Post by Aura Phisher on Sept 18, 2009 1:09:35 GMT -5
Auriela Phisher
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Characters Personal Information
Name: Auriela Phisher
Gender: Female
Age: 14
True Age: Well 14 since she's not a boogie
Hair Color: Feathery blond with a darker tint streaking below.
Eye Color: Light brown
Skin Tone: Sickly pail
Height: 5' 3
Weight: 136
Sexual Orientation: None
How Did They arrive here: Swept up into the dark rafters of her attic after a very bad deed...
Years In Wonderland: Newly dragged in.
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What Are They Like?
Likes:
- Animals, all kinds
- Solitude
- Friendly people
- Fluffy or soft objects/clothes
- Violent/sharp objects
- Fire
Dislikes:
- Anything sexual
- Being touched
- Spiders
- Darkness
- Scantily dressed people
Turn Ons:
- Fire
- Sweets
Turn Offs:
- Sex
- Older people
- Innocence
Nervous Habits:
- Scratching her face
- Biting off the inside of her cheeks
- Fiddling with the edges of her shirts
Fears:
- Dark places
- Spiders/bugs that are on her
- Monsters in the shadows
Appearance:
A first glance at Auriela would show a shy teenage girl whose awkward and polite to the world. She has a slightly slim pale face with narrow light brown eyebrows always slanted in a sorrowful manner. Her eyes though a beautiful light brown as well have a deep and piercing violent stare when not looking at the floor. Small fleshy pink lips in an emotionless line and a rounded nose finish off her teenage face framed in glossy dark blond hair that falls down to end in large swirly curls around her breasts. Perky and still young her body isn't too impressive and often looks sickly, sometimes to the point where she isn't with the living. Her arms don't move too much and fall lazily to her side much like her thicker legs which tend to drag along the floor making her black laced vans squeak and screech in protest.
Her puffy black vans are very worn out but some how are still together and without holes, though the plastic tip for the laces was broken long ago leaving the ends frayed. Most of the shirts she wears look worn out like most of her clothes are, very many of them are green with subtle differences in the design of fabric and print. The only skirts she has were bought by her mother and quickly 'lost' or 'accidentally' torn by Aurelia. She much rather prefers capri pants made of light fabrics, not jean. Pockets are an addiction and usually she has something in all of them.
Personality:
Aura is a very disturbed child and tends to act with a much older and harsh view of the world, though it doesn't show often. A book lover from the time she could read she was always lost in fantasy. Day dreams were her life and sometimes she mixed them into real life smiling at nothing, giggling in the middle of class or staring so intently or violently she could crack anyones nerve.
If you observed her for a long time you would probably think she was nuts or just had an emotional roller coaster going on in her head. But if you ever talked to her she never flinched or jumped, sometimes she stared but never paused when she talked. A picture of sanity on the surface, but sometimes she said things that were too dark for peers to understand and often scared them away.
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How Their Life Is / Was
[/color]Father: Petree Barns Phisher - 42
Mother: Martha Lee Phisher - 39
Sibling/s: Jacob Martin Phisher - 7
History: Auriela never really remembered calm or truly peaceful moments in her house. It was uneasy and tense, her parents were never in the same room. Even the smallest comment from her or her mother sent her father on a rampage. But she doubted anyone would believe her, daughter of the school principal, play thing of the chairman of the PTA and so on. She hated it.
What boiled inside her even more was the fact her parents never wanted a daughter and despised her for being born female. As if she was the one who chose in the womb to be born as she was. It got to the point where she cut off her hair, taped her breasts back and stuffed her pants with socks and got a feeling of pure pleasure from seeing the pure looks of horror and rage on her mother and fathers face that night. She woke up bruised and unable to see out of her left eye. But that was only a year after her brother had been born and she became nearly invisible.
Nearly, but never fully because her father was such a sick, sick man. Aura never had a boyish figure, from the time she was born you could tell she was a woman. Thick dark lashes around bright eyes and puffy pink lips with her hair growing thicker and faster then most babes into lush dark blond curls by the age of three. Her father noticed it all, felt it all, and created a deep disgust and hatred in her by the time she was six. She was never stupid, understood all the arguments and what was right and how it was so wrong what he brought her into the attic for. But she could never tell a soul, she knew no one would believe her over her father, the night she told her mother a quick and stinging slap ended the conversation with her on the floor.
