Alison Lewit
Folk punk enthusiast, trust fund baby, all around slacker.
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| Species: Human Height: 5'4" Weight: 125 lbs Sex: Female Age: 21 Birthday: October 29th Orientation: Men Occupation: "I guess I'm like...kinda in a band?" |
Going nowhere, and not going there fast: Alison never had any grand aspirations, despite being born into a wealthy and prestigious family. All throughout her life she was incredibly lethargic, and aloof to a fault. As a young girl she didn't play with any of the other children. She instead elected to lock herself in her boarding school's musty attic, and play her gameboy until recess was over. As a teenager she didn't have any friends (although many tried to get within her good graces) real or otherwise. She instead spent almost all her time huddled in the corners of the computer lab, or sealed within the dark confines of her sizable bedroom. She didn't even bother going to class most days! She coasted through school effortlessly thanks to her parent's wealth and influence. As a result, Allie lacks any formal training in most subjects--though she does have somewhat of a knack for computer science. As a young adult, Alison spends her days cooped up in a single bedroom apartment. Her only friends are the multiple computers haphazardly strewn about her living space; it's with these that she forms any semblance of a connection to the outside world, though she's practically a hermit in this sense as well. She rarely leaves her apartment complex--after all why would she leave? She's got everything she needs right here, within the comforts of her own home. She spends a lot of time honing her "skills" as a code monkey, and fancies herself a hacker. This is far from reality unfortunately, as she of course lacks any formal training as a software engineer. It's a shame; if the dozy-eyed girl bothered to try, she might have been able to turn her talent for coding into a career. No matter, after all with Alison's father mailing check after check to her address, this lazy lass can sustain herself off daddy's money for the rest of her natural life. Alison has somewhat of an aversion to natural light, having spent most of her days cooped up in the darkness of her officespace. When she does manage to leave however, she wears a dark hoodie and tattered skinny jeans. Her hair is long, dyed blonde, and generally well kept despite her slobby lifestyle. She covers the tippy top of her head with a cap; way down on her feet are a pair of kickass sneakers! You wouldn't be able to tell she came from money if you spotted her on the street, and she prefers it that way. Alison is a HUGE poser; she listens to only the most obscure bands and makes only the most obscure references. Her blog revolves solely around the antiquated genre "Shoegaze", a style of music she herself plays in. Living in inner city Manhattan, 2119, you'd think she'd listen to music from this millennia. Alison attends small underground art exhibitions in her free time...when She's not smoking herself out with her fellow enlightened individuals of course. Alison's personality can be described as equal parts lethargic and sarcastic. If she's not giving you a bored stare, she's probably thinking up some witty remark and waiting for the right moment to drop it. Despite the playful nature of her cutting words, Alison's sense of humor is drier than a desert. She likes to bury her nose in her phone while she walks. She secretly browses photos of cute animals, and painfully unfunny internet memes. Alison is the type of person who's not afraid to share her opinions and interests you see--as long as said interest properly communicate her "immense intelligence". She refuses to use her phone to listen to music, instead using an old handheld cassette player she bought off Ebay for several hundred of dollars. The thing's supposedly an antique, and boy does it look like one! Despite her subdued and subtle facial expressions, Alison can get emotional from time-to-time. Years of her parents emotionally neglecting her, and her peers seeking to use her, has left her without a proper grasp of her feelings. If she blows up at you, don't be offended, she's a ticking timebomb. If you can cut through all her layers, you'll find that Alison is just a lost and lonely girl. She never grew up because she never had a reason to, and never knew how. |
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