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, THE GREATER GOOD IS `
IONA STAR-ASTAIR NEU
I FAKE IT SO REAL,
I AM BEYOND FAKE.
AND SOME DAY YOU WILL
ACHE LIKE I ACHE.
SOME DAY YOU WILL
ACHE LIKE I ACHE.

YOU WOULD'VE MADE A GREAT MUPPET ``

name/alias; aurora/rorie
age; ninteen
how you found us; an ad
why you're joining; because this plot idea is unique and interests me… : D
other characters; none
experience; about four years
anything else; blahh

HERE COMES THE FUZZ ``

full name; “my full name is iona star-astair neu.”
nicknames; “people (friends, mainly) call me names such as nana, banana, nana-banana, and so on.”
date of birth and age; “i will be twenty years old on april 1st.”
alliance; “i am a citizen.”
sexual orientation; “i love all people.” (pansexual)
their views on newark; “i am not fairly pleased with living in Newark. it is a nice town and all, but i miss my old home of Brazil. here, it’s too Pleasantville, creepy-like. the scenery is beautiful, and maybe the only reason why i don’t love this place is because i feel a bit like an outcast. i have lived here for a few years now, but the cultural differences between here and Brazil are evident.”

IT'S JUST THE ONE SWAN, ACTUALLY ``

hair; “my hair is naturally blonde and mostly straight… with a few waves here and there. i wear my hear long with no specific style to it.”
eyes; “my eyes are a grey-blue color.”
body type; “my body is… weird. i am tall and thin, but i do have some curves, too. well, not really curves… it’s embarrassing to say… i’m a bit busty for a girl as thin as myself. it makes me look a bit disproportional. as a younger girl, the boys used to taunt me because of my body, which made me really ashamed of being me. now i’m older, but i am still self-conscious at times.”
height and weight; “i stand at 5’8” and weigh about 127 pounds. kids in elementary school used to call me a giraffe.”
distinguishing features; “i have a few distinguishing features. first are the freckles on my cheeks. they are a bit light, but still noticeable. i have a few scars on my legs, knees and elbows all from various accidents as a child. i have my earlobes and my tragus pierced. i also have a few tattoos: a small lotus flower on the back of my neck, a frog on the back of my right ear, a ladybug on the inside of my left ear, and a dragonfly on my left shoulder blade.”
dress style; “honestly, i am more of a tomboy, sporty type of person. i know about fashion, but i’m not really into it too much. i usually just dress for conformability. i don’t mind dressing up sometimes, and i do like to wear skirts and dresses sometimes. still, i am found wearing just jeans and a t-shirt most often.”
playby; caroline trentini

WHICH ONE DO YOU WANNA WATCH FIRST ``

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likes; “my likes consist of:
;; laughing
;; making others laugh
;; Brazil
;; independence
;; beach
;; swimming
;; surfing
;; men
;; shameless flirting
;; cuddling
;; traveling
;; reading
;; dancing
;; dogs
;; hiking
;; nature & ‘the great outdoors’
;; sports (any and all)
;; nighttime
;; bonfires
;; food
;; Portuguese language
;; ice cream & other sweets
;; concerts
;; music
;; movies
;; intelligence
;; spontaneity
;; parties
;; challenges
and some more fun stuff.”

dislikes; “my dislikes include:
;; snobs
;; prejudices (racism, sexism, stereotypes, etc.)
;; death- suicide, accidental, natural & murder
;; being sick
;; body odor
;; narcissism
;; being treated like an idiot
;; sluts
;; cigarette
;; hangovers
;; boredom
;; being confused
;; spiders
;; mosquitoes
;; quitters
;; sitcoms
and so on…”

strengths; “my strengths include:
;; a “people’s person”
;; humorous
;; fair player
;; charismatic
;; trustworthy
;; lives in the present
;; turns disaster into humor
and so on.”

weaknesses; “my weaknesses include:
;; can’t tell the difference between lust and love
;; disorganized
;; forgetful
;; doesn’t plan for the future
;; often late for appointments
and some more.”

fears; “my biggest fears are:
;; failing
;; losing everything
;; dying young
;; china dolls
;; never being completely happy
;; doing something she could regret in the future
and so on…”

hopes; “my hopes and dreams consist of the following:
;; get over her depression
;; get over her drug problem
;; go back to Brazil
;; travel the world a bit
;; maybe get married? have a kid or two someday?
and some other things..”

overall personality;

”How can I explain what Iona is like as a person? I hardly know the girl… I have just seen her around. She seems to be a bit obnoxious, if you as me. One time I was at the grocery store and she was there with a friend. The two were blabbing on and on, talking intolerably loud. Actually, she was doing all of the talking and her friend hardly got two words into the conversation. I am not sure why anybody would be friends with her. She is annoying and seems pretty stupid to me. Another thing that bugs me is that I have a friend that is friends with her. My friend, let’s call him Jerry, is always talking about how funny she is, how great she is, how she exaggerates to make a story better, blah blah! Honestly, I think that exaggerating is lying, and therefore I don’t think it’s possible to believe anything she says. She would probably turn a story of her tripping on a rock into she was chasing these two thieves and then ran into the street and a car hit here but she only got a few little scratches in the end. How childish is that?! Another thing that bugs me about her is tat I heard she is a whore. I don’t doubt the truth behind this rumor. Firstly, I always see her hanging off of somebody’s arms. Ever time I have seen her; I have seen her kissing a different person. And don’t forget, these are both men and women! She probably has… herpes or something. Ew! Who knows what her view on Go is like. She has no morals! I don’t know why anybody would be friends with her… honestly, I don’t.” –anonymous, acquaintance/enemy

