Post by AUBREEN AVERY on Mar 3, 2009 0:19:01 GMT -5
Aubreen Laura Avery.
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"this is what the birth certificate says. the basics, of course."
FULL NAME. Aubreen Laura Avery
GENDER. Female
NICKNAMES. Bree, Breen
AGE. Nineteen
DATE OF BIRTH. September 27
SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Straight
BAND. Lovers Are Liars
POSITION. Merch girl
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"i'm sexy, i'm cute. the appearance is everything."
HEIGHT. 4’2”
WEIGHT.
BODY TYPE. skin and bones, nearly
HAIR COLOR. blonde
EYE COLOR. blue
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES. She has two facial piercings, her nose and Monroe. Aubreen also has a few tattoos; a star, heart, and diamond, on her arms/wrist. The word “Faith” on the inside of her right wrist and a pink bow on her left hip.
PLAY BY. Anita Khachatourians
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"some say it's what's on the inside, counts."
LIKES. to be touched, boys, most domestic animals, good listeners, silence, sleeping, old photographs, music, any type really, makeup, touring, having fun, chilling with friends, partying, getting high on occasion, shoes, markers, drawing, colouring, magic eight balls.
DISLIKES. obnoxious people, rust, dust, unbalance, ignorance, fighting, people who run away from their problems, being pestered or annoyed, humidity, rodents, not being able to help a friend out, when people aren’t open with her, loosing stuff, getting prank phone called, getting lost, forgetting things, hurting the person she loves the most.
STRENGTHS. talking, giving advice, strong willed, fearless (at times), listening, creative and artistic, forgiving, modest, charming, a sweetheart.
WEAKNESSES. she’s a sucker for a sweet talker, can be rash in decision making, not particularly observant, too trusting.
HABITS/QUIRKS. plays with her hair when she’s nervous, she thinks feet are kind of weird, likes her drink a little too much, she’s a huge flirt and tease.
FEARS. the dark, the unknown, getting hurt (physically and emotionally), loosing those closest to her, never finding mr. right.
SECRETS. Aubreen was raped at a party when she was fourteen. She’s also deathly afraid of grates in the sidewalks, she thinks that one day they will break when she’s walking on one and the alligators that live in the sewer systems will get her.
FULL PERSONALITY.
If you have befriended Aubreen, chances are you’ll adore her. She’s that little teddy bear that you can’t ignore; that cupcake across the table that you just can’t resist. She’s a sweetheart and that’s pretty much it. Once you are considered a very good friend of hers, or you’re even luckier to capture the young girl’s heart; you’ll find it very hard not to love her. Even if you’re in the wrong she’ll defend your point of view till the topic is dead. If you are wrong, she’ll just correct your opinion later on, not in front of everyone else. All that she wishes that is she is treated with at least one third that amount of loyalty, love, and trust. Really, she’s easy to please that way.
There’s really no room for error in Bree’s mind, and allowing a friends secrets to escape her mouth is definitely one of those errors. She would never betray a friend and she would never gossip. Rumours and gossip is not her style. If anything, she is like the vault of the swiss bank ,or something, she would never let anyone in on things unless under strict command to do so. It’s probably another reason why she didn’t really care for females as friends. They are too chatty, they gossip too much, and lastly they are way too spoiled. This also relates to her uncanny ability to trust almost anyone. No, she won’t share her deepest of wishes and desires with you but she’s a very naive soul.
Hopeless;; Bree, deep down, is a hopeless romantic and strives to find that perfection in anyone. She holds on to the smallest of things and has a hard time letting go.
All girls can flirt, but the girls who can tease are all the more dangerous… to the men. The art of teasing is something that Aubreen has perfected. She can completely wrap a male around her finger; with just that subtle flirt and then as soon as you know it… you’re pulled in. She uses this to get what it is she wants, but she doesn’t take advantage of this. She doesn’t want to be known as a hussie or some other diminutive form for a slut. She’s picky, and Bree will probably always stay that way. Just make sure you’re not completely attached to your lover if she picks you, cuz you’re going to end up in some big trouble. [/color][/font]
"history starts now, or when i was born."
