Post by ALLISON BRADLEY on Jan 15, 2011 13:36:30 GMT -6
( ALLISON LORA BRADLEY )
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( 28 , USER , LEIGHTON MEESTER , DAUGHTER OF ALAN BRADLEY )
( COMPASSIONATE, OUTGOING, HONEST, THOUGHTFUL, INTELLIGENT )[/center]
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Allison Lora Bradley was born to Alan and Lora Bradley in the summer of 1982. She was their second child., They had welcomed an older son three years prior, Lucas. The two of them got along rather well for siblings. Allie followed her brother around constantly when they were young. He taught her to play TRON and Space Paranoids and they were constantly trying to one-up another in light cycle battles at their Uncle Flynn's arcade. The Bradleys were a very loving family as their children grew up. Lora refused to spoil their children, but they didn't hurt for much. Of course, Allison always had a way of sweet talking her father into pretty much anything. It would be obvious over the years that Bradley had a very soft spot for his only daughter.
At an early age, Allison made it very clear that she would not be going into the programming business. She was very slow when it came to math and keyboards were not her friend. In the third grade, Allie struggled to pick up her times tables. However, she was very aware of her surroundings and the goings on of politics. She was very eloquent, even for a child and quickly began dreaming of holding a place in office. She also excelled at english and creative writing. As she would grow older, Allison would attribute herself as being too creative for computer programming. All the ones and zeros were just too boring for her. Then again, she did blame Encom for the worst thing that had ever happened in her life, so she couldn't see herself slaving away in one of its cubicles, doing their dirty work.
Late one December night, just before Christmas when Allison was nine, tragedy struck. Allison was singing in a Christmas show and Lucas had a basketball game. On nights like these, if they could escape from work, their parents would split between the children. That night, Alan showed up right on time to watch Allison sing with her classmates, while Lora was across town cheering on her son. Everything went according to plan. Until it was time to leave, of course. Lora and Lucas were involved in a fatal car accident on their way to meet Alan and Allison for dinner. A semi t-boned their vehicle after Lora ran a redlight. Lucas was killed on impact. Lora would be transported to the triage center at the hospital, semi-conscious. Before Allison was able to see her last goodbyes, she overheard her mother's dying word to her father. "fcon."
Allison would finish up high school with top marks, aside from any math and sciences. She studied Political Science at the University of Notre Dame. A needed change of scenery, she said. After graduating, she took up a job as an aide to a republican congressman in Washington. However, following a sex scandal, the congressman relieved his seat in the House, leaving Allison jobless. She has returned home and taken up a PR job at Encom, reconnecting with many people from her childhood. For the most part, she avoids the idea of the Grid, not sure how she feels about it at the moment. She hasn't been able to ignore the thought for the most part, simply because she's been getting so many phone calls from her contacts in Washington about it all.
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EXPERIENCE 10+
CONTACT msn @ swammy.swan@hotmail.com
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
The sun tried shining through the fall clouds in downtown London. Not that Aerie Michaels would know. She was busy toiling away at her desk in the Hall of Prophecy on the ninth level of the Ministry of Magic. That's right, very bottom. The Ministry probably wanted to maintain that air of Mystery because the entire department was dark and depressing. Aerie sighed, looking at the stack of paperwork on the corner of her desk. She needed to log all the new incoming prophecies. It seemed that they had been picking up in frequency as of late. It was definitely putting stress on the Unspeakable. She hummed bits of her symphony to herself as she logged the names of each prophecy's subject, as that was all she was document about the prophecy before charming it for storage. Aerie was the only person on the planet besides the Seer that would know the contents of the prophecy. Most filtered in and out of her consciousness as soon as she had finished its log and moved on to the next.
It was nearing lunch time and Aerie's tummy grumbled. She sighed and leaned back in her chair, having finished about half of her workload for the day. There would still be the filing process later in the afternoon in which she would have to wander the vast cavern that was the Hall of Prophecy. For now, she pushed herself away from her desk, and gathered up her completed paperwork. She decided to take her lunch break and get a bagel and coffee from the muggle shop just down the way. There was also a great church not far from the Ministry that let her use their piano on breaks. Aerie charmed her paperwork to rush itself straight to her department head before making her way to the elevators to the Atrium. The good thing about being an Unspeakable for Aerie was that she mostly worked alone and no one bothered her. She came in, did her job and didn't see a soul unless she was coming or going. To most, that life would be depressing or boring. To Aerie, it was a haven. There was comfort knowing that she would not have to face others.
