PORTER, Aliyah

[Aliyah Porter]

†Aliyah Corinne Porter†

W H A T I F I S A Y I ' M N O T L I K E T H E O T H E R S ?
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what if i say i'm not just another one of your plays?

full name:Aliyah Corinne Porter
nicknames:Ali
birthday:September 6
age:19
gender:female
sexuality:Straight
human or vampire:Human

social status:Upper Class

Y O U ' R E T H E P R E T E N D E R .
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what if i say i will never surrender?

birth place:A long while away from Devil's Hollow in a place called Sellarsville

parents:Frannie and Gilbert Porter
siblings:None
pets:Giovanna (White arabian mare)
other:

I ' M T H E V O I C E I N S I D E Y O U R H E A D Y O U R E F U S E T O H E A R .
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i'm the face you have to face, mirroring your stare.

eyes:Hazel
hair:black
build:small, thin and petite, some curves
other featuresLight toned skin, pouty lips and nice shaped eyes.

I ' M W H A T ' S L E F T . I ' M W H A T ' S R I G H T . I ' M T H E E N E M Y.
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i'm the hand that'll bring you down, bring you to your knees.

likes:MEn, dresses, painting, drawing, animals, having money, rebelling at times, almost being done school, sushi, flowers, outdoors, the stables, horse back riding, flirting, being pretty
dislikes:Her father, how ignorant and obvilous her mother is, being hit, people yelling, school, being cooped up, blood, messing up a painting, getting distracted, falling from her horse

personality:Aliyah seems like a proper young women, and she is. But at times she gets carried away, she trusts people easily and likes to get into trouble when she's angry with her parents. Aliyah is headstrong, and self supportive.

strengths:Where she lacks in strength, she gains in quickness. She's agile, a quick thinker and doesn't give in easily, especially when she's determined.
weaknesses:Her size. injuries, including blood (makes her quesy) how easily she trusts people

fears:Blood, being abused more harshly
secrets:Her father hits her, he's an abusive drunk

aspiration:To get away from her mother and father as soon as possible and live her life.

S O W H O A R E Y O U ? Y E A H , W H O A R E Y O U ?
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yeah, who are you? yeah, who are you?

history:

Being the only child in the family, Aliyah was given anything she pleased. Her mother taught her all the things a proper young women should know, and Aliyah fit the part perfectly. Her life for the first thirteen years would be the years any young girl would dream about. Anything Ali wanted, she was presented with. The young girl never got cocky with what she had, if anything, she helped out her friends, asking for things they had always wanted, and then handing them off to them.

Aliyah was always a good person, something she didn't learn from her parents. Her father, Gilbert, was a drunken asshole, who always took things for granted, holding onto his money like it would mean life or death without it. Her mother, Frannie... just a stuck up snob who looked down apon any poor man like they were a earthworm. She treated them lower than dirt. It made Ali sick, and she was embarressed to walk with her mother and father sometimes, finding them to be so rude.

Aliyah adored having nice things, and she could never imagine being poor, but she never looked down on them. At age fourteen she befriended a poor girl, and once her father found out.. well that was the beginning of the beating. For years to come, after Gilbert decided he liked hitting his daughter, it became a frequent thing. Whenever he was pissed, drunk of just annoyed, he would take it out on Ali. Even when she never did anything wrong. While her stupid mother was forcing her to try to look her best, talk her best and bring in rich men to take her away in marriage. This turned Ali away from her parents, and she did everything to resent them, getting into trouble, getting messy with things, trying to talk in bad manners, but all that got her were more bruises and cuts. She's in school most of the time today, but her bruises are still present, and deep down, Ali is looking for some way to leave, but without starting all over again.

K E E P Y O U I N T H E D A R K
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you know they all pretend.

experience:One year

"YAH" A distant voice called out on the beautiful spring afternoon. No clouds, a bright sun, and a cooling wind. How perfect. Muffled hoof beats started coming withing hearing range, they were traveling fast and steady. As the pounding hoofs got closer, a black flash passed by, only to speed down the open park grassy field, toward the trees.

With a stern 'whoa' from the slim figure sitting atop of the pretty little mocha colored horse, it dropped it's hindquarters and slid to a stop, tucking nicely and throwing his head down. With a few pats on the neck, Rowan made a kissing noise to her horse, and he stood up straight and walked along, nostrils quivering and flaring. A breathless smile sat apon the pretty young woman's face, she was ontop of the world when atop of a horse's back. They were her savior, her safety, her stress relief. They made a bad day good, and a good day better. When times were tough, she'd tack up a horse and gallop it, forgetting the world for the short amount of time she melted and blended with the animal that carried her. Some people don't realize that the bond between a horse and rider is so strong, and it means a lot. Most people didn't realize what horses did for people who's lives are tough, Rowan did. She was lucky she stumbled apon horses, they are the reason she is who she is today. Strong. confident and most important an achiever.

Holding the reins with one hand, the other pushing the light brown hair from her face, Rowan looked out toward the paved path that lead to the playground. She would have to pass it to get to the lake, and she was fine with that. She had a child herself, and she had her at a young age. 16 to be exact. Yes, she was a young mother and was proud of it, she wasn't like typical idiot teen mothers, she knew what she was doing and had plenty of support from her family.

Passing the playground, Mocha perked his ears up stared at the giggling children. He had been around kids for awhile since Rowan had him around her daughter Kaylee almost every other day. Kids saw the horse pass by and they giggled and stared, one little girl even ran up to the horses side, wanting to pet it. Mocha was no phased by the girl running up, thank god. Most horses would have startled and could have hurt this little girl, but not Mocha. He ducked his head and lipped at the pretty little girl's dress. The girl smiled and patted the horse, smiling to Rowan before running back to her mother as she called to her. Rowan clucked and Mocha picked up a trot, hooves clicking on the pavement.

Reaching the lake, Rowan stopped Mocha and slid from his back. She tossed the reins loosely around Mocha's neck and then took off his saddle, laying it on the ground beside her. Putting her hair in a bun, she sat down with a sigh, fixing her black camie and then laying down on the ground, arms flung out to her sides. Mocha's brown eyes stared down at her, and then he too sighed and took a few steps forward, ducking his head and grabbing a mouthful of grass, before picking his head back up and staring out into space as he chewed aimlessly at the grass in his mouth...

secret phrase:You get what you give

[Markos Harper]