Post by mckinleylove on Sept 1, 2010 3:06:50 GMT -5
Character Name: Ariya Marie Jones
Nickname(s): Ar
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Grade: Junior
Former School: Lincoln
Sexuality: Straight
Clique: Emo
Weight: 122
Height: 5'9
Appearence:
Nickname(s): Ar
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Grade: Junior
Former School: Lincoln
Sexuality: Straight
Clique: Emo
Weight: 122
Height: 5'9
Appearence:
Ariya has dark brown, wavy hair, that flows down to the middle of her back. Her hair is usually worn down. She has high eyebrows that are a shade lighter than her hair. Ariya has blue eyes that have a silver glint to them if your look carefully enough. They also appear to be a grayish color of sorts if she is tired or crying. The sixteen year old has high cheek bones that have a permanent blush color to them. Ariya has full lips that are a light pink shade, and are frequently pursed in a line. Her hair frames her face in a somewhat heart shape and elegantly hangs around her neck.Personality:
Ariya's eyes are clouded with black eyeliner on her bottom lid, midnight black liquid liner on her upper eyelid, and dark brown mascara thickly applied on her naturally long eyelashes. Her long neck is covered in multiple gold chain's, and a silver chain with a black and purple skull hanging off the end. Most of Ariya's shirts are black or purple, but she has a significant amount of blue shirts. They are all long sleeves. She has a gray leather jacket that she wears on windy days.
The junior wears black skinny jeans or purple skinny jeans. They seem to be perfect for her long slim legs.
She is very fond of Converse and hasn't worn any other brand of shoe since she was twelve.
Ariya's long, sharp nails are heavily painted black on a daily bases. She has an athletic build that fits well with her height. Ariya has a silver tongue ring and usually fiddles with it when she's annoyed, or frustrated. Her wrists are coated in hand made bracelets that are some how related to her life. Ariya wears long sleeved shirts due to the bruises on her arms and the cuts on her wrists. This also goes for the reason she doesn't wear shorts, even if it is really humid out.
Ariya is not friendly at all to people who are not in her clique. She has a sarcastic touch to most of her words and has a horrible temper. She tends sometimes to take her anger out on people around her, due to her horrible life at home. Ariya is sometimes an emotional wreck also due to her home life. She recommends people do not piss her off.History:
Ariya is very loyal and honest to her clique. She still tends to be careful when it comes to talking about her personal life. Ariya can be brave when the time is right. She tries to be as strong as as she can for the sake of the people she loves. Ariya is not very opened minded about things, and never has been. She is harsh when it comes to changes and hated when she had to switch from Lincol to Central.
Ariya is somewhat calm, unless her anger is tested. Sometimes Ariya tends to under exaggerate when talking about personal things, gets suspicious when people ask too many questions. She is quite cleaver when it comes to telling what clique people are in. She can tell by the high pitched voices, toned-muscled bodies, bright colored bracelets, and bags under your eyes. Ariya is dedicated to her clique and would never betray them.
Ariya has to know someone for a long time to fully trust them. Sometimes when even her friends raise their hands to give her a gesture, she flinches violently, thinking they might hit her. They usually ask her whats wrong and she just makes an excuse that she watched a movie that freaked her out, the night before. Ariya isn't scarred of anything really. Except for skin-to-skin contact. When someone touches her she feels pain all over again, form the bruises her dad left on her body.
Ariya was born on June 27 at exactly eleven, in the sunny California. Her mother Terry was a therapist, and her father Jonathan worked in a bar. Ariya has the same dark hair and full lips as her mother, and has the same pale blue eyes and high cheek bones as her father. When Ariya was twelve her mother and her got in a car accident. Ariya got away with a broken leg and fractured ribs but sadly her mother died. Since then Ariya's father had blamed the death of Terry on her, because they had gone to a movie she had wanted to see.Sample Rp:
Ariya's and her fathers relationship had never been the same. He would purposely go to the bar every night and come home when Ariya was asleep. Slowly she would sometimes awaken and just listen to see if he would hit her that night. Most times she wasn't so lucky. Ariya would cover the bruises up with foundation, or concealer.
This had been going on for four years, and sometimes Ariya would try and run away, but her dad would always find her. Since her mother died Ariya had become very fond of death. She would always wonder what kind of plan it would have for her, and why she didn't die in the car accident. She would sometimes wonder if she would die a slow and painful death, or a quick death where would wouldn't be able to feel anything. Ariya had been cutting herself since her father had begun beating her. And Ariya also had blamed herself for her mothers death.
Ariya dose not go to any family
gatherings because she believes her relatives hate her for what happened. Sometimes her father forces her to go, but usually she sneaks out her window and stays out late. She doesn't care that she gets beaten afterwords. Ariya doesn't remember her family that well, since she hasn't had a proper conversation with a relative in a good five years. She just wants to stay clear the pity looks from her Aunts and Uncles. The glares from her Grandfather and Grandmother. And the questioning looks from her cousins.
Ariya slammed her eyes shut as she felt a larger, and stronger hand come in contact with her already pink cheeks. She didn't scream. But her mind was screaming for him to stop. His words were slurred. Cursing and yelling at her. At this time in her life she felt horrible. Horrible that his words were right. She had killed her mother. It was her fault that her mother was in heaven instead of her being in hell.Celeb:
She finally decided to do it. To scream. But it only came out as a whimper. "Please." she sighed as her bottom lip trembled, she felt the stains of her eyeliner streak her cheeks. She wanted to be tougher, she wanted to stand tall and tell him off. But then he might kill her. He said it the first time he hit her. The words played over and over in her head. If you tell anyone I'll kill you, If you tell anyone I'll kill you. A punch in her stomach took her away from her thoughts.
She knows she deserves this. That she should deserve to die. But not like this. Not killed by someone that she used love.
Ariya clutched her stomach and roughly coughed. She had fallen to the floor. After one last kick at her back, she gave a shaky sigh of relief. The brunette lay on the floor. Crumpled. She waited for the pain to subside.
Once the pain was over she slowly picked herself off the ground and walked over to her dresser. She opened a drawer that was empty except for a small silk purple pouch. Ariya gently undid the button, and examined the objects in side; A few razors from previously used eyeliner sharpeners, a unusually sharp cap off of one of her fathers beer bottles, and an old house key she had managed to sharpen.
Ariya took out one of the sharpest razor's in the pouch and studied it slightly. she took in a steady breath and places the sharp side onto her wrist. She pushed down hard. Harder than she usually did. The troubled teen dragged the blade across her pale skin and grinned slightly and the crimson color that began to slowly flow on to her skin.
This way Ariya could control the pain.
Michelle TrachtenbergOut Of Character:
Hey, I'm Kaiya, I'm fourteen and have been roleplaying for two years, You can email me (emails on profile) I am on Hogwarts Magic RP a Harry Potter roleplay ( hogwartsrpg29.proboards.com/ )
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