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Alison Smith

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a character in “Masters Mansion”, as played by UniqueYetUnoriginal

Description

- Alison Rebecca Smith -


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The Basics
"Sorry that I can't be perfect all the time."

Nicknames
Though she doesn't really care what you call her, Alison is usually known as Allie.
"Alison, Allie, Bekki, whatever works. Though preferably something not insulting? Thanks."

Age
Sixteen, three years younger than her brother.
"I love my brother, but I worry about him sometimes."

Role
Girl 1
"What do you mean? Role like a play, roll like the food or roll like a tumble?"

Gender
Female.
"Aww, thanks, that boosts my self-esteem."

Height
5'3.
"I am not short! I'm.. average. Sort of. Oh, shut up."

Weight
103lbs.
"Isn't it supposed to be a bit rude to ask? You're lucky that I'm such a nice person."

Appearance
Allie is small. That is the first thing you notice about her. Both in height and width, she is petite, her fast metabolism definitely the reason for this, as she eats more than most. She is only 5'3, making her below average for a sixteen year old. Her hair is a color that would probably be described as bronze, though in the past she has experimented with hair colors in the past, including a dark brown color and a blonde color. It is naturally frizzy, though rarely seen like this unless you live with her, as she will always either straighten, curl or crimp it. Her eyes are a dark blue, which are framed by long, dark eyelashes. She wouldn't consider herself pale, but not dark either. She is tan enough that she could be considered golden, however.

"I told you, I am not small!"

Her style is anything she finds cute, which consists of denim shorts, usually, especially high waisted, cropped tops or tie at the front tops, and a jacket or hoodie over it. She has four piercings, one on each earlobe, one at the top of her left ear, and a belly button piercing. She has also always wanted to get a tattoo, though not sure where. She has a heart shaped face, with rosy cheeks and a smile that usually is twisted in a smirk, or if laughing form dimples. She uses make up, just simple things such as mascara and blusher.

"I would like to consider myself fashionable."




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Digging Deeper
"I didn't wake up this morning to please you."

Personality
Allie is difficult. That's pretty much how you could sum her up. Demanding, stubborn, loud, and annoying, anything that goes under the title 'difficult' really is her. She is very demanding; she will find a way to get what she wants, no matter what the consequences are, only considering herself and those she particularly loves. Demanding could also by applied for hanging out with her, in the sense that it takes a lot of effort. Yes, she is nice and can hold a conversation, but if you are sensitive then you will probably find her sarcasm and mean humor a bit too much to handle. She will look out for others, but will put herself first in most situations. She also must always get her point across - if she has an opinion on something, she will let people know. The same applies to people, if she doesn't like you, then trust me, you will know.

"Mean? No, it's blunt, honey. They are too completely different things."

Though Allie is loud and never outspoken, at home she is completely different. She tries to hide in the shadows and go unnoticed by her abusive father. This is the reason for her talkative attitude - it is her way of getting the love she rarely receives at home, or crying out for help. The only person she feels really knows her is her brother, though he is in and out of jail and so isn't always there to support her. She will try to give the best advice she can, and will tell you flat out what she thinks of your situation, without holding anything back. You can also rely on her to keep a secret, once she hears something, she is very unlikely to tell anyone else, unless she feels obliged to do so.

"I have a heart, yes. Surprised?"

Her vocabulary consists of four things; Sarcasm, swearing, lies, and a tiny bit that may actually contain some useful information. Yes, Allie has a bad habit of lying; well, she wouldn't call it a bad habit herself, just a habit. This can often lead her into trouble, though a few more words from her sharp mouth and she can usually find her way out of it. Also, due to he father's beatings, she is very jumpy, in the sense that sudden and abrupt movements can make her jump or flinch.

"Lying? No, I don't lie, I'm just acting off camera."

Fears
» Her Father
» Losing Her Brother
» A Lot Of Blood
» Bugs & Insects

"My fears are my secrets, which no one must know."

Likes
» Music
» Books
» People Believing Her
» Being Trusted
» Her Sibling
» Getting Away With Things
» Clothes
» Looking 'Presentable.'
» Experimenting
» Chocolate
» Sunsets
» Movies
» Animals
» Challenges
"Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens.."

