Posted: Sep 15 2011, 04:25 AM
I can't bring you back
Group: East Sider
Member No.: 732
Joined: 15-September 11
i'm the owner, i go by GYPSY.
you know you love me, don't deny it.
my hook-up's at CONTACT INFO: PM, so stay in touch
my little family consists of N/A
i came across this dandy little place at RED CARPET & REBELLION
am i under fourteen? NO sir!
I M A G I N E D . I D E N T I T Y
...EVERY STORY HAS A START...
FULL NAME: Alyce Margaret Morow
DATE OF BIRTH: December 4th, 1986
LOCATION: The East Side
...JUST A MAP OF THE WORLD...
EYES: Large, blue eyes
HAIR: Brown hair, above her shoulders, wavy and curly
BUILD: She has a slender build but has curves in all the right places.
ANYTHING ELSE: She has a tattoo of a bird on both shoulder blades on her back and a small star on the back of her neck.
PB: Marion Cotillard
...WITH THE POWER TO BE...
Where Alyce was once outgoing, fun loving, and bright she is now very solemn, calm, and introverted. It takes a lot to get past her shell, now, and though she remains polite with most people she interacts with she tends to keep a wall up between herself and others. Soft spoken, hard working, yet elusive, she's become the cliché mystery people want to solve. No one knows her story and she likes it that way; she knows it and that's enough.
Although she seems fragile, she isn't; she's been through a lot and though her depression gets her down at times, she still has some fight in her if someone dares to cross her. The temper she's developed is quite explosive but it takes a lot to get her to that point. For the most part, she tends to stay out of other people's way so confrontations are few and far apart. It's not that she doesn't like people...it's more that it's much easier to be on her own. Other people being around leads to questions, questions that she doesn't want to answer. As such she spends many days and nights alone which she prefers. There's great comfort for her in silence.
On her good days, her humour is decent and she's a bit more personable. As a friend, she tries hard to remain loyal and consistent despite her own problems. The last thing she wants to do is burden her friends with her problems and as such she hides her issues from them. No one knows just how deep of a hole she's into and Alyce has worked very hard to make sure that it stays that way. In the meantime she makes every effort to be the friend that's on-call at any time of day or night for anything. Whoever makes it into her inner circle is treated very well by her.
Overall, Alyce is a broken soul trying her best to find it once again. Perhaps one day she'll find her former self but in the meantime she's the broken-hearted spirit that tries to go on without a heart beating.
*Classic movies from the 50s
*Museums and art galleries
*Coffee and anything coffee related
*Reading fictional novels
*Staying up late
*Going to the gym
*Slasher and/or ghost movies
*The crime life in BC
*Lack of manners
*Hard working ethic
*Working with her hands
*A tad anti-social
*Has a temper
*Afraid to love again
...BORN IN BLACK AND WHITE...
PARENTS: Dylan and Amanda Morow
OTHER SIGNIFICANT FAMILY: Pet cat named Pooky
PLACE OF BIRTH: BC
Alyce was born to two writers, Amanda and Dylan Morow, on December 4th, 1986. The day was a chilly one and poor Mrs. Morrow had to wait in traffic to get to the hospital but she made it in time to deliver little Alyce in warmth and comfort. The newborn was borne into a middle class family that wasn't rich nor poor for her mother successfully wrote fiction while her father wrote reports and studies for the university not far from their home. Alyce's arrival was welcomed warmly and Christmas was especially happy that year.
As Alyce grew, it was obvious that she enjoyed the arts. Arts and crafts quickly became her favourite thing to do but she also enjoyed reading, writing, and did fairly well in math. Her parents' occupations allowed them to spend time with her. Alyce's childhood was thus a happy one, one with many memories that would often make her smile when reminiscing. The other children liked her very much, her home life was stable, and she had all a child good dream of.
Her high school memories proved to be just as good. She maintained her school ethic while balancing a (very active) social life. Her parents remained supportive and active with her and it was the time when she met Michael Williamson. He was a sweet person, very likeable, very attractive and part of the crime life in “The Ship”. The fact went above and beyond Alyce's head, however, as she got to know Mike more and more. She never saw the criminal side of him. She only saw the side that laughed at her jokes, who gave her a shoulder to cry on when she needed, and who supported her love for painting more than anyone else.
Their friendship quickly became a relationship later on in her high school career. Alyce tried her best to conceal Mike's criminal ways from her family and when they did find out, she merely dated him in secret. There was no stopping her from pursuing this young love she so adored. Mike treated her well, as best as he could. He tried to buy her things when he had the money, always initiated communication, and was greatly interested in her artistic talents. What more could a girl ask for?
Naturally, they married young. How Mike came up with the money to help pay rent on their apartment she had no idea. Nor did she want to know. All she knew was that he was helping and that was enough. She worked during the day at a part-time retail job as she took art classes at the community college at night, slowly but surely working her way up in the art world. Bit by bit, she received more praise and had her paintings in art galleries and local art shows here and there. Mike supported her all the way. Her parents, however, were enraged at their daughter and all contact was cut off.
