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 WILSON, Ava Michelle
Ava Michelle Wilson
Posted: Sep 20 2007, 01:31 AM


*party* like a RoCkStAr
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I dreamed I was missing, you were so scared


alias: Desi
age: 22
how did you find us? RPG-Directory
any other characters?
Miles David Benson

but no one would listen, cause no one else cared.


canon or original: Canon
character’s full name: Ava Michelle Wilson
nickname[s]: Av
d.o.b.: [date of birth] July 1st
age: 18
grade: Senior
member title:
*party* like a RoCkStAr

after my dreaming I woke with this fear.


hair and eye color: Straight blonde hair and brown eyes.
height: 5'8"
weight: 127 1/2
piercings or tattoos? Belly button piercing and a tribal tattoo banner across her lower back.
face claim: Arielle Kebbel
picture:
user posted image
general appearance:

Ava's closet is like an eclectic mass of fashion gone wild. There is no real style that defines her. Everything depends on her mood and preference of colors that week. Her favourite mix of colors are either a pink and brown or plain black and white. She loves stripes. Accessories includes everything covered in buttons. Buttons with band names, buttons with quotes, buttons with colorful cartoon characters, all adorning her messenger bags and hats.

It's easiest to go to school in a pair of jeans and a striped long sleeve and a cute tee over top, a scarf to adorn just for looks. She usually wears the brightest, most eye attracting shoe laces, and prefers only white sneakers. Her makeup changes everyday to match the colors of her outfit, and her socks are usually the toe-kind made of the wildest colors and designs. Her hair might be braided or unruly depending on her mood.

On weekends, however, she'll wear skirts with knee high boots and sweet little long sleeved shirts, appearing rather approachable. Her hair will be tied up halfway or let down, framing her face. She loves to appear adorable, and prefers anything clingy just to keep her looking good on the dance floor (not something she would ever admit to). Her fingernails are well grown but kept short, and she loves nail polish.


what am I leaving when I am done here.


strengths:
{}Quick-witted
{}Confident
{}Independent
weaknesses:
{}Hot Guys
{}Liquor
{}Music
hopes:
{}Graduate
fears:
{}Teen pregnancy
{}Getting wasted and waking up in a foreign country.
goals:
{}Graduate
habits:
{}Chewing gum
{}Doodling all over her books and papers
{}Talks too much
general description of personality:

Ava was never an easy pushover. There's nothing she hates more than people who thinks they are better than her (even if they are, in one way or another). Ava was first to stand up for her friends, and last to back down. Stubborn, argumentive and quick-tempered, Ava has the look of the girl next door, but she'll tangle with anyone in the blink of an eye. Her keys traits are manipulation and the desire to have what others have, because she sees herself as more deserving.

To her friends she is loyal, fun and lots of laughs. She loves a good party and will be the first one to get on the dance floor or pick up the mic in karaoke. She is the leader of her pack, because she's not afraid to stand up to things she feels are wrong. She is highly strong-willed, although she lacks in discipline. At school she often finds herself in detention for opening up her trap and making a teacher look stupid, or pulling some evil prank.

At home she is more compliant, only because she'll be leaving to go to college in another year, and her brother would soon be taking her place as 'pain-in-the-ass' for their parents. She is also a born protester, and will chain herself to something in a heartbeat if she feels the cause is good enough. Although she parties hard, she can still find enough sober time to volunteer at animal shelters and for the elderly.


so if your asking me I want you to know


parents: Todd and Kim Wilson
siblings: ??? Wilson (16/M)
pets: A white cat named Benny
financial status: Middle class
history:


It all began with an ear-piercing banshee cry followd by the sound of nursery music played over the loudspeakers of _________ Hospital. 7 lbs, 3 oz, a head full of ratty blonde hair and haunting gray eyes to match. To her parents, Ava Michelle was the greatest gift goft they could ever wish for. Little did they realize just how much trouble they were truly in for.

The first few years were fairly normal, with the exception of raging fevers and wild biting. Ava's favourite activities consisted of drawing on everything in permanent marker and kicking her daddy when he told her 'no'. She picked up explicitves like a pro. By Middle School, she became popular for her "Whatever" attitude, and refusal to eat any food that started with 'B', 'Q', or was strange smelling. She began getting frequent detentions in 9th grade, when she initially corrected her teacher and then asked asked her if what the requirements were for teaching 'nowadays'.

