Post by caprice marie avery on Jun 14, 2009 23:30:09 GMT -5
AND CAPRICE MARIE AVERY, BABY
I CAN'T GET YOU
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SO LETS FLOAT FLOAT FLOAT AWAY
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NICKNAMES captain, cap
BIRTHDAY december 23, seventeen
GENDER female
SEXUALITY heterosexual
FACE CLAIM jessia chiminazzo
MEMBER GROUP high school student
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AND YOU'LL CATCH CATCH ME BABY
[/color][/font][/center]storms, hot fudge sundaes, detail, creativity, asphyxiation, alcohol, leather, motorcycles, riding the train alone, roses, choclate, children, getting physical, the classics, anything sticky, muse, math and science.
DISLIKES
crimnals, dust, plain ice cream, animals, lamps, tanning, liars, the day, cell phones, being helped by anyone, cliches, make up, stuck up folks, heavy perfume, sneezing, poetry, mythology, religion, orange juice.
PERSONALITY isolated, egocentric, intelligent, devastated, chameleon.
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SO LETS HANG OUT IN THE CLOUDS
[/color][/font][/center]OCCUPATION student, part time photographer
FAMILY
anna marie avery [mother, 42]
lucius roman aver [father, 58]
berlin joesph avery [twin brother, 18]
braden vincent avery [brother, 12, deceased]
HISTORY anna marie was a frail little french girl looking for love in all the wrong palces. shortly after travelling to europe she was wined and dinned and a year later married with twins to lucius. luckily she found love with the man and they were a happy little odd couple that worked well together. caprice and berlin were born december 23, caprice just minutes before her little brother. though they were the same age berlin was always the wiser and more responsible between the two. he just knew how to act, how to behave and be proper, and was quick the protective little guy.
growing up they lived in paris but moved around a lot due to her father working as an ambassador. when they were on summer holidays they went to america to visit anna marie's family in kansas. those were some of the 'dreaded days' of childhood. who would want to willingly sacrifice their summer to stay in kansas when they had the world at their fingertips? well when capirce and berlin were 5 there was another baby born into the family, little braden vincent avery. caprice didn't really like the kids all that much, but she endured. they were closer than ever for a long time. caprice excelled academically. school, arts, music- she was a leading girl. berlin had found his strengths in all things sports related, he was the star athlete and at an early age got a lot of recognition as a soccer star. he was also very good with fixing things, making things work and solving problems. braden was the little entertainer of the group, he could light up a room and make anyone smile.
life as she knew it ended on september 4th, when braden was only just 12 years old. the family was all asleep in their beds and no one heard the window open, the man sneak in and no one heard braden get out of bed. the only thing they heard was the bullet rip through the silence of the night and bradens cries. caprice found him lying on the floor, he was still alive but it was a mess, and he was fading fast. she said good bye to him and promised that it wasn't going to hurt much longer.
nothing was the same after that. their family began to feel like it was falling apart. anna marie and lucius were fighting more and berlin and caprice began to grow apart more and more. finally their parents split. caprice went to kansas with her mother and berlin stayed in paris with their father to pursue his soccer dreams. this was last year and she's finally gotten into the small town. still unknown. still realling from the sudden and unforgiveable loss.
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I'LL MAKE HER SEE THAT SHE'S MINE
[/color][/font][/center]AGE sixteen
EXPERIENCE 100 years or so. that's right, i'm a vampire who has roleplayed for most of my vamp life. [so about 4]
TIME ZONE est
CONTACT pm, msn
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annette lightly touched the skin on her small arms, it’s soft flesh still sore from slipping earlier, only because she was a native to wells bay didn’t make her impenetrable to slipping every now and then. as she lay in bed there was a knock on her bedroom door, and her mother poked her head in. “are you feeling better?” she asked, annette nodded, trying to look like she hadn’t been daydreaming again when she should have been working on her papers. as if missing the oh so obvious shrug off, her mother intruded in her room, sitting down on the edge of her bed, putting a slightly clammy hand against her forehead. “mom, i‘m fine, what are you doing?” she asked. her mother rolled her eyes, taking her hand away putting them into her lap, she always did this, acted very motherly whenever she needed to vent about her frustrations, or whatever they were, onto her daughter. the first time she’d done this annette was only 8, and she didn’t think she needed to know any of what her mother was telling about her, commitment issues, troubles with being honest, all these things seemed to pull her from the comfort of childhood and innocence, into something most women around here would call a young lady.
