Post by AUBREY EVENLYN CLARKE on Dec 27, 2009 15:31:03 GMT -5
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FULL NAME aubrey evelyn clarke[/FONT][/size]
AGE sixteen
OCCUPATION n/a
EDUCATION highschool sophmore
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PLAY BY abby
PLAY BY AGE n/a
APPEARANCEAubrey Evelyn Clarke is a slim waisted girl of average height. Bree has mousey brown hair which has an almost natural gleam that flows down past her shoulders. Her locks of brown are straightened each morning, even though they are naturally flat. The sixteen year old's eyes stand out against her hair and pale skin in a shimmering emerald color. She has no piercings or tatoos, as she's a generally innocent girl. Her clothing usually consists of random cartoon shirts, denim jeans, and occasionally a hoodie or sweater. Rarely caught dead in black, she wears only colorful, rainbowy clothes and materials.---------------------
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MOTHER eleanor lynn hudson-clarke
AGE 39 / deceased at age 24
OCCUPATION was a walmart employee
FATHER theodore xavier clarke
AGE 44
OCCUPATION seasonal mall santa / ihop waiter
SIBLINGS damien alessandro reid (step)
AGE 20
OCCUPATION university sophmore.
WEALTH lower middle class
HISTORYAubrey Evelyn Clarke was born April sixth, nineteen ninety-three to her two loving parents - Eleanor and Theodore Clarke. They were almost a perfect new couple, and seemed to have it all. They had an adorable apartment, an amazing newborn girl, and both had jobs that paid the bills. They loved Brey with all their hearts, bought her everything they could. They spoiled the little baby as much as possible, giving her almost too much of their devoted attention.
However, at age one, on a blinding rainy morning, her mother left for work and never returned. The story later came up that she had hit the breaks in a puddle, almost blinded by the rain on her windsheild. She crashed into a telephone pole, and the impact killed her. She left a widowed husband and one year old daughter behind, and only years later would the child understand that her mother was not returning.
At age eight, the mourning died down. Theodore and Brey came up with a routine, and tried to avoid discussing the topic of her mother as often as possible. An old highschool friend of Theodore's resurfaced, and that year Theodore lost his willow status, and Lilianna Clarke joined the family with her son, Damien. Lil was a year older than Teddy, and Damien four years older than Aubrey. Everything worked out fine. Life continued on.
Sure, Brey was scarred on the inside, and obxious from all of the years of being around mostly men and her father's love of football and beer and other such masculine topics. However, Aubrey was still quite fun and crazy. She lived her life normally out of the house, keeping her mother's death a secret of which only her family knew. She learned to love cartoons and weird and pointless things, yet still have the ability to care for herself. Things most girls cared about - appearance, materials - they meant nothing to her through her child and teen years. At the age of sixteen, her "new" family is still happily together, but the scars the past left will never retreat.---------------------
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NAME tiffany
AGE fourteen
YOUR EXPERIENCE two and a half years.
ROLE PLAY EXAMPLESaint Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries was unusually busy in the month of December, and even though it felt quite far from Christmas, they had recently decorated the rooms and corridors of each floor. That is, each floor except for the Second, which was avoided as much as possible by weary nurses and healers. They wore masks when visiting rooms on this floor, in fear of catching the most common illness these days, known as the plague. Ashlyn Nicole Hudson had refused for almost a month or so that she had not contracted this virus, and yet here she was, stuck in a bed on the second floor, the only one healers truly feared. There was no known cure for this specific plague, and so, many wizards and witches were here in this very area, dying each day. Ashlyn had been admitted only recently, but had almost instantly been diagnosed with what healers would call the 'stage three wizarding plague'.
The Hufflepuff groaned as she turned over in her white covered hospital bed, her back aching tremendously. Her throat felt extremely dry, and her head throbbed. To make such matters worse, as if it were possible before, she was aching everywhere, and felt quite dizzy, though she was simply laying down. Sleep was simply impossible, so Ash had to just lay in the bed and stare at the matching white walls. She had once been an observer - her only hobby had been watching people and things come and go. However, stuck in an almost all white colored room with no other humans to watch, there was literally nothing for the sixteen year old to do. Reading and studying were impossible, so it wasn't as if she would be able to do either with such a headache.
She had tried to think about her parents and what they would say if they knew of her illness, but her thoughts were mangled and beaten apart with each throb of her brain. Speech was also nearly impossible with such a dry throat, and no matter how much water she had taken from healers, it had gotten her no where. So, giving up on everything that involved moving, thinking, or speaking, Ash simply closed her eyes and allowed her head to throb, hoping the unbearable pain would leave her the hell alone.---------------------
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