”Iona! Oh wow, she is awesome, isn’t she? The most fun girl on the planet. Hey, I’m Eliana, Iona’s best friend since we were both little girls. The girl has been through a lot more than anybody should go through in life, but has always seemed to stay happy and optimistic about life. What I love about Iona is that she was always fun to hang out with. With her, I was never bored. If there was nothing to do, she’d find something to do, even if it was just going to the park on a cool day and just watching the ducks in a pond or something. Just talking, y’know? Talking and thinking and reflecting. Some people think she talks a bit too much and is a bit too cheery for her to be real, but I think that’s okay. Whenever I am upset, her shoulder is free for me to cry on. She listens to what I have to say, as she does with all of her friends. She is a sweet girl and not as dense as she may appear. She’s actually very insightful and intelligent. She’s the type of person, where if she is with a group of people and then sees somebody in a corner all alone, she will go up to that lonely person and try to cheer them up and include them and all. I’m not saying she’s a saint or anything, but she’s a good person, like we all are. She is trustworthy, and while she does come off as loving the spotlight, she would never, ever tell anybody’s secrets to everyone, just for the attention. Anyways, that’s about it I think…” –Eliana, friend

”Oh gosh, Iona? I haven’t seen her in years! How is that baby? Golly, the last time I saw her must have been when she was only sixteen years old or so. Hi, I’m Margerie, Iona’s former foster mother. Iona lived with my family for a year and a half or so before she left us. She was a doll! The cutest girl to ever walk this planet. Boy, she was a funny little one. Always cracking jokes to make me and my sons laugh. She was a darling. Would be a great actress, I personally think. She was charismatic and never shy when going up in front of large groups of people to dance or tell jokes or anything of that nature. She was a very hyper little girl. She was diagnosed with ADHD, I believe. She was very much into sports and played anything from American football to tennis to basketball to even golf. Playing sports all day wiped her out well enough to be calm in the evening time, I remember. I know her biological family didn’t treat her too well, but she surely loved staying with me, Johnny and Edward. She helped out around the house, even though I know she never enjoyed that. She was really good with little kids, too, seeing as Johnny was only when Iona was staying with us. She is just as sweet as candy, that little one. She did get in trouble at school sometimes… trying to contain her hyper behavior and all. She was never afraid of anything… even spiders and the dark, like how most girls are. That’s okay though.” –Margerie, foster mother

”I don’t have much to say about Iona. I didn’t know her too well, even though I was her boss when she worked at my clothing shop. All I really have to say is that as a vendor, she was good at her job. I could not trust her with paperwork, though. Not that she would steal anything, but she would probably lose something or forget how to do something. She would never do well in the business career; sitting at a desk, all alone and being bored all day. She would probably flip out after the first minute of doing that. Plus, she’d never get work completed. She’s a procrastinator and I have noticed that whenever she starts something (writing a story, for example), she can never finish it. Well, yes, that’s all I have to say about that.” –Mr. Lowery, boss at Lowery’s Botique

”I was friends with Iona before we started dating. We had actually been really great friends. She was such a goofball and in school, the class clown. I liked her for a while, even when she was going through her awkward years… zits, being taller than all of the guys, being very shy… yeah, surprisingly I am talking about Iona when describing her that way. In any case, we started dating about a year before she left town completely. She had dated other guys, and all of those relationships had only lasted for a few months at best. And then there was a time when all she wanted to do was party and hookup with as many guys as possible. Even so, when we started dating, we dated for a full nine months. Some parts of the relationship were really hard, but other times were totally sweet. We are total opposites, which made the relationship odd, but interesting. See, I am shy and shit, and she is the most spontaneous, out-going person in the world. Anywho I guess the reason why I could hold her attention for so long was because everyday we kept on learning new things about one another. Sadly, the relationship came to an end… it was a messy breakup, really. I won’t go into details about it, but all I have to say for anybody in the future who is interested in her, you better have something to talk about and you best not be boring, or else she’ll never be able to date you.” –Alexandre, ex-boyfriend

”From reading everybody else’s quotes, I guess they have all summed me up quite nicely. See, the only thing is that there are some aspects to my personality that I keep even my most best friends in the dark about. They aren’t really bad secrets… like me killing somebody in the past or something, but just… aspects of my personality that nobody else knows about. Really, underneath my happy, content exterior is my layer of sadness and despair. I put on this happy-go-lucky disguise so that nobody knows how sad I am in real life. Have you ever heard about how comedians are usually the ones who are the most unhappy? Well, even if you haven’t heard that, I have. I believe it. I know my life isn’t like, totally unbearable, but sometimes it feels that way. I feel so fake, being this happy girl… always laughing and crap, when sometimes all I want to do is cry… or die. Or both. I don’t let anybody know this about me, so don’t go telling on me now. I just am so afraid of the future… getting older and growing up. I mean, I’m already an adult! I just… don’t want to end up as the old cat lady. Y’know?” –Iona, herself