Dislikes
» Instrumental Music
» Country Music
» Spoiled Brats
» Black Licorice
» Bugs
» Being Treated Unfairly
» Being Bossed Around
» People Being Cruel To Her Brother
» Raisins
» Her Father
"When the dog bites, when the bee stings, when I'm feeling sad.."




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Behind The Scenes
"There are a ton of worse things I could have done, so why yell over this?"

History
Allie was born into a reasonably happy family. She had an older brother by three years, and the two had always been reasonably close. She grew up in an average house, with everything anyone needs, food on the table and a nice warm bed. What more could anyone ask for? That's when things began to turn sour. By the age of four, Allie spent her time locked up in her room, covering her ears to block out the sound of her parents screaming at each other. She would walk over to her brother and just stay with him, not saying anything, until she thought the yelling had stopped. This lowered her grades drmatically, and by the age of six they were already talking about holding her back. This never did happen, though.

"Then it all turned sour, like a lemon."

By the time she was ten, Allie had given up on school, just scraping by. She spent her time dreaming of impossible plans and ideas, and spent her nights crying silently over her messed up family and childhood. At twelve, her father started yelling at her for anything that happened, but mostly hitting her. This was how the skill of lying came to practice - when people asked where the bruise or scar came from, she had to make something up, until she became practiced enough to make a lie up on the spot. By fourteen, she had little friends, as she could never invite them over and was too busy thinking of other things, and had practically made up a whole knew, perfect family, which if she was asked about, she could talk about for a few minutes without stopping.

"Didn't I tell you it went sour?"

As she grew older, her brother started to be dragged in for several criminal charges. When he was away was always the worst for Allie, as she had no shoulder to lean on for support anymore, she was on her own. Her mother had never been a mother, just a mouse in the corner. She knew she was there, but the mouse was too scared to come out and stand up for anything. She just existed.

"What a mother, 'ey?"

Romantic Interest
N/A
"None of your business!"

Theme Song
Link To Mask Picture
The mask the girl is wearing is the same as her mask.
"The masks are designed so that.. we can't judge love by our appearance? I'm not sure, something like that, anyway."

Other
N/A

Hex Color Code
#60AFFE
"I have no idea what that means, so I'm just going to smile and nod."


So begins...

Alison Smith's Story

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Character Portrait: Alison Smith Character Portrait: Andrew Parker

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I had my arms tightly around Alison, my beautiful half sister. "Stay close to me, Ali," I ordered, my mask already over my face. As I got out of the car, I kept my arm around her shoulders. I looked up at the mansion, and a man tried to take her away from me. "Back off, buddy!" I growled, tightening my grip around my sisters shoulders. Soon, Ali was ripped from my arms, and I threw a punch at the guy closest to me. "Ali! Alison!" I grabbed for her again, but a man hit me in the stomach. "Hey! Ass!" I started fighting them again, trying to get back to my sister. I hated the people keeping me from her. I needed to protect her. She was my life, the only woman who mattered. "Alison!"

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Character Portrait: Alison Smith Character Portrait: Andrew Parker

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I glance over at my brother, Andrew, not speaking. The whole journey had been full of silence, both of us unsure of what to say. Butterflies flew in a swarm around my stomach, a constant reminder of where we were going. The car started to slow down, and I realized that we were supposed to place our masks on. I slipped the mask on, which I had been messing with on my lap, something to keep my hands occupied.
"Well," I said, my shaky voice betraying the fact that I was nervous. "I guess this is it." I lanced down at my outfit, before looking up at my brother.
"Stay close to me, Ali," he ordered, though I had been planning to anyway. I nodded as he wrapped an arm around me and led me out of the car.

We walked up to the mansion where a man came over, and started pulling me away from Drew. Andrew pulled me closer, but I was pulled away. I could hear him yelling my name.
"Drew!" I called out. I felt sick. All this pushing around reminded me of my father, and it made me want to take a breath, or get sick, or faint. Or maybe all three at the same time. I was suddenly glad for the mask as my eyes started to tear up.
"Andrew!" I called again, my voice cracking at the end. I started to shove through, but someone gripped my arm tightly, tugging me back. I soon realized it was useless and gave up, letting myself be dragged off.

