Basic Information[/u]
Name: Allison Red
Age: 15
Height: 5'7
Weight: 130 lbs
Blood Type: O+
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Eye Color: [Plum]Contacts
Hair: Rose
Pass Time InformationHobbies: -Taking long evening walks.
-Sketching.
-Reading.
-Confessing many paragraphs to a diary every week.
-Journalisim.
Talents:-Able to put up with her eldest sister.
-Sketching and/or Drawing.
-House-cleaning.
-Journalisim.
Favorite things:-Writing.
-Photography.
-Slacking, which is hardly acceptable in the Red Family.
-Sketching and/or Drawing.
-Long, quiet evening walks.
-Being alone.
-Boys.
Mental InformationPersonality:Defensive Mood[Out of Battle/Everyday Personality]-Attractive, greeting, friendly. Allison tends to give people the wrong impression when she first meets them by simply her looks, encountering Allison, someone might believe she's some girl with an edge, who stands up for herself and sets her own trends, doesn't care if she's wearing a designer copy because it looks just as good as everyone else's Paris' imports. And even if it didn't, that she thought it looked good and would keep it on just to spite all the sparkles and the glamerous and strapless, fishnet, pearls and crystals everyone else was wearing,
but, no. Allison isn't that type of girl at all, in fact, she's near the opposite, for however beautiful Allison may be, looks don't exactly read out to you the first page on a person. She's actually a very shy girl who'll blush after just being encountered by a boy and she gets cute when people talk polite towards her, she speaks up for other people who can't do it for themselves, and for herself, and when all wrongs head in one person's direction she'll make it right. Yes. Allison hates to see a praticular thing, Hate. so she's adapted a very defensive personality in favor of other people, though when she's not defending or standing up for others who are too numb to speak or too embarrased to, she's a mystery. Sometimes she'll wear a hat to hide her face, or a large jacket to cover her frame, or gloves to hide her lavishly polished fingernails and most the time people take her as a boy, not getting a good look at her body nor face can make a lot of people brew up a lot of assumtions, Allison likes to keep to herself her own business. If it's personal, it's personal and she isn't going to talk about it, no way out of that. It's just a sense of security though, so people who claim to be her "friends" don't go and make fun of her and spread her personal interests or feelings to the world like their advertising McDonalds! Allison, not having much friends in her so-far short run, hasn't ever told anyone what she feels, she keeps quiet at home and keeps to herself there too and she just does what she's told by her rude and bossy sister, Morgan, and there's only one that she's ever shared anything worth keeping a secret with. That specific one, her diary.
Aggresive Mood[In Battle Personality]-Allsion is a very brave girl, who likes to stand up and let her voice be heard, of course, when it's appropiate. When someone's in trouble and Allison's just passing by, it wouldn't be a mistake to think she might help you, the warm heart of the radiant looking girl is larger then one would assume it to be. She'll start the trouble but in turn she'll end it too, fair deal, isn't it? And if she was to join in your already-started trouble then don't expect it to be ending with a very happy ending on your side if it whinds up to be all your fault. Allison likes to think she does the world a favor, or the few kids she manages to help out, when she walks her steps are slient, a hat wraps up her pretty red hair, or at least most of it, her usual jackets keep her frame hidden, she's pretty much a mystery girl stopping on the stumble of her path only when she sees or smells a bad brewing. She'll focus and win in anything she does, or at least give her best shot at doing so, and she'll concentrate more then anyone could. When in a battle, let's say physical with someone else, some stranger, it's almost quite impossible to make Allison unfocused and un-calm, since that's her usual state when in a duel or any other dangerous sport that might involve skin-on-skin activity. Frankly, Allison just knows how to keep a sturdy mood.
Mentality:-Stable.
Ideal:-"Some people just need the chance to open up to someone else and tell them about themselves, and how they feel, everyone isn't just immediatley friendly. Don't judge a book by it's cover, read from first to last before criticizng the story."
Belief:-Non-religious.
Physical InformationBuild:-Allison doesn't work out enough, or exercise in that matter, to have anymore then a weak build of abs showing on her mid-stomach. Too busy house-cleaning to have anytime to do sit-ups and crunches in the morning, Allison sticks with her petie figure.
