Post by Aeryn Mariana Lyonell on Oct 7, 2012 5:30:36 GMT -4
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, border-top: 15px solid #3287a1; border-bottom: 15px solid #3287a1; border-radius: 0em 0em 0em 0em; -moz-border-radius: 0em 0em 0em 0em; width:480px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/lcbO2.png), bTable][tr][atrb=vAlign,top][classy=app1][atrb=vAlign, top] [/classy] | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 260px; height: 190px; overflow:auto; background-color:#cce1e7; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color:#000000; text-align:justify; margin-top: 30px; margin-left: 50px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px;]FULL NAME Aeryn Mariana Lyonell NICKNAMES Aer, Aeri. GENDER Female. AGE, BIRTHDAY Twenty, December eighteenth. GRADE/JOB Junior in college. Working part-time as an assistant at a dance studio. MEMBER GROUP Visitor. SEXUALITY Heterosexual. PLAY BY Jessica Stam. PERSONALITY Like a walking mess of contradictions, Aer tends to be a lot of things she hates. She gets herself stuck in all sorts of lose-lose situations that really put her in some tough situations when throughout childhood and her teenage years. She tends to hold onto all sorts of negative emotions that she keeps buried away nicely under forced smiles, but in reality, she is often wrought with guilt over her poor relationship with many of her loved ones. Confronting her inner demons has never been one of her talents, and as a result, she has a tendency to keep all her troubles clumped together until they overflow and overwhelm her. She's the type who always tries to run away from her self-conflicts before she's willing to try to stand her ground and make it through the approaching tempest. Rather than settling on concrete thoughts and opinions, she's always teetering on the middle ground. She sticks to grey sides when there is either black or white, and she despises her indecisiveness. However, she has also made significant progress when one takes into consideration that she once befriended others and deliberately chose to let them down so that they would have no faith in her. She feared that she would fail to meet expectations and disappoint others. Her remedy was to crush their hopes before they even developed, thereby granting her wish for others to simply give up on her. She always wanted to be the lost cause because her self-image had deteriorated from several events that had her wallowing in self-loathing. Being labeled as someone unpromising and doomed for failure just seemed like the easier option when the other involved expectations that she was quite sure she could never live up to. At present, she treads on unsteady ground but has far more confidence in herself in comparison to the girl who existed in prior years. She’s wary of dreaming and having hopes and expectations because she hates being disappointed, but she realises that having something to strive for is what makes life worth living. It takes her a while to recover from trip-ups, but at the very least, she is willing to take a risk to progress. Most of her confidence comes from her dancing. Since she was a child, dancing has been her passion. It was a strenuous activity that provided her with sanctuary when she felt like she might fall apart, and now she can't ever imagine being unable to dance. As a result, she wishes to continue attending Juilliard for performing arts even though she is aware of the intense competition. She likes to think that she is quite talented at what she does and that the happiness she feels when she dances is worth every ounce of effort she exerted when she performed at the auditions to enter. Unlike most teenage girls, her heart isn't too into dating. Though she does want to be loved, she tends to think of it as something unreachable and unachievable for herself, therefore convincing herself to succumb to the idea that her mother used to drill into her mind that love could never be permanent. In the past, she had a bad habit of dating around for the worst of reasons. She would act like an ideal type of girl for her current target, quickly and readily casting him aside when he fell for her charms. Of course, she did not get this far in life without her own brushes with heartbreak. There have been more than a handful of occasions in which she found herself dreaming of happy endings and believing that her significant other was her soul mate. Obviously a number of those relationships had to end rather badly if she's lost confidence in long-term lasting relationships and seeks to leave before she is left. Overall, Aeryn is far from strong. She has occasional relapses into the depression she suffered in the past, but she bounces back stronger than ever. She still has numerous faults that she wishes she didn't own, but that's why progress exists. She's taken baby steps thus far and hopes that one day, she'll reach a point when she's independent and strong enough to love love herself for all she is. HISTORY The life of Aeryn Lyonell begins with a love story that ended in tragedy. In the summer of the late 1900s, Evelyn Lyonell and Clyde Alcott unexpectedly met and fell in love. It was a sparks fly sort of moment where they felt an instant attraction and called it true love. The catch? She was one of the beloved daughters from a renown English family, and he was a nameless nobody who's only redeeming trait was his knowledge of roughing it out on the streets. Even though her parents had scolded and punished her, Evelyn was headstrong and determined to achieve the ideal love story. She subsequently eloped and consequently was disowned by her parents. She couldn't quite find it in herself to care that she now had nothing because her head was spinning with optimism and dreams produced by her naivete. But just in case life did get a little rocky, she convinced Clyde to take up her last name because of the influence it carried. Some people would obviously hear of how she was now cast out of her family, but she figured she could still put it to good use on some occasions. In spring, the newlywed couple found themselves in Spain, completely optimistic towards the notion of a new start. She found a job at a small boutique and put her marketing skills to work, quickly rising through the ranks and enjoying several promotions. He drifted around and worked odds and ends, but he never really remained at the same job for too long. You earned more experience when you drifted, he would explain, but it was more of an indication that he was less than suitable as a husband and father. A few years later, they felt financially secure enough to have another child while still having