Post by ispyaverill on Jul 9, 2012 0:47:39 GMT -5
AVERILL HAYES
full name averill evelyn hayes
nicknames av, avery
type original
gender female
age seventeen
birthday september the ninth
group reject
clique expopular
grade senior
sexuality bisexual
occupation professional kite flyer
face claim marloes horst
alias lace
persona
nonchalant, perky, expressive, blunt, accepting, childish, wanderlust driven, grateful, frugal, wild, rough, tomboy, emotional, impractical, caree free, aspires, privileged, transparent, restless.
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"hi! it's nice to see you here to day. i think i forgot your name. is it...mitch? wrong? please. do tell what it is then, your full name and any nicknames too."
i am sort of wondering how you can get mitch from the name averill. are you recovering from a long night or something? there isn't even a single p in my name, but alright. like i said, my name is averill. it's like the french name for april, avril, but a little jacked up with the spelling. i actually think it is a boy name but it has come to fit me perfectly. evelyn is my middle name, taken from my grandma because it is some family tradition. my girl will get the name evelyn too, so it really never die. not that you actually care, but it's an averill fun fact. my last name is hayes, which is one that your probably recognize. denver hayes, you might know that name, the cinderella story rock legend is my father. that's another story. but back to me, which sounds conceited. avery is the most common nickname i get. it's not exactly right but it's what i get called. that's all that's really it for my namesake and everything
"what a lovely name you got there. is it one that is known around ocean city? or are you new here? i don't think i've ever seen your face around before."
it's interesting, i was actually born in brazil. i couldn't tell you where, my mom says that my dad lost my birth certificate. she tells me to never contact him, which is a warning that i have heeded all this time. but yeah, somewhere in brazil is where i came into this world. my mom was on tour with my dad. how safe and sanitary does that sound? taking your pregnant girlfriend around the world with you and shoving her into a grimy tour bus. i didn't stay there, obviously. after i was born and my dad waltzed out my mom decided that she needed to go back and get support from her parents. mind you, she was only twenty, so she was rather helpless. ocean city is her hometown, so that's where we settled down. i've been in this town since then, so that pretty much explains it all.
"oh, well, i didn't really care to hear about any of that. can you tell me about yourself? pick the five words that describe you best."
i guess the first thing you could say is that i am fairy transparent. not in the sense that i am so pale you can see right through me. it's more or less that i lay everything that i have to offer on the table. there are no secrets with me. i have no sudden swings in my personality that come back to bite someone in the ass. i'm direct in the way that i present myself, keeping nothing withheld. from the first meeting you'll see that i am expressive, perky, blunt, and easily riled. i can't hide myself, not that i would ever want to. it just seems unfair to showcase my personality one way and then throw people for a loop when another side suddenly emerges. just throw it all forward and let people take you how they wish. it's just how i've always done things.
in four words i gave who my whole personality. must i continue to elaborate? okay. fine. oh, look. you can see that my blunt side is showing. dancing around things has never been acceptable to me. whether it's trying to reject someone, reach a goal, or really anything. i never mean to offend but sometimes things need to be said to fully reach a goal. i don't feel remorse at injuring someone's feelings if it means that i benefit from it. heartless? no. i like to call it ambition. but that's not the point. see, i just want to get the point. i'll throw in some force if it means winning a game, which is a point i want to reach. or i will approach someone and flat out tell them that they have no chance at a date. the word blunt can apply to all aspects of your life, in case you didn't know.
i tend to be really expressive. i use outrageous words to display how i am feeling or stick a million smiley faces into a text message. hand gestures are one of my favorites too. if i get really worked up then my hands will go flying all around and it turns into a pretty hilarious time. i don't say things that lack feeling. emotions are what drive me, so they seep into everything that i do. when i write papers i often get carried away because i throw myself into the topic. the same goes for sports and serious conversations. it's not hard to see my cry if something really tugs at my emotions. not movies, but usually it is people. sometimes my emotions will clog my head and all logic fades away.
so, you only live one life and there is only so much that you can cram into such a short time. that makes it reasonable to believe that you should be perky. not the smiles all the time and bounces around because life is just so great! type of upbeat either. it's the sort of perky where you should just be thankful you are living life. be happy to have your friends in your life and that you are better off than people elsewhere. i don't sweat the big things because i know that things will turn out alright. i'm not an optimist, just more or less appreciative that i have had things made easy for me without ever really having to try. i guess how nonchalant i am about life can get annoying to others. like i really know.
then comes the fact that it i can easy become worked up. i just like to think that naturally i am set against all people. a lot of things come to irritate me. it's just how i am. usually i am good with just ignoring things that i want to. being blissfully ignorant by choice is really a beautiful thing. i'm sociable and all that but it only takes a few stabs to completely watch me explode. i've made a few scenes in school, with all of the yelling and violence somehow threaded into the incidents. i find myself in a lot of arguments and will never refuse to step down. this makes it too easy for others to try and instigate me if they really want. they just have to watch out because i don't sit around and take things.
"you're always busy aren't you? i just get that kind of vibe from you. tell me, what do you do in your free time?"
i used to be busy. back when i actually had status. now i find myself swimming around in all the free time i have. by the way, knitting is actually calming when you find that you are all jittery. i have plenty of scarves and hats from those kind of moments. seriously though, i have a lot of hobbies that i have picked up over time. kite flying is one that has stuck with me. i know it is childish but i really just love imagining that i am the kite. fencing is another one, along with night walking. i just really enjoy anything that is a little out of the ordinary. i'm too restless to really stick with anything too long. but on the other side of the spectrum i am up to try anything that could potentially bring me joy. now i just like to take my car and cruise around. i've started to go into random stores and just buy tiny trinkets. the collection is starting to grow on my shelf. lord, i need more things to do with my time.