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IT'S NOT MURDER, IT'S KETCHUP ``

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parents;
::mother, Marisol Neu, 38, in rehab::
::father, Damien Neu, 39, incarcerated::
siblings; ::Marcus Neu, 21::
other; various foster families

overall history;

“I am the product of two stupid kids. My parents met in high school and started dated then, too. By the time my mother was seventeen years old; my father had knocked her up. She had to drop out of her senior year at school to be able to care for my older brother. My father bought an apartment, and since he had already graduated, he worked overtime at his job to be able to help pay for bills and shit like that. My mom worked, too, until she was too pregnant to do so. She finally gave birth to Marcus, but then only a year and a half later, she was knocked up again. In her belly was lil’ ol’ me. She gave birth to me when she was nineteen years old. Afterwards, she had to go back to work and also care for my brother and me.

For a while, things in the household seemed okay, at least, to me. But I noticed that by the time I was six years old, my mother would come back from work later and later. She made up some lame excuse that she had gone back to school to finish up and get her diploma, but even as a little kid, I knew that was bullshit. By the time I was six, I also noticed she drank tons more liquor than any other adult I knew seemed to. She just always had a wine glass or beer bottle in her hand. My father was getting pretty suspicious of her, but didn’t want to face the truth. One day, I was playing with Marcus when I heard my mother come home early. She had another man with her and he had his hand glued to her behind the whole time she explained to me and Marcus not to tell Daddy that another man was here. Afterwards, the two went to my parents’ room and all I can tell you about what I heard, was that there was a lot of screaming going on. It really scared me.

Even so, my father came home early to hear the screaming. After checking to make sure that my brother and I were fine, he went to his bedroom. What he found was my mother taking a swig of beer or something, while in bed with another man. My father was outraged. He had never been the aggressive type of guy. He was a quiet man, very kind and gentle. Still, he flipped his lid when he found her in that state. I remember peeking through the doorway as I saw him pull her out of bed by her hair and start just ragging on her. Beating, y’know? Anyway, mother’s male friend called the cops and the cops came, taking daddy away. I was so upset at mother, but there was this one nice police man, very young and all, who saw the beer bottle in my mother’s hand and thought she needed some help. So the cops took her away too, and that one friendly cop scooped me up into his arms and carried me out, with my brother clinging to my foot so that we wouldn’t be separated.

So, that was my childhood. Funny enough, I hardly talked about myself in there. To fill you in on some details about what happened after, read on.

After being taken away from our parents, my brother and I were put into a foster home. At the time, I was about seven years old, my brother nine. For a while, we lived in one of those big facilities where the kids who are unwanted go to. I know that sounds horrible for me to say, but it’s true. Not many people like adopting older kids… they like little babies. So the rest of us had to stay in like an orphanage type place. Both my father and mother were only children, and their parents were deceased, so we had nowhere to go. Finally, my brother was adopted by this one family, but they only wanted him. So I couldn’t go with him. It wasn’t until I was about ten or so, that a family wanted me. Sadly, though, that didn’t work out. I stayed with the family for only a few months. See, their father was a little strange… was always offering to help me change into my pajamas or help me take a bath or whatever. I was glad to leave that place.

When I was eleven, Miss Margerie took me to live with her and her boys in Newark. She was very nice and a good mother. I finished elementary school and then went on to middle school. By that time, I was going through my awkward years, so it was a weird time for me. Even so, I made plenty of friends and I enjoyed living with Miss M. Now, some people may find it gross, but I started crushing on Edward, Miss M’s son. Yes, he was supposed to be my new brother, but I already had a brother! I didn’t need another one. Edward was three years older than me, but he let me hang out with him. Nothing even came of that, and now I am glad. At the time, I was upset that he didn’t love me the way I loved him, but now I look back on it and it just seems so weird. Anyway, getting back now to my life, I started attending high school at age fifteen. Yes, I was older than most freshmen, because I had been from foster home to foster home; it was hard to keep up with school.

At age sixteen, I left Miss M. to be relocated, since she didn’t have enough money to still raise me and her two sons. I was so upset that she was leaving me, so I ran away. It was hard; let me tell you, not having a real home and all. But I just stayed with a bunch of my friends when their parents were away. I finished up high school and started working full time. I couldn’t afford college, and while I was smart, missing so many school days was inexcusable and I couldn’t get any scholarships. I now continue to work full time, still living in Newark. It’s a funny little town and I both hate it ere and love it. I do miss Brazil, though. Oh well…” –Iona

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bump. done. i know it took forever.. needed my hacked computer to be unhacked so i could grab a sample rp. sorry the coding is all funny now.