Post by ali marina cortez on Jun 15, 2011 22:36:52 GMT -5
ALI MARINA CORTEZ
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Wanna scream out, no more hiding
Don't be afraid of what's inside
Gonna tell you, you'll be all right, in the aftermath
Anytime anybody pulls you down, anytime anybody says you're not allowed
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COME INTO MY WORLD
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FULL NAME:
Ali Marina Cortez
NICKNAMES:
Whore, Slut, That Girl, Nobody, What's-her-face
AGE:
Seventeen.
BIRTH DATE:
October 31, 1993
BLOOD TYPE:
Pureblood.
SEXUALITY:
Bi.
HOUSE & YEAR:
Ravenclaw, Seventh
IT'S THE BEST WAY OF LIVING
-------------------- BETWEEN THE TRUTHS AND THE LIES.[/color][/font][/center]
PLAYBY:
Christina Aguilera.
BEST TRAITS:
- Loving, Kind, Gentle
- Intelligent
- Quick Learner
- Deep need to prove herself
- Wants to be everyone's friend
WORST TRAITS:
- Substance Abuser
- "Bit of a whore" would be an understatement
- Highly dependent and needy
- Can't face or deal with Death
- Highly emotional and easily upset
PERSONALITY:
Ali, put simply, is a jumble of random ingredients thrown together to make a mess. On the one side, she's very friendly and loving towards anyone who gives her attention, but on the other, once you're her friend, she can't live without you. She's not good with romantic relationships (partially because she's never been in one); she doesn't mind getting physical, but the emotional part drives her away. She's scared of men, in an odd way, and doesn't like being close to them on an emotional level (unless they're gay).
It's not obvious, but Ali's "sluttiness" is deep rooted and started when she was thirteen, along with her substance abuse, as a way of regaining control she lost and as a way of escaping her pain. Her neediness and desperation for company--someone she can trust and rely on, is from her loss.
FEAR IS WITHERING THE SOUL
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NATIONALITY:
Spanish & German Roma
HOME TOWN:
Small village in Spain.
FINANCIAL STATUS:
Low, low class.
PARENTS:
Heidi Wagner, 31, Unemployed, Dead
Stephano Cortez, 35, Unemployed, Dead
SIBLINGS:
None.
OTHERS:
Aunt in Germany.
HISTORY:
Ali was born in a very small village in Spain to two wanderers, or Gypsies, and grew up there, partially. When she was eight, her parents were murdered, and she had the misfortune of watching. The killer, some random drunk, tried to kill her too, but she got away. After that, she lived in a hospital for a year before moving in with her aunt in Germany for a few months. Her aunt was a muggle, and had an abusive husband and uncle, so one day Ali just ran off. Her aunt found her, and decided to send her to her cousin in London.
From there Ali lived the life of witches and wizards, and was properly intrigued, but didn't quite understand that that's why her aunt sent her away. She wasn't particularly expecting anything out of it, let alone an acceptance letter into one of the most famous--if not the most famous schools for witches and wizards. She went, curiously, and rather enjoyed the school.
Shortly after arriving, however, her aunt's cousin became very ill, and while still alive, was incapable of caring for Ali--or even leaving the hospital. She wasn't particularly bothered by this, and as she didn't know the woman too well, simply separated herself from her and became independent. For a while things were okay, but summer hit and Ali realized she had nowhere to go... so she simply adopted her Romani culture and wandered until school started up again. And that's basically been her life since.
SEE WHO I AM
-------------------- BREAK THROUGH THE SURFACE.[/color][/font][/center]
ALIAS:
Ali.
RP EXPERIENCE:
Something like 8 years.
OTHER CHARACTERS:
None.
SAMPLE POST: Oh, God. Can I c/p? I'm c/p'ing. If that's not okay, you know, I'll change it. But otherwise I'm c/p'ing.