PARENTS.
libra diana avery , 45 , seamstress
jakob scott avery , 46 , carpenter
SIBLINGS. lucian jareth avery, 21 , graphic designer
BIRTHPLACE. Orléans, France
SIGNIFICANT OTHERS. none
CHILDREN. none
PETS. (if applicable)
FULL HISTORY.
early years;;
Libra was about seventeen when she married the carpenter Jakob, who was nearly twenty. They were fond of each other, but not at first. Libra would pit a fit with her friends every time they even mentioned his name around her at high school. She hated his everything, the way he talked, looked at her, even the way he took his breathes aggravated her. When Libra came "to her senses" she realized that Jakob was a very calm and endearing man. They had Lucian a few months after getting married. Lucian is about two years older than her. And, he never allows her to forget that fact. On March 15, the ides of March, it was a very cold and blistery day and Aubreen's mother nearly caught her death in the chill. France’s inland winters were never too pleasant, but they made due. Aubreen was a prized possession to her father and her mother. She looked nearly identical to her mother. When Aubreen turned four she contracted the influenza virus. Her mother and father were very worried; she wasn’t showing any great of signs of pulling through, even with treatment. Her parents watched over her diligently, her brother kept away just in case. With so much time taken off for Aubreen’s sake, her family went into debt.
aboard the mayflower;;
Although Aubreen and her family were going into severe debt, their mother Libra was able to pull them out. She was hired by an American designer, by chance, to come and sow for her. Obviously, Libra was not going to turn down this perfect opportunity for her family. She would be making enough income to support their needs and Jakob could easily find a job with carpentry in some form. At this time, Aubreen would have been about eleven years of age and just finishing grade five. She had friends and she was an amazing student; but when her parents told her of the move everything went downhill for her. Her grades dropped dramatically, and she became very destructive in class. Her behaviour was not the normal sweet and gentle girl anymore, it was the fiery, uncontrollable kid who all teachers dreaded having. She was suspended numerous times, during the start of grade six and her downward spiral only increased in speed when the date of the move was getting closer. No one was particularly happy to move, but most needed and wanted the change.
whispers and footsteps;;
In an attempt to act out against her parents and make them change their minds about moving, once and for all. She and a few of her new rebellious set of friends had decided that they were going to go and vandalize some buildings and structures around their area. One of the main fixtures they wished to destroy was the Cathedral in from Orléans. So, the group of five set out in the cover of night to graffiti on the building. As per usual, they were caught in the act. Aubreen was all too thankful for the police to come and arrest her. Just think about it, your child is a delinquent and now she’s starting to destroy her environment around her. When the cops showed up at the door, her parents were obviously relieved at first; their baby girl was returned to them. Not so when the police let her off with a warning and she had to do some community service – clean the mess up. Her parents took this as a sign that she wanted to leave faster, that she hated where she lived. That of course was the opposite of what she actually wanted; so they bumped up the departure date a few weeks ahead. Aubreen gave up her vandal career, knowing that she lost.
manifest destiny;;
Aubreen and her family landed in the States when she was about twelve. They began to settle themselves down in New York, where this particular designer worked. With the small amount of money they had, converted, they were able to buy a decent house in Brooklyn. The location wasn’t the best, but it offered their mother easy access to work, and it had a school, and opportunities for their father as well. But, Aubreen wasn’t too pleased with her surroundings. For one, everyone spoke English. It wasn’t a big problem for her, she could speak English, but it definitely wasn’t her first language. She and Lucian became close allies since the school wasn’t so accepting of new comers. The fact that they had an intense French accent didn’t help. The only advantage was that not many people could speak French, so she and her brother could chat away without people knowing what they were saying. Kids began to call her Frenchy, and she hated it. Lucian was becoming a good looking guy so no one really bothered him and he was already being accepted into the pack of boys. The frustration with school and not being in France pushed her grades down a little more. Of course, her brother had told his parents not to worry; it would only be a short time before she made friends.
golden years;;
Who ever said High School was the time of your life was completely wrong. Aubreen passed junior high with high seventies, and was going into high school. She and the family had settled down nice and comfortably in Brooklyn now and Aubreen had even made some friends. Life was, okay, but it still wasn’t France, it wasn’t the bakeries with the café’s lining the streets, there was no French here. She and her brother were invited to a Halloween party in the early, naïve years of grade nine. Life was more complex here than it was back home, and she was only starting to get a handle on it. Aubreen agreed to go to the party with her brother. She frankly regrets ever going now. Her family never mentions the event and she has always hopped that by pushing it out of sight will also mean pushing it out of her mind. She’s still healing from it. Back to the history; she and Lucian made it to the thumping party, it was a costumed event and no one looked distinctly familiar. Lucian told her to just relax and have fun; there would never be any harm in just relaxing and letting loose. She agreed and found a group of her friends. They were chatting and chatting, having fun, laughing and giggling; but that’s when things went blurry. Aubreen began to feel sick or at least she thought the room was spinning. She had only water to drink that night, and so everyone thought she must have just eaten something. The host, one of her good friends, showed her to a spare room. There, she went to the bed to lie down. The next thing she remembered was someone coming to ‘check in’ on her.
