Post by Alisa Johnson on Jun 24, 2008 12:21:38 GMT -5
Name: Alisa Johnson
Birthday: Aug 18th
Race: werewolf
Age: 20
Grandparents: -
Parents: Inez and Trey
Children: -
Crush/Love:-
Sexuality: Straight
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 102
Body Build: tall; selender.
Hair Color: brown, maybe black.
Eye Color: demin blue
Skin Tone: tan, but more on the pale side.
Celebrity photo:
Celebrity Claim: Alexis Bledel.
Appearance: [give detail, no pictures here.]
History: [History must be at least two paraghraphs.]
Alisa was born just like any other. She was born on a regular summer night. She was just like any other little girl, right? Wait, wrong! Alisa wasn't your normal human, in fact she wasn't even human at all. No, she was a werewolf. Just like her mother and father. Being a werewolf didn't really change things in her life. She was born in Athens, Greece. And that's where she spent most of her years. She went to school like any other. Greece was her home, along with many other people, vampires, and other werewolves alike. Alisa was not alone in the world.
She was considered normal, like one of the guys, or one of the girls. Which ever slang someone used. She was considered a normal person, like everyone else. She played sports along with others. One or two people knew of her fury little problem. But they also went through the same thing. They where one as well. But at the age of eight teen, Alisa was just plain bored with Athens, and Greece. All of her life she had seen nothing but Greece. It was her home, it was all she knew. Even with the beautiful sites, and anything you could imagine there, it had become dull to her. She wanted away for a few years. And that's what she did. Right after school she decided to leave her family behind and set off toward a diffrent coast.
She had her few lessons in Greece. When she was born, every day since then. The night when she was forced to change. She remembered it all, and she dealt with it even when she moved away. But she did not think it would stop it form happening anyway. It had taken a bit of time to get use to the wolf form. To change into it. To get use to the stronger keen of smell, of hearing, and the ability to run faster. Or hunting for food, and just changing at all. She had soon enough gotten the hang of most of it. The smells, and hearing did not bother her as much as they did. Alisa was able to change at will with no problem after a time of practice. It was no longer a problem.
But being forced to change. That was another thing. She loathed having to do it on those nights. That was a problem for her. It involved pain, a lot of it to. She didn't like it one bit, it was painful, very so the first night she had to change. And so for the second and the third. But the pain did not increase, it decreased. To a point where she could handle it. It was less pain for Alisa to endear, but it was none the less, still there.
Her life in the new town seemed just to be the same. She was just like everyone else almost. Of course it wasn't her home, it didn't feel like Greece at all. But she got use to living in a small apartment, and working for a living. Clubbing and wondering where easy now. After spending three years there she knew the place very well.
Personality:
Alisa acts more like a teenager. It's like she never got over that stage in life. She has a short temper, in which she'll get an attitude with whom ever made her temper go off. But Alisa is different when not in her mood. She can be some what kind and helpful. She loves to tease people. SO far it only went to far once. But she never gave up on the habit. Alisa will sometimes want to get her blood pumping, in which she'll head to the club and dance. Or even fight. But that's rare. Considering she only does it with friends who are willing to fight. It's just out of fun.
You wouldn't really call her typical, she has her own definition of cool. Somethings someone thinks are lame, she considers cool. That's just Alisa for you. When she was younger and at school, she seemed to follow her own rules, and she still does that now. Not as much but she still does. All through school she dreamed, her head was always in the clouds. She still does that as well. Alisa is oblivious to the fact that she's more like a teenager more than a twenty year old. She has this thing, where she'll walk around with her eyes closed. She'll be perfectly fine, and just walk around with her eye closed, hidden behind her eye lids. It's as if she doesn't need her eyes. But on this sort of day, she'll only open them if she's really excited, or is provoked to an extent. She a foolish kind of girl, who doesn't act seriously; only when someone has provoked her, or made her mad, does she become serious.
Alisa also has this little thing, where she smirks and ends up talking in almost riddles. Or she'll give you the truth, in sort of a twisted way. This usually takes place when she has her eyes closed. Sometimes she'll do it out of fun, and even just to do it. it's something she's done since she was a little kid, so she might even do it with out noticing she did it.
Alisa is the outspoken type. She loves to be in the lead. Though she will back down and let someone else take it for a change. She's the type of girl that will say what she means, and how she means it. Though she knows when to shut up, it's quiet hard to keep it shut. Alisa can be quiet at times. But it's not often some see her like that. She's goofing off during the night and when she doesn't have to work. And even at work she gets in a laugh or two. Alisa is bright, and clever. She's an on your feet thinker. She even can think things to the fullest. Plan it out, to make the better things come, or just do it then and see what happens. She does either.