Head:-Long rose red locks, curled and twirled, all fall from the head of Allison Red. Though her mother was Russian and her father was Irish, Allison inherited red hair from birth, like younger sister Mina, and needless to say her hair is the most important figure of life on her body.
Torso:-Not with a tone of jealousy or disgust, but just the usual comments an older sister should give to her younger sister about appearence, Morgan frequently says to third youngest sibling, "Your a bit top heavy...". And well, Allison can't deny. She's a tomboy, she loves sports and playing sports, she doesn't wear skirts and dresses enough for people to notice, she might wear one of those little tank top thingies once in a while to show some skin on her upper-half but then you'll see her in a T-shirt the next day. But without doubt, Allison agrees with Morgan. There's just a
maybe tossed in there that she just might be right ... a very large maybe.
Arms:-Normal sized arms, not long and lanky, not short and boney. Arms with a good amount of flesh added to them, that lead down to priceless fingernails, velvety skin carressing the bones and structure of the young lady's arms. Allison wouldn't call them anything but normal.
Legs:-Normal sized legs, not long and lanky, not short and boney. Legs with a good amount of flesh added to them, that lead down to priceless penicures and polished nails, velvety skin carressing the bones and structure of the young lady's legs. Allison wouldn't call them anything but normal.
Feet:-Normal sized feet, not chubby and heavy-weight, not boney and delicate. Feet with a good amount of flesh added to them, that fall from priceless
normal legs to penicures and polsihed nails, velvety skin carressing the bones and structure of the young lady's feet.
Apparel Information
Head Gear:Shirts:Pants:Shoes:Misc:Fighting InformationFighting Style:-Freestyle
Years Practiced:-...Is birth acceptional?
Description of style:-Allison doesn't fight a lot because she's always got her mouth shut or doing something, minding her own business, to busy herself with trouble. She gets into other people's problems, gets in fights with the people who want to beat them up, but she's never caused anything that's ever made her deserve or earn a beating, besides stealing Morgan's fourteen karat necklace to wear to Prom in highschool. Allison's way of fighting is a whole bunch of moves pushed together, snap kicks, punches, scissor kicks, jabs, dodges, etc., the works. She doesn't have a specific stlyle, she uses moves she knows, and survives to her best efforts. Fighting. Survial of the fittest, eh?
History InformationHistory:Father-
Patrick H. Red, a wealthy man who made his money playing poker in Casinos' after inheriting hsi father's million dollar fortune. His mother left when he was five-years-old, Patrick had grown up with his father for most of his childhood, and with a nanny for the other half. Patrick's own father wasn't always around to look after him, to fill his bottle and change his diaper, because certain duty calls. As a marine, a soldier, Patrick's dad was away most of the week and home for seventeen hours at the most on days he stayed. When Patrick was eighteen, graduated from high-school with his diploma and so on, enrolling in College, his father had been given an honorable discharge from the army and started to invest in stocks. Stocks, buy 'em for a hell of a lot and sell 'em for more, was his theroy. Allison's grand-father made a whole lot of money because dying at age forty-eight, leaving over eight-hundred-thousand dollars to his son.
Sons to be exact, since Patrick actually did have a brother, who was six years older then him and taken when his mother left, though Scout only inherited a hundred thousand, Patrick walked away with a nine in replacement of one as his first digit. And then? Got even richer playing poker, gambling, and so on in the most stunning Casino's in Las Vegas until meeting future-found wife, Rodney.
