Post by LILY AVALON on Aug 1, 2009 18:02:17 GMT -8
LILY ALEXANDRA AVALON
* is it ever going to be enough? .
HEY THERE. THE NAME IS TESS, AND I AM EIGHTEEN.
I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR ABOUT 4 YEARS
AND MY OTHER CHARACTERSWOULD BE NATE, NATALIE AND JULIAN.
OH, BY THE WAY, I READ THE RULES. WANT PROOF?
THE CODE WORD IS BUBBLE GUM
- - - - nicknames, lil
- - - - gender, female
- - - - sexuality, straight
- - - - occupation, studying to become a journalist
- - - - wealth class, comfortable. her mother supports her mostly since she is in school
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- - - - hair, blonde
- - - - fashion sense, lily has always had a very eccentric style. she shops at thrift stores, instead of buying new things. lily doesn't see much point in spending lots of money on clothing. most of her money is spent on her education. there are times when she finds designer second hand things that look almost brand new. those are her most prized possessions. above all, she just likes to be comfortable. its not often when you find lily in heels. her two pairs are only put to use when she goes out to a bar or night club. other than that, she is often found in sundresses or jeans with a frilly blouse. one color she never wears is black since she sticks to brighter colors like blue. she doesn't leave the house without her over sized thrift store found chanel bag which she has had for years.
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- - - - loathes, rain, sand between the toes, burnt toast, drugs, the thought of getting old, failure, hospitals, cigarettes, beer, chipped nail polish, new clothing, cold weather and thunder storms, snakes, the national enquirer, morning classes, violent sex.
- - - - strenghts, always gives 100 percent, loyal, confident, strong writer, compassionate toward animals,
- - - - weaknesses, trusts other people too easily, thrift stores and magazines, judgmental and pays too much attention to first impressions
- - - - dreams, write for an international magazine, backpack through europe, buy a summer home,
- - - - fears, not receiving her degree, aging, hard drugs, facing her father, one of her loved ones overdosing.
- - - - overall personality,
H E A D S T R O N G
- - always thinks she is right
- - has a strong opinion about everything
- - loves to argue and never gives up
- - never acts defeated in front of others but can act vulnerable while alone or with loved ones
C O N F I D E N T
- - good at public speaking
- - always comfortable around other people
- - confident but not cocky
- - knows her strengths and weaknesses
T R U S T I N G
- - trusts people too quickly
- - often gets her heart broken when they disappoint her
- - puts too much effort into her relationships with others and doesn't get much in return
- - gives people too many chances, the benefit of the doubt
- - never learns from her mistakes of trusting other people
P E R F E C T I O N I S T
- - everything has to be perfect, even her bedroom
- - clean freak, her apartment is spotless
- - all her school work is done to her best ability and in on time
- - sometimes called a control freak because she prefers everything to be done her way
C O M P A S S I O N A T E
- - always looking out for others
- - easily picks up on others emotions
- - has always loved animals
J U D G E M E N T A L
- - bases her opinions of other people on first impressions
- - thinks in stereotypes
- - can sometimes come off as vain and act as she is better than them
G R O U N D E D
- - has strong morals
- - knows a lot about the real world and what is happening in the news
- - stays away from drugs and massive amounts of alcohol
S T U B B O R N
- - never does things other people's ways
- - will sit and pout until she gets her way
F L I R T A T I O U S
- - flirts with people she isn't even attracted to
- - always giggly and friendly to those she just meets
- - flirting often gets her into trouble with those she is in a relationship with
- - subconscious trait that comes out without her even knowing.
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- - - - family,
STANLEY AVALON - - 47 - living under probation in Montanna, working as a mechanic
EMILY AVALON - - 46 - elementary school teacher in Seattle
- - - - pets, a ginger cat named voo
- - - - overall history,
"My parents were high school sweet hearts. They met in Chemistry 11 when they had to do a Lab together and hit it off since they said hello. From that day on, they were inseparable. They spent every waking moment together, falling in love and planning their future together. They dated throughout their last two years, not having problems at all. By the end of Grade 12, they were named the couple of the year. Everyone saw them as the perfect couple with absolutely no problems. People's ideas of my parents relationship weren't far off because problems didn't arise until far later into their relationship. I think I was the start of their problems.