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Character Portrait: Alison Smith Character Portrait: Andrew Parker Character Portrait: Gregory Andel

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Gregory hadn't spoken a word since he had been kidnapped, and his kidnappers seemed happy about that. When they had finally arrived, the man sitting across the seat from him slid out of the car and opened the door for Gregory. Gregory looked at the other giant of a man in the car and then got out of the car himself. As he stood he found that he was standing in front of a mansion of sorts. It was rather large, but still seemed very homely. Greg's eyes were immediately drawn to the expansive forest that surrounded the mansion though. It was a nice forest. "Put your mask on kid." the ape next to him whispered with a small hint of malice in his voice. Gregory looked down at the mask in his hand, it was a simple black thing that he had chosen from a collection the apes had provided. He slid it over his face and tied the black string around his face to hold it there. "Thanks for the ride." Gregory mumbled, then he walked towards the mansion, accompanied by his goon squad.

It wasn't until after Gregory had started moving towards the mansion that he noticed other people moving from cars that were identical to the one he had just left. In fact most of the other ones had two people getting out of them, or so it seemed. Am I the only one here who doesn't have any real brothers or sisters? Gregory thought to himself as he walked forward, but looked at the people. Suddenly a large fight broke out among one of the pairs of two. Apparently a brother didn't want to be separated from his sister, and was willing to fight for it. Gregory watched as the guy was ruthlessly thrown around by the men surrounding him, and his sister was taken from him despite his best efforts. Why fight? Greg though If they wanted to hurt us, they'd have knocked us out for the ride over here. He shook his head and continued forward. Finally he came to the front steps of the mansion. He looked at his goons, who had placed one hand on each of Greg's shoulders. "We'll wait for the others." One of them said in a deep baritone. Greg nodded and let his eyes wander to the windows of the mansions. He thought about how his life could get any worse, but then again he thought I'd rather this than being back with my "family".... Maybe they'll do me a favor and just kill me?

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Character Portrait: Alison Smith Character Portrait: Delia Denight Character Portrait: Andrew Parker Character Portrait: Dameon Denight

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(I dont think the others are on right now. I dont want you guys to have to suffer, so we will just continue.)

Welcome, Children! Iam so glad you have arrived. Some of us are running late, so we will just have a little bit of fun. When they arrive we will continue as planned. Until then, I would like the lovely ladies to follow Jerome up to your floor. Jerome wave your hand high, so the ladies can see it. Alright, you may be off now, to the third floor. Now for our handsome heros, If you would follow Alexander he will show you to your floor. Now dont go wandering off of your floor, unless to a lower floor event. Alexander do the same as Jerome, show them to the second floor. I hope you all enjoy your stay, there will be arrangements for you to do things on your floor.

I saw the fight break out and the man scared me. I felt like huddling in the corner. His anger reminded me so much of my father. The poor girl, must have been his sister. She seemed so scared, then she just stopped. I felt my breaths quicken, my stomach lurch, and my hands get clammy. I felt that falling feeling again, but it lasted a while so I knew it was just a feeling. Then I heard a voice and it frightened me. I realized it was the man who kidnapped us. I looked around for Dameon, I wanted to see him before I left, so I didn't immediately follow when the guy started walking away. I saw him all fuzzy standing at the top of the steps. I ran over to him and latched on. "I love you so much Dameon. At the events, find me please. I dont want to be stuck with that guy." I motioned towards the man who was still screaming.

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Character Portrait: Alison Smith Character Portrait: Andrew Parker

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I was eventually restrained and pulled away from my sister, my outfit now in a state of disarray. "Where are you ass holes taking my sister!?" I yelled, pushing the guy next to me off of me. They were leading me up a flight of stairs, and I really didn't like that. "Oh no. I'm not following anyone anywhere until you all tell me where I'm going!" They responded by shoving me harder, and I went upstairs. "Fine, you win for now. But just wait until later!" I growled. I hated being pushed around. I was pushed into a room, and dimly lit room and I sat in the first chair I found. If they were going to force me to be here, I would fight it all the way.