High school was fun, especially after-school activities. Not like sports or cheerleading; her parents didn't have any money for that. Ava loved going and hanging out, even if it was by herself and she needed to pick up a few new friends on the way. Party activities were always amplified by underage drinking, for which her excuse was that it made her sound better during karaoke.

Towards the end of her junior year, news broke out that the 'adults' (miserable opressors, all of them) had decided to combine the two rival schools for Prom night. Ava decided immediately that this was an outrage and with several other students, formed a protest. As the protestors sat in the gym of the West side school, little did they know what was happening on the other side of down. A tragedy that those few avoided by expressing their rights (And prejudice).

Ava, of course, did not have great difficulty putting everything in the back of her mind, and is now ready to tackle the new school year as a senior.


when my time comes forget the wrong that I’ve done


did you read the rules?

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The night after that of the ceremony was filled with tension and a feeling of urgency for Zahirah, as she flew through the elaborate palace, the last of her tasks before departure completed. As cat-like steps carried her forth into her mistresses chambers, one hand lifted to push away the silken curtains, she finally fell to her knees beside the princess’ bed, and tilted her head as she watched the lovely Selene sleep peacefully. Her precious mistress; probably Zahirah’s only really friend. A solitary tear made a trail down the servants cheek as she bent forward to place a kiss on Selene’s forehead. “Many blessings, highness.” Her whisper was barely audible, and those dark eyes lifted to glare at the servants within the chambers, watching her strangely. “Get back to your tasks.” A final hiss, a final command, as Zahirah pushed herself to her feet. Never again would she be able to grace these chambers with her overpowering aggression. This she regretted only lightly. She had desired to find a way out of servitude, but not through blackmail and threats of exile. One day she would have Iras ‘head to feed to the alligators. For now, she would have to flee.. for sake of her own life, which she valued incredibly.

The belongings she would bring were simple, consisting of only a few of Selene’s once-worn, throwaway dresses, still impeccably beautiful and in excellent condition, various gold jewelry with lapis lazuli and glass beads, and papers that illegally claimed Zahirah’s status as an Egyptian noblewoman from Karnak. Her ill temprament would give enough to why she remained unmarried and wealthy; or would perhaps birth a rumor of a husbands untimely demise. Either way, she wanted to be at least mildly respected while being allowed to simply live her life, and this time she would live it in Rome. It did not occur to her that Egyptians were not so popular in the great city. Zahirah imagined that she would meet her dear Selene again, in Rome. It only seemed right that Selene would marry the handsome Roman general, and perhaps he would bring her to Rome to show off his exotic bride. Zahirah would be proud for her princess.

Arrangements had been made through the course of the previous night and the day. Although Zahirah was despised by many, she held a great many secrets. Enough to get herself a form of escape, and a new name. A new image. A new start to her already wasted life. It was long overdue, and the circumstances were far from warranted. With a final pivot of foot, Zahirah directed herself towards the entrance to the chambers, priding herself in her ability to come and go.. and go she would. Her stride became more and more pressed as she moved across the marble floors and past the alabaster columns. Slipping noiselessly behind a statue of the incomparable Isis, Zahirah swept up the items she had set aside for her travel, and transformation into a new life. Outside the palace entrance, she slid into a dark corner, whispering words of confidence before a guard whose affections she had won over crept from his position to escort her into the city.

The night was deadly still and all she could hear were the steps of her burly guard counterpart, who gave abrupt orders in direction before they soon found themselves at the waters edge, a small boat ready to take her away from her beloved homeland. Many refugees fled in the night, but she did not consider herself the same. She had too high an opinion of self to admit to the travesty of her life, and the danger of remaining behind. A small exchange of discussion between herself and the guard and she was without hesitation, boarding the rickety little boat. The guard had been instructed to explain the details of the mission to the Princess, and no one else in exchange for Zahirah’s pledge to return and fully repay the lonely guard. She would never uphold the promise.

The trip to Rome would be exhausting, hot and frustrating, but in the end she saw only independence and the ability to live for herself and be more than the invisible servant.
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Peter Joseph McDermott
Posted: Sep 30 2007, 04:56 AM



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sorry i should have done this sooner. accepted!
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