Mother-
Jane Rodney. Beautiful young woman from Scoutland, red hair, but it was dyed from brunette. She dropped out of highschool and became a model at age fifteen and moved up in the income, and the hotel-stayovers, over the years. She quit at age twenty-one, went to find another job. Being an orphan, she had no family to support or to look after, she loved kids and she loved families, but didn't have one of her own, easier to make money but harder to live life without the pleasure of seeing what it's like to have children! Jane Rodney was a curious woman, curious of parenting and childcare, as an orphan, none of the orphanage ladies ever treated her bad. They didn't give her candy saying it would give her cavitees and they surely didn't give her ciggarettes! The white tubes they always used as a stress-killers, but they gave her hugs and kisses and support, and Jane wanted to give some children of her own that sort of support as well. But all the fellows Jane had met,
physically and/or personally, were all just part of her modelling career and she found very little interest in all of them. At Twenty-two, Jane Rodney quit her job as a bank teller and flew to Vegas with fifty thousand dollars to spend on herself, saved up from both jobs she'd ever worked in her life. Not including the paper-route in Scoutland. She went to one of the most famous casions by Taxi, stepped out in lace and silk, stepped in with glamour and attention, stepped out with Patrick Red. Future-husband.
Family-
Allison Red was born to Shinbu and Patrick Red, October 11th, Friday, at half past eleven PM. Which wasn't such a big deal after discovering her older sister, Ruby, was born on Valentine's day. She was usually the quiet girl because ... no one talked to her. Crimsonette, like a woman, talked on the phone for hours beyond belief to all his guy friends about upcoming Monster-jeep rallies and somewhat rock concerts, so even if Allison had any friends she wouldn't be able to contact them without going to their houses or schools. Morgan and Ruby shared a typical interest in fashion and were very similar, Morgan tried to please mother Jane hard as she could, and Ruby sucked up to Morgan as well as she could, compliments, flattery was getting her everywhere with the mean elder sister of the Red's. Allison's only friend in the family was Mina, thirteen year old Mina. She was the youngest of the family, and Morgan paid no attention to her because she was such a child that conversations were dim between her and Mina, and Ruby conformed in whatever Morgan did, and Crimsonette was always talking with his guy friends,
Allison and Mina looked out for themselves. Smiled with each other, played with each other and held hands when they went for walks, like real sisters. They were not ashamed that them, being teenagers, were still holding hands like five year-old babies when they crossed the road and walked up the sidewalk, because there was nothing to be ashamed of. But if they were one of the people who thought it was embarrassing for them to do such a thing, they would've been ashamed! Allison remained in a deep sisterly friendship with her younger sister, Mina, who usually offered help with Allison's schoolwork when she went to PHS #101 in New York. Allison took the offer - like any sane person wouldn't?! Mina had a high IQ for a youngster, and Allison was proud of her. Morgan wasn't, she didn't know anything about fashion yet!
She still wore box patterns on her skirts and plain white polo's, tsk, tsk! But not tsk, tsk to Allison, who was proud that Mina was able to have her own opinion. If she liked box patterns and white polo's and sweaters that looked like they were originated in the 18th century then she did! She wasn't Morgan and Morgan had no right to tell Mina what was right if Mina thought it was all wrong! Allison usually stood up for her younger sister, Crimsonette was never arguing with anyone, always on the phone. The Red's just recently moved to California, so Morgan had to switch Colleges' and Ruby had to get a new job, Crimsonette was just fine with moving though as long as he had the cordless phone and unlimited minutes. California was nice anyhow, and so was #259, a school Allison stumbled upon and enrolled in. At first glance. Mr. Red had died a few years ago of cancer, Allison didn't remember what it was specifically but she did recall it was very bad... Her Mother, Forty-three years old now, still lives with them though and she still looks as young and pretty as she did ten years ago. All the Red family, excluding Patrick and Scout and Scout's family, living under one roof. A family that could stay together that long, for twenty-two years, is a family worth looking up to. Worth living in. Worth being part of. The Red's.
Living Status Information[/u]
Type of resident:-Two story house. The second floor is inhabited by the homeowners, the Red family only rents out the lower floor. It's a nice house, the Red's don't usually mingle in the upper floor but the homeowner's family allows them to come up at dinnertime so them and their tenants can all enjoy a whole-heartidly made meal.
Roommates:-Jane/MOM[Mother]
-Morgan[Eldest, Sister]
-Crimsonette[Second Eldest, Brother]
-Ruby[Third Eldest, Sister]
-Mina[Youngest, Sister]
Notice: -"There will be no violence."
Cases Against The Faculty: 0
Cases Of Hurting Students: 0[/color][/center]
