Alexandra "Lexie" Ashton

[Lexie Ashton]

Lexie Rachelle Ashton



"Easy for a good girl to go bad, and once we gone, best believe we've gone forever"

i'm just a face for every picture``

name • Laura/Lo
age • 18
contact • msn/pm
rp experience • 5 years
how you found us • Eden Hill

a smile for your scrapbooks``

full name • Alexandra Rachelle Ashton
nickname(s) • Lexie, Lex
age • 17
birthday • April 24th
gang • greed leader
why you're here • alcoholism/addiction to weed and painkillers

there's a ghost in this room``

height • 5'9"
weight • 120 lbs
stature • tall and skinny
eyes • green
hair • dark brown
description •

Lexie stands very tall at about 5'9", and she is very skinny for her height. She is a bit underweight, which comes from her past struggle with both anorexia and bulimia. She has a few curves, but for the most part she is very slim and slender. She is a bit athletic, but she doesn't really have that many defined muscles.

Lexie's hair is naturally dark brown, and she would never dye it, since it is one of her favorite features. She has intense green eyes, that many people find piercing and very attractive on her. She is always quite tan, whether or not it is real or fake, but she would never let it be known that she fake tans, since to her a lot of the time it looks trashy.

She dresses in very expensive designer clothes, which come from her rich, upper class background. She typically wears skintight tank tops and skinny jeans, with high heels, even though she is already very tall. Lexie would never go out without makeup on, and looking polished and perfect.

play by • Megan Fox

to witness my first breakdown``

likes •
[+]alcohol
[+]weed
[+]painkillers
[+]cigarettes
[+]sex
[+]guys
[+]shopping
[+]partying
[+]getting what she wants
dislikes •
[-]judgmental people
[-]not having enough to drink
[-]spiders
[-]not getting what she wants
[-]rehab
[-]shoes that don't fit
[-]being off drugs
[-]not having money
habits •
[+]smoking [cigarettes and weed]
[+]taking painkillers
[+]drinking
[+]twirling her hair
fears •
[-]losing somebody she loves
[-]losing her money
[-]heights
[-]enclosed spaces
goals •
[+]get over her past
[+]having somebody understand her
[+]make a real friend

overall personality •

For the most part, Lexie is a fairly nice person. She tends to keep to herself and she is very shy. While she doesn't like to talk to that many people, she has a very approachable attitude, even though for the most part, the rest of the people from her background don't ever bother to talk to her. She knows that on occasion she will be judged for what she has done and how much she had gone through in her past, even though she is trying to get over that.

However, if somebody gets in her way, or makes a bad impression on her, Lexie is willing to stick up for what she believes in. She really doesn't care at all what other people think of her, since in her opinion, the only thing that matters is that she is fine with herself, since she doesn't get along with her family at all. While most people seem to think she is just a stuck up rich alcoholic, there is much more to her than meets the eye. She knows in her head that what she's done is wrong, but it doesn't seem to make a difference. If Lexie wants something, she will do everything in her power to get it.

Lexie tends to be a little bit spoiled, and she really likes to get her way, and she feels that there is no reason why she shouldn't have everything that she wants. Typically she just likes having money, and being able to buy as many material possessions as she wants. Usually her attitude around people is a lot different, and she doesn't expect that much from her friends and acquaintances. Most of the time, she just likes getting things from her parents.

too much of you is never enough``

parents •
Karen Ashton, 40-A socialite on the Manhattan circuit
Marcus Ashton, 45-A high powered real estate developer
siblings •
none
other important relatives •
none
history •

Alexandra Rachelle Ashton was born on April 24th, 1991 in New York City to Karen and Marcus Ashton. She lived a very privileged upper class life, getting everything she could ever want, or so she thought at first. She never really thought that she was much different from everyone else, but that was mostly because everyone that she grew up around came from the same area and background. To her, it just seemed normal, even though she was raised differently from the typical middle class life.

However, she never really got along with her parents, or the rest of the people that attended her elite prep school. She seemed to be more interested in keeping to herself than being one of the more social butterflies. While she may not have been one of those that were really in to the party scene early in her high school days, though during the summer before her sophomore year, she got sick with pneumonia, and was forced to take several pain medications, which may have made her get better, but she eventually got hooked on the meds, and she started to do them much more than was necessary.

