Post by avalyn marie davidson on Feb 19, 2010 13:25:44 GMT -5
A V A L Y N - M A R I E - D A V I D S O N ,
nicknames ,
- - - ava
age ,
- - - seventeen
occupation ,
- - - starbucks barista
member group ,
- - - junior
personality ,
- - - studious, quiet, opinionated, helpful, approachable, easy-going, quirky, people-pleaser,committed, dependable, and friendly.
family ,
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miranda grace davidson, mother,homemaker, thirty-nine
micheal greg davidson, father, lawyer, forty-two
--- --- davidson, older brother, senior, eighteen
--- --- davidson, younger sister, sophomore, sixteen
history ,
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Born on a cool, summer afternoon, in June, was the first daughter to Miranda and Micheal Davidson and her name was Avalyn Maire . She was a beautiful brown haired girl that cried rather loudly. But she was loved and she was adored like any baby should be. When they took her home to the pink colored nursery, the baby seemed at place. She was smooth and content and loved when her parents gave her just the tiniest attention. But she wasn't the first child to the family but the second. They had another little boy at home, just a year older.
The boy had been jealous of the attention the other baby received, and as her grew into a toddler he became a bit rebellious toward the family. But by the time the boy turned to and Ava turned one, there was yet another child in the mix- the last and final baby girl. The three children seemed to get along rather well as kids. They were all close in age and if one of them did something the other two got to do it as well. They played games in the backyard and the girls tried to make their brother dress up for their tea parties and for the most part they were a happy go lucky group of kids. If you had to find the moment when all that change, you may not be able to pinpoint it.
Some may say that it was an add up of a bunch of little things, but soon enough, when Ava was ten her parents got a divorce. She couldn't remember much before that, but as her brother had constantly told her- their parents fought a lot, so much in fact that they never stopped. They weren't in love anymore is what Ava's brother told both her and her sister. Then onlookers would say things changed from there. They went and lived with their mother as their father moved away. At eleven, Ava's brother became the man of the family and for a boy who was very much a child himself, it was a lot to deal with. But the family began to depend on him and that was the reason the Ava began to look up to him and strive to do her best as well. It was their little sister that seemed to grow into trouble. She had always been a Daddy's girl and strived for the attention from both of their parents. She was the baby of the family and until the divorce she was treated as such. So with her mother working two jobs and her daddy no longer in the picture , Avalyn's sister began to act out- in school, at home, anywhere.
In time each child entered highschool, and while Ava and her brother stayed close they seemed to stay away from their sister's wild ways. Ava became focused on her studies and brought home good grades. The middle child received praise from her mother much more then her little sister and for that reason alone they began to talk less and less. They didn't talk about boys, share clothes, or do each other's hair- instead they never talked and when they did it was more like yelling.Ava's brother came home less and less with all the tension and when he was home he was normally in his home trying to get money for college. although once close, they all seemed to grow apart and their home was no longer a central between them but a hub that they were constantly going in and out of. Now at the age of seventeen and a junior in high school, Ava is trying her best to excel in school in order to get into college. She knows she needs to gain a scholarship because her mother isn't exactly rolling in cash and her father is no longer in the picture. So she's working her own job, making her mother proud, and trying to regain some type of bond with each of her siblings (her sister primarily),all while trying to stay focused on her studies.
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HEY THERE, I'M ELLE AND I'M SEVENTEEN YEARS OLD! I'VE BEEN RUNNING AROUND THE ROLEPLAY WORLD FOR FOUR YEARS AND YOU CAN CHECK OUT MY ROLEPLAY SAMPLE BELOW! AS YOU CAN SEE, I'M USING ELVIRA SKRYBUS AS THE PLAY-BY FOR THIS CHARACTER. OH, AND MY OTHER CHARACTERS ARE NOT MADE YET!