the sun will come out tomrrow;;
Aubreen was raped that night, she was helpless and Lucian didn’t even know. He was uninformed of his sisters’ condition, and the fact that she was left alone in a spare room. That night, Aubreen couldn’t even figure out who the guy was. The costume allowed him to be anonymous. When the drug wore off, Aubreen stumbled down the stairs to her brother. Telling him that she didn’t feel well, Lucian was set on taking her home, she really didn’t look well at all. On the way home, she told him what she thought had happened. Instead of home, he took her to the hospital to report the accident. Her parents came flooding into the room, mumbling and sobbing their apologies, Aubreen was in too much shock to really register it. After the case fell through because no one could identify the rapist, the Avery’s decided to move. The moved to New Jersey… Ridgewood, New Jersey, and hoped that they could leave the incident behind them and start new. Aubreen was now starting her junior year, and Lucian was done school. There was no one left to protect her, and she had become quiet hostile once again. In this town, she tries to stay under the radar, hoping that no one will notice her so that she can be left alone and not uprooted again by some random tragedy on her part. She was just, so scared.
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"it's time to meet the puppeteer."
YOUR NAME. eryn
YOUR AGE. eighteen.
YEARS OF EXPERIENCE. uhhh four minimum
CONTACT INFO. pm is okay.
WORD COUNT. admin edit
ANYTHING ELSE. ... i pwn this? lmao
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE.
[/color]” Aubreen was just sort of being a little overly sarcastic now. She pegged herself to sound almost on the verge of bitchy, but she was really just playing around. “It’s a big secret, I don’t know if you’d be able to keep it to yourself or not... but, I guess I will just tell you anyways. It’s probably best that you know.[/color]” Bree was dragging this out longer than it needed to be and she knew that Jason was just going to get all flustered with impatience if she didn’t hurry up and just spit it out. “Jason... I have a jumbo penis![/color]” Sometimes, being dumb and silly with Jason had its potential holes. She just couldn’t stop from poking fun this time though, he was the one who tried to be sexy with her anyways.Looking up from her Popsicle, just in time to catch his soft brown eyes roll in their sockets, she shook her head a little. Then, in that cliché way, she replied to Jason, “Dying car...” A smile stretched across her lips then and she laughed lightly. He really was one of the few people that could make her laugh and smile as if on command. It was nice when she was feeling down, or if she felt sickly, even angry. Then again, there had been times when he could really hurt her and piss her off. Bree was sure that from time to time, she had that affect on Jason. She just figured that’s what made them a stronger pair of friends.
"Don't get you panties in a knot, I did that because I was trying to be sexy... But really, I'm not sure what me sucking on a popsicle is supposed to do for you, I think it goes the other way around...but you know. Whatever."
Bree gave a light hearted chuckle. Jason was trying to be sexy, go figure. “I’m not too sure what it’s supposed to do for me either. Unless you know, I told you my deep dark secret. I just don’t think you’d be able to handle it though...
Her blue eyes watched as Jason’s face turned sour. His nose scrunched up, the wrinkles on his forehead, his eyebrows nearly coming to a point. Readying herself for some exaggerated blow up of sorts, her eyes closed slightly and her teeth gritted together. One eye squinted open after he said “hey!”. His face had softened, a pout forming on his lips. In all honesty, she couldn’t really stand Jason’s face when it went all pouty. It would instantly make her feel guilty and sorry. Aubreen was pretty much putty in his hands when he would give her that face. It was also kind of cute too but she boosted his ego enough to say anything like that to him.
"Bree! You can't tell Abby I danced, I mean, especially if it's bad dancing! Then she's going to want me to dance with her and then she'll realize that I actually am a good dancer because I can't fake bad dancing, I'm not smart enough for that!"
