Alice Cartwright

[Chesha J. Newfie]

Full name:
Alice Hoyr Cartwright
(Hoyr is not registered legally, however)(Anotehr note, she will not answer to said name. She buried it. It's unlikely you'll ever learn it, but jsut a hint. Don't try to use it if you learn it. ;D)

Alias:
Jane Hoyr
(Once more, a note about 'Hoyr'. It sounds like 'Hour', not 'Whore'. :3 -smartass Chesh just noticed this-)

Nickname:
Allie (Never ever do this unless you feel you'd like to have your face shaved off with a blunt spoon and a blowtorch. ;3), Janie, Jane, Widow (As pertaining to the markings and her tendency to kill/mutilate/cannibalize boys)

Gender:
Female
(Though I'd never be able to tell >D
Jane: -smacks chesha over the head with a phone--goes after computer screen-
EEK! -flees-)

Nationality/Species:
American born London blood, Lycathrope

Age:
Twenty-five

Birth date:
August fifteenth

Birth place:
According to her New York, New York

Occupation:
Actress with three years experiance and a very good record

Pets:
Floyd the black rat

Height: 5'4"

Weight: 125.6, give or take a pound or two.

Physical Description:
Mauzymauzy. You sure or prying ><;;
-kidding-

Five four, about a hundred and twenty-six pounds and not a bit of that seems to show up anywhere it shouldn't. After all, nobody wants an ugly Juliet and it's highly unlikely she could so easily tame a boy to 'play' with for the night if she didn't appear to the world like the girl next door who every one knows secretly goes out at night to nightclubs and comes home too late and wakes up too early just to complete the cycle.

Workwork, all day that makes a dull Jane.
The prospect of playing all night makes a beast of her.

Literally.

Though she may not look it and it's not perfectly clear unless you're subject to a show of it, but she really does have some strength to her. She often over guesses herself when around Ticky and attempts winning a wrestling match. Long term she's no good but in scuffles she can punch, kick and hurt with the best of them, although due to ehr weight pinning is not her best subject. But she can try!

Vainity makes her day. Not to say she's overly mirror savvy but she does care about how she looks, a trait learned quickly for her style of hunting.
Shoulder length black hair that she makes a point of looking not overly kept, translating into quickly straightening and running through with a brush or a little bit of gel and tying back. If anythign else is called for on stage, it is done there and washed out before she goes out for the night.
As for eyes she finds no flaw with them. Though they are windows to the souls he makes a point of acting very aggressive as it is in what she wants, so her predatory, lusting look isn't a coy cover-up but rather an inticement. Showing a bit of the truth in gold and hiding nothing.

As far as clothing's concerned she dresses modest for her night-time outings. A v-neck tee or sweater (Weather dependent), jacket or hoodie, and jeans. She does so to best hide the solid red hourglass small but very visual on her lower back. Also, she acts a whore. Doesn't mean she is one. (Well, she kinda is.)

As for the wolf, rather plain. A solid black wolf, rather lean. Gold eyes, red hourglass, a tiny bit larger than an average male gray wolf.

Personality:
Seductive, brash, bitter, violent, rude, possessive, bullying, mean, lying, wicked. Whatever's attractive about her, we may never know, but obviously she has her ways.

Infact, whatever it is it has a boy on her arm and a smirk on her face (Poor Ticky. Of course, maybe it's poor Jane. I'll have her spayed before I let them anywhere near eachother without supervision... Of course, with them I'm not sure if they'd be willing to do exhibitionism or not... They are a pretty strange couple.)(Hint: I don't want her having ANY kids with him. Anyone else, fine maybe, but if she lets you live long enough to see it, NO. Obviously there's something wrong with you. With Ticky, the damn thing would assend to be an incubus/succubus the first breath it took ><;;). With him she's likely to rip your face off in public for the wrong word where as alone it's far more likely she'll drag you into a dark corner and make a scrimshaw of your face after ripping out your vocal chords. It has nothing to do with love though. History makes sure that this creature won't repeat her first mistake. Lord have mercy if she ever did.

Infact, quite the opposite. Sex, murder and passion are her three laws of life.
Love has nothing to do with passion nor sex. She commits both. Her crime is her passion, sex is a lure. After all, a bed can be the best advertisment to a gender that thinks a whole lot with it's crotch. Men are pawns to her desires.

In other words she willingly acts like a whore to get what she wants which is satisfaction knowing she can toy with emotions and have her way (Which includes disebowlment and mutilation normally... Torture's always a runner up though!
Jane: -whispers- THey are the same thing.
Ohh... Riiight xx;;)

What may explain her attractive-ness (-coughgag- What little there is ><;;) may be body and her acting abilities (ie the ability to act polite for a long time or act innocent... or cute even before ripping your lungs out through a suspicious hole in your throat where your vocal chords once were).

Oddly enough she will not break a promise. She tends to avoid promises but makes them under rare circumstances. She may not seem to be keeping the promise but she does, even if it's only vaguely.

Also, try not to get in ehr way. She tends to avoid women and works very fast to get what she wants because she doesn't like being told no or interrupted. Though she won't think twice about murder she will try to avoid having to do more than she ahs to because it doesn't serve the same reason for her.