enough money left over to live a comfortable lifestyle. That child was Aeryn, and she was born in December during a vacation to Reykjavik, Iceland. After her birth, the couple wanted a change of setting, and they soon found themselves in Ireland. During childhood, life wasn't half bad. At an extremely young age, Aer's interest began when she passed by a dance studio. She wanted to take part in it and was granted her wish when her parents allowed her to take lessons. Though it was sometimes tough and exhausting, it was also exhilarating and exciting, and she knew that she would be a dancer when she was grown up someday. Unfortunately, life took an abrupt turn down the wrong path. The previously happy marriage of her parents fell apart when it was discovered that Clyde was having an affair. Evelyn was instantly infuriated, and they had a screaming match. When the next day came, he was gone. The only memento left behind by him were divorce papers and a gambling debt that the rest of the family was unaware he owned. As expected, life became much more difficult. Evelyn decided that she would take care of her two children on her own, despite knowing that it would be difficult. Now that the flow of money coming into the household was significantly less, they couldn't afford to live as comfortably as they once had. Bills began to pile up and stress was at an all time high. At age eight, Aeryn wasn't exactly sure what was going on, but she could pick up enough on the mood to understand that everything was far from being okay. Her mother was often bitter and snappy, and the biggest blow was when she was told she could no longer continue dance lessons. She was forced to by observing lessons through the windows of the dance studio and then practicing and attempting to reach perfection on her own. All the while, Javier had started to stay away from home more and more often. He lacked the sort of tolerance his sister had when it came to dealing with their mother, and rather than get into mindless arguments, he sought refuge at the houses of peers. He was talented at fleeing from his conscience whereas Aeryn constantly dealt with the ups and downs of her mother's moods because she believed it was the least she could do for the woman who was working so hard to raise them. When Aer turned ten, her mother suddenly sprang the news that they would likely be moving to the United States. She never found out the exact reason behind the move, but she eavesdropped on enough phone conversations to piece together bits of broken conversations. Apparently life would possibly be easier in New York, and her mother had begged enough to receive some financial aid from her brother so that the big move could take place. They ended up in a bustling city in New York that Javier thought was promising, whereas Aeryn was significantly less enthusiastic, though she was still willing to give it a chance. There, life was a little better. Aeryn wasn't overly displeased and found joy in extracurricular activities such as cheerleading and kickline. Evelyn made enough so that the family could live in a decent sized apartment on the sixth floor of a building complex, but that never stopped her from worrying over unexpected happenings that could cause all sorts of troubles. The bills weren't piling up and there was no threat of the loss of electricity or warm water, but she wasn't doing too well on the inside. She rode an emotional roller coaster that seemed to have extreme highs and lows. As Aeryn grew older, her mother began to tell her not to make the same sorts of mistakes. She often reminisced that throwing away a bright future for something as deceptive as love had been her biggest error in judgment. With a stern look on her face, she would lecture that love was a lie and that the key to success was to play the part of a temptress who knew how to wrap men around her little finger. It was better to play with hearts rather than to have one's heart played with. If she mastered this art, she could someday marry a successful man who was too enamoured with her to know better, and then she could enjoy a far more pleasant life. Unsure of what exactly her mother meant, Aeryn easily misinterpreted her mother's suggestion as advice that she should play the part of a glorified trollop. Though her passion lay with dancing, she was terrified of disobeying her mother. It wasn't so much her mother's wrath that she feared because she had gotten used to that years ago, but she feared what sort of guilt she would feel for giving trouble to a woman who was already being worked half to death in order to provide a reasonably comfortable life at home. At age sixteen, Aeryn began selling her time. She often went on dates with guys in exchange for money, and she would use a portion of that money to pay for dance lessons she secretly took while she took the remaining amount home so that she could help out with paying the bills. While her mother was curious as to how she got a hold of such money, she never inquired deeper into it because she assumed that it came from some sort of part time job. Alas, this tale has yet to finish with all its tragedies. Nearly a year later, Evelyn was fired from her job as head manager of a clothing store and was forced to rely on a gig in a fast food joint where she manned over awkward teens. The demotion was like a slap in the face that pushed her into a slump that she could never quite climb out from, tossing her into the depths of a developing case of depression. Her mood was only worsened when she found out what Aeryn did to bring home money. The unwelcome surprise was the spark that sent her over the edge, where she comforted herself with instantaneous death the moment her body met the pavement of the sidewalk six floors below. The funeral arrangements were done and over with quickly, and Aeryn moved out of the old home and headed to the quiet town her older brother resided in, which was in a different part of New York. When he left home several years prior, he ended up staying in the town because he coincidentally ran into a few relatives that he never knew lived there. It was a case of how the world was small, and when he found that they were rather easy to get along with, he decided to make Aeolus his home. Aer's new arrival made his already small apartment feel crowded, and she ended up moving into her cousin's much roomier home to stay with them. While a part of her was happy to find that she had found more family, she was still emotionally distraught. She blamed herself for what had happened and began to hang with a bad crowd that convinced her that drugs were useful if she wanted to forget her worries and combat the impending sense of depression. She found herself juggling a pleasant balance of dancing, cheerleading, partying, and frequent drug use. It was an unhealthy way of coping, but her self-destructive habits felt like proper and just compensation for what she had caused. It wasn't until after an accidental overdose that nearly killed her that she realised that the way she was living was simply terrible. While guilt continue to weigh down on her shoulders, she found that she didn't want to live life slumping around as en empty shell of a human. She wanted to move past the mild case of depression she had developed in order to grow stronger. She wanted her mother's hard work from the past mean something because letting herself waste away would be throwing away all that had led her to where she is now. She finally reached the conclusion that she wanted to reach the success her mother dreamt of by using her own method of action. With renewed vigour and additional purpose to fuel her as she continued to dance, she found that it was nice to feel overwhelmed with passion and desire to reach goals that were realistic and within reach. Thoughout her remaining years of high school, Aeryn got involved in all sorts of dancing competitions. By senior year, she decided she wanted to attend Juilliard for performing arts and successfully managed to enter when she managed to impress the judges at her audition. At present, she is completing her third year of her undergraduate years at Juilliard. It is a fair amount of distance from Aeolus that commuting everyday would be difficult, therefore she spends weekdays in a dorm on campus. However, on weekends and during breaks, she can easily travel back home. It's not uncommon to see her around quite often, and it's certainly refreshing to see how she's progressed from her previously depressed state to where she stands now. SAMPLE If he thought hard about it, Dalton would reluctantly admit that he likely had what it took to climb to social ladder and make it to royalty. It sounded a bit like he was trying to stroke his own ego, but if generalisations were anything to go by, then it was true. Movies and books were always telling tales about how teenagers made it to the top of the high school hierarchy through deceit and betrayal. They craftily befriended certain people in order to take a step forward, and they rarely spared a glance backwards when they swiftly cast aside unneeded peers that had served their purposes. Once they secured a spot among the royals, they probably felt accomplished, but it was a feeling that he would never familiarise himself with. Though he certainly had the acting abilities one needed, he lacked the ambition that would drive him to the desired ends and means. Dalton never vied for anything more than attention and companionship, which was evident in the compliments that slipped past his lips every time he spoke. People liked guys who knew all the right things to say, and it was their greed for more flattery that kept them rooted in his social circle. They drank in all the sugar sweet words that gave their already over-sized egos a welcome boost and then came crawling back for more. Sometimes he liked to think that his company was as addicting as a drug. It was funny how a few carefully chosen words could get him invitations to the best parties and flirting rights with some of the cutest girls in school. Evidence he had gathered over the years from subtly made observations led to the conclusion that most people were boringly predictable. They were about as spontaneous and exciting as clockwork, which nearly felt ironic when the current trend was to emphasise the importance of originality and differences. Nevertheless, he wouldn't complain. The lack of individuality was a good thing. It made manipulation much easier when there was a common and widespread pattern shared by a number of his peers. Fortunately Desiree proved to be a bit more of a challenge. Dalton never spent enough time around her to know how her mind functioned, so he welcomed the current opportunity to get to know her a little better. Their past interactions always consisted of flirting from his end, but he never stuck around her for too long. If there was one thing he did know, it was that the dark-haired beauty in front of him excelled in wrecking anything and anyone who crossed her. Rumours easily blossomed in school where gossip-starved blabbermouths watched everything with hungry eyes. One misstep could easily generate news that could put him on the end of unwanted attention. Despite how careless he seemed, he put thought and effort into his actions so everything turned out the way he planned, and being thrown among the ranks of rejects for scorning the queen bee definitely wasn't on his checklist. However in the club setting, there was an unspoken agreement in the air that everyone was around to let loose and have fun. Whatever happened would take place and be forgotten the next day. The predatory gaze he received had him thinking that he and Desiree were on the same page. She said his name with a smile, mentioning something along the lines of being happy to see him, and he rather liked the way the two syllables of his name rolled off her tongue. Grinning, he commented, "Well, you can't exactly blame a guy for hoping you'd look for him. I didn't think I would run into you tonight." As she stepped closer, he was briefly aware of the body heat that drifted in the inches of space between them. Rather than moving forward to close the gap between them, he stayed rooted to his spot and rested one of his arms against the tabletop. Rushing would make him seem desperate, and he was anything but that. In a nonchalant tone, he replied, "I'm just looking for a good time. Maybe meet a few new people. The club felt like the perfect place for both. How about you?" If Dalton had been new to the club scene, he might have been more frantic now that he now had the queen bee's attention on him. To guys who were foreign to the whole party scene, it was a memorable when any pretty girl approached him and chatted it up. Luckily he had been around long enough to know that the key to avoid looking like an awkward, blathering idiot was to talk a deep breath and act normal. He had experience and a naturally sociable nature to thank for the fact that talking to Desiree was a feasible task. |
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hey there! i'm nova, and i'm sixteen years old. i've been in this whole roleplaying business for five or six years now, and my other characters include no one else yet. i just have to say i'm really excited.
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