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ALPHONZETTA REMUS INNES

FULL NAME: Alphonzetta Remus Innes
NICKNAMES: Ali, Alphie, Fonz, Fonzie, Zeta, Etta, Ari
SEX: Female
AGE: Seventeen
BIRTHDAY: April 1st
HOMETOWN: New York
ETHNICITY: Italian American
SEXUALITY: Bisexual
GRADE: Junior
OCCUPATION: Hooker/Pole Dancer/Drug Dealer
ORIGINAL OR CANON: Original
FACE CLAIM: Talulah Riley

HEIGHT: 5'8
WEIGHT: 120lbs
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Tiny waist, elfin features, haunted eyes
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:

Whatever the surroundings, Alphie will be wearing make up. She's not so inside her own head that she doesn't realise the need to keep up appearances. Whilst her makeup tends to be mostly subtle with one accentuating feature at school or when dealing, it tends to be much more extravagant when she is dabbling in her other businesses, earning what she calls her 'college fund', even though most that know her know she doesn't intend to go to college at all. If you manage to get a close look at Alphie, you'll see that she's extremely skinny. The cause of this is a combination of two factors. The first is that she takes almost as many drugs as she sells, and so usually doesn't bother eating. The second is that most of her jobs depend on her being tiny and desirable. If she gained ten pounds, she'd be fired.

As she stands at five feet and eight inches and weighs around a hundred and twenty pounds (although she long since stopped weighing herself), Alphie could medically be classed anorexic, but she doesn't much care. Her periods have stopped, but that just means that she doesn't have to rely on one job for a week out of every month. It also means, thankfully, that she can't get pregnant. This is more a good thing than anything, because, as a Catholic Italian American, she doesn't really believe in abortion, and most of her clients don't bother with such formalities as condoms.

Alphie has a few small scars, most of them on her forearms and the tops of her thighs, where people have maliciously docked out cigarettes or slashed her 'as a warning'.

CLOTHING STYLE:

Alphie isn't really one for the casual comfortable look, unless she's absolutely positive that no-one can see her, and in all honesty, she's paranoid enough to think that someone's always watching her. Normally, at school, when she bothers going, she wears a long sleeved shirt or pullover and jeans or trousers. She has to cover up, you see, and try to look healthier than she really is. People can't suspect her for anything, otherwise people will start to snoop, and that's the worst thing that could happen. At night, it depends what she's doing as to what she's wearing. Typically, prostituting herself, she'll wear a short skirt, midriff-baring top and massive heels. Her outfits for pole dancing aren't much different, but they tend to be themed - police woman, school kid, firefighter, army chick, whatever. For drug dealing, she doesn't much bother about what she's wearing, or whether or not it even matches.

LIKES: fantasy shows, cocaine, dancing, acting, music, comfy beds, alcohol, flirting, money, sex
DISLIKES: lecherous old men, documentaries, blueberries, weed ("pussy drugs"), power cuts, being broke, moustaches, needles
STRENGTHS: seeming innocent, quick mind for arithmetics, deceiving people (mainly her parents), linguistics (can speak necessary phrases in spanish, french, catalan, and portuguese - is fluent in italian and english)
WEAKNESSES: opportunity for more money, cocaine, attractive men, being treated nicely (surprises and upsets her)
GOALS: to earn enough to move away, to open her own business
FEARS: being caught, being stuck as she is forever
HABITS: chews on the side of her thumb when nervous, fakes orgasms, smokes after sex
OVERALL PERSONALITY:

It would not be the truth to say that Alphonzetta hates herself. Truthfully, she has no real opinion. She doesn't think about it much, but she knows that other people like her. That seems to be enough to go on, at least for what she's doing at the moment. As long as she's reasonably attractive to people that'll pay her, she's not really into judging herself. She only does in the vaguest of ways when cars or people pass her over for someone else working her street. As long as she earns money, Alphie isn't really fussed. She was never vain, conceited or bitchy like most people her age, but she is paranoid and just a little bit defensive. She doesn't like people meddling in her business unless they have a right to (and only three people have that right, and one of them never bothers), and can get violent when people don't know when to quit.

Alphie doesn't really have much of a temper. For a drug addict, she's oddly mellow, considering everything she takes is hardcore or experimental, but there are times when even she snaps. As a general rule, if people hit her and she didn't deserve it, she'll hit back. If people insult her for no reason, she can be sarcastic, witty, or just plain evil in return. Most of the time, when she can't be bothered, or when what they're saying isn't really bothering her, she'll let them get it out of their system and then just hit them with an eerily accurate parting shot. People don't particularly like her, unless they've seen her dancing, slept with her (they normally come back again) or she's given them a hit of something they couldn't refuse. She doesn't care much about that, either, but she still manages to hear things. She seems to always be in the centre of the rumour mill. Anything she hears, at least ninety five per cent of the time, is accurate, and people have been known to go to her to check out a certain person's reputation. For all of her indifference, she seems to be a retainer for information, and can tell you at least five salient points about any solitary person in the high school. Unless they're new, and then it tends to only be one or two until she learns more.