Strengths:
-Pretttyyy (Yay crotch brains!)
-Very good liar (Actress, ahem)
-Pretty intelligent
-Rather untrusting (Which is good for her, I suppose)

Weaknesses:
-Frets over getting her nails dirty
-Rather emotional sometimes if you can get to her (Impulsive also 8D)
-Addicted to murder/torture/mutilation
-Isn't terribly good at pinning people. Poor her.
-Often fails to understand her wrong. Thus making it alright to her to kill and be a tease with no commitment.
-Ruthlessly violent when provoked which often leads to careless mistakes that she would avoid with a level head.
-Love, sex and murder = It's fake, it's fun and it's not a crime if they can't catch you

Other:
She keeps a schedule almost (If she was ever bored enough to write one down)

Of course, that's like her... Except she doens't spend too much time awake at night. So the cycle more or less is workwork, the stage is great. 'Yes Steve, I'm staying in shape' and 'No Steve, I won't show you' because she knows if she ever killed her boss (head man of the stage) it'd be worse then than it is now. Then it's home to shower and put on a face, out the door at five to four to hang about and act civil and complete any errands or even make the special trip out of state or city on the eve of a free weekend to find a tempting boy to have her way with and dump the body later by way of bus or begging her coworkers or stage-hands, the alibi of a concert her ruse.

Once it hits nine, if she's not occupied it's likely she can be found at a loud nightclub or bar, hunting her next victim carefully. It's the kind predator that warns it's prey, and she does. She promises a night that they will never forget but won't be able to retell. Usually the boys are drunk enough they can't talk so it's kissing and way of groping that defines their okay of the situation. If they can talk, she gets then a little more drunk if she can before letting them lead her off tot heir house where it's decided by how aggressive she is if they will get lucky or simply have to claim being masochistic before their untimely demise, and hope they can get off on having themselves broken, more ways than one.

Oddly enough her attacks are covered up by someone, as if the media wants nothing to do with such things as mauled young men, cut down in their prime.

History:
With new inheritance and a vile hate of her father who left it and a cold stone marking what she would never know as an empty plot, money burned a hole in nineteen year old Alice Cartwright.
With a little work she arrived in the sweating current of bodies rocking to music, stinking of beer and drugs with a shiney new idenity reading Jane Hoyr, a five foot four dark-haired mistress of twenty-one years of age. One and she couldn't help but become swept into the trap.
She wasn't fevrent to break free, even when the sweltering heat made her swoon and a stranger's arms and hands swept her into the humid swell of bodies, diving down, down, finally escaping into the stench of a crisp February night.
She heard him tell her though her identy was rather good, she couldn't be that old... That she was too full yet. He told ehr he doubted she would ever become as lifeless as the rest of the crowd. She welcomed him into her mind.
He told her it was the fourteenth. She told him he was hers.
And for once, nobody fought her. Valentine's night was wasted on the living dead, February fifteenth was living and loving in the arms of the modern magik tamer's arms.
Two years florished the love between the magik tamer Bade and the not-so-empty beautiy Alice. Her birthname became his pet name for her while the idenity of Jane, the fearless lady with a well-muscled, beautiful boy on her arm, infesting her heart and mind all day, every day replaced Alice Cartwright, the girl next door.
The perfect girlfriend.
The good-girl.

Why would anything be different on the anniversary of their meeting which spawned such a desireous relationship where either were as much a part of eachother as they were of themselves. Truely they were soulmates, truely the creature of eight limbs, four eyes, two mouths, two noses, four years and two hearts divided and restored once again.
Oh, she could only wish in the following nights that fate were not so cruel.

And he said, he said "I love you very, very, very, very, very, very much, darling" and he promised that it was nothing bad when she began to feel herself dying. He said it was for the good, and he said he said that it was a birthday party. He promised it would be the first day of her real life.
He promised.
He promised it would be good.
Unfortunately, right he was...

Bade had kept a secret where she had none. Her muscled boy was nothing quite so tame nor human.
I love you very, very, very, very, very much.
Her lover was nothing quite so human, but nothing quite so vicious. Infact, he was the omega in his pack, bringing us to the conclusions Bade was the failure werewolf of New York underground.
And his promise was to show her love like no other, with only a bite and a moment of anguish. He promised to show her how to live true to herself...
And his promise held true.
Where are we going? she asked, fevered yet limp in his protective embrace. This was dying... Dying. Bade was killing her.

The bite bled very little, but from there she began to leak. She recognized this, and realized for him to continue loving his other half she needed to fill the gap. She worried over this for so long, a month or so after the infection...


And she realized... She realized that there was no way to permanently heal teh wound and stop the leak.


she knew that there had been a fatal failure between them in their love

and they were falling, spiralling downwards into the bottom of everything, the end of the empty cup


Both of them died in the light of the swollen moon, but death did not return either to god.
At the bottom of everything they saw it. They saw where they had gone wrong, and Bade who promised her reality was finally realizing his own.

He had tried so hard to join them as perfect lovers, knowing there was no where for a human and lycanthrope where both would be accepted in their admittance.

He became a corpse at the jaws of a beast spawn of his own love.
And in his bloody disbelief, his face alight with the reflection of the cursed moon in his own life, she realized.
Love was nothing.

Love had made her nobody

(Rest of the story is written up with all musical refrences included (Songs yay! BRIGHT EYES!) at www.freewebs.com/badactorswithbadhabits.

Yeah... Love it. Not completely finished yet, but close.)

[Rip]

mm cannibles

[Chesha J. Newfie]

I know. Tasty. -gigglefit--owns hannibal-