Alisha Riley Stone

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001. NAME• Alisha Riley Stone
002. NICKNAME• Allie, Ali, Lish, Riley, Lisha, RyRy, Stoner
003. AGE• Twenty One
004. BIRTHDATE• March 25
005. WHERE YOU LIVE?• New York.. Likes to Travel around the world.

001. YOUR FACE• Jordana Brewster
002. HAIR• Dark brown hair, sometimes looks black, but she sometimes feels like putting in lighter brown highlights.
003. EYES• Her eyes are ocean blue, but for some reason when she gets really mad they chance to a crazy yellow green. Not only that but sometimes a greyish blue when she is upset, sad and etc.
004. HIEGHT• Around the height of 5’4” not a midget by law lol
005. WEIGHT• 124 pounds
006. BODY MODS• She has her ears pierced 2 times and a small tattoo of a butterfly an inch in from her right pelvic bone.
007. FASHION/STYLE• What ever she feels like. Jeans, baggy pants, shorts, sweats, tank tops, t-shirts, tube tops, hoodies, layered wear. Could look ghetto one day and super casual the next. Necklace always as well as a ring on ever finger but the pinkies and her left thumb, wears 2 on the right thumb, and bangles.

001. LIKES• The occasional drink, singing, dancing, traveling, writing, drawing, hanging with friends, swimming, driving, partying, and somewhat forceful guys, guys who know what they are doing.
002. DISLIKES• Being alone, rushing around, having to focus for more than an hour on something boring, bratty people, authority figures, failure, being human, not finding someone she can truly love.
003. FEARS• drowning, bugs, needles, her own blood, being alone in unknown places.
004. STRENGTHS• Not easily provoked, can fight, singing, quick on feet, can drive quite well, is caring.
005. WEAKNESSES• Can trust too easily sometimes, acts stupid thought she isn’t, when she gets in a fight she usually lasts a long time before ever bleeding but once she does the person can beat her easily, caring can get her in trouble in most cases, when she finds a guy she could potentially like she gets really shy around them.
006. ODDITIES• Having pneumonia 2 times as a child and being taken away from a single mother does stuff to you. Alisha found that she was adopted at the age of six and ever since she feels like she owes people help, because even though she was adopted she was treated horribly.
007. ORIENTATION• Straight, but can act Bi
008. SPECIFIC MORALS• When help is needed she tries to help her best, she doesn’t like to see people that need help and do not get any. She is generally a helpful person.
009. PERSONALITY OVERVIEW•

Alisha is really understanding and will always try to help someone when they need it. Whether this person is the person that hates her or the person that loves her she will always try to help them. When in danger she tries to do it by herself though, she likes to be independent though in most cases when she is the most stubborn on not getting help that’s when she needs the help the most.

Alisha likes to be random, but not the annoying random just random enough to make people laugh when its needed or just when its fun. No matter what she always tries to make people smile even when she’s down. She loves to go out and party and will always drag people along with her, whether they want to go n the first place or not they always have fun with Alisha is around.

She isn’t a snobby girl, and she knows she isn’t the life of the party. Alisha doesn’t even try to act that way, she does acts the way she wants and attracts friends that way. Fake people make her sick in a way and when one gets in her face she isn’t very nice to them.

Just because Alisha seems to be sweet and innocent she can have quite a temper it matters the situation. She has a flirty personality but that doesn’t mean she slutty. She’ll have to occasional hook up but she doesn’t do it that often, and she’s still a virgin.

001. PARENT ONE• Richard Stone, deceased
002. PARENT TWO• Marget Fuller-Stone, deceased
003. SIBLINGS• Carla Stone, in hospital
004. PETS• She has no pets
005. HISTORY OVERVIEW•

Alisha was born pre-mature on March 25, on a snowy night. As was taken home a month later after being incubated. Once she was home, her single mother couldn’t even take care of her. Her mother was an alcoholic and smoked all the time, and because of the lack of care she came down with pneumonia. The first time it had happened her mother’s AA sponsor had to take her to the hospital and tell them that he was her mother’s cousin. She was able to get treated and went back to her mother’s bad care the second time, the sponsor did the same thing, but this time Child’s Services came down and took Alisha away once she was well again.

Around the age of 6 Alisha had learned to do laundry and cook. She had become a new family’s slave, the Stone’s. She was cleaning the pool, washing all the dishes and such, and never got much of a break. She went to a private school along with her sister Carla who was 2 years older than her, and who made her life at school a living hell. Carla was one of those preppy girls that liked to think they knew everything and so much more. Alisha was the girl who hung out with the choir people in the choir room and did their best not to gossip and such, but things would slip out every once in a while.

Around the age of 17 something drastic happened to the Stone’s. Alisha was down in her room{basement} singing as loud as she could. Her emotions going haywire from all the shit she had gone through. She heard a scream and a loud crash from upstairs. She ran up the stairs quickly, thinking it was a plate and she didn’t want to get blamed for not being there right away, but what she saw was very unexpected. Her alleged mother and father lay bloody on the floor of the kitchen while her sister lay over the table unconscious blood dripping from her neck. Slowly Alisha walked into the kitchen looking around cautiously. It was dark and with the blood pooling over the floor she wasn’t so easily provoked to move into the kitchen. She moved over to Carla and checked her pulse noticing it was there but faint. She ran over to the phone and called 911 telling them the scene she saw. Once she hung up she walked back towards Carla, but felt something behind her. She turned around quickly and felt a finger place itself under her chin lifting it slightly. The person spoke lightly to her words that she didn’t believe, that she couldn’t believe. The male’s lips pressed against her cheek and she could’ve sworn she felt fangs graze over her skin. He whispered a goodbye mere centimeters from her ear and with in a second had disappeared.

That day stays vivid in her mind till this day, her sister has yet to wake from her coma and her parents are no longer a part of her life. Now she goes to a community college but takes most of her classes online, she feels the college is full of phonies. She visits her sister every once in a while bringing flowers and a card as well as Carla’s friends, but Alisha knew, her sister would never wake from the coma.

Yo', my name is Alisha {ironic no? but this is the first time i’ve ever made my character like me in a way}, and I've been the walking dead for Seventeen years, and I've been grave robbing for Six years, I dug up lovely Crimson Kiss by means of GOOGLE and adore it.

001. ANYTHING ELSE?• I really like to keep busy on roleplay sites so trust me i’ll join anything lol
002. ROLE PLAY SAMPLE•


Alisha stayed as still as possible, feeling the cold thumb caress her cheek slowly. Her eyes were wide with fear as she was unsure of what to do. This person had just killed her parents and left her sister unconscious, he could easily take her down.

She could feel the blood seep between her toes since she was barefoot. The man’s free hand moved down and wrapped around her waist as he stood a good 10 inches taller than her. She felt his cool breath skate over her sensitive skin of her face, and she couldn’t help but shiver.

“I did this for you, I’ve been watching you for a while now Alisha. I couldn’t stand watching you work all the time while they bossed you around and treated you like a slave.” His voice was stern but caring in some way.

“Please, I-I don’t know what you are doing here, but yo- you can’t just go around killing people, because you d-don’t like how they treat someone.” Her voice trembled as she felt his arm curl around her tighter.

“Your sister will never wake up, you will never have to worry about being treated so horribly ever again, I promise.” With this his arms slid from her and his presence disappeared.

Alisha fell against one of the cupboards and just stayed against it, until the police and ambulance came. They continually asked her what had happened, but each time she couldn’t bring herself to say it, she knew they would think she was insane, or at least mentally unstable.