johnson, clarice-amalla

[Clarice-Amalla Johnson]

CLARICE-AMALA JOHNSON.

PLEASE ALLOW ME TO INTRODUCE MYSELF

Nicknames: "Ace".
Age: 14
D.O.B. October 31st
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bi-sexual
Occupation/Grade: Freshman

DON'T STARE AT ME

Ace has red-brown hair which is usually left down, framing her face. It has a slight wave to it, but it is not curly per-se. It is thick and full of body, and very difficult for her to control, especially if she hasn't blow-dried it. She has no fringe, instead preferring her hair to remain long all over, and wears it in a simple centre-parted style. Unless she is wishing to make herself up, Ace doesn't put anything in her hair other than a simple elastic, or a pretty ribbon.

Her skin is a soft tan in colour, a marking of her heritage, and occasionally appears darker than it truly is, especially if she has been out in the sun. She tans very easily. Ace has been very lucky during her puberty to not have suffered too drastically from acne, and so only has a few marks on her face from them. Those she has, she covers with her favourite type of founation (L'oreal). She never leaves her room without it on. Ace also always wears other make-up; eyeliner, eyeshadow, lipstick and blusher. The colours always differ, though she has a definite preference for blues and golds.

Ace's eyes are a greenish-brown, the colour shifting slightly depending on what outfit she's wearing (some colours bring out the brown, others bring out the green). Wide almond in shape, they are always accentuated with a black or dark brown khol pencil. Her eyes are very expressive, and she likes to design eyeshadow that brings out the depth in them. Or so she thinks. Nonetheless, her makeup is always a little on the heavy side. Her eyebrows are neatly plucked into thin brown lines, and penciled in.

Piercings are a little bit of an obsession, and Ace has eight of them: three in her left lobe, one in her right lobe, three down her right ear, and one in her nose. She always wears gold jewellery, usually simple studs or hoops, though it always depends on what sort of outfit she is wearing. Occasionally she will wear a golden, charm-filled chain linking between one piercing in her left ear to her nose. In addition to her piercings and the jewellery she wears in them, Ace has a large number of bangles, rings, anklets and necklaces. She virtually has one for ever hour of the day.

Ace is a small girl, only about four foot nine in stature. She is very slim, perhaps a little underweight, and various body parts appear very bony. Her pelvic bones jut out at a somewhat alarming angle, showing through whatever trousers she happens to be wearing. Her hands are small, her knuckles bony and over-defined, and her fingers are not very long. She has short nails, always painted in some colour or another. Her toenails are also short and painted, usually in colour as well. Her feet, like her hands, are bony and small; she can still find shoes in the children's section of stores - usually she has to purchase from the children's section as her feet are so narrow.

Clothing for Ace is a thoroughly eclectic affair indeed. Torn between clothing which reflects her wild side, and clothing she feels drawn to because of her mother, her wardrobe is expansive. On the one hand, one will find Ace wearing tight jeans, with a similarly tight top, finished with a colourful array of jewellery and high-heeled shoes. On the other hand, it is likely one will find her wearing traditional Indian garb, in golds and reds and blues. It is hard for her to decide what to wear of a morning, so sometimes it is possible to see her wearing one fashion in the morning, and a totally different sort at night.

Although not keen on "high fashion", Ace always watches what she wears. She rarely wears blouses, but has a number of shirts she combines with spaghetti-strap tops. Skirts are of one of two lengths for her: very short or very long. There is no in-between for her. Colours of clothing, as previously mentioned, tend to steer closer to bright reds, blues and golds, though that does not mean that those are the only colours in Ace's wardrobe. She also has a number of items of clothing in pinks, a colour she is sometimes embarrassed to admit liking.

When walking into a room, a lot of people tend to notice Ace. She exudes a sense of pent-up energy, which some love but others hate. Her gait is confident, almost cocky, and her head is always held up high, her shoulders back. Proper posture is something that was drilled into her, and however much she riles against it, she can't change how she moves. Ace also moves with grace, very delicate and poised, almost as though she were dancing. Her voice is a husky sound, at odds with her child-like appearance, and she speaks with a clear-cut British accent.

