Aurora Jen Valentine(SECOND TRY ;P)

[auroravalentine]

Character Name: Aurora Jen Valentine
Nickname(s): Aurora, Rora, Rori, Valentine
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Grade: Sophomore
Former School: Lincoln
Sexuality: Bisexual
Clique: Rebel
Weight: 120 lbs.
Height: 5" 3'
Appearence:

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Aurora has long brown curly hair, and brown eyes. She is kinda short, and stout, but she enjoys to wear heels. She has a nice tan going on, with outfits to match.

Aurora wears her hair either in ponytails, down, or in messy buns. She hardly ever wears her hair in any different way than that. Her curly hair is shoulder length, with a smooth feel to it. Aurora's hair derived from her mother's side, where all the women had longer hair, which ended up becoming dark brown and curly later on in their life.

She has beautiful deep brown eyes. They are wide enough to have a "doe" eyed effect. Her nose is centered almost perfectly between the two, and light freckles dot the bridge of her nose, and along her cheeks. Her curly hair usually frames her face sexily. Her eyes derive from both of her parents side, with both of them having the large brown eye gene.

Her shortness accounts for all the clothes she can wear. She usually sticks with more of the half torso jackets with 3/4 sleeves, and boot cut jeans and converse. She enjoys to wear light makeup.

Personality:

Aurora is a headstrong Rebel. She enjoys doing as she pleases, and her MIA parents aren't very likely to do anything to stop her. She had been into drugs for a long time, since she was 12. All she knows is her music to which she can headbang to while smoking out from the bong.

Aurora's rebellious stage started when she moved to California. She had always had the air of it, but she never used it. Once her brother got her into the more rebellious life style, she constantly was changing her look, trying to find the right Rora. Finally she came across her natural hair type, with a junkie looking style.

Rora enjoys "breaking out" (not that her parents would stop her anyway) and going to parties, or doing as she pleased. Egging houses, spray painting empty lots, anything she could think of.

She enjoys listening to music while doing anything. She will let her music explain her mood. Most of her music is a range from rock-pop to heavy-metal to screamo. She will listen to most any music, as long as she knows that it will explain something about her life. She knows that her life is shitty, and she accepts that.

History:

Aurora had been born in a drug abusing corner of Northern Michigan. When she moved to Cali, she had only been 11. A year after she got out of Michigan, her brother became interested in....other things. Like the usual weed, shrooms, and the occasional pill. He helped her get into those things, and by the time she was twelve she had been too deep in the drug area to get out. She would be a druggie, if it wasn't for the fact that she could say no, given the right times. And the fact that she wouldn't constantly be caught smoking anything, more likely to be caught in a detention classroom, smiling as people through around balled up paper, her dynasty.

Aurora had been born into a happy loving family, but that didn't last long. As soon as she had turned 9, her father and mother both lost their jobs due to economy, and her rich grand parents had no idea in mind to help them out. Aurora was stuck with a brother who was getting into drugs, sex, and many other things, whilst her parents were becoming drunks, going out to bars every night. Her parent's hardly every were there, and they were always deciding whether she should come with them, or stay home and get babysat by her brother and his drug addicted friends. The first time she tried weed was when she was 10.

It had been dark, and almost deserted in the house. All Rora had was a little gerbil, half starved by her uncaring brother. He had been gone all day, and hadn't returned yet, even though his 9:00 curfew was hours ago. Rora's parents had been out for a few hours, trusting that Rora's brother would return soon, and "care" for his little sister. The power had been shut off, so Rora was simply and utterly alone. All of her dressup dresses were torn, ripped, and stained, and the starving gerbil's food had run out days ago. She had no one to talk to, and no one to listen. Suddenly, she heard the noise of a car pulling up. Loud shouts, unclear who was yelling, or what they were saying. The front door opened creakily, then slammed shut. Rora's brother was home, laughing jollily with his friends. She walked out, little tear streaks lining her face, making her look like a sad little homeless girl. Her brother smiled at her and pulled out what looked like a long tube with mesh wiring in it.

"A Steamroller, Rori." He said,a mischievous smile appearing on his thinned out face. She looked at him questioningly. His smile widened as one of his friends placed some green grass in the tube. They pulled out a lighter and lit it up, smoke surrounding them. There they taught her how to hold it and how to use it. After she took a few hits, she passed out. When she woke up in the morning she was sprawled out uncomfortably on her brothers carpet. All her clothes smelt disgustingly like skunk, and her parents didn't even notice. Silently she went and took a shower, then bathed the clothes in the bathtub. Apparently, her parents had paid the Water Company.