It was a bitter life, but she passed through it with her books and outdoor adventures. It was good to get away, but she could never find a way to stay away from that house and it drove her mad sometimes. She started to blur her fantasies and reality when she was alone in the woods not far from her house, living as if it was a waking dream and soon brought it into the house. She became dangerous and sometimes stared at her father in his study, holding a knife, her mother shrieking at him. She can't yell if her throat is cut.... and his filthy hands...filthy devil hands can bleed started to become regular in her day dreams and thoughts, though she pushed them deep down inside of her and kept them to herself.
Until the day she was finally possessed to do the unthinkable. It was a rainy day and her mother was no where and she thought her father gone too. She was wrong. Stepping into the house it was so quiet for once but still uneasy, always uneasy. Even when she thought no one was there she still tried to go quietly up the stairs, it was a habit from the time she could remember to try and fade away. Her clothes were drenched and she wanted to run to her room and lock the door to change, but her father had gotten rid of the lock, her only friend, last week. At the top of the stairs like something out of her darkest nightmares he stood there waiting for her, knowing no one was home to stop anything as always.
Today was going to be different though, a fierce and ugly expression full of hate crossed her face and she hugged her jacket close around as if to protect something. He dragged her kicking and screaming up the attic stairs, be it her hair, neck, wrist anything he could get a grip on he pulled her by. Then there was a click. He tried to take whatever she was holding but she had gotten strong. Eventually he pulled out the barrel of a pistol and was pointing it right at his own chest. Dumbfounded he looked right into her fierce eyes, shocked by the tone of deep violet and brown that looked back at him "Thanks for holding it up....daddy." Bang. The last thing he heard was his own daughter cursing him in a war torn voice and the blast of the shot that tore through his chest. Then he heard it again and again and.....he was dead. The barrel was empty but she kept pulling the trigger, click click click but no more bullets came out. Only tears and darkness. Everything started to blur and she thought it was just the hysterical tears but a sudden and horrible terror shook her. The gun fell from her hand and everything went black.
She woke up with a scream, and looked around. It almost appeared as if she was in one of her dreams and felt around her, eyes still a bit blurry but it was definitely real. Little did she know it wasn't a dream, but was soon to be an even worse nightmare.
Roleplaying Sample:
It was a small mid-west town, wooden buildings were still being put up filling in the edges of town. Left and right were saloons with whores sometimes standing out to try and lure men in, most of the patrons were fool hardy and lonely miners. The occasional rancher came through but this morning the main and only road running through town was empty, except for them. The dirt roads made everything dusty, coating it all now in the warm wind. From the buildings to the black fitted knee high boots, the spurs still shining brightly through the dust. With a final spin they came to a stop and clinked into the dirt.
The man across the way had an almost toothless grin. He looked dirty, filthy as if he dipped his hand in the spittoon and rubbed it over himself then waited for the dust to clot it over. When he spoke his walrus mustache that appeared to have visited one too many of the saloon gals almost crunched and creaked " Well don't yew have th' sof'est face in the west little boy, I thought this wers a fight 'tween men!" His laughter was as ugly as the man it came out of. The adrenaline was coursing through the person opposite like it always did before a gun fight.
It was the perfect appearance of a mid-west gun slinger. Tall and mysterious with a broad black cowboy hat that was tilted down over the eyes, only showing a brilliant smile with unusually pleasant looking lips for a man. The dark and long trench type coat went down a little past the knees and was being whipped around in the wind revealing dark cowboy chaps over black pants. The bright smile turned into a deviant grin as the gun slinger tore open the dark coat to something that the other man hadn't expected, "And who was it who said I was a mayn? Still shocked and a little turned on the ugly man almost forgot he was in a gun fight and dropped his guard like they always did.
She lunged forward, pulling out both brilliantly polished that shined perfectly in the sun as she ran forward. The wind knocked off her cowboy hat and the most beautiful blond curls fell out everywhere creating a picture of the most violent and entrancing vixen he had seen across the entire mid-west. BANG BAGN! "and then he was dead and she stood there with a hand on her hips....pursing her lips she blew the smoke away from the barrels and smiled as he closed his eyes forever, never to run amok again. Yaaaa....Aura Phisher, the greatest gun slinger of the mid-west...." It was yet another fantasy. She knew that's all they would ever be, but they were damn good.
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A Bit About You
Name: Ariana, call me Kiwi >.>
Age: 18
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