Her eyes, and face, sort of lowered lightly. What was so bad with dancing anyways? What was so bad about dancing with other people? Was it that horrible or a chore in his eyes? Aubreen just liked letting loose, kicking her feet up, and just having fun. She loved being young for that reason. You could dance with the vacuum, or sing into a hairbrush and no one would say anything to you really. She just wanted Jason to have fun for once. He’d been so bottled up, frustrated, and stressed out. Her head lifted up, nodding in a yes, her voice kind of small and quiet. “Jason, you are smart, don’t say that. And I promise not to tell Abby anything, okay?[/color]” Aubreen allowed her eyes to go all big and sappy looking, as if Jason had possibly reprimanded her for even thinking she could tell Abby that he danced with her. She was really just hoping to turn the tables on Jason, for making her feel bad about saying she’d tell Abby.
Feeling proud and like she had done the world a service by playfully hitting Jason Barker, she really didn’t pay much attention to his overdramatic gasp for air. She knew it didn’t hurt him, it was supposed to and best of all she knew she didn’t even hit him that hard. At best, it was probably has harmful as a hit from Maddy or Riley to his chest. Aubreen would never full out take a swing at Jason. Not only could he probably beat her ass if she did, but she would feel horrible about it too.
"What the hell was that!? Jesus Christ, Bree! You call me a jerk and then you hit me in the chest. God, sometimes I think that you're trying to kill me or something! ... Rude."
Aubreen rolled her eyes; Jason “Queenie” Barker was now taking over a little bit. Through his chuckling, a smile had lifted a corner of her lips; a small smirk of sorts. A loud laugh escaped from the young females lungs and lips, she... trying to kill him? “Oh yes, I am trying to slowly, very slowly, kill you! Soon enough, I will win and you’ll be dead on the ground.[/color]” Bree just shook her head. Really, what would her life be like without her best friend? Jason barker was someone that she needed around, just as much as she wanted. “Pfffft.[/color]” Mocking him, and dismissing his rude comment all in one fell swoop.
"You think so? I think that's where you are wrong, Missy. My moves are smooth and I can lead you right into my bed if I really wanted to."
Jason’s facial expressions were usually a clear sign to what he was thinking, or feeling. Really, you can almost read him like a book. Some things you obviously wouldn’t be able to pick up on unless you were around him all the time or talked to him frequently; but that goes with most everyone. However, as much as she would admit it to his face he probably could do just that; lead her right into his bed. She’d love to say to him that she knew better, knew his moves (which she sort of did) but there was always something about Jason Barker that would draw you in. “Nope, never. My moves aren’t smooth, and I’m a terrible follower. And with my keen sense of direction, we’d end up in the kitchen way before we’d end up in your room.[/color]” A wide grin spread across her face. Bree was trying really hard to convince herself that she was right.
"Aw, no skank dancing? But Bree, that's my favorite thing in the whole world to do! Grinding up and getting all dirty on the dance floor. Man, I'm horrible."
“No skank dancing, no getting dirty.... especially not in your living room![/color]” Bree laughed lightly. She’d probably die if they were skanking it up and his mom or dad came walking in and saw them. They were obviously just having fun and playing around, but she’d feel so embarrassed. ‘”You’re not horrible, you just want your mother to kill me, that’s all...[/color]” Even though, she was sure that both of them knew that his mother would probably kill him first. Since everyone knew that Jason was pretty much the spawn of Satan and seduced everyone into doing things he wanted. God forbid someone else suggest something and they take the blame for it.
Even though she was coming back from the kitchen, she heard Jason’s comment. Oh boy. “I really am starting to think that you’re confused about my gender. I AM A GIRL, Jason Barker. I don’t see a lap dance doing much for me either. Now, if you were asking me to give you a lap dance, then that’s a different story...[/color]” Bree shook her head lightly at the male silliness. Her blonde hair not moving too much, her bangs however falling in her face. Her hand reached up and pushed them to the side so that she could see him again.
For someone that was oddly impatient with everything, he sure loved to take his time with some of his decisions. Her eyes watched him as he began thinking.
"Have you ever done any Swing Dancing, Bree?"
Swing dancing was completely foreign to her. Sure she’d seen some of that kind of stuff on the T.V. when she was board and watching “so you think you can dance” but other than that she had never actually done any sort of dancing like that. “never.[/color]” Bree watched as Jason placed a hand on her waist and then took her hand. She was really excited now. She stood, as patient as ever for Jason to tell her, or move her in whatever way she was supposed to. All of her excitement was “hiding” behind her gentle, but wide, smile.
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TAGGED ,, jason.
COUNT ,, 1309.
NOTES ,, lawl
CRED ,, cobra starship for lyrics.
MUSIC ,, your biggest fan by nevershoutnever
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