Post by Mallory Phillips on May 12, 2007 9:15:24 GMT -5
Name: Mallory D Phillips (she hates the middle name and refuses to tell anyone what it is)
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Status: Single - permanently. Commitment of any kind disgusts her.
Position: Intern, hoping to specialise in forensic anthropology.
Height: 5"7'- and that's without heels on...
Hair Colour: Dyed red; a nice darkish brown colour naturally.
Eye Colour: Green.
Picture:
Celebrity Picture/Face: Danneel Harris.
Personality: Mallory is, basically, a b*tch - of the highest standard. Beauty and brains really shouldn't mix, but they have in this case, and the result is devastating. Mallory is lazy, shallow, easy (in every sense)... so many words, none very complimentary! Girls want to be her (looks-wise, anyway) and guys want to be with her (not a privelige she denies most people!).
Past: I guess it's in the blood for Mallory... Her mother worked as a stripper/call girl/back-street hooker in the streets of Vegas and had her when she was only seventeen. Old (or should i say young) Mommy was very good at her job and soon, when Mallory was eight and her mother could afford to select her clients, they were moving to another, upper-class part of town. Her mother started turning tricks for $200 a go, and Mallory got sent to the best schools and ended up with a swimming-pool in her back yard. Soon, they were in Sunny Cali, living her mother's dream life.
Mallory's daddy must have been smart, even if he paid her mother for her time, because Mallory never revised one day and yet passed her exams easily. Her mind wasn't the only thing that was developing, either: at twelve she looked eighteen, and soon she was hanging around people six or seven years older than her: nobody her own age wanted to talk to a girl so much prettier and smarter than them - and anyway, she always had a handy put-down or demeaning comment for them. She didn't mind - she was fast discovering the pleasures of alcohol and drugs (even better than the drink; same effect, less time before you were in that state that Mallory revered). She lost her virginity on her fourteenth birthday, to some guy that she never discovered the name of.
It came to the point where Mallory was three days from fifteen years old and had to seriously think about her carreer. She wanted something high-paying: medicine, obviously. She opened an index of medical careers and jabbed her finger down. Forensic anthropologist it was - sounded like a challenge. She smiled quietly to herself. And she'd meet plenty of hot doctors...
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Status: Single - permanently. Commitment of any kind disgusts her.
Position: Intern, hoping to specialise in forensic anthropology.
Height: 5"7'- and that's without heels on...
Hair Colour: Dyed red; a nice darkish brown colour naturally.
Eye Colour: Green.
Picture:
Celebrity Picture/Face: Danneel Harris.
Personality: Mallory is, basically, a b*tch - of the highest standard. Beauty and brains really shouldn't mix, but they have in this case, and the result is devastating. Mallory is lazy, shallow, easy (in every sense)... so many words, none very complimentary! Girls want to be her (looks-wise, anyway) and guys want to be with her (not a privelige she denies most people!).
Past: I guess it's in the blood for Mallory... Her mother worked as a stripper/call girl/back-street hooker in the streets of Vegas and had her when she was only seventeen. Old (or should i say young) Mommy was very good at her job and soon, when Mallory was eight and her mother could afford to select her clients, they were moving to another, upper-class part of town. Her mother started turning tricks for $200 a go, and Mallory got sent to the best schools and ended up with a swimming-pool in her back yard. Soon, they were in Sunny Cali, living her mother's dream life.
Mallory's daddy must have been smart, even if he paid her mother for her time, because Mallory never revised one day and yet passed her exams easily. Her mind wasn't the only thing that was developing, either: at twelve she looked eighteen, and soon she was hanging around people six or seven years older than her: nobody her own age wanted to talk to a girl so much prettier and smarter than them - and anyway, she always had a handy put-down or demeaning comment for them. She didn't mind - she was fast discovering the pleasures of alcohol and drugs (even better than the drink; same effect, less time before you were in that state that Mallory revered). She lost her virginity on her fourteenth birthday, to some guy that she never discovered the name of.
It came to the point where Mallory was three days from fifteen years old and had to seriously think about her carreer. She wanted something high-paying: medicine, obviously. She opened an index of medical careers and jabbed her finger down. Forensic anthropologist it was - sounded like a challenge. She smiled quietly to herself. And she'd meet plenty of hot doctors...