"while that all sounds interesting, do you have any juicy secrets to share? c'mon, don't be shy."
this is all rather personal, don't you think? but you asked and i am here to answer. my biggest secret is probably one that you will think comes off a really shallow, but it still haunts me to this very day. peer pressure is a horrendous thing. i'm sure you have suffered through it. well, while in middle school i was just a little larger than most girls. not ugly, just big boned. i was harassed about my size until they actually made me cry. until sophomore year i battled with anorexia because i thought i had to please everyone. i'm now a size three and more than proud of my size. i guess fears sort of carry along with the personal thing, right? well, my fear is something common. i'm just scared that i will never find something in life that truly makes me happy. it's all i want in life, to be content and satisfied with the way that i have lived my life. it will all be worthless if i can never reach such a state.
"are you gay? i'm sorry, that is just the vibe that i am getting from you. what exactly attracts you?"
i can't say that anyone has ever actually asked me about what i prefer. it's always been assumed that i am straight, which isn't fully right. i'm out to enjoy life in any way possible and that philosophy also applies to how i love. it doesn't matter what from said lover might come in. i have no limitations to who i will embrace and give affection to. you could call me pansexual, i think. along with that, i also have no types. being swift on your feet and quick with your thoughts however does get you off to better a start when approaching me. besides that, i couldn't care less about how you are presented. i just want to love, that is the beginning and end of it all.
"you like to listen to music? what are the most played songs on that ipod of yours? i know you own one."
can you see a pattern forming? well, if you don't then i think you are slow. i don't have any said taste in music, i give everything a chance and will even listen to a song i didn't particularly like again. but if i had to brand myself with some favorite artists then i would have to list coldplay, lady gaga, lights, papa roach, and boys like girls. i'm diverse, it just makes listening more of an experience. the most listened songs? okay, give me a second to thing. born this way by lady gaga, such a cliche but i could play that song like it is my anthem. second comes two is better than one by boys like girls, then cough syrup by young the giant, owl city sneaks in there with rainbow veins, and then lastly frame and focus by lights. most of the songs are rather carefree...which sort of goes even further to explain my personality.
"huh, well really? i like all of those beats too. from that, i can tell you are a person with potential. where are you going to be five years from now?"
i've always felt like big dreams have never really registered to me. dreams are sort of set for a reason, they are things you want but will never truly reach. so with that way of thinking i have found that i really don't want to dream. i would rather aspire. because with ambition your aspirations can become things that are actually true. but, i really don't have many aspirations. i'm not practical. i don't want to go to college or become a movie star. all i really want is to find myself content. maybe i will go over and live in africa for a while or travel around the world to see where i like best. it's not anything set in stone. i want to try everything i can, that is truly the only aspiration that i can really give you.
"oh, i can't let you get away without telling me about your parents and your life! also, tell me how you fit into ocean city here. everyone likes you, i bet."
you know the story of my dad. he walked out because his career was more important than the girlfriend he apparently loved and the child he had helped create. he always came through on the child support but that is not the same as having an actual dad. i don't know him, so i can't miss him. but i wonder what it is like to have a father around. my mom, kenya, is the most wonderful lady. she is full of light and i feel like she was a direct gift from the angels. she never gets worked up and her skills with the arts is astounding. she has the skills to go big time but she claims that she does not want her head to inflate. you could call her a hippie and she would only smile at you. we spend plenty of time together and since i have been deserted i could call her my best friend. she has solely raised me and dedicated too much time to making me feel loved. i owe her everything. then there is my sphinx cat, prince. oddly enough, he was a gift from my dad a few years back. i love the cat more than i love my father.
i've grown up privileged. my mom had her own money to back her name and with the added income from my dad i could of practically had anything that i wanted. it worked that way too.l but i never asked for anything outrageous. it was more or less the things that others had, so i could fit in. i was loud, sassy, and eager as a little one, so from day one i fit in. i never thought about the social ladder, only knew that i was somehow more uplifted than maybe the nerds or the wall flowers. i was never rude but i didn't really ever acknowledge their existence. i was far too busy romping around with my numerous barbies or tumbling into a rough game of football. i was an all over child, trying anything and everything to get a little taste of it all. i went to a private school and the uniform about killed me. sometimes i would talk back or have it out with a fellow friend who said maybe pegged me with a tennis ball. it was all frivolous but i still represent my self as that little school girl. my mom and i went on lavish trips over the summer and i had all the right friends. from day one i had it far too easy.
but as easily as you are welcomed it seems that you can be kicked out. it was all rather tragic, because the loss of a life was involved. i had a friend, her name was cassidy. she was my latest fascination. another 'prep' who was completely wild. she had the ability to bat her eyelashes and will anyone into doing what she wanted. she seemed to have a soft spot for me and i became the one she toted around. partying was one of our favored habits. it was only usually light drinking and she would fall victim to weed sometimes. we experimented, i will admit that now. i had some sort of affection for her. one night things got hazy, i think there was something in the drinks. i lost my tabs on her and by the end of the night i found her, she was naked and her body was cold. the guy i had seen her with abandoned her, so i called the cops and was taken into be questioned. i was let go soon after but my reputation was ruined. somehow i was blamed for cassidy's death and lost all of my status. now i don't even exist on the social ladder.
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