Despite her addiction, Alphie takes good care of herself, and of her father. He is unemployed, fired for being drunk at his post and beating up the bosses son, and hasn't really stopped drinking since his wife died. Alphie does the weekly shop, picks up his money for the week, which pretty much all goes towards beer and cigarettes. Any extra money he has will go on the occasional flutter at the bookies, either on the horses or the dogs (he doesn't really pay attention, but when he wins, he occasionally remembers his own daughter and buys her something). He doesn't ask where her money comes from, because he doesn't want to admit that he's been blacking out a lot more than he used to, and can't remember most days. She's something of a motherly figure, and cleans up after him, around him, and for him. She medicates him (legally) when he's not feeling well, but never lectures, nags, or bothers him. It's not really much of a surprise that he forgets she's there.

MOTHER: Vincenza Innes, 40, deceased
FATHER: James Innes, 45, alcoholic/unemployed
SIBLINGS: N/A
OTHER: TJ, 25, pimp. Carl, 27, dealer.
PETS: N/A
HISTORY:

Alphonzetta was the first and last of Vincenza and James' children that survived. It seemed a cruel joke that their only surviving child was born on April Fool's Day, but that was the way it was, and at least that meant that they couldn't forget her birthday. She was a typical child, climbing where she wasn't supposed to, waking up when she was meant to sleep, crying for no reason, and breaking things she wasn't even supposed to touch. They learned pretty quickly to keep anything valuable out of her reach, but any lapse meant another out payment of at least two hundred dollars, and a smacked bottom for the unwitting child.

She learned to walk at eleven months, and to talk in proper sentences (both Italian and English) not long after. She was a bright baby, but soon lost her interest in learning when she found other, more exciting things to do. Her favourite thing to do as a five year old was climb trees, and at six it was having tea parties. At seven, she learned to skateboard (though not well) and was subject to many trips to the hospital for a broken arm, fractured wrist, shattered collarbone, a series of stitches in various places, and a severely sprained knee. At nine years old, she started to ask for a brother or sister, thinking that it would resolve the arguments that her parents had when they thought she was asleep and tucked up in bed. However, she seemed to make things worse, and her mother left to 'find herself', which basically meant that she wasn't coming back. James was still very much in love with her, but, like any addict, refused to admit it.

Three years later, they got a letter telling them that Vincenza had passed away. Blonder than her appearance would have you believe, she had never changed her next of kin, or altered her will, and everything went to Alphie and James. Most of the money was locked up in a bank account that couldn't be accessed until Alphie was 21, but that didn't matter. She had plenty of her own money, and her dad didn't even seem bothered about it either way. At thirteen years old, she had been wandering the streets, not exactly crying over her mother, but wanting to. She had been wondering what was going to happen to her, because even then she had known that her father wasn't going to be much help. She thought long and hard, but the only solution that she could come up with was her getting a paper round, and that wasn't going to help very much at all, was it?

She was introduced to her current way of life in quite a simple way. An older boy, around twenty or so, had come up to her and asked if she wanted to earn a couple of pounds. Of course she did, she had replied, but with an insight that was beyond her years, she had asked what she had to do with an unnamed sense of nervousness and anxiety roiling in the pit of her stomach. What she had had to do, however, was simply deliver a couple of packages of white stuff to a person in the park, and then come back and give this man the money. She wasn't to look at how much it was, and she wasn't to run away with it, because he'd find her and be very angry (you wouldn't like me when I'm angry). She did as he said, and throughout the past five years has graduated to selling and taking it herself. She has no patience for soft drugs, weed or M-Cat, and although speed is a rare treat, she never touches heroin, either to palm off or take herself.

She got into the seedier side of work when she was fifteen. Already most of the way through puberty, she looked older than she was, and as she stood on a corner waiting for her dealer one night, another guy had come up to her and asked if she wanted to earn some 'real money'. Of course she did, so she asked what she had to do. As no prostitute can really be a virgin, he 'broke her in' that night, and told her what rates she should charge for each action that he taught her. Ten dollars a handjob, twenty five for a blowjob, fifty for regular sex and a hundred and twenty for anything kinkier. If a woman came along, for the moment she had to send them to Cherie. Two nights a week (Saturday and Sunday, usually), she would dance in the strip club that she wasn't even legally allowed to go into.

Most people don't know what she's up to at night, and that suits her just fine. She works where her peers don't normally venture after dark, and truth be told, she doesn't much want them to know. She's not ashamed, but she'd much rather keep her business to herself and not have to fend off questions, insults, and lewd comments any more than she already has to.

NAME: Fionn
AGE: Eighteen
EXPERIENCE: Aaaaaaaaaaages
DISCOVERY: PBS
OTHER CHARACTERS: N/A
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