but oh no, annette was so much more. the perfect, small town girl on the outside. golden and sinning hair with sweet blue eyes, no one, save a few, would guess the girl inside that waited to come out. the true annette pranced around the edges, told manipulative little lies and rather enjoyed it. sometimes annette herself had to wonder if this was some mental disorder, or if she did have a conscious why it remained so quite all the time. it wasn’t like she went around kicking puppies and stealing lolly’s from babies, but she enjoyed messing up a persons day, liked getting loud and arguing. the real annette also happened to be hopeless when it came to taking some of her own medicine, some had tried but she always found a way to get past it. however her mother had been one piece of gum on her shoes she could never fully get off. “alright, what happened?”
for a church going, god-fearing women, brinley brinslow had a lot of skeletons. after a half hour of ‘woe is me’ annette had all she could stomach, faming some study group meeting she needed to get to and left, her mother seemed annoyed but understood, before reluctantly going back to her routine of housewife/floozy.
the parent annette liked to boast about was her father, he was the only stable man in her life, always sending cards, reminders about appointments, and was helping her pay for university. she hoped she took after him. the only really significant proof she didn’t was the feelings annette got when she thought about her professor, the way her heart began to beat a little more when he spoke, the butterflies when she thought she caught him starring at her. so why did he have that stupid ring on his finger? the blonde figure drifted through the crowded mid day folks making their way by, folks stopping at the market, going into the library, chatting with old friends and completely absorbed in their day to day lives.
her phone was burning a hole in her pocket, her slim finger drifting over the keys, and she finally called him, coming up with needing some help on a paper. although she was quite able to do it on her own, a little company sounded much better at the time, and any excuse to get professor ryan to see her outside of their student and teacher rolls was one she didn’t want to miss. once he agreed to come meet her for some coffee and extra help she eagerly went back home, getting her books and wondering what to do with her hair. she decided to let the lose, and slightly wet curls alone, they would dry once inside, and it seemed a waste of time to do anything in that town, it always rained, if not in buckets than just sprinkling, managing to beat the best strengtheners.
running her fingers through her hair she arrived at the coffee shop, grabbing a spot away from the main group of people as she waited for prince charming.
but oh no, annette was so much more. the perfect, small town girl on the outside. golden and sinning hair with sweet blue eyes, no one, save a few, would guess the girl inside that waited to come out. the true annette pranced around the edges, told manipulative little lies and rather enjoyed it. sometimes annette herself had to wonder if this was some mental disorder, or if she did have a conscious why it remained so quite all the time. it wasn’t like she went around kicking puppies and stealing lolly’s from babies, but she enjoyed messing up a persons day, liked getting loud and arguing. the real annette also happened to be hopeless when it came to taking some of her own medicine, some had tried but she always found a way to get past it. however her mother had been one piece of gum on her shoes she could never fully get off. “alright, what happened?”
for a church going, god-fearing women, brinley brinslow had a lot of skeletons. after a half hour of ‘woe is me’ annette had all she could stomach, faming some study group meeting she needed to get to and left, her mother seemed annoyed but understood, before reluctantly going back to her routine of housewife/floozy.
the parent annette liked to boast about was her father, he was the only stable man in her life, always sending cards, reminders about appointments, and was helping her pay for university. she hoped she took after him. the only really significant proof she didn’t was the feelings annette got when she thought about her professor, the way her heart began to beat a little more when he spoke, the butterflies when she thought she caught him starring at her. so why did he have that stupid ring on his finger? the blonde figure drifted through the crowded mid day folks making their way by, folks stopping at the market, going into the library, chatting with old friends and completely absorbed in their day to day lives.
her phone was burning a hole in her pocket, her slim finger drifting over the keys, and she finally called him, coming up with needing some help on a paper. although she was quite able to do it on her own, a little company sounded much better at the time, and any excuse to get professor ryan to see her outside of their student and teacher rolls was one she didn’t want to miss. once he agreed to come meet her for some coffee and extra help she eagerly went back home, getting her books and wondering what to do with her hair. she decided to let the lose, and slightly wet curls alone, they would dry once inside, and it seemed a waste of time to do anything in that town, it always rained, if not in buckets than just sprinkling, managing to beat the best strengtheners.
running her fingers through her hair she arrived at the coffee shop, grabbing a spot away from the main group of people as she waited for prince charming.
