alette soye veridae

[Alette Soye Veridae]

alette soye veridae

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oh there aint no rest for the wicked

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FULL NAME

[/SIZE] alette soye veridae
NICK NAMES[/color] letty
AGE[/color] sixteen, august 1
GENDER[/color] female
SEXUALITY[/color] heterosexual
MEMBER GROUP[/color] werecat fledgling
CAT[/color] peony
AFFINITY[/color] earth - plants, more so. alette can manipulate plants, including wood, vines, plants, fruits and flowers. she can cause plants to manifest out of soil, animate certain types such as vines, and revive withered or dead plants. when in her feline form, a small cluster of plants generally sprout in her footsteps, though die off seconds later
PLAY-BY[/color] lily collins[/blockquote][/blockquote]

OKAY, WHY DON'T YOU TELL US A LITTLE ABOUT YOUR FABULOUS SELF?

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There is an aura of independence and mystery that shields Alette from most of the population, making her come off as shy and fragile. Contrary to that assumption, once she lets loose there is no way to hold her back. She is untamed and wild, does what she wants when she wants. Alette is typically not the girl you would want to bring home to your parents, she is unpredictable and impulsive - there is no telling what she'd spill. That party girl who isn't going anywhere in life, her primary label. She finds comfort in empty shot glasses and loosing control of herself.

Aside from her many flaws, she lacks little confidence when it comes to standing up for herself and is often underestimated. On the days that she's not out messing around, Alette functions discreetly and sticks to herself - mostly because people misjudge her. If someone were to actually get to know her, they'd realize that she's not quite what they expected. She's the optimist - persistent in a charming way, and finds the simple things in life absolutely delightful. On rainy days she finds thick blankets and old movies sensational. Frequently she finds herself observing fledglings and their friendships, and longs to have one all her own. She is undoubtedly a playful young girl at heart, though she'd never let herself admit it.

INTERESTING. AND WHAT ABOUT YOUR FAMILY LIFE?

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Alette was practically born in a bar, the end result of a one night stand. Her mother wasn't the type of woman to settle down, and practically left the newborn on her father's doorstep. She was raised in a small town in Nebraska full of hicks. Her first few years were cliche, she was an average student that never really found anywhere to fit in. Her dad actually seemed as if he cared, though that act faded quickly. By the time she was in middle school she was making excuses so that she didn't have go home, she'd even walk just to sacrifice a few hours. Most nights she came home to a fat, passed out lump on the couch. She'd just slink up to her room and close the door, locking the unfairness of everything away. She was a sharp kid, with clever instincts. Eventually she formed the opinion that school was just a bunch of crap, used to keep all the kids busy five days out of the week so their the parents didn't have to deal with them. Her teachers gave her work and she scoffed.

By the time she was in highschool she was nearly a complete dropout. Alette had three main reasons as to why she even bothered to show. She didn't want to go to truancy court, she didn't want to be at home, and she needed to know who was throwing the next party and when. Before she knew it, she was stealing whole bottles from her father, it wasn't like he was going to notice. By now, he wasn't even her dad, just a stranger and raging drunk. The only time she felt worthwhile was when she felt that hot, burning ache in the back of her throat. It was her new craving, though it wasn't yet an addiction. It was one night, toward the end of her freshman year that changed her life completely. She was at a party and was incredibly annoyed. Everyone that was around her was insignificant. Struggling to keep her eyes open, she glared across the room. She watched in disgust as girls wearing clothes three sizes too small grinded on guys that weren't worth a nickle. Groaning, she stood and stalked off - or tried, rather. Alette tripped on her own feet, and caught herself just before smashing her head into a granite counter top. She felt the impact, but not the pain. Her body was numb. Stumbling back, she fell over a conveniently placed cushion onto a loveseat. Unaware of what was happening, she just watched the mess of people tangled together, sweaty, slurring their words and their drinks. An unfamiliar face caught her attention, though the corners of her vision were blackening. Confused, she fought the exhaustion and urged herself to run - however, her body was no longer her own. It was foreign, and it was then that she let go.

Alette woke in an strange room. The windows weren't covered, but they were dark. Was it still night? Her head was pounding and it felt like her forehead was on fire. She stood up quickly, and found it to be a big mistake. Staggering forward she grabbed her head and tried to focus her vision. Then she stopped, that scent. It was so strong, the scent of cinnamon and apple cider. Alette was perplexed beyond belief, when a man rushed into the room. She held out her hands defensively and backed up. There was something familiar about him. It was the man that she had seen last night. Zain, was his name. He introduced himself hurriedly and clarified everything. Alette stayed with him at his home with other fledglings for the first few days, and eventually found herself residing at the Chicago House of Night. She discovered her affinity as soon as she arrived, and continues on through the days as easily as she can.

SO NOW IT'S A LITTLE MORE PERSONAL!

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YOUR NAME

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EXPERIENCE[/color] a few years
CONTACT[/color] pm would be prefered
CODE FROM THE RULES[/color] i like milk...
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Night had settled, the sun having set off behind the horizon. Sure, Alette was a fourth former, but going to school at night was still strange to her. It was unusual, though the darkness always seemed more welcoming than her old school had. She was outside sitting beneath an old willow tree. Her eyes were closed, though her other senses were alert. Before long, she could hear the shuffling of feet, voices and laughter. There was a distinct clink, the sound of heels against pavement. Just another overdressed fledgling, Alette presumed. Many of the girls here wore expensive, frilly clothing and the werecat just couldn't understand why.

Over the course of a few minutes, many voices were heard though eventually they all faded. Glancing around, there were faint lights on inside the buildings of the school, and Alette knew she was going to have to get going. She just didn't want to go, whatsoever. She felt as if she was grounded next to the willow, something about it's aura was just enticing and comforting. Missing one class wasn't going to kill her. She'd skipped how many in her previous years? A sudden thud collapsed her train of thought and she looked to the sound's origin. An albino feline strolled about then paused to stretch, and Alette greeted her with a smile. The kitten pranced over and climbed into the girl's lap, purring contentedly almost immediately. A shrill breeze started up, and Alette scooted backwards, feeling the tree's exterior warmth envelop her. She sat and meditated on the tree's strange feeling, and if someone wanted to come chew her out for skipping a class then so be it. As if she wouldn't be able to come up with some witty retort.

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