Dominique Weasley wondered what kind of drugs Hugo had been on to come up with this braniac idea. There was a reason that they all set up their own trees as children in their own homes and then went to the burrow for dinner the following Christmas day. Getting all the Weasley's under one roof was surely the worst idea in the world. Not only would bickering fights break out in the beginning, but the house would surely come toppling down once each other them had a little to much to drink. Not to mention that Hugo had also invited friends of the family. It was a ludicrous idea, something that Hugo had come up with, and yet Dominique couldn't let the opportunity of this entertainment pass her by.
Yes, Domi loved her family very much, they were the most important aspect to her life, but they weren't exactly normal nor was Dominique sure that they were even sane. She was sure that many of them had fallen under the nuts category before they even graduated from Howarts. But in the end, she adored them with every fiber in her being and if being together on Christmas made Hugo happy then she would surely show her face for some good ol' Weasley fun. She sat up in her apartment for quite a few hours. No that wasn't true. She had been in there for two hours- three at the most. But still, she was hardly ever in the kitchen for that long on a normal basis for the attention span that Dom held in the kitchen was about as big as a grain of rice. But she had actually been slaving away baking cookies for this little family gathering. It took her three tries not to burn them, and when she'd finally gotten it right it was to late to make a second batch. So she literally had thirty cookies on a pretty little platter, which would have to feed many more than thirty people. But she couldn't help it. Domi was no chef and her family knew that. They were lucky they were even getting this many sweets out of her!
After she finished with the setting up of the tray, she made her way to her closet to pull out something to wear. Technically the girl had already chosen her outfit the day the owl had arrived. She had a pretty little red dress that was just waiting for this occasion. Heck! It was even one of the two Christmas colors. But there was no way she was pairing them with green heals! That would just be down right ugly! So she grabbed a pair of black suede heals, to match instead, knowing fully well that once she arrived at her grandmother's house they would be slipped off her feet and thrown to the side. Surely they would be standing up and decorating the tree and that wasn't the call for a good pair of heals. Hugo would have them doing Merlin knew what else so she mentally prepared herself.
At roughly seven o'clock the blond haired veela had grabbed her tray of cookies and apparated to the burrow. It wasn't a hard place to imagine and in a matter of seconds she was standing outside the door. She stood still for a minute letting her stomach catch up with her. No matter how many times the young adult would do that the sickening feeling would never grow old. Without knocking on the door, the blond slipped through the door and the sense of warmness her granmum's house brought to her instantly wrapped her up and swallowed her whole. Her eyes fell toward the two trees in the room and her face lit up with a smile. Then her eyes snapped toward the kitchen as the blond heard a crash and the room shook with Lily's voice. The blond giggled as she too raced toward the kitchen, kicking off her shoes as she ran, now in her bare feet. This was home and Dom always loved that feeling. "Well if it isn't my two baby cousins, " she said when baby blue eyes landed on the redheaded pair. She continued into the room and stood beside the younger two, her eyes gleaming with the happiness she always felt when around her family. "Aren't you two just full of energy tonight," Dom spoke with a laugh as she lightly ruffled Lily's hair and placed the plate of cookies down on the counter. "Okay don't laugh at them. I tried really hard. You know I can't cook and I totally could have brought the burnt ones, so be thankful for that! It took me three tries but I finally got it right!" She giggled again as she looked toward Hugo, "And you even dressed up. Aren't you in the holiday spirit this year. I don't even want to know what you were thinking when you came up with this idea."
Then her eyes jumped toward the trees and her eyes rolled slightly. Leave it to Hugo to pick out the tree that seemed to match their family perfectly. One was right side up and the other upside down. "How did they even get the tree like that?" She questioned as she looked at it quizzically. That obviously took a bit more effort then tree growing should have taken but she loved it all the same. It fit right in here at the Burrow and for that she was thankful. She pulled the wrapper of the cookies she'd made and plucked one from the display. Taking a bite she looked toward her cousins before back toward the trees, "When do we get to decorate?" She asked the question and felt much like how she did when she was a child at her parents house. But this was Christmas and everyone deserved to act like a child. Dom couldn't help it. It was one of her favorite times of the year and spending it with her family after a long week at work? It brightened her evening immensely. Besides this was the one thing the twenty-one year old had been waiting for all week!
