Post by ~*~Alice~*~ on May 29, 2007 23:11:27 GMT
Full Name: Alice Olivia Harvey
Nickname: Allie, Al
Age: 17
Date of Birth: 22/12/1989
Weight: 116lb
Height: 5'8"
General Appearance: She'd not an absolute giant but she'd not short. She stands at 5'8" and she has an athletic body type due to seven years of riding and gymnastics since she was five. None of her facial features are particularly distinctive, they're all just averagely sized. Her hair is a golden brown colour and curly and her eyes are a chocolately brown.
Clothing Style: Alice hasn't got any particular style, she'll wear anything really. One day, she'll be wearing skinny jeans, converses and graphic t-shirts, the next she'll be wearing a dress or skirt. Her style always reflects her mood, day to day.
Likes:
+ Horses
+ Hugs
+ Listening to Music
+ Singing
+ Drawing
+ Friends
+ Photography
+ Sunshine
Dislikes:
+ Maths
+ Geography
+ When people are unhappy
+ Rain
General Personality:Once she gets to know you, she's a warm, friendly and lively person - but it takes a long time to build a bond of trust with her. She's had so many people in her life who have pretended to be her friend and have turned out to be a bully, someone softening her up so that when the bullying started, it would hurt her a lot more. She is also extremely loyal to you, once you're her friend. She is very self-conscious however, about certain parts of her. Namely her nose and teeth. She really hates those parts of her. Sometimes, she just wishes that she could be perfect.
Due to her photography and an interest in drawing, Oralee is very artistic and finds it easy to relax. Especially when she's alone, in her own place. She loves neutral and pastel colours for decoration, but her paintings and drawings are full of crazy, bold colours. She is really determined, once she sets her mind to something, she has to do it. And she's willing to work hard until it's done. Basically, she's messed up. She doesn't dress in a girly style at all, but her personality - sensitive and afraid of confrontation makes her seem weak and a lot younger than she really is.
Close Family: Mum - Helena Harvey, Dad - Daniel Harvey
Brother - Ryan Harvey, Sister - Hope Harvey
History:
The youngest child. Alice was born in London in 1988. Her two older siblings, who were twins were five at the time. As they all got older, her siblings began to tease Alice. And all because she was the youngest.
Her interest in photography started at a young age, when she was four she noticed a camera for the first time. She'd found it in her parents room while she'd been looking for her Christmas present. But the moment she saw it she was entranced, she wasn't sure why. She'd picked it up and turned it over and over in her hands. Then, by accident, she'd pressed the button, the camera had flashed and taken a picture. Alice was terrified, she thought that she'd broken it, so of course, she'd run away. But when the pictures were developed, amongst the pictures was one special photo. A perfectly framed picture of a scared looking Alice.
At school she was bullied relentlessly and she didn't know what to do about it. They threatened to hurt her even more if she told anyone. So, she just cried. This, of course, caused them to bully her even more.
But, it was when she was nine that she received a digital camera for her birthday. It was the best present so ever got. Ever. It wasn't the most posh, most expensive camera ever, but it was hers. She began to build up her portfolio and even learnt to edit pictures on photoshop.
Nothing else happened over the years, she began to ride and was naturally good at it. Eventually, her parents decided to send her off to boarding school.
And of course, her portfolio is two inches thick...
Riding Level: Intermediete
Riding History: Alice isn't one of those people who began to ride at an early age even though she had wanted to since she was five. She started when she was ten and she loved it. She improved steadily over the years. She's won a few competitions but she hasn't entered loads. She loved riding for the thrill and freedom, not the glory.
Sample Post:
It started like any other day, Oralee got up, got teased and then went off to do her own thing. And today, it was present-hunting day. Her parents were out of the house for the day, leaving an aunt in charge. But it just so happened that this aunt was the kind of person who tired easily, and she fell asleep on the couch pretty early on in the day. So Oralee and her siblings were left to do whatever they pleased.
With a birthday in four days time, Oralee couldn't resist just one peek at her presents. She wasn't nosy, just curious. So the little girl had crept into her parents room on the tips of her toes, though she didn't really have to worry, her aunt slept through anything. Where to begin? The wardrobe? It was a large wardrobe, an antique, made of solid oak. As I'm sure you can imagine, it was very impressive, and to a very intelligent four-year-old it was a massive masterpiece. Oralee was almost scared to touch it, let alone open it. But she did. Just to be disappointed, the wardrobe was full to bursting of clothes. Rows upon rows, shelves upon shelves of clothes. Boring! Oralee wanted presents!
With a sigh, Oralee closed the heavy carved oak door and span around. And there on the bed, was a most amazing thing. She had no idea what it was, but the young girl's curiosity got the better of her. She picked up the strange, mysterious object. What was it? It was black and an odd shape, a sort of box with a tube sticking of it. The girl turned the thing over and over in her small hands, examining the various scattered buttons. She wondered what they did...
It was actually an accident when she pressed the button. She had the camera facing up at her and then...flash! In panic, Oralee dropped it back onto the bed, terrified that she'd broken it. Now it was fear, not curiosity that got the better of her and she fled from the room.
Two weeks later, on a Saturday afternoon and mom was finally home. She'd been out for ages getting the pictures on the camera developed, and she'd been gone for ages. Eagerly, Oralee wanted to see the pictures, now that she understood what that box thing was. A camera - something that took a picture of something, like painting a scene, but quicker. Wait...was that her? Staring back at her was a face, a terrified face. It was her, two weeks ago...
To her surprise, the picture was perfectly framed, her head was in the centre. It was surprisingly effective.