I WON'T SHUT UP, I KNOW THAT I SHOULD

I hate this place.

Clarice-Amala Johnson is a veritable smorgasboard of clashing emotions and personality traits. She is extroverted, but insecure. Opinionated, but concerned of others' perception of her. Traditional, but rebellious. Sexual, but unsure. Still only a teenager, she is struggling to find out who she is and what she wishes to do with her life. Although unsure of her purpose in the world, she knows one thing for certain: she hates her father. He was the one who send her to Red Sky Academy, after dragging her to America thoroughly against her will. He is also responsible for the name she so detests, hence why she uses her nickname "Ace". She hates being spoken to in her full name, and will scowl blackly at anyone who dares to do so.

She is full of pent-up rage due to the move, and so is prone to bouts of temper in which anything she can get her hands on gets thrown around the room until she has calmed down. Ace doesn't really mean to harm anyone, she just needs to let off steam. She feels as though no-one understands her, first in her home country because of her heritage, and now in America where she is swiftly marked as "different" due to her accent. There is a large, childish part of her that so desperately wishes to be accepted, be part of a group, be wanted. The rest of her wants to tell the world and everyone in it to go take a hike.

Ace is a very needy teenager, and grips onto those she classes as friends very tightly. At times, she is very eager to please, and so will go out of her way to help her friends. There are other times when she is very selfish and only thinks of herself and what she can get out of a situation, but those moments occur quite rarely. Especially when regarding those that Ace really loves and truly cares for. If you are one she has utterly given herself to, she will do anything to keep you safe, happy, and comfortable.

Still very childish in nature, Ace is known to sulk for days. She does not forgive or forget a slight done to her or someone she cares about, and is most certainly not above plotting revenge. She has a short temper, and is easy to irritate with any number of things. She has been attempting to work at not completely losing her rag over the little things, but sometimes it doesn't work. She hates people who treat her as a small child, and will be downright rude to them with no bad feelings on her side at all.

Although she hates people treating her like a child, Ace still wants to be one. She wants to be looked after and protected, and therefore she tends to gravitate towards people who are taller and stronger than she is. She is very attracted to her polar opposites, and always attempts to befriend people who are very different from herself. A little bit of a showoff, Ace loves to be the centre of attention. Theatrical in nature, she is quite adept at stealing the spotlight and getting everyones' attention diverted to her. She showers compliments and flattery down on everyone she feels is deserving on it, but is just as quick to cast judgement.

A helpless romantic, Ace imagines love as being very much like something from a story. She dreams of being whisked away by a handsome knight on a white horse, to a castle where she will be lavished with attention. She wants to fall in love, though she hasn't yet, and that is pretty much one of her life goals.

Sudden shocks and loud noises make Ace very frightened. The fright quickly gives way to anger, a hot wave of rage in which the girl truly cannot think properly. It is very much like an adreneline rush of fight-or-flight, and Ace choses to fight.

Ace is, to put it simply, a linguistic genius. She is sharply intelligent with regards to learning languages, and picks them up at a shockingly high speed. Alongside this intelligence, however, is a rebellious streak a mile wide. Ace doesn't want to be good at languages. She doesn't want to be in school learning things. She has no interest in studying on someone else's terms, hates taking tests and writing essays. She doesn't care about getting low grades because she didn't bother trying to do well, Ace wants to be somewhere other than school.

Likes:

• Dancing
  
• Singing
  
• Cats
  
• Posing for pictures
  
• Music
  
• Bright clothing
  
• India
  
• Good food
  
• Tall people
  
• Fast cars
  
• Jewellery
  
• Her piercings
  
• Make-up
  
• Books
  
• Romance
  
• Dolls
  
• Pretty lights

Dislikes:

• Her father
  
• America
  
• People acting like she's stupid
  
• Mathematics
  
• School
  
• Early starts
  
• Blouses
  
• Sushi
  
• Surprises
  
• Jerks
  
• Know-it-alls
  
• Cheats
  
• Being told what to do
  
• People singing over her favourite song
  
• People chewing with their mouth open
  
• Being interrupted
  
• Losing

Strengths:

• Languages: She wanted to learn her mother's native Punjabi, and Ace discovered she had a natural gift for languages. She now speaks four different languages fluently, and is trying to teach herself a fifth.
  
