TINKER, alice elizabeth

[ALICE ELIZABETH TINKER]

alice elizabeth tinker !
did snow white really die fighting in the war?

THE DAY WE MET WAS LIKE A HIT AND RUN
and i still taste it on my tongue

[/b][/color] alice elzabeth tinker aka tinker bell
nickname(s): tink
age: seventeen
sexuality: straight
job: waitress at olive garden
from: peter pan[/font][/size][/ul]

THE SKY WAS BURNING UP LIKE FIREWORKS
you made me want you oh so bad it hurts

[/b][/color] five feet, three inches
body type: slender but has curves
hair and eyes: honey blonde, green
clothing style:
Alice is a trendy little thing. Most of her clothes are bohemian/indie looks. She likes vintage ensembles and often get's her best pieces from thrift stores. She prefers mixing and matching high fashion mall pieces with thrift stores goods to create her own unique look. She prefers wearing heels, but will wear ballet flats when necessary.
overall appearance:
Alice is what many would call beautiful. She has lovely pale skin and golden blonde hair most girl would kill for. She has large green eyes frame by thick dark lashes and pretty pouty rosebud lips that many boys say look so kissable. She has perfect nose, a nose plastic surgeons dream about. She is slender but has a few curves. [/font][/size][/ul]

I USED TO BE LOVE DRUNK
but now i'm hungover

[/b][/color]
-pink nailpolish
-thrift stores
-vintage dresses
-sewing machines
-getting what she wants
-shopping
-boys
-mr. peterson
-shoes
-chocolate
-cheese cake
-books
-animals
-drawing
dislikes:
-girls
-missing a sale
-breaking a nail
-getting fat
-not finding clothes in her size
-white chocolate
-not getting what she wants
-school
-failing something
-working
habits:
-bites her nails
-sucks on her tongue
-talks without thinking
-gets jealous easily
-never lies
secrets:
-is in love with mr.peterson
-secretly tinker bell in disguise
personality:
Alice, aka Tinker Bell, is what some would call a bitch. She's outspoken and defiant. Hot headed and stubborn. She can be vindictive when she doesn't get her way or when some one pisses her off. She can sometimes be violent when severely angered but she rarely gets angry enough to physically hurt someone.

Alice gets jealous easily, especially when it has to do with MR PETERSON. She hates it when girls touch him or any other man in her life. Some think she's by polar, since she has extreme mood swings. Going from loving friend to vindictive bitch in the blink of an eye.

But despite her rather mean personality, Alice is a loyal friend. She's trustworthy and would never betray her friends, not for all the pixie dust in the world. If you're lucky enough to get on her good side, you'll have a friend for life.[/font][/size][/ul]

YOU DROVE ME CRAZY EVERY TIME WE TOUCHED
now i'm so broken that i can't get up

[/b][/color] Margret Tinker, 43, deceased
father: Jonathan Tinker, 54, lawyer
siblings: n/a
other family: Mr.Peterson[/font][/size][/ul]

I'M CHECKING INTO REHAB
cause everything that we had didn't mean a thing to you

[/b][/color] Madame Meg
role-playing experience: 6/7 years
age: 19
secret phrase: phrase has been removed by admin
anything else: n/a
RP sample:
Anastasia pushed the doors of Meriwether open. The weather was pretty nice. The clouds looked all puffy and white and the sky was super blue. One would think a pretty seventeen year old girl like her would be pleased to see such fair weather. One the contrary, today seemed dreary and seemed to drag on and on. Meriwether seemed stuffy and tight. Her only escape was outside. Anastasia had only been here for a month and she had already been locked in solitary four times. She hated this place. She couldn't stand it anymore. She missed her brother. She missed holding him and reading him a bed time story. She missed how Alexi would run into her room and jump on her bed. Alexi was a sweet little boy. Too bad he had to live with that devil man they called father. And that hooker of a step mom.

Mom. If only she were here now. Anastasia looked at her watch. At exactly 2:31 pm today, her mother shot herself. Anastasia remembered it like it was yesterday. She remembered walking in, announcing herself, throwing her book bag down on the expensive hardwood floor and rushing into the kitchen. She remembered her mothers face. A pleading look. Her eyes said "I'm sorry" and "I love you". And in a split second her mothers head was lying on the table. And the blood. Oh god the blood was every where. Dripping down the table, splattered on the walls, a pool surrounded her mothers face.

Anastasia's hands balled into fists. She pushed back the memories into the back of her mind. She tried desperately to get rid of them. But occasionally they resurfaced. Anastasia made her way over to the pond. This was her favorite spot. Ever since she was little, she had been in love with water. It had always calmed her down. She remembered going on the boat with her family. She always fell asleep. Anastasia picked up a stone and tossed it into the pond. She watched as the ripples spread out. She tossed another stone in. Anastasia looked at her watch again.

2:31.
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