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"Welcome, Children! I am so glad you have arrived. Some of us are running late, so we will just have a little bit of fun. When they arrive we will continue as planned. Until then, I would like the lovely ladies to follow Jerome up to your floor. Jerome wave your hand high, so the ladies can see it. Alright, you may be off now, to the third floor. Now for our handsome heroes, If you would follow Alexander he will show you to your floor. Now don't go wandering off of your floor, unless to a lower floor event. Alexander do the same as Jerome, show them to the second floor. I hope you all enjoy your stay, there will be arrangements for you to do things on your floor." Alison jumped slightly at the voice.

She followed the man that had grabbed her arm, who must have been Jerome, and finally took in the fellow prisoners. The only male who had come with no fuss or dramatic entrance seemed almost annoyed at the fuss the others were making. He did realize they had just been kidnapped, right? Alison had a feeling that he might get on her nerves.

The next male seemed high on drugs or alcohol, either way he stumbled up the steps and sat down, seemingly disorientated. The girl beside him must have been his sister, as they spoke to each other as if they had known each other for years. She seemed very upset, anyway.

The last one had just arrived, a female, who looked very innocent, shy - though of course, looks can be deceiving. She seemed to be speaking to everyone as she called out a quiet 'hi,' but Alison ignored her, following this Jerome guy up the stairs.

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Character Portrait: Alison Smith Character Portrait: Delia Denight Character Portrait: Tess Graves

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Tess walked behind Jerome along with two other girls, who were intimidatingly pretty. "This just isn't right," Tess thought. "I hope you enjoy your stay? Yeah, I'm enjoying being held captive, alright." After a bit of walking, they arrived at their floor. Tess opened the door to her room and saw a room that looked, well, old. The room was all dark wood, silky fabric, and buttery candlelight. It was beautiful. There were books everywhere, and she had a gorgeous view of the surrounding forest, but somehow, Tess hated it. She had been kidnapped and now she was in an unknown place, with several complete strangers. Home would have been better. At least then, she knew that her mother would come back home, and she'd have a few days of relative safety. Her old stubborn spirit, which had been smothered over the years, was starting to come back. "...I need... to find a way out. I don't want to be here."

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Character Portrait: Alison Smith Character Portrait: Gregory Andel Character Portrait: Tess Graves

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I walked into my room, closed the door and fell back onto the bed. And that was just when a man came in holding a long, red dress.
"For the ball," he explained. I nodded slowly and stood up, walking over to wear he was holding it.
"It's very.. uh.." I started, before he pushed the dress towards me. I took it and waited for him to leave to get changed. After I had changed, a woman came in, holding red shoes. She motioned for me to sit down on the bed and I did so. She slipped the shoes on me as another woman painted my nails a red color, and a final woman started to style my hair.

An hour later, I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked stunning, I had to admit. The mask covered my face, and my hair was curled and styled. I smiled at my reflection, before leaving the room and following the man down the stairs. I was nervous and unsure what was going to happen, but I made my way to the ballroom. There were a few people dancing, but I only recognized two kidnapped people. The innocent looking girl and the annoyed boy, who sat in the corner. I thought about walking over to one of them but hesitated, staying a few metres from the door I entered.

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Character Portrait: Alison Smith Character Portrait: Delia Denight Character Portrait: Andrew Parker Character Portrait: Dameon Denight Character Portrait: Gregory Andel Character Portrait: Tess Graves

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Tess saw the two pretty girls from earlier, the very calm boy, and the boy who appeared to be high. She had no idea where the angry boy was. One of the big men that had taken her to the mansion came up to her. "Excuse me, miss, but you must find someone to dance with." She looked around the ballroom and saw that the other kidnappees were being told similar things. The high boy and his sister paired up immediately, and I figured that the other girl would want to dance with her brother. That left the excessively calm boy. She tentatively walked over to him and crouched down next to him. She pulled her skirt over her exposed leg and inwardly cursed the slit in her skirt. "Um, hi. I'm Tess. Wanna dance?" Tess cringed at her utter awkwardness. No wonder she hadn't gotten a date for prom. "I mean, if you don't want to, that's completely fine-"