After highschool, my parents shacked up and got married. They wasted no time in planning a wedding and inviting all their highschool friends and their families. The wedding was huge and my mother looked absolutely gorgeous in her Versace gown. My father had inherited his trust fund right when he turned eighteen. Most of the money went toward the wedding and the rest into savings. They rented out a cute little apartment in downtown Seattle and started to plan their future together. My father started to work two jobs while my mother went to school to get her teaching degree. My dad worked so hard for my mother's happiness over those years. Even after she got her degree and couldn't get a job my dad just kept on working. They didn't get on their feet until they were both 24 and almost ready to give up.
Once my mother settled a job at a local elementary school, my parents decided they wanted to start a family. I was the answer to their need for a family. I was born in a local hospital just nine months after they started trying to have a baby. They didn't care if it was a boy or girl, they just wanted me to be healthy.
I had a pretty normal childhood. I went through preschool and onto elementary school where my mother worked. She always pushed me to be the best I could be. I blame my perfectionist ways on the way my mother stood over my shoulder while I did my homework. I graduated from elementary school the top of my class and my mother was the one in the crowd taking my picture and jumping with joy. I tried to tell myself that she pushed me so much because she loved me and she was a teacher herself, but the pressure was starting to get to me. I was starting to think I wasn't good enough.
Things started to turn sour when I went to highschool. While I was in grade 8, my father lost his job. He was a manager at a car shop. It was a job that he actually loved. He used to go to work every day with a smile on his face. Being fired came out of the blue and pushed my father into a deep depression. Every day I would come home to a dark house with my father lying in bed with his eyes blankly on the TV. He wouldn't say a word to my mother or I. Both of us felt helpless and let him cope on his own without the support of his family. He didn't seem to love us anymore.
I first caught him with drugs when I was fourteen. I came home after school to find him crouched over our dining room table with a bill shoved up his nose. I was too naive to realize what he was snorting and I just started crying, unaware of what was happening. Later when I told my mother, she confronted my father and they screamed for hours. I hid in my room while he told her that it was a one time thing, just to get rid of the pain. He still hadn't found a job.
My father became sneaky when it came to his addiction. I wouldn't see him doing it but I could sense it in his behavior. He was more angry and couldn't sit still when we ate dinner. At night I would wake up to hear my parents fighting about money and other things I couldn't hear from behind the closed door of my bedroom. But as the nights dragged on, I started to put together the pieces. I started to accept the fact that my family was falling apart due to my father's drug addiction.
The abuse didn't start until my last year of highschool. It started with my mother at first when I was in bed asleep. I would be awoken by her screams and cries as she begged him to stop. I would always feel paralyzed in my bed, like I couldn't move and save her from what she was going through. I spent months denying that it was happening. It wasn't until I confronted my father about it that he hit me. At first it was a slap across the face. I remember looking up at him as I touched my red face and seeing him twitch and sweat as he stood. He was as high as a kite and didn't even realize what he had done. He then went on to yell at me and say that my mother was a cunt and so was I. As defeated as I felt in that moment, I didn't give up.
My father would hit me harder each time I asked him about what was going on. I would ask him for some money and he would slap me, I would ask why he hits me mother and he would give me a black eye. For months I put up with it, missing school and hiding my bruises with massive amounts of make up. I was scared to come home so I would sleep at my friend's place as much as possible. I wore my graduation gown with a black eye and bruises covering my arms. I just told my teachers that I had fallen down while biking.
When I graduated, things started to change. My mother filed for divorce and called the police. She sent in all the pictures she had taken of herself and I after the attacks. In a matter of 8 months my parents were divorced and my father was put behind bars. He left my mother and I nothing but the house and our old car. My entire college savings had been spent on his cocaine addiction. My mother soon sold the house and bought a small apartment that we fit into. Even though my father was behind bars and unable to contact me, I didn't feel safe in Seattle. I made the move to Las Vegas in hopes of starting a new life without my father.
I started to go to school a couple months after I moved to Vegas. I focused all my attention on my work and my writing. Instead of mending my wounds with alcohol like others, I wrote and wrote until my hand hurt. It was during my second year that I met Maverick. He was attractive and funny and we fell head over heels in love. He was my first love and I put all I could into my relationship with him. But a year and a half into our relationship, he started using. This caused flash backs of my father and how he abused me. I wasn't able to sleep at night because I was terrified of the nightmares I would have every night. But no matter how much cocaine Maverick did, I still loved him. And I saw him through everything, even his overdose. However, when I helped him get into rehab and involved his parents, he turned his back on me. I haven't been able to contact him since he went to rehab. He doesn't answer his phone or reply to emails. All I want to tell him is that I still love him and want to see him. I just hope he starts to come to his senses soon"[/ul][/ul]
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