Once she stepped into the elevator, the red-head shuffled to the back corner of the elevator and began rummaging through her bag. Aerie usually carried muggle money with her. If it wasn't for working in the Ministry, she would be a more functioning muggle than witch. She found the money she was looking for at the very bottom of her bag with a few loose Bertie Botts' Every Flavor Beans and tucked it into a side pocket before pulling out a stack of papers. She began looking over bits of music, humming to herself. She occasionally pointed her want at the paper, rearranging the notes as she needed. Aerie didn't look up from her music as the elevator stopped on various floors. She tried to avoid eye contact as much as possible. People made her too nervous. Finally, the elevator stopped on the main level. Aerie wouldn't have noticed if it weren't for the enchanted voice that pleasantly announced their arrival at the atrium. Tucking her wand back into her pocket, Aerie kept her eyes on her music, quickly exiting the elevator. Her pace was such that she ran into someone else. Hard.
Music went flying as Aerie gasped in panic. She instantly dropped to her knees, snatching the papers off the ground as quickly as she could. There were so many people passing by, it was hard for her to keep up. "I'm really sorry." She said to the person she had run into. Her voice was quiet and would be easily lost on anyone who was not paying attention. Stacking the papers back in her arms, Aerie pushed herself up from the floor. Straightening the edges of the papers, she looked at the face of the person she had run into. It was an Auror that had met in passing once before. "Again, I'm sorry." Forcing a smile, she stepped back from the man and stepped around him, setting back en route to her original destination.
It was nearing lunch time and Aerie's tummy grumbled. She sighed and leaned back in her chair, having finished about half of her workload for the day. There would still be the filing process later in the afternoon in which she would have to wander the vast cavern that was the Hall of Prophecy. For now, she pushed herself away from her desk, and gathered up her completed paperwork. She decided to take her lunch break and get a bagel and coffee from the muggle shop just down the way. There was also a great church not far from the Ministry that let her use their piano on breaks. Aerie charmed her paperwork to rush itself straight to her department head before making her way to the elevators to the Atrium. The good thing about being an Unspeakable for Aerie was that she mostly worked alone and no one bothered her. She came in, did her job and didn't see a soul unless she was coming or going. To most, that life would be depressing or boring. To Aerie, it was a haven. There was comfort knowing that she would not have to face others.
Once she stepped into the elevator, the red-head shuffled to the back corner of the elevator and began rummaging through her bag. Aerie usually carried muggle money with her. If it wasn't for working in the Ministry, she would be a more functioning muggle than witch. She found the money she was looking for at the very bottom of her bag with a few loose Bertie Botts' Every Flavor Beans and tucked it into a side pocket before pulling out a stack of papers. She began looking over bits of music, humming to herself. She occasionally pointed her want at the paper, rearranging the notes as she needed. Aerie didn't look up from her music as the elevator stopped on various floors. She tried to avoid eye contact as much as possible. People made her too nervous. Finally, the elevator stopped on the main level. Aerie wouldn't have noticed if it weren't for the enchanted voice that pleasantly announced their arrival at the atrium. Tucking her wand back into her pocket, Aerie kept her eyes on her music, quickly exiting the elevator. Her pace was such that she ran into someone else. Hard.
Music went flying as Aerie gasped in panic. She instantly dropped to her knees, snatching the papers off the ground as quickly as she could. There were so many people passing by, it was hard for her to keep up. "I'm really sorry." She said to the person she had run into. Her voice was quiet and would be easily lost on anyone who was not paying attention. Stacking the papers back in her arms, Aerie pushed herself up from the floor. Straightening the edges of the papers, she looked at the face of the person she had run into. It was an Auror that had met in passing once before. "Again, I'm sorry." Forcing a smile, she stepped back from the man and stepped around him, setting back en route to her original destination.
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