After some time, things slowly began to change. Mike became more and more antsy, would stay out even later than usual at night, and was even more adamant about telling her nothing about what he did. With her husband becoming more paranoid and more demanding, Alyce became more unhappy. The strain was taking a toll on their marriage where fights often broke out between the couple. Mike made her cry on more than one occasion, walked out on her, slammed doors in her face. It was all she could do to remain sane. Then, the unthinkable finally hit: Mike was found dead. He'd been shot down by The Irish Operation for it turned out that Mike had been working for The Fierro Family.
The loss devastated Alyce. She knew that Michael had been deep into some heavy stuff but she had no idea it was that deep. Their marriage didn't end on a happy note but it didn't mean she had loved him any less. Mike had not only been her husband but also her best friend. The loss led to her parents talking to her again but it wasn't enough. Depression took its hold on her. She paints now with dark colours and morbid themes, not having left the apartment that she and Mike had shared. Her only income is from her art so she makes sure to indulge in that, working from home, sometimes not going outside for days at a time. Where her life will lead her now, no one knows. All she knows is a dark world tainted by crime which she know uses as her muse for her paintings.
...I COULD BE A TOWER...
MEMBERSHIP TITLE: I can't bring you back
The morning started as each one did; not really the morning. It was 1pm in the afternoon and Alyce looked at her clock for a moment before letting that information register. Everything in her body begged her to not get up. Her muscles were stiff, her eyelids were heavy, and her bed felt more comfortable than should be allowed. However, she made herself at least sit up in her bed and shake the cobwebs from her head. There was work to be done today. Looking out the large window, she was happy to see that it was yet another rainy day in “The Ship”. In fact, it was pouring out and she liked it. It made her apartment all the more cozy-feeling to her. With the rain as her soundtrack for the day, Alyce finally mustered up the strength to get out of bed altogether.
The floor was cold to the touch as she made her way to the kitchen to make herself some coffee. To anyone else who looked around her apartment, it was (quite frankly), nothing more than a dump. It was small, dark, and in The East Side; the place that God forgot about. Yet to her the apartment was a sanctuary. She could hide from the world here and not worry about the little that BC had to offer her. All she needed was her morning cuppa and her painting to make it through. That and her comfy bed.
While the coffee brewed, Alyce pressed the Play button on her answering machine. ”Hello Ms Morow, this is.....” the message dragged on and on, asking to display her paintings in another local art show. Alyce listened closely not because she was overly interested. It took a lot to get her interested these days. She was listening for how much they would pay her. After some time, the caller finally got around to naming their price....which was decent. Writing down the caller's name and number on the notepad by the answering machine, she made a mental note to remember to call back. She could be horrible at remembering the most simple of things, especially now.
Finally, the coffee was done and the aroma made Alyce want it more than ever. With her favourite mug in hand, she made sure to pour some milk in a dish for her cat, Pooky. Pooky was a cat that she and Mike had adopted together and the name had been a joke between the two of them. Now Pooky was the only company Alyce truly enjoyed anymore. He always slept in her bed, slept by her as she painted, and seemed to wait for her when she actually ventured out of the apartment. Now he sat on her lap as she lounged on the couch in the living room, watching the news on her tv.
The coffee was gone much too soon but Alyce was too comfortable to get up to get more. Her cat was with her, the rain was outside, and there were no lights on to blare her awake. For one of the few moments as of late, Alyce felt like she was at peace. The knowledge made her smile to herself as she snuggled down a bit into the couch, making Pooky shift as well so he could continue to be comfortable. Even he seemed to realize that it was a rare moment for her.
Posted: Sep 15 2011, 07:19 PM
Group: North Ender (admin)
Member No.: 4
Joined: 28-September 07
- When you say "The Ship" in her history, do you mean "Shop City" or "the Bish"?
While the Irish Op and the Fierros certainly have no love lost between them and are, in a way, rivals, no blood has been spilled so far. At this point, the Irish Operation is too small an operation to take on a Bishop City criminal powerhouse like the Fierros, and an action as straightforward as the one you mention here (where the Irish Op took out a player specifically for playing for the Fierros) would have resulted in an all-out war - which isn't yet the case, and which the Irish Op couldn't, at this point, have won (and so would be unlikely to initiate before they had a few more players in their corner). Because of the implications this would have for the crime families, it would be better if you simply stated that Mike was shot down by a competing criminal gang, as - especially around East Side - smaller-scale retaliations and battles are fought every day.
- At the end of the history, where you describe her developing depression (and also the way you describe it in her personality), it seems to me more like you're describing mourning and anger, and reclusive behaviour as a result of this, rather than clinical depression, so you might want to consider rephrasing this part.
Welcome to Closer, Gypsy! Remember to do your sign-ups and post in who's who! If you'd like to make the edits I mentioned in your app, just PM me or Heidi (all our accounts are listed in the sidebar), and we'll be happy to unlock the topic for you =)