Aurora was thirteen when her parents went on their two month trip across America. And she was stuck at her home, with her drug infested brother bringing friends to smoke another bowl with all the time. It was then when one of his "friends" was too drunk and stoned to care, and he raped her. Right there, in her own bed. She wouldn't sleep for nights afterword for fear that he would come back in and do it again. It didn't rank high on her fear list, but when her parents got back, they noticed something for once, and sent her to counseling, which she is still in, to this day, and hasn't told a soul what had happened to her.

Sample Rp:

Rora had been walking the halls of the high school she had been going to for three years. Everything had stayed the same. She was always a rebel, and probably always would be a rebel. The light tan she had made for a very happy Rora, and the fact that she had enough money to buy a joint and share it with friends made her happier. Only thing was to find a druggie reliable enough not to scam her out of her money. Finally she found someone.

"Hey." She said, opening up conversation, while watching their eyes for dilation. They were completely dilated. She smirked silently to herself and then continued the conversation after they stopped speaking.

"Do you have any weed to sell, I have a twenty bill ready to buy." That would get her about a quarter, if not more.

They continued to speak, then pulled out a plastic baggie. With a slight transferring of hand gestures, she had gathered her weed, and them their money. Smiling, she walked away at a leisurely pace, looking around for some of her clique members to share with. She knew all about the cliques.

At her old school, while she was only a sixth grader in middle school, she had been popular, but then she moved to Cali, and had gotten into the wrong groups...or her brother did, anyway, and he dragged her with him. And then she became what she was, A rebellious drug addict.

She found one of her favorite members, and they made eye contact. The other member instantly understood what had happened, and they flashed a lighter. All that they needed, and only two items and twenty bucks wasted to get it. Perfect, for it was lunch time, and they had an hour to relax, and enjoy the buzz. After a few minutes of burning the light green dried grass, They wandered drunkenly back toward the school, thick glazed eyes with deep smiles. Their friends saw them, and all glared lightly.

"Why didn't you share with me?" Rora's closet clique friend, Sandra, asked. She shook her head lightly.

"Dunno. Didn't see ya around, I suppose." All her words were drawled slightly, and her body felt like it was slightly humming, and there were voices behind her friends that sounded octaves higher. She took out the plastic baggie and handed it to Sandra.

"There's about a dime left. You can keep it." She said. Twenty bucks was nothing now. She saw some Royals walk by, gripping their noses in an annoying way.

"It's better than smelling like what you are! YOU DIRTY PIG!" Rora heard herself yelling loudly, her eyes deep in a glare. She was angry at them. All they ever did was pretend like everyone was below them, when really they weren't any better than any outcast that she had met. Jerks! She thought, turning back to her friends, who were all laughing at her recent outburst toward the Royals. Then did she realize that she had said pig, instead of pigs, as in she was referring that they were one person... It was pretty funny.

Rora was still laughing as she walked into her biology class, Sandra trailing behind her. Her teacher gave her a glare, and started writing down some things on a pink slip. Another detention was belonging to her, and probably Sandra, she already knew. It wasn't any different from those other times. She could come in with a smile, two minutes early for class, and still get a detention. According to her bald teacher, she had to be sad to even exist in his class. Oh well, me and Sandra will have a laugh about this later. She thought, a dancing bald frog appearing in her head as her teacher called out one single word: "Dissections!" That one word set her off smiling, which proved only to get another glare from her teacher. Sadly, that was her life, simply, she had to put up with it.

Rora seriously thought about skipping. Just asking the teacher for a pass, bringing her bag, and walking home. It was fifth hour, and there were only two classes left. She decided to do it. She didn't even ask for a pass, her teacher wouldn't notice one way or another. She grabbed her bag and started the ten minute trek back to her dirty house. A three story loft, with her bedroom being the loft. It was comfortable, and a lot less ghetto-like than her older house. She sighed and sat down on her bed falling asleep within minutes.

Celeb:

Nina Dobrev

Out Of Character:

Abi

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[( nikkie )]

the appearance and personality could be longer but i can tell you worked really hard on this and it's definitely improved a lot from the first one. just make sure you keep up with the 400-word word count. congrats! (: