BLEU, ALAINA [DONE]

[alaina rae bleu]

_{YEAH, THIS IS NOT NATURAL:}

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ALAINARAEBLEU
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NAME

[/b][/font] Alaina Rae Bleu
NICKNAMES[/b][/font] Call her anything but Alaina and watch her claw your eyes out. Those close to her were able to call her Ali, Laina, and Lain, but fat chance you'll get close to her.
BIRTHDAY[/b][/font] January 13th.
AGE Twenty.
ORIENTATION Bisexual.
SEX Female.
ALLIANCE Zombie, bitch.
ALLIANCE ROLE N/A[/blockquote][/blockquote]

_{FORGET SUPERNATURAL, CAUSE ALL}

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THEPHYSICAL
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BUILD If you can get past the whole zombie-decaying thing, she's actually very pretty. She has a slim figure even though she's a little short, 5'3 ½ to be exact. Her arms and legs are muscular but not masculine looking. Anything else? Look at the picture because we all know that Logan is lazy as fuck.
HAIR COLOR Naturally brown but often has blonde streaks.
EYE COLOR Brown.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES Snakebites, septum.
PLAYBY Samantha Gonzalez

_{ACROSS THE SKY, THEY CAN HEAR YOU ON}

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THEPERSONALITY
THE OTHER SIDE A SCREAM THAT'S LOUD ENOUGH TO WAKE THE DEAD![/center][/font]

LIKES

• human flesh.
• turning others into zombies (hey, it's fun, and you get your own little follower for a while).
• being dominant.
• her brother, niko.
• destruction.
• tearing people down mentally, physically, and emotionally.
• watching people squirm.
• music
• modeling
• drugs
• alcohol
• being virtually untouchable and a killing machine.

DISLIKES

• you
• not getting her way
• being dominated
• bitches (takes one to know one)
• the unknown
• ignorance
• "cute" little animals
• weakness
• her weaknesses being exposed
• being separated from the ones she loves
• being uncomfortable
• disrespect (towards her, she disrespects people all the time)
• others not knowing their place
• betrayal
• rape
• failure
• immaturity
• BEING RICK ROLL'D
• falling ill and being one of the first to take the cure that plunged the earth into eternal chaos.
• everything that isn't on her likes list.

GOALS

• to be reunited with her brother
• to become the all powerful zombie
• first and foremost: survive.

FEARS

• rape.
• losing niko.
• dying... again.
• having someone know her weaknesses and secrets
• failure

OVERALL PERSONALITY Alaina's evil, vicious, and she'll tear you down slowly, menacingly, and painfully. Her tongue is razor sharp (and so are her claws now that she's a zombie) and there are no boundaries for her. She's crossed every line in the book. Believe me, she's not afraid of you or your petty insults because she'll throw one right back at you. She either loves you or hates you; it's more probable that she hates you unless she's fucking you. Alaina is confident. She thinks most her own age are immature and beyond help, therefore she usually hangs around those older than her. The only person she truly trusts is her older brother, Niko (making him a huge fucking weakness). Unfortunately, he's still a human thus creating a wall between the two and their worlds. But, like many other boundaries, she's willing to cross this one too. She's extremely dominant and wants to be the leader of everyone and the expert on everything. Being the confident person she is, she may have even lead herself to believe that she really is. Becoming an "all powerful zombie" really hasn't done much good for her ego, either.

_{ALL ALONE YOU BOUGHT TICKETS FOR}

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THEHISTORY
THE NIGHTMARE AS YOU WAKE THE DEAD! WAKE THE DEAD! OH![/font][/center]

PARENTS Rachel Gallagher (mother), Joseph Gallagher (step-father), Kian Bleu (father, who they've never met)
SIBLINGS Nikolai O'Connor Bleu
OTHERS Aunt, Step-brother (both will currently remain nameless 'cause Cait and I have no clue.)
HISTORY Alaina was born and raised in Dublin, Ireland, with her older brother Nikolai. Her father left the family right after Alaina was born and they never really heard from him again. They struggled financially because her father had been the provider before then. Slowly, her mother went into a depression and started to spend more money on alcohol and drugs than she did food. It wasn't until Alaina was thirteen that her mother found a man that provided for the family and took her mother out of her depression. She was happy, and they no longer struggled financially.

Little did she know that Alaina's step-dad was sexually abusive to Alaina ever since they met. He physically abused Niko. But, they never said a word about it because their mother was so happy. When Alaina was fifteen, she had enough and ran away from home. Two weeks later, the police found her and she was sent away to Fitch with her aunt. As her therapy, she became the neighborhood whore, believing that it would help her forget the wrong her step-father had done to her. She quickly found a love for drugs and alcohol and the effect it had on her. It seemed that the longer she was away from her mother and brother, the angrier she got, thus making her the evil bitch she is today. A year later, her older brother, Nikolai, was imported from Ireland and to where she was in the care of their aunt. They spent the rest of their teenage years in Fitch as well as their current adult years.

