Post by Alanna Petrella on Apr 21, 2007 23:49:36 GMT -5
Name: Alanna Niccole Petrella
Age: Eighteen
Gender: Female
Race: Mmm, Italian.
Extra:
HEY DID YOU KNOW THAT ALANNA IS..
left handed?
double jointed in the fingers?
unhealthily addicted to caffeine?
..yet a health freak?
against smoking?
and drunk driving?
a lover? not a fighter?
attachted to her phone?
inlove with Johnny Knoxville?
flexible?
not a fan of writing about herself?
Yeah, go figure.
Age: Eighteen
Gender: Female
Race: Mmm, Italian.
General Features: With natural deep auburn hair, styled and cut just above shoulder length, curls to pin straight was often noticed within the locks. Eyes of a rich hazel stared back at any glance, often lined with casual light make up. Mascara, and a bit liner always did the trick. Flaunt your natural beauty. Alanna did just that. With skin smooth and slick, it was tanned to a golden perfection over every inch and curve of her nearly flawless figure. With hips and a stomach of the dancer she grew to be since the age of two, it wasn't uncommon that she could attract stares with skimpy articles of clothing. Flaunt it.
Standing tall at just a few inches over five foot, Alanna didn't let her lack of height get to the best of her, though often, silently, she'd curse the genetic trait that was unfortunately passed down from generation to generation. When dolled up, Alanna showed her true age, in public without cares of her looks, she looked to be the age of thirteen. Nothing to be thankful for.
Of course heels were constantly adorned to her rather small feet, but it wasn't typically her height that people noticed first hand. Weight? Which girl in the entire world was crazy enough to give an exact number.. without lying? Proportioned. That was her answer. Enough to be seen, that's for sure.
Personality: There wasn't exactly a certain phrase or word that could best describe Alanna. She acted naturally in several different ways around specific people. She could be spotted as the shy, extra-cautious friend who worries just slightly too much, but at the same time could be the wild free-spirited beauty living life to it's fullest. Mood swings were what pushed her from changing attitudes.
Did she have flaws? Of course, is there anyone who doesn't? Of course not. Being too paranoid over stupid things was a major one. The littlest things, from taking someone's word the wrong way, to worrying too much about the future. Most things set her off, and that's what mostly made people distant from her. It was annoying at times, and Alanna herself knew it, but, she was working on it. Not everyone is perfect, right? Another imperfection in her life would be self-esteem/respect. Sure she had it, but not enough. In her eyes, she could be ten times better, regardless if it was the truth or not. It often caused a sadness in her that would make her distant herself from others, but of course, the optimism in Alanna's like would spring her back to normal.
She could 'blame' her personality, and the way she acted upon parents, peers, and especially her brother, who she'd gain respect and looked up to on a regular basis, since eighteen years back. Her warm-loving heart opened up and sent out sympathy to anyone who desired it, regardless if it was required or not. She was a softie, but that's just how she was raised.
Some could easily mistake the petite princess as a spoiled, self centered, cold hearted at the least, little brat, but it was those who knew the real Alanna, who saw her real beauty and intelligent mind that knew that rumors were a simple fame. So she got the clothes, the looks, and the body. So girls were jealous. It was a disease, and certainly began far before eighteen years ago.
Flawless? A girl can only dream. She was average, wishing of attracted guys, jealous of any supermodel's gorgeous glowing body, and certainly lacking in the math department within school. She had friends, as well as the enemies. It was life, she was in it, and there weren't any easy ways out of it. Regardless what any ignorant mind could imagine.
History: Well, it all started back in a big city in the state of New York. No, not NYC, a bit smaller, but almost matching in crime rate. Luckily, her parents and older brother managed to make it out well in a safe little suburb town, just twenty minutes from the city itself.
Alanna was the youngest of the two children in the Petrella home. Michael was her older brother of age twenty three. There was no closer brother and sister. Of course the sibling brawl would occur, that's natural, but when it all boiled down, the two looked to eachother for everything. They were their worlds. Sandra and Anthony, Mr. & Mrs. Petrella were the creators of the two. They weren't divorced and they had decent paying jobs. They were supportive of their kids, and stepped up to play the defensive and protective parents when need be. Did they fight? Don't all families? Family appreciation was big in the true Italian family.
Back to Alanna. At the age of two or so, the young girl found her love and passion for dance. And at the age of eighteen, nothing has changed except technique, skill, strength, and love for the activity. The first pair of ballet, tap, pointe, and nearly endless other variety in shoes were gifts from the heavens above. There was no greater passion in Alanna's life than dancing.
Hard times unfortunately clicked throughout her life. At the age of thirteen, she experienced a loss she figured no one could compare too. Her best friend of nine years was diagnosed with cancer, and passed on at the age of fourteen. Death was one thing that completely changed Alanna, for the worse and yet somewhat for the better. It's been said that the incident itself is the cause for her paranoia. Although it was hard, Alanna managed to hold her head high, and continue to breathe.