And from that moment on...Oralee knew that photography was her calling.
Nickname: Allie, Al
Age: 17
Date of Birth: 22/12/1989
Weight: 116lb
Height: 5'8"
General Appearance: She'd not an absolute giant but she'd not short. She stands at 5'8" and she has an athletic body type due to seven years of riding and gymnastics since she was five. None of her facial features are particularly distinctive, they're all just averagely sized. Her hair is a golden brown colour and curly and her eyes are a chocolately brown.
Clothing Style: Alice hasn't got any particular style, she'll wear anything really. One day, she'll be wearing skinny jeans, converses and graphic t-shirts, the next she'll be wearing a dress or skirt. Her style always reflects her mood, day to day.
Likes:
+ Horses
+ Hugs
+ Listening to Music
+ Singing
+ Drawing
+ Friends
+ Photography
+ Sunshine
Dislikes:
+ Maths
+ Geography
+ When people are unhappy
+ Rain
General Personality:Once she gets to know you, she's a warm, friendly and lively person - but it takes a long time to build a bond of trust with her. She's had so many people in her life who have pretended to be her friend and have turned out to be a bully, someone softening her up so that when the bullying started, it would hurt her a lot more. She is also extremely loyal to you, once you're her friend. She is very self-conscious however, about certain parts of her. Namely her nose and teeth. She really hates those parts of her. Sometimes, she just wishes that she could be perfect.
Due to her photography and an interest in drawing, Oralee is very artistic and finds it easy to relax. Especially when she's alone, in her own place. She loves neutral and pastel colours for decoration, but her paintings and drawings are full of crazy, bold colours. She is really determined, once she sets her mind to something, she has to do it. And she's willing to work hard until it's done. Basically, she's messed up. She doesn't dress in a girly style at all, but her personality - sensitive and afraid of confrontation makes her seem weak and a lot younger than she really is.
Close Family: Mum - Helena Harvey, Dad - Daniel Harvey
Brother - Ryan Harvey, Sister - Hope Harvey
History:
The youngest child. Alice was born in London in 1988. Her two older siblings, who were twins were five at the time. As they all got older, her siblings began to tease Alice. And all because she was the youngest.
Her interest in photography started at a young age, when she was four she noticed a camera for the first time. She'd found it in her parents room while she'd been looking for her Christmas present. But the moment she saw it she was entranced, she wasn't sure why. She'd picked it up and turned it over and over in her hands. Then, by accident, she'd pressed the button, the camera had flashed and taken a picture. Alice was terrified, she thought that she'd broken it, so of course, she'd run away. But when the pictures were developed, amongst the pictures was one special photo. A perfectly framed picture of a scared looking Alice.
At school she was bullied relentlessly and she didn't know what to do about it. They threatened to hurt her even more if she told anyone. So, she just cried. This, of course, caused them to bully her even more.
But, it was when she was nine that she received a digital camera for her birthday. It was the best present so ever got. Ever. It wasn't the most posh, most expensive camera ever, but it was hers. She began to build up her portfolio and even learnt to edit pictures on photoshop.
Nothing else happened over the years, she began to ride and was naturally good at it. Eventually, her parents decided to send her off to boarding school.
And of course, her portfolio is two inches thick...
Riding Level: Intermediete
Riding History: Alice isn't one of those people who began to ride at an early age even though she had wanted to since she was five. She started when she was ten and she loved it. She improved steadily over the years. She's won a few competitions but she hasn't entered loads. She loved riding for the thrill and freedom, not the glory.
Sample Post:
It started like any other day, Oralee got up, got teased and then went off to do her own thing. And today, it was present-hunting day. Her parents were out of the house for the day, leaving an aunt in charge. But it just so happened that this aunt was the kind of person who tired easily, and she fell asleep on the couch pretty early on in the day. So Oralee and her siblings were left to do whatever they pleased.
With a birthday in four days time, Oralee couldn't resist just one peek at her presents. She wasn't nosy, just curious. So the little girl had crept into her parents room on the tips of her toes, though she didn't really have to worry, her aunt slept through anything. Where to begin? The wardrobe? It was a large wardrobe, an antique, made of solid oak. As I'm sure you can imagine, it was very impressive, and to a very intelligent four-year-old it was a massive masterpiece. Oralee was almost scared to touch it, let alone open it. But she did. Just to be disappointed, the wardrobe was full to bursting of clothes. Rows upon rows, shelves upon shelves of clothes. Boring! Oralee wanted presents!
With a sigh, Oralee closed the heavy carved oak door and span around. And there on the bed, was a most amazing thing. She had no idea what it was, but the young girl's curiosity got the better of her. She picked up the strange, mysterious object. What was it? It was black and an odd shape, a sort of box with a tube sticking of it. The girl turned the thing over and over in her small hands, examining the various scattered buttons. She wondered what they did...
It was actually an accident when she pressed the button. She had the camera facing up at her and then...flash! In panic, Oralee dropped it back onto the bed, terrified that she'd broken it. Now it was fear, not curiosity that got the better of her and she fled from the room.
Two weeks later, on a Saturday afternoon and mom was finally home. She'd been out for ages getting the pictures on the camera developed, and she'd been gone for ages. Eagerly, Oralee wanted to see the pictures, now that she understood what that box thing was. A camera - something that took a picture of something, like painting a scene, but quicker. Wait...was that her? Staring back at her was a face, a terrified face. It was her, two weeks ago...
To her surprise, the picture was perfectly framed, her head was in the centre. It was surprisingly effective.
And from that moment on...Oralee knew that photography was her calling.
