Name~ Aline Clarissa DexterNickname/akas~ Age~ SixteenDOB~ 25 JanuaryGender~ FemaleOrientation~ StraightAppearance~ Is that a glare, or is it?No, I don't like you.Yes?Aline tends to look much older than she truly is, however one puts it. Her height helps immensely- the fair girl hits five feet nine inches and counting. Her build compliments this, as she is wiry and lean into the bargain. Face is rather mature for her age: high cheekbones, arched brows, slender neck, coral-pink lips in a light bow shape. Deep black eyes like the moon on wet tar flecked with grey like veins of silver nestle in the brown skin of Aline’s face, piercing and intent. Upon occasion a few strands of her hair, deep chocolate brown and thin, will fall into them. Normally it falls just past her shoulders in a choppy array cut in just two layers an inch apart, pulled back into a ponytail or tight braid on occasion but more often loose.Personality~ Anyone who’s met Aline since the death of her grandfather have dubbed her the ‘Half-b/tch with family problems and a tendency to cuss’. She certainly lives up to the title; her temperance has been far from the way it was. She’s still intelligent- but a whole lot angrier. Outgoing but tough has turned to anger and darkness.Were someone able to break the shell of hate surrounding Aline however, they would just find an unhappy girl whose inconformity can’t cope with the change. It just doesn’t work with her. Likes~ She doesn’t have that many anymore, but music still has a special place in her heart. She’s never separated from her iPod, which not only is top-of-the-line but has all four of Linkin Park’s CDs (LP has a special place in her heart) as well as plenty of other rock and metal bands. She also enjoys her exercise, and is incredibly fit. Dislikes~ Life for one, mainstream pop for another. Also mashed potatoes, pastel colors, color and happiness in general, unnecessary fripperies, girl’s jeans, fancy shoes, anything involving drawn-out work, and huffy or high-and-mighty people.Traits~ Aline has a thing for pockets. The giant pockets of her prized army jacket are always filled with everything from two pens, a pocketknife, a stack of post-it notes, spare buttons, batteries, and a few hard candies.History~ Well, as you’ve already found out Aline’s grandfather is dead. What you don’t know yet is that the rest of her family is dead too.Aline’s father was an RAF pilot, and he died in combat. Her mother died giving birth to her. The tall girl was raised by her grandparents, and her grandmother died of cancer when she was just five. Aline was raised by her venerable old grandfather, a tough-as-nails man who’d done twenty years in the military service and let his son die trying.For all his tough-as-nails attitude, however, George Dexter loved his granddaughter. That’s why he raised her like he did- letting her learn to fight her own battles, keeping things sharp to a T and making sure her grades stayed up. Sadly, the man was growing old. Just prior to Aline’s fourteenth birthday, George never woke up from his afternoon nap. Aline was nearly heartbroken- but it swiftly turned to darkness as she was hurled into an orphanage for the time being. Other~RELATIONSHIPS~
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