• Lying: Ace generally knows what to say, and when to say it, and how to say it. She is a proper little actress, and uses this strength as a tool to avoid getting into too much trouble.
  
• Loyal: Once you have a friend in her, you will always have a friend in her. She will never let you down.
  
• Energetic: Whatever the reason, Ace always seems to be utterly full of energy. She is rarely ever tired or run-down.
  
• Theatrical: Be it singing, dancing, acting, or just going out for an under-age drink, Ace is very good at becoming the centre of attention. She is not easy to lose in a crowd, even though she is very small.

Flaws:

• Needy: Ace wants to be loved. Period. She gets very clingy, and can get very depressive.
  
• Childish: Younger than her age sometimes, Ace can act like a complete brat.
  
• Selfish: Sometimes, she really thinks the world revolves around her. And if it doesn't, she wants to know why not.
  
• Lazy (regarding school): She isn't stupid. On the contrary, Ace is highly intelligent in her subjects. Ace just can't be bothered with her studies. They don't interest her, so she doesn't want to know.
  
• Addictive personality: Ace is very easy to get hooked on something. Be it chocolate, gambling, or playing a game; if it interests her, like as not Ace will get addicted.
  
• Temperamental: She is very loving and sweet, but really you can never tell where Ace will be in the temperment-state.
  
• Drinks: Ace likes to drink. She knows she's too young, but she couldn't care less. She loves the taste of alcohol, and the oblivion getting drunk gives her.

Fears:

• The dark: For reasons utterly unknown, Ace is totally petrified of the dark. She has to sleep with a nightlight on.
  
• Being forgotten: Ace doesn't want to fade into obscurity. She wants people to know her, notice when she isn't around, miss her.
  
• Dying unloved: She doesn't want to settle down with a picket fence and 2.4 kids, but Ace wants to be loved. She wants to be the centre of a person's world, and wants them to be the centre of hers.
  
• Spiders: Anything with that many legs shouldn't be allowed!
  
• Her past: Ace just cannot abide remembering her past. It geniunely scares her, thinking back on it. Thinking of what she might have become, had she not rebelled.

Secrets:

• Ace cries herself to sleep many nights.
  
• She smuggles alcohol into her room in the guise of a bottle of cola.
  
• Ace wishes she had died instead of her mother.
  
• She has tried to commit suicide by taking an overdose.
  
• Ace steals (in part) to make herself feel better.
  
• She wants to be a singer in a rock/pop band.

Quirks: Ace taps her fingers, in a rhythm only she can hear. She also struggles with a mild form of kleptomania, which is mingled with her desire for more things anyway. She also has a habit of genuinely forgetting which language she should be conversing in.

LIVING IN THE PAST

History:

James Johnson was a bit of a playboy. He liked his women almost more than he liked his image as the most eligable and wealthy bachelor in the south of England. Owning three different houses, each in a different county, gave him the ability to take on as many women as he liked. Regardless of the fact his beloved, upper-class and old-fasioned mother thoroughly disapproved of his nefarious behaviour, James continued to bed a different woman every other evening. Falling in love was most certainly not on his agenda.

So it was a complete shock when he found the woman of his dreams whilst on a business trip to India. Amala Vasanta was not the sort of woman he would usually choose; a very traditional-looking Indian woman from a poor background. Nonetheless, he found his heart melting as he regarded her, and he knew she had to be his. Unlike his usual ploy, he did not try to bed her immediately. Instead he did what any self-respecting richman in a poor area would; he offered her family money in return for her hand in marriage. Amala's family was not at all adverse to that, and the marriage happened within two weeks.

James truly was madly in love with Amala, and his heart was shattered when she perished only a few days after childbirth, leaving behind a tiny squalling baby he named after both his mother and his beloved late wife: Clarice-Amala. From day one young Clarice-Amala was a handful. He passed her quickly on to a succession of nannies and au pairs, none lasting more than a few months before the demanding child exhausted them. James had no interest in the child really; he secretly blamed her for the death of his beautiful wife. Eventually he managed to find an Indian woman and her sister who could cope with the child, and they stayed in the household permenantly.

