking performance, no matter how sudden or unexpected it was. The rain also picked up, thunder crashing in the distance every now and again. Light from fleeting bolts gave her a clearer view of her acquaintance's profile. Too handsome. She decided, a smile once again curling her lips.
The ending was slow and drawn-out, and Jen had no idea how long she'd ended up playing. It felt like hours. She was panting ever so slightly, raising the hand that still held her bow to wipe the back of it across her forehead then each cheek. Her face was also a tad bit flushed. "That was..." She forced one huge, deep breath to calm the butterflies in her stomach. "...u-um..." How was she supposed to say it? "...amazing. Really, really amazing." She told him, arms now hanging at her sides. Her feet carried her over to the piano in just a few confident strides. From there, she crossed her forearms on the top, instrument hanging down between her stomach and the side of the piano. She had a solid grip on the neck and bow. "I'm Jenalee..." She told him, feeling he was now more than worthy of knowing her name. At the moment, she didn't see him as someone unfamiliar, a young man, but as a fellow musician, a kindred spirit. How, pray tell, had he matched her song so well, the first try, with thought out lyrics that never stumbled nor paused awkwardly? It was just as she'd said: amazing.
[Size varies from longer than that and a bit shorter.]
