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Hey!! Okay so you're muse B and I'm muse A. So we've got the ages worked out, is there anything else you would like to clarify before we make our characters? (:
Nope! Characters can be as detailed as you want, but it must have the basics (name, age, personality, appearance) I'll probably add a short history as well.My person should be up within the half hour-hour
Okay great! So should mine (: can't wait to see her!
Same goes for yours! I enjoy seeing other characters :P
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▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▏ Avalon Beau Miller ✖ 17 ✖ Canadian ✖▕▔▔▔▔
Avalon "Ava" Beau Miller, born on December 13th, 1997, is not your average teenage girl. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, and that very possibly could be true, for Avalon's eyes are filled with every emotion she could possibly feel. She's considerably short, standing at only 5'4, and weighing a healthy 125 lbs. Shoulder length blonde hair, and a gentle face, she hasn't got a forgettable face.
Avalon is what people consider troubled, with a mix of delusional schizophrenia and psychotic depression all twisted together inside in her head. Thank god for her meds though, cause without them this girl would be a walking time bomb.
She's not very confident in herself, sometimes going as far as to think she's worthless and wonder why she bothers at all. Not many notice her right away. And that's just how she wants to stay. Unnoticed. She definitely notices you though, for her eyes are keen observers, taking in the tiniest details that most people would miss.
Avalon's got a quick tongue and a dry wit, often using her strange humor to get her out of trouble. Flirting is not a strength for young Avalon and was always a social casualty in school.
While this girl might not be very scary looking, she most certainly shouldn't be underestimated. She has been through so much hurt in her life, been surrounded by meaningless 'i promise's, that she is more than capable of holding her own. While she is usually good at hiding her emotions, she is still human, and humans do what they do best- they feel.
Avalon was born on a cold December night to a rich couple that never really wanted a child in the first place. She was born in Canada, but moved to New Jersey when she was 4 after her father was nearly arrested for fraud and embezzlement. She was raised by her nanny, for her parents didn't have any time to spend with their only heir.
On June 4th, Avalon's freshman graduation, her father went out for a couple drinks. 1 year later and still she hasn't seen from him nor heard from him. Her mother took his leaving hard, and became a drunk, getting mixed up with bad people and wrecking the family name.
Avalon's mother remarried into a wealthy family only months after her father left them. Her step father was a cruel man, his children even more so. Living in a house full of abusive men and short tempered teenagers, Ava learned to defend herself from the increasingly violent attacks from her step family.
One terrible night which would proceed to alter her life forever, she was home alone with her mom and step dad who were in a heated argument over something- or rather, someone. Ava ran away the house the moment she saw her mother fling herself out the 3rd floor balcony.
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Name: Brayden Crawford
Age: 18
Birthday: January 26
Birthplace: New York City
Appearance:
Height: 6’3
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color Dark blonde
Tattoos: (view spoiler)
Personality:
-Asshole
Oh Brayden is such an asshole. He is rude, selfish, and rather cold hearted. That’s what he wants people to think, and for the most part it is very true. Brayden is not a nice person. He’s not the guy you take home for any other purpose aside from sleeping with him. And don’t be surprised when you wake up after the little one night stand to find that he’s already left. Brayden doesn’t respect women, or pretty much anyone for that matter. His attitude is one big “fuck you”.
-Confident
Self-assurance is something Brayden never had trouble with. He’s very confident, almost dangerously so. His arrogance and false sense that he is untouchable get Braydon into a lot of trouble. In small doses, his confidence can be pretty alluring. Brayden never stutters or misses a beat, he knows what he wants to say and he’s sure as hell gonna say it.
-Smart
Many people don’t want to believe Brayden is smart. All they want to think is how much of a troublemaker he is. Which he deserves, he is in a gang after all. But, Brayden is intellectually well equipped. In school, Brayden had no trouble maintaining near perfect marks whilst putting in very little effort. Obviously he hasn’t applied his intellectual ability for the good of society, but nobody can take away the fact Brayden is smart. And you better believe he knows it.
-Immature
Brayden isn’t someone who you would think is second in command for a gang upon first meeting him. Underneath all of the fighting, stealing, and crime Brayden is a fairly typical 18 year old guy. He makes comments that he shouldn’t, he pushes boundaries, he likes girls a little too much, he messes up, and he irritates people. In the gang, Brayden is everyone’s little brother, in a sense. Although some might see this as a good thing, it has its negatives. Most of the guys in their upper 20s and early 30s don’t want to be taking orders from an 18 year old kid who still laughs at toilet humor. But Brayden doesn’t show signs of changing anytime soon.