Yes, Domi loved her family very much, they were the most important aspect to her life, but they weren't exactly normal nor was Dominique sure that they were even sane. She was sure that many of them had fallen under the nuts category before they even graduated from Howarts. But in the end, she adored them with every fiber in her being and if being together on Christmas made Hugo happy then she would surely show her face for some good ol' Weasley fun. She sat up in her apartment for quite a few hours. No that wasn't true. She had been in there for two hours- three at the most. But still, she was hardly ever in the kitchen for that long on a normal basis for the attention span that Dom held in the kitchen was about as big as a grain of rice. But she had actually been slaving away baking cookies for this little family gathering. It took her three tries not to burn them, and when she'd finally gotten it right it was to late to make a second batch. So she literally had thirty cookies on a pretty little platter, which would have to feed many more than thirty people. But she couldn't help it. Domi was no chef and her family knew that. They were lucky they were even getting this many sweets out of her!
After she finished with the setting up of the tray, she made her way to her closet to pull out something to wear. Technically the girl had already chosen her outfit the day the owl had arrived. She had a pretty little red dress that was just waiting for this occasion. Heck! It was even one of the two Christmas colors. But there was no way she was pairing them with green heals! That would just be down right ugly! So she grabbed a pair of black suede heals, to match instead, knowing fully well that once she arrived at her grandmother's house they would be slipped off her feet and thrown to the side. Surely they would be standing up and decorating the tree and that wasn't the call for a good pair of heals. Hugo would have them doing Merlin knew what else so she mentally prepared herself.
At roughly seven o'clock the blond haired veela had grabbed her tray of cookies and apparated to the burrow. It wasn't a hard place to imagine and in a matter of seconds she was standing outside the door. She stood still for a minute letting her stomach catch up with her. No matter how many times the young adult would do that the sickening feeling would never grow old. Without knocking on the door, the blond slipped through the door and the sense of warmness her granmum's house brought to her instantly wrapped her up and swallowed her whole. Her eyes fell toward the two trees in the room and her face lit up with a smile. Then her eyes snapped toward the kitchen as the blond heard a crash and the room shook with Lily's voice. The blond giggled as she too raced toward the kitchen, kicking off her shoes as she ran, now in her bare feet. This was home and Dom always loved that feeling. "Well if it isn't my two baby cousins, " she said when baby blue eyes landed on the redheaded pair. She continued into the room and stood beside the younger two, her eyes gleaming with the happiness she always felt when around her family. "Aren't you two just full of energy tonight," Dom spoke with a laugh as she lightly ruffled Lily's hair and placed the plate of cookies down on the counter. "Okay don't laugh at them. I tried really hard. You know I can't cook and I totally could have brought the burnt ones, so be thankful for that! It took me three tries but I finally got it right!" She giggled again as she looked toward Hugo, "And you even dressed up. Aren't you in the holiday spirit this year. I don't even want to know what you were thinking when you came up with this idea."
Then her eyes jumped toward the trees and her eyes rolled slightly. Leave it to Hugo to pick out the tree that seemed to match their family perfectly. One was right side up and the other upside down. "How did they even get the tree like that?" She questioned as she looked at it quizzically. That obviously took a bit more effort then tree growing should have taken but she loved it all the same. It fit right in here at the Burrow and for that she was thankful. She pulled the wrapper of the cookies she'd made and plucked one from the display. Taking a bite she looked toward her cousins before back toward the trees, "When do we get to decorate?" She asked the question and felt much like how she did when she was a child at her parents house. But this was Christmas and everyone deserved to act like a child. Dom couldn't help it. It was one of her favorite times of the year and spending it with her family after a long week at work? It brightened her evening immensely. Besides this was the one thing the twenty-one year old had been waiting for all week!