Sirona could not say that it felt... strange... to be with a human, discussing the things they were. She hadn't been a vampire much longer than a year, so her human memories and activities and relationships seemed... normal. She started sinking into her own thoughts, but Bam pulled her back, and she started before saying, "I never thought of it that way... maybe... But what if it annoys him too? I'm not telepathic, expecially with vampires, and he's kind of hard to read on his own..." When he asked if she wanted another bottle of Tru:Blood, she quickly shook her head. "No, the two I've had have taken the edge off, and I need to save some for Ian...." She silenced, listening, staring into her nearly empty bottle of blood. "Trust me... the security will do better at keeping outsiders safe than it will keeping us safe. With two powerful vamps around, you barely even need seurity... well, at least with me around..." She paused. "Yes... Vampires need invited in... and you can take back the invitation whenever you want or need... I know Ian can get a little... out of hand, being a new vamp.... and as you saw, I have great control over myself, but blood.... Even human blood drives me nuts. I ignore it for the most part, but if I'd been any longer without feeding you could've been in some trouble. And I'm sorry I put you in that kind of danger... I just... the blood." 'The blood' was enough explanation on its own, for a vampire, and she hoped he understood. "If I ever attack you, or do anything against your will... Rescind the invitation immediately, okay? And don't go outside to check that I'm okay. You'll get yourself killed..." His comment made her realize just how pathetic she'd looked, naked, bloodied, and shivering on a stranger's doorstep. "I... I'm sorry I just showed up like that... I had to leave on very... short notice. I didn't have enough time to get clothes or anything. But.... Your... wife's...?... clothes fit me alright, except.... well." Surely he'd noticed her tits had been about to pop out of the t-shirt when she'd put it on. She tried to ignore how emotional his willingness to let her stay made her. He was letting a nearly starved, angry, depressed, lonely vampire stay in his home with no regard to his own safety. "Even if I wanted to go home, I couldn't. Too dangerous... and I can't return to Eric..." The weight of those words hit Sir with the force of a runaway train, and the tears suddenly streamed down as she sobbed into her bloodying hands. "I love him so much," she wailed, "I might never see him again... I wish love alone could save him." She turned in to Bam, leaning against his body for support, trying to keep her bloody tears from staining his shirt and not succeeding. Seeing her mess just made her cry more. "Oh, God! I'm so sorry!" she sniffled. "Look at that mess... I'm sorry! I just..." Gravitate to men that make her feel comfortable? And look at the shit she'd gotten into. She'd been turned against her will, married a guy that was in some deep shit that he hadn't even told her about, and she was crying into the delightfully warm body of a stranger, whose veins, whose very heart sang to her tauntingly, dared her to lose control, just once. She clapped a hand over her mouth and choked back a starved growl. She could not, and would not, eat this man. She'd never accidentally killed before. Even the vampire that had tried to kill Eric... She'd attacked him intending to kill, and it had succeeded. She wasn't going to taint her record now. She'd already had a lick of his blood... And it had tasted sooooooo good, her thoughts tormented her. She gave a squeak and yelped as her fangs snapped out forcefully. "I-I'm sorry!" she cried desperately, hoping the sudden appearance of the deadly weapons hadn't scared him. "Th-this isn't... good. This isn't good at all." Why wasn't the Tru:Blood working?! Had she seriously gone that long without blood? Had what she thought was three days really been three weeks? Or maybe even longer? Her mind seemed to disconnect from the rest of her. She saw herself lunge at Bam, throw him to the ground. She felt her fangs sink into the ever welcoming flesh and felt the blood gush into her mouth, felt the rush of it, felt the orgasmic pull it had on her. She wanted to stop, she tried to stop, but she couldn't make herself. She sobbed as she drank from him, and in moments where she pulled away to gasp for breath, she apologized for doing this to him, betraying him, hurting him, enjoying him. Finally, her body made a little ding! and she pulled away, instinctively knowing she'd had enough, that she didn't need more. She desperately felt Bam's femoral artery, and put her ear to his chest, hoping she hadn't killed him in her frenzy. "I'm so sorry," she kept sobbing, clinging to his body, as if all her guilt and self-hate and disbelief and regret would seep into him, and he would understand what she'd done and why. "I tried," she told him through the tears. "I tried to hold back. I tried not to go batshit crazy on you..." A thought suddenly registered in her mind, and she blindly tore her own wrist and put the wound to his lips. "Drink... you'll heal, and then we can just ignore this happened, and we can go back to... whatever. Anything. Just please, don't hate me! I didn't want to--" She stopped herself. What if he wasn't paying attention? What if he was so angry with her, he was ignoring her? What if he was dead? Sir let out another sob and desperately pushed her wrist closer to him, hoping beyond hope that his hands would take her arm in a caress, and his lips would dance over the wound like a living seal, and that he would pull at the wound like a butterfly pulled at the nectar of a flower, until this flower happened to close itself to his invasion, even if that invasion saved him.
Just ignore the word "context" ever existed and pretend you know that it's some weird True Blood AU. Also never expect my posts to be that long, because you'll be sorely disappointed for ages then one day it'll happen and the surprise will just be that much sweeter.
THE WORLD IS IN OUR HANDS
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THIS APPLICATION WAS MADE BY MIA OF CAUTION AND POTTERWATCH.
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