History: Brayden was born to a prostitute mother and an unidentified father. Brayden grew up on the rough side of New York City which has contributed a lot to who he is now considering he spent more time on the streets than he did at home. Brayden also had two older brothers of the same mother, but all different fathers. The oldest, who is somewhere around 25 by this point, managed to rise above the odds and is now attending college in England. Brayden hasn’t talked to him in around six or seven years. Brayden’s second oldest brother, Devon, was a part of the same gang as Brayden, but was killed close to year ago in some gang related incident. As for Brayden’s mother, he hasn’t seen her since he was 15 and probably wouldn’t even recognize her if she was standing in front of him.
Thanks XD I needed to post her before my laptop died, but it's charging now so I'm going to do the quick history. While I'm working on the history do you mind posting first? We can start from when everyones arriving at the club.
It's all good XD I've got a basic back ground for her as of now, but I'll probably change it quite a bit later on.
Drug dealing and tax evasion, among other crimes, can get you far in life. Very far.
Brayden and a few of the guys exited their Porsche, laughing at something someone had said a few moments before. The head of the group, who just went by Matt, tossed the keys of the nice car to one of the valet guys, who looked pretty excited to take this Porsche for a little ride. Even if it was only for a minute or two. The group of four got into the club without any problems. Because who is going to say no to some guys with face tattoos? Brayden was the freshest looking face in the group, and probably the most approachable looking as well which could probably be credited to the fact he had no tattoos on his face. But hey, some people are into that.
Brayden smiled easily and joked along with the other guys as he slowly took his wallet out of the pocket of his dark jeans to buy himself a beer. Despite being only 18, no one was going to deny him some alcohol. No one bothered to check his ID. And in the off chance they did and refused to serve him, one of the other guys would buy a drink and hand it off to Brayden. They had a system going. And this system has been working for two to three years now. Imagine that, fifteen year old Brayden in a club like this. Ha.
The number of the group was kept small tonight, most of the guys didn't feel like going out clubbing. Instead, they were probably getting high and fucking shit up somewhere else. It wasn't long before Brayden had a tall brunette by his side and they were sharing a blunt. These were the days Brayden lived for, sadly enough. Get into some trouble petty trouble in the morning, sleep it off with an afternoon nap, and then end the night with a hot girl and plenty of marijuana in his system. Textbook perfect night.
Brayden was leaning lazily against the bar as he slid his wallet back into his pocket and held the beer bottle up to his lips. He pretended to be interested in whatever the girl was saying, but mainly focused on his wandering eyes. She was hot, definitely hot. Now, if only she would shut up and pull him into the bathroom. Brayden has been in that bathroom quite a few times, if you know what I mean. And he had every intention if getting in there tonight as well. He had enough money on him to keep this girl drinking all night. And from the looks of it she was just a lightweight. Shouldn't be too much longer. It was all just part if the routine.
((She's great! Sorry this post is kind if crappy. I haven't role played in a while haha))
((No, it's not crappy at all lol))
5. Drugs
Avalon's bucket list still had a lot to accomplish. She had already done the first four: smoke, steal, go to Washington D.C, and of course, drinking. Ava wasn't the type of person who did illegal shit, but lately she'd found herself drifting more and more towards the dark temptations of drunken stupor. Life on the road made drunken nights dangerous, and god did she miss the mindless effects of alcohol. In some aspects Ava was still your typical teenager- here she was, in NYC, the city of sin. Any oppurtunity to get fucked was one she would jump on.
Standing here, in the line to get in the club- which was getting dangerously close to the front doors and Ava had yet to come up with a way to get in- made her feel disgusting. she was surrounded by pencil thin women wearing what could only be described as hoochi mama outfits. Ava hadn't realized her jeans had gotten that torn, or that her makeup was too 'natural' for the city night life.
Avalon's thoughts crumpled when she heard a gruff voice shake her from her trance. "What?" she asked, staring at the man in confusion. The man rolled his eyes in mild annoyance. "I said, you don't look old enough to be in here, m'am" Ava opened her mouth to speak before flashing a grin and ducking under the red 'velvet' rope and making a mad dash inside the club, not bothering to stop and see if she had lost him. She didn't stop until she realized how nice the place was.
Her eyes immediately landed on a small table, piled high with bags and heels and wallets- personal belongings so easily discarded while the clueless owners mingled merely a few feet away. How easy it would- her eyes fixated on the man from the door and in a case of paranoia, she ducked her head down, saddling up to the bar with her back faced in his direction. "Sweet Jesus" she muttered, her hands resting on the bar's counter top, her forehead pressing against the back of her hands.
Now that she was here, how would she get a drink? Hope someone would buy her a drink? That would never happen. No one ever noticed Avalon, but she liked that. Being unnoticed meant she could get away with things others couldn't. For example, no one would notice her pocket the 5$ tip on the counter bar. An idea popped into her foolish head at that moment. It was an idea that would end up changing her life, for better or for worse. Why not try and pocket enough money to get a hotel room for the night? Ava didn't want to spend another night on the new york streets.