....as she continues to, each and everyday.
Standing tall at just a few inches over five foot, Alanna didn't let her lack of height get to the best of her, though often, silently, she'd curse the genetic trait that was unfortunately passed down from generation to generation. When dolled up, Alanna showed her true age, in public without cares of her looks, she looked to be the age of thirteen. Nothing to be thankful for.
Of course heels were constantly adorned to her rather small feet, but it wasn't typically her height that people noticed first hand. Weight? Which girl in the entire world was crazy enough to give an exact number.. without lying? Proportioned. That was her answer. Enough to be seen, that's for sure.
Personality: There wasn't exactly a certain phrase or word that could best describe Alanna. She acted naturally in several different ways around specific people. She could be spotted as the shy, extra-cautious friend who worries just slightly too much, but at the same time could be the wild free-spirited beauty living life to it's fullest. Mood swings were what pushed her from changing attitudes.
Did she have flaws? Of course, is there anyone who doesn't? Of course not. Being too paranoid over stupid things was a major one. The littlest things, from taking someone's word the wrong way, to worrying too much about the future. Most things set her off, and that's what mostly made people distant from her. It was annoying at times, and Alanna herself knew it, but, she was working on it. Not everyone is perfect, right? Another imperfection in her life would be self-esteem/respect. Sure she had it, but not enough. In her eyes, she could be ten times better, regardless if it was the truth or not. It often caused a sadness in her that would make her distant herself from others, but of course, the optimism in Alanna's like would spring her back to normal.
She could 'blame' her personality, and the way she acted upon parents, peers, and especially her brother, who she'd gain respect and looked up to on a regular basis, since eighteen years back. Her warm-loving heart opened up and sent out sympathy to anyone who desired it, regardless if it was required or not. She was a softie, but that's just how she was raised.
Some could easily mistake the petite princess as a spoiled, self centered, cold hearted at the least, little brat, but it was those who knew the real Alanna, who saw her real beauty and intelligent mind that knew that rumors were a simple fame. So she got the clothes, the looks, and the body. So girls were jealous. It was a disease, and certainly began far before eighteen years ago.
Flawless? A girl can only dream. She was average, wishing of attracted guys, jealous of any supermodel's gorgeous glowing body, and certainly lacking in the math department within school. She had friends, as well as the enemies. It was life, she was in it, and there weren't any easy ways out of it. Regardless what any ignorant mind could imagine.
History: Well, it all started back in a big city in the state of New York. No, not NYC, a bit smaller, but almost matching in crime rate. Luckily, her parents and older brother managed to make it out well in a safe little suburb town, just twenty minutes from the city itself.
Alanna was the youngest of the two children in the Petrella home. Michael was her older brother of age twenty three. There was no closer brother and sister. Of course the sibling brawl would occur, that's natural, but when it all boiled down, the two looked to eachother for everything. They were their worlds. Sandra and Anthony, Mr. & Mrs. Petrella were the creators of the two. They weren't divorced and they had decent paying jobs. They were supportive of their kids, and stepped up to play the defensive and protective parents when need be. Did they fight? Don't all families? Family appreciation was big in the true Italian family.
Back to Alanna. At the age of two or so, the young girl found her love and passion for dance. And at the age of eighteen, nothing has changed except technique, skill, strength, and love for the activity. The first pair of ballet, tap, pointe, and nearly endless other variety in shoes were gifts from the heavens above. There was no greater passion in Alanna's life than dancing.
Hard times unfortunately clicked throughout her life. At the age of thirteen, she experienced a loss she figured no one could compare too. Her best friend of nine years was diagnosed with cancer, and passed on at the age of fourteen. Death was one thing that completely changed Alanna, for the worse and yet somewhat for the better. It's been said that the incident itself is the cause for her paranoia. Although it was hard, Alanna managed to hold her head high, and continue to breathe.
....as she continues to, each and everyday.
Family: Mother: Sandra Petrella
Father: Anthony Petrella
Brother: Michael Joseph Petrella
Father: Anthony Petrella
Brother: Michael Joseph Petrella
Major: Physcology/Youth Counceling
Desired Future Profession: Some sort of adolescent councelor.
Favorite Class: Phsycology/Sociology
Grade Level: Freshmen
Desired Future Profession: Some sort of adolescent councelor.
Favorite Class: Phsycology/Sociology
Grade Level: Freshmen
Extra:
HEY DID YOU KNOW THAT ALANNA IS..
left handed?
double jointed in the fingers?
unhealthily addicted to caffeine?
..yet a health freak?
against smoking?
and drunk driving?
a lover? not a fighter?
attachted to her phone?
inlove with Johnny Knoxville?
flexible?
not a fan of writing about herself?
Yeah, go figure.
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