Flora Larson
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out of character info
Name/Alias: Alison Pronouns: she/they Age: 21 Join Our Discord: c; Timezone: Est Activity: 6.9/10 Triggers: n/a Password: jimmy can fast pass my ass Character that you’re applying for: Flora Larson Favourite ships for your character: Honestly I don’t even know. She loves her friends.
in character info
Full name: Flora Marie Larson Birthday: March 10th (Pisces) Sexuality, gender, pronouns: Heterosexual, cis female, she/her Age and grade: Freshman, 14
Appearance:
The pique of Flora’s height is 5’5, not too tall, but not quite short enough that she had to always climb to reach the top shelf. She has a pretty oval face, a defined jawline, and zaffre blue eyes, framed by her carefully kept blonde hair. She absolutely refuses to let dyes or bleach anywhere near it, instead she opts to keep it up, ponytails, or her signature space buns, when it’s down it hangs down just past her waist.
She doesn’t have freckles or any discoloration, but she does have a small birthmark behind her left ear, at the hairline. It’s a chocolate brown circle, the size of a quarter. She often has something cover it, whether it’s an expertly “forgotten” lock of hair, or makeup. On the subject of makeup, she is rarely seen without a full face of it, despite having good skin and no real reason to use it aside from the desire to.
Her sense of style can be easily explained as extra. Extra glitter, lace, and pink; hues ranging from rose gold to pastel pink are her go to’s. In no stereotypical sense, she comes off visually as a typical blonde white girl.
Personality:
Despite her look being almost movie cliche, her attitude and conceited actions both harden the impression and demolish it. She's extremely full of herself, frankly doesn't even consider that someone could be more important than her, but outwardly she's kind and listens to other people's problems, and tries to actively help them with their issues. Flora is one of those girls who joins student council thinking they could actually make a difference, and is crushed when they realize nothing comes from it.
She's sensitive, and very empathetic, but on the downside, she has very little self-control, blames everything on something else, has a tendency to disappear whenever anything goes awry. Though her intentions are almost always pure, she has an idealistic way about her, that makes her come off as an ungrateful bitch, where the best isn't good enough for her.
History:
When Flora was in the second grade, her parents split for the first time, getting back and splitting again over the course of the never four years. Her on and off again parents. Due to this, her housing situation wasn’t stable, and she spent time living with her aunt in Denver. There she learned the cause of the instability of her parents relationship, her father’s long time mistress Danielle, and her half-brother Chase. Those two, despite not technically being part of her family, she sees them as such and visits them whenever possible.
The summer after fifth grade she was sent to a Catholic school, in hopes to reform her behavior. She blatantly disregarded things her mother told her, and started smoking at a young age. A habit she took from Millie, but later dropped. After two and a half years of the school tolerating her, she was expelled. An extreme game of Truth or Dare took a morbid turn and it resulted in the death of another participate, another student at the school. Flora, along with five other students were expelled for being a part of the game, and none of them said who gave the dare.
Returning home, March of her eighth grade year, old to be homeschooled for the rest of the year, before starting high school that fall. During the first semester of high school, she started with sports, and hates to not see them all the way through. She started other clubs, such as poetry, debate, and photography.
Her mother, Elizabeth Larsen, and her father, Jace Larsen, never filed for divorce and are currently living together. Her mother is a severe alcoholic, and has verbally abusive tendencies. Her father, on the other hand, was supposed to swear off Danielle, but sees her frequently. He goes to the length that he bribes Flora pretty hefty sums, frequently, to keep it under wraps. She rarely converses with Millie, having a deep hatred for her older sister.
Sample paragraph:
The music boomed in the young blonde's hair, her lungs struggling for fresh air, suffocating through the breath of there cheers, thick with lust, liquor, and various drugs. The beats reverberating in her bones and she runs a hand through her hair, making her way through the crowd. This was something, a scene on repeat, a visual broken record, that Flora had seen a million times. Verging on monotonous, she still found herself smiling, laughing hysterically over the smallest things, and takinging without knowing the name.
Setting a stamp, the dimensions of the width of her pinky nail, who even have it to her? She didn't know, nor did she particularly care, anything was better than going home and seeing her sister. As the song faded into another, the best moved her into motion with her best friend of the evening. Whatever her name was, black hair, Jenny? It didn't matter, Flora was in the party cycle, drugs, intoxicated singling to trap music, and sooner or later some guy would grow some balls and try to talk to her.
The song repeating the lines she laughed at with her friends, "You are unforgettable, I need to get you alone," a guy she didn't know sang with her as he cut into the dance, giving him a vibrant smile, there was no way he'd do this if he knew he wasn't going to get laid tonight. Singing at him, not really to him, he wasn't listening, he was a little too grabby for her tastes. She wasn't the type to leave after just half a song, so the blonde played it up. He could think he set the tone, but he wasn't getting anything.
Two songs full of touching later, the guy, of whom never introduced himself was panting, insisting they go upstairs, Flora was high on color, and the taste of music, so she declined, as he got rougher, she caved. In a room upstairs, stumbling on the way, walking who? Flora doesn't know her. Thrown up against a wall in only what she could guess was some sort of sloppy kiss, her long acrylic nails found their way into his skin, leaving the room, flying down the stairs as he tried to compose himself.
Getting her new and temporary friend, and pressing for a ride home, after what felt like a long time, an eternity, condensed in the span of four minutes, an Uber pulled up, and the duo vanished into the dark. The experience left a secret behind the mess of saliva she endured.
Headcanons:
She doesn’t have any pets, however she’s very fond of a stray white cat that she nicknamed Lily. Going as far as to bring this cat in with her when it’s raining or snowing.
Though raised by two devout catholics, she doesn’t believe any of it, and has a deep belief that aliens have to do with how ancient cultures were run. A conspiracy theorist at heart. She loves all stories, from urban legends to even the most far-fetched conspiracy theories. She fully believes that the government is always watching, and that this universe may have collided with others, this resulting in the Mandela Effects, and unexplainable artifacts.
She never plays video games with a deep plot, they have to be open, much like GTA, otherwise she’s over it, and it’s no longer keeping her interest.
Despite getting over things easily, she gets very deeply attached to people, and has a hard time letting go of them.
Her favorite of all the clubs she was ever in was debate, she can also be argumentative, but rarely means anything by the arguments.
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