Clarice-Amala grew into a precocious young girl, and began acting up at an early age. She refused to wear any of the clothing that was brought to her from her grandmother, and instead insisted on wearing a saari and speaking in punjabi or sanskrit. She would take things from other people, and although initially unsure why she did it, she continued. She was caught a few times, the last time being the final straw for her schoolteachers, and she was expelled. James was horrified that she would do such a dreadful thing, and decided that enough was enough. He sent her to a strict Catholic boarding school, with the hope that it would reform her.

She lasted four months.

At fourteen, acting up more than ever, Clarice-Amala (or Ace, as she had begun to call herself) was shocked to hear her father's business was moving them overseas. She did everything in her power to stop the move, but come the day she was bundled into business class on British Airways and flown to America. From day one Ace hated the place. She hated the accents, she hated the food, she hated the fact people drove on the wrong side of the road, and she hated her father bitterly for taking her there. She hated him even more when she discovered where she would be schooled. The idea of being sent, yet again, to a reform school made her feel sick. She didn't understand why she had to go to another boarding school, or why she had to be "reformed"; she liked herself the way she was. Nonetheless, there she was sent.

Mother: Amala Johnson (nee Vasanta) [Deceased]
Father: James Johnson, CEO Johnson and Johnson Electronics, heir to the Johnson millions.
Siblings: None
Pets: None
Other: Grandmother - Clarice Johnson.

WELL I AM WHAT I AM WHAT I AM

Alias: Minxie, Minx, Oi-you
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Experience: Since I was 12
Contacts: PM-ing me is best, but I also have Dr Aiko Kiriyama as an AIM name.
Secret Word: {removed by admin}
RP Sample:

Boarding school... Tche, more like boring school... Ace snorted at her thought, earning a disgusted look from the woman in the habit at the front of the room.

"Is there something you wish to share with us, Clarice-Amala?" she asked, her voice thin and reedy, but full of annoyance. Ace pursed her lips as she was addressed, and contemplated retorting with something short, sharp, and in Ye Olde Englishe. She decided against it, only because she wanted to get out of the class on time in order to go into the local town. She knew somewhere to get very good, cheap alcohol, no questions asked.

"No, Sister Tabitha." She answered, with as much politeness in her voice as she could fake for the woman who had been making her life hell since the moment she stepped over the threshold of the convent.

"Very well." The Sister said. "Now, back to the multiplication task on the board..."

Sister Tabitha was still droning on, but Ace's mind had already flown away. Mathematics bored her almost to tears, and she couldn't understand half of it, anyway. The girl had no idea why she was being forced to learn the subject anyway; she had no plans on being a rocket scientist or an accountant! She wanted to be something amazing, someone admired and loved by the masses. Maybe a model, or a music star. Or maybe a dancer - she was good at dancing!

Whatever she would end up being, Ace knew she wasn't going to need long multiplication tasks to be it!

"...Clarice-Amala!"

Ace jumped as a ruler was rapped down on the desk in front of her. The shock made her jerk sharply, one hand going to the base of her throat, the other clenched into a fist in her lap. For a brief moment the world came into very sharp focus, and Ace could see the watery-blue eyes of Sister Tabitha in front of her, narrowed with anger. Then everything became hazy.

"How dare you?!" she half screamed, getting to her feet so swiftly that the chair fell back with a clatter. "How dare you beat at my table like that?! What are you, mad? Power-crazed?! What's wrong with you, you crazy old hag?!"

Ace was only just aware of the words spilling from her lips, the look of shock on the faces all around her. A book sailed through the air, followed by a calculator and a protrator. She vaguely understood that her belongings were ricochetting off the blackboard at the front of the room, but she didn't care. All she cared about was telling that bloody nun exactly what she thought of her and her stupid maths lessons.

An hour later and her tantrum was spent. Her calculator didn't work, and her pencil-case was cracked. Ace was assigned detention, and was put on cleaning duty.

I have got to work on my temper...

[{red sky admin}]