By the time she was in her sophomore year, Lexie had progressed to taking pills multiple times every day. She was pretty much dependent on it, though she never let anybody know what was going on. Eventually it progressed to where she was going to clubs and drinking pretty much every day, and smoking weed as well. She liked the high that it gave her, and the fact that she could feel different in a good way, even though in the end it was worse for her.

However, things got much worse for her as the year went on. Lexie received three M.I.P.s and was charged with both misdemeanor and felony drug charges. The fact that she was a minor didn't change that she had to go to court and deal with her problems. When she got there, the judge offered her a deal, either go to a standard rehab clinic or attend Franklin High. While neither of these appealed to her, Lexie had to make a decision, and ultimately chose Franklin, even though she really didn't want to be there.

now I'm tangled in the sheets``

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rp sample •

Ugh, as usual, it was another boring day for Mackenzie. There really seemed to be nothing to do, and she hated that. Realizing this, she figured that the best way to get over her rut of boredom would be to drink, and enjoy life uninhibited. She realized that maybe just a little vodka would make her feel better, but just in case, she grabbed a fifth from her stash under her bed. She was dressed in a t-shirt, and a pair of jeans, with a sketch pad in one hand, and a bottle of booze in the other. She realized that it was a little bit lame to drink by herself, but she wasn't feeling the best, and she felt that her creative side would be more easily expressed with the assistance of alocohol. This was not typical Mackenzie behavior, but she really wasn't feeling good, and while she would have rather had somebody to drink with her, this would have to do in the meantime. After all, many visionaries did their work wasted off their ass, so why would she be any different? Though she may not have had the troubled past of many of these people, it was still what she felt would make her feel better, since for some reason she was in an emotional wreck. She had no idea why, but sometimes things just happened that she couldn't control, or want to, for that matter.

She continued walking around the grounds of Hogwarts, taking swigs of alcohol as she went. It was getting dark, but she didn't really know, or care what time it was, and she just needed somewhere to sit, and be alone for a little bit. It was probably too late for her to be an artistic visionary, but she didn't care. It wasn't like she could really draw in the first place, so it didn't seem to make much of a difference. Mackenzie stumbled around for a bit, trying to catch her balance, before she fell over, in front of the Forbidden Forest. While she was quite intoxicated, she was able to get herself up, and in what would most likely prove to be a bad idea, she chose to go in to the forest. There really wasn't much that she could do, and she wasn't usually one for looking for trouble, so hopefully it wouldn't find her. And she was still smart enough to realize that it would be a bad idea to go far in to the forest. She was aware that there were teachers, and animals that could find her. And besides, she was typically not pegged as the risk taking type, and this would be something that she didn't typically do. Slowly walking, and trying not to trip over the roots, she sat down at the base of a tree, resting her back on the trunk, as to keep herself standing up. She lay back and sighed, trying to figure out what had gotten her there.

Yeah, it was probably the liquor that had made her end up here, but then again, she felt like total crap beforehand, and would have most likely just ended up walking around doing absolutely nothing. Though without inhibitions, everything felt so much better. She didn't have to worry about anything, or anyone. She didn't care about life, and all she really was paying attention to was that everything was spinning around her, both literally and figuratively, or so it seemed. Sitting at the base of the tree trunk, she began to just ponder about her life, and why exactly she was sitting in a forest with a sketch pad and a bottle of booze. Mackenzie was not a typical troubled teenager, in fact, she didn't really feel troubled at all, just a little bit off, and not having a good day. She looked around, realizing that she could no longer see anything, as it had gotten dark. She had probably been drinking and thinking for about an hour, or so it felt, but it could have been any amount of time, for all she knew. She started to doze off, then jerked herself awake, and took another sip of her vodka. She looked at the bottle and realized that it was almost all gone, and that she was much more drunk than she originally thought. She propped herself up on the tree trunk, and tried to figure out what to do at that point, since it felt to her, that there wasn't really anywhere that she could go.

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