((I've started it and it will be up tomorrow after my last AP exam!! Then I'll be able to roleplay a lot easier
((If it's not up tonight it will be up tommorrow. Promise!!))
The night was off to a great start for Brayden. Almost too well considering his bad luck when it comes to night outings. He easily finished off his second beer of the night. Two down, who knows how many more to go. Brayden's entertainment for the night was also starting on her second drink. She was holding her own pretty well, saying her words properly and refraining from saying anything too ignorant. With Brayden's intelligence, nothing pisses him off more than ignorant people. That's one for sure way to get Braydon to hate someone.
And them the brunette dropped a bomb on Brayden. "I have a kid." Yeah, fuck that and Brayden was gone as soon as he nudged her off his knee. He slid off the bar stool and immediately started looking for some other lucky lady. Well, lucky isn't really the right word. But it really depends on how you look at it. Getting Brayden's attention, however, is a pretty difficult task. So kudos to the lady who manages to do that.
Someone managed to even distract Brayden to the point he left his wallet on the bar with his back turned. Considering Brayden has done his fair share of stealing, one would think he would know better. It was such a rookie mistake. In a sense, he deserved to be stolen from if he was going to be that careless about it. But this girl had a tongue piercing! Apparently that was enough of a distraction for Brayden. In no time, her tongue piercing was getting well acquainted with the inside of Brayden's mouth. She didn't even need a few beers to get her feeling gusty enough to do it. Whatta keeper, that's what Brayden was thinking about her anyway.
All of the other guys were having their own fun, as well. There was plenty of alcohol flowing and there was so much marijuana in the building that one could practically get high from just being in the general vicinity of the club. Rich people, although they may lack personality and a brain, know how to have a fun time. Although there was plenty of people worth plenty of dollar signs, everyone was kept it pretty trashy. Which is how a good night out should be, right?
Even while they took a break from making out, Brayden was almost completely occupied by this new girl with the tongue piercing. She was funny in a dark kind of way, and was interesting enough that Brayden wasn't trying to get her drunk just yet. All the while, his wallet was left completely unattended.
While her eyes were as quick and obedient as an eagles, she had no problem picking up on the man whore opposing her on the other side of the bar. The men around him brought her to the brink of an actual panic attack, but that big wallet made her hot and bothered like a virgin kissing channing tatum. Okay, maybe not the best comparison, but money was such an appealing thought, she didn't even hesitate when she slide her hand across the counter and ducked her way past people until she had saddled herself up a few feet from the group.
With shifty eyes landing on the tattoo's, to the guy with his tounge so far down the whores throat that it was probably touching her uvula to finally landing on the wallet, and in one quick breath, she tossed out her hair and made her slow decent towards the targeted wallet. While she wasn't great at stealing, she was certainly good at going unnoticed. Just ask her dad, or siblings, or friends, or anyone really. Shaking the thoughts from her head, Avalon slipped behind a group of girls, laughing as though she was with them, but as soon as they passed the wallet, Ava doubled back and quickly snatched the item right off the counter.
Turning her back to the group, she quickly rifled through the wallet, pulling out all the cash, the credit card, and the drivers license. "Peace of cake" she whispered to herself, pocketing everything and tossing the empty wallet over her shoulder with a sneer. Big mistake.
The empty wallet went flying, smacking it's owner right in the head.
Sadly for Ava, she did not notice this and took her time making her way away from the bar. All the while, she pulled out the cash, counting through the dollars and stopping 5 feet away from where she had snatched up the wallet only to pick up the fallen 50$ bill.
With a small grin, her thoughts begin to run wild while going through the big bills. She could buy a house with all this! Or, she could just stay in an apartment or use it as airplane fair so she could get to Australia and start her life again under the alias of 'Ginger Whiteley'. Truth be told, she was still working out the kinks in her whole 'run away' plan. It had been pretty last minute, what, with seeing her mom's suicide being the final straw.
Oh shit. Her mom. While she hadn't been close with her, she was still her mother. And all she could think about was her body splattering against the hard pavement. Body parts she never thought a person had were suddenly visible; insides became outsides. Graphic and gory, it terrified her in a way she had never felt before. Shaking her head, she glanced over her shoulder, biting her lip in nerves.
((Just a reminder to post if you have time >.< ))
((I saw that you were on and may I be the first to say welcome back XD Sorry I'm in a fantabulous mood. Hopefully we can start our rp up again when you have the chance ))
((Thank you!!! I will aim to get a post up tomorrow :p))
((Yay ^^ I look forward to your post, I've been wanting to do this rp for quite some time
((I have the post typed up but my laptop is at my friends house so I'll get it tomorrow!!))
You still interested in continuing this?))