During the year of 2012 when the Ebola virus swept the continent, Alaina was one of the first to fall ill. She was quarantined and quickly offered herself up for testing. The virus was painful and agonizing; she either wanted to be cured or die trying (despite the protests from (the few) friends and family). So when they devised a "cure", of course she was one of the first ten patients to take it and she truly believed she was going to be all right for a while. Of course, this isn't what happened; she became one of the first zombies, making her very well respected throughout the undead community. Well... as respected as zombies can get, really. Since she's been a zombie for three years now, she's gained most of her humanity back and learned new skills, making her an extremely deadly zombie. (;

_{THIS IS NOT POSSIBLE! AN EMPTY HOLE IN YOUR}

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THEROLEPLAYER
CHEST WHERE YOUR HEART USED TO BEAT! DOES THIS MEAN WHAT I THINK IT MEANS?[/font][/center]

YOUR NAME Logan. Lo. LO FAN LONG SCHLONG. Be creative.
AGE Muahaha. You'll never know. unlessyou'recaitordannyorkarinaorfromL&L. D:
OTHER CHARRIES No one... yet. I'm a character whore I promise but Cait is worse.
SAMPLE show us what you're made of. ( Starring the wonderful Nattyyy, who will soon be joining us on SOC(K) >D )

Lately, her life was like an emotional roller coaster. She was up, then she was down again, and then did a nauseating loop-de-loop before starting the cycle all over again. It left Nat feeling weary by the end of the day. According to her astrological signs, she was born a Sagittarius but acted more like a Scorpio. At least, that’s what her tarot reading mother had told her. Which basically meant she was really fucking emotional intense, and sometimes reckless. She hadn’t really noticed that side of her until recently when everything kind of turned topsy-turvy. Was there some kind of big change that happened to everyone when they turned eighteen? If it was supposed to feel like her own change, she really hoped that it didn’t happen to everyone.

It all started with Zach Baldwin. She thought back to a few days ago. A few days ago, she had promised her best friend (not to mention herself) that she was done with Zach. For some reason, though, it didn’t feel right to just let that be. The situation called for “going out with a big bang.” Perhaps the reckless side only showed through when she was at an all time low. To sum it up, a friendly game of Truth or Dare had gotten risky when she dared her friend to trash his dorm (although, they all helped since it was an irresistible task, especially for her). Two idiotic slip-ups by her and Chevy (leaving their identification in Zach’s dorm) caused him to find out who the culprits were. Well, Natalia got what she wanted. Zach was done with her. She just didn’t know it would hurt this much.

Her hands clutched the steering wheel in front of her in a death grip. She had told her friends that she was going to go out for a drive, and they really didn’t ask considering the recent past events when her heart was being hit back and forth like in a game of tennis. It was with her best friend Storm, then with Zach, then back to Storm, and then back and forth until she wasn’t even sure who’s side she was on anymore. The logical thing would’ve been to turn away the first day she met him. So why didn’t she? The questions of why gnawed at her insides until she settled on turning on the radio and concentrating on the music instead.

Some alternative rock music blasted from the speakers but soon it was a faded hum in the background where as her thoughts were bugging her again. She stopped at a red light and reached over in the glove box, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. They weren’t hers. Take a wild guess at who’s they were. He wouldn’t be getting them back any time soon, so might as well make some use of the damned cancer sticks. She lit one up before putting the colored end to her lips and taking a drag. As soon as the smoke entered her lungs, she wished to cough, but instead didn’t and exhaled the cigarette smoke smoothly. She rolled down her window a crack and let the smoke crawl through the open window. Why had Zach started smoking? Had he thought it was cool and then got addicted? Or was he like her, trying to eliminate the memory of someone by smoking their cigarettes. She sighed as she took another drag.

Natalia sped up. Where was she? It looked like Fifth Avenue but she wasn’t exactly acute to her surroundings either. A bomb could go off outside her car, and she wouldn’t even notice it. She pressed her foot against the gas pedal, going well above the speed limit. Why? She didn’t know - perhaps she was just being her Sagittarian, reckless self. Not once had the outcome occurred to her. What was the speed limit here? Thirty-five. She checked her speedometer. Fifty-five. Nat pushed to sixty like it was a race against herself.

A stop light up ahead turned yellow, but she was determined that she could make the light if only she picked up speed. Just as she was almost going to make it through the light, it flickered over to red. She slammed her foot on the brakes, but it was too late. Her black PT Cruiser collided against a large greyhound bus.

Natalia’s torso slammed against the steering wheel while the airbag didn’t do much to help her. Glass shattered all around her and shards pierced her skins. She could feel a scream rising in her throat but couldn’t remember if she really had screamed or not. It felt like her small car had crushed like an accordion with the impact. Vehicles around her swerved around them, causing even more accidents around the scene. Sweat dripped down from her brow. Or was that blood? She slowly moved her arm, feeling sharp pains as she moved it but did so anyway. Her fingers touched the liquid, and then she could feel the large gash on her forehead that stung. Definitely blood. Nat put her arm back down and tried to take steady and even breaths, but found them coming out ragged and painful.

The rest of the night passed by in a blur. She assumed the paramedics came and got her before she passed out shortly after.

That was what landed her in the hospital bed. She opened her eyes, blinking a couple times to figure out where she was. Judging by the machine hooked up to her, she was in a hospital. Outside, it looked bright and sunny; a rare occasion during the winter. It also seemed wrong to look so cheerful outside while she was in the hospital, battered and bruised. Using her hands, she sat up straighter in her bed, ignoring the sharp pains in her back and around her ribcage. Her cell phone buzzed beside her on the night stand and she slowly reached for it, checking the caller ID. It was her father. She bit her lip before answering it with a weak hello.

Nat wasn’t even listening to the conversation. Because all she could hear was yelling.

After a while of his yelling and ranting, his voice came softer on the other line. ”Your mother and brothers send their love. They’re worried,”
”Are you coming to see me?”
”No. You’re eighteen now. You’ve got to learn to fend for yourself.”
She grimaced. He couldn’t even come and see his daughter in the hospital. With that answer, she hung up the cell phone and set it beside her on the bed.

She wondered if anyone would come at all. Or would she have to face the harsh reality of fending for herself, alone?

It was a scary thought.