Post by Arabella Avaline on Oct 16, 2016 20:46:33 GMT -5
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[attr="class","ilbgdtraits1"]Scientist
[attr="class","ilbgdtraits2"]Female
[attr="class","ilbgdtraits3"]25
[attr="class","ilbgdtraits1"]Robotics
[attr="class","ilbgdtraits2"]Ashley Benson
[attr="class","ilbgdtraits3"]Ryth
Arabella A. Avaline
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PERSONALITY Arabella was once a trusting and naive individual but life experiences have jaded the girl. She now is guarded and tries to keep to herself, often reverting to silence as a form of defense. She is a strong girl and quite intelligent but doesn't seem to think that herself. She has issues with confidence and can often be found staring off into space, so to speak. She has a hard time trusting others and will often make excuses to be alone. That isn't to say she enjoys the solitude but is rather forced into it considering her past experiences.
She knows that she should not lump people into good or bad but had a hard time seeing it any other way and had noticed over the years that most people tend to be bad, if her parents and classmates were anything to go by. She finds it hard to reach out to people and will try her best to work something out on her own rather than go to someone else for help. She gets frustrated easily and will often cuss outright at inanimate objects.
She has a tendency to speak to herself whether in the presence of others or by herself. She can often give the impression that she is a little off her rocker, but really she doesn't seem to care that much. She has inner demons that she fights on the regular to keep in control of and despite her smarts in architectural science and engineering, she doesn't hold herself in very high regard.
Not to say that she has suicidal thoughts, but she often wanders what would happen if she just...ceased to exist. Suffice it to say that she has issues when it comes to self-esteem and that often shows throughout her personality. She has never had another love since Marcus and not many friends at all to help her through life and thus she doesn't handle social interactions very well. She can come across as awkward and even sometimes rude but all in all, she has the best intentions at heart.
HISTORY Arabella was an average girl in an average time, born to two hard-working parents who rarely saw or spoke to their daughter. School was always easy to her and thus her mind tended to wander while in class. She was a day-dreamer, a creative soul who always longed for more than what she had. Late nights were spent writing and drawing, painting and thinking about how her life could have been different.
As an only child, she had very few things to keep her in her home and so she was often seen outside, wandering in the woods near her home, or parking her butt under a tree and reading. It was a very simple life for Arabella, who's parents barely recognized her existence. It was like they never even wanted a child and there were nights were she thought about running away and finding something...more. it wasn't until she grew into her teen years that things began to take a turn for the worse. Her grades slipped and her interest in making friends dwindled. She was found in her room a lot, typing away on an old laptop and writing about things that would never, ever happen. It would be very accurate to say that for a long time Arabella lived in a fantasy world. One where her parents cared about her and she was a straight A student that had many friends. Suffice it to say that was not the case and in highschool she was often picked on for never being a part of a collective group. She kept to herself a lot and it wasn't until she met a boy that things began to change.
His name was Marcus, and he was a dangerously handsome boy. He sported black hair and bright green eyes that captured her right away. He rode a motorcycle to school and smoked cigarettes in between classes. He always smelled of fresh cut grass because of his job outside of school and Arabella cannot pin-point what drew her to him. He wasn't overly nice or sensitive, but his eyes...those bright, pear green eyes.
It was few weeks of stolen glances and quaint smiles before he approached her by her locker, the smell of grass clippings wafting gently into her nose before she turned to face him. He smiled, soft white canines tenderly touching the bottom of his pale role lips, and those eyes dancing across her body. Her fate was sealed then.
They became inseparable after that, attending classes together and spending late night looking over her home town. She was in love after only a few weeks and although her parents knew nothing about him, nor even noticed that she was different, she spent copious amounts of time scribbling his name in her notebooks and imagining what their life could be like together. He was on her mind constantly. The way he smelled, the way he spoke and smiled, the way he gently touched the small of her back and called her a 'nerd' after he rants on Doctor Who. She thought that they would be together forever, that they would marry and have children and be happy but things rarely end up the way you imagine them.
it was a dry fall evening, the sun was setting and there was a chill in the air that represented the oncoming of winter. Leaves scattered around her lawn and she watched the trees shake in the breeze as she sat upon her doorstep, waiting for Marcus to arrive. He was twenty minutes late already and she was beginning to get worried. Ten more minutes passed and then half an hour before she got angry and was about to go into the house when a horn honked and caught her attention. She slowly turned, expecting Marcus to be there with his motorcycle, his helmet attached to his hip but it was not Marcus who she turned to face. In the car, black and sleek, it's light focusing on the concrete in front of it were the popular girl from her high-school. Her eyes widened but she had no time to react before something came flying from the car window and landed directly on her face, shattering and causing an explosion of pain in her head.
"You really think he would be interested in you!" They yelled at her.
"You are nothing but a pathetic loser!" They screamed almost in unison. The bottle that had hit her face was shattered at her feet, glass shards she could feel were embedded in her face and her eyes burnt as the liquid hit them. It stank of liquor. Another bottle came flying in her direction and Arabella had the sense to dodge it, though she could barely see. It smacked her in the side instead of the face and then the car's tires squealed across the pavement as the girls drove out of sight.
It was a defining moment in her life, a scarring event that should could never forget. She had a hard time trusting people after that and shortly after she moved out of her parents house with what little money she had and moved half way across the world trying to escape the memories from that night.
She settled into a crappy apartment with cheap rent and creepy neighbors. She went to school and sacrificed most of her creativity for straight A's in Science and Engineering. She did odd jobs around her new city, settling for anything that they would give her. She volunteered at homeless shelters and worked on a construction site for a year. She worked at a law firm for a few months before the harassment got to her and she quit. She picked up a job in retail and worked away the days until she graduated high-school and applied at university. In her spare time she would make things to pass the hours, like small robots that responded to simple commands and other trinkets that helped her cope with her new-found life.
Falling into the routine she went to Univerisity and graduated in four years with a degree with Robotics Engineering. She spent her time working in the lab on campus, tinkering with Acutator's and Articulation when dealing with Robotic equipment. There she learned to meld her creativity with her knowledge for science and it wasn't too long after that, that she was invited to participate in the launch. Having nothing to leave behind, no friends, no family that cared about her and being eager for opportunity, Arabella strode through the open door given to her as fast as she could. Nothing could prepare her for what she was about to embark upon but, really, it was her fantasy world come alive, so what did she care?
DISTINGUISHING MARKS Arabella has a few nearly invisible scars upon her face around her eye where she was hit with a bottle.
ITEMS
2 small
Outfits: Dark blue jeans, a black tank top and a coral colored knit sweater that hangs just below the belly button.
A pair of black jeans, and a dark forest green top with openings along the arms.
5 large
PERSONALITY Arabella was once a trusting and naive individual but life experiences have jaded the girl. She now is guarded and tries to keep to herself, often reverting to silence as a form of defense. She is a strong girl and quite intelligent but doesn't seem to think that herself. She has issues with confidence and can often be found staring off into space, so to speak. She has a hard time trusting others and will often make excuses to be alone. That isn't to say she enjoys the solitude but is rather forced into it considering her past experiences.
She knows that she should not lump people into good or bad but had a hard time seeing it any other way and had noticed over the years that most people tend to be bad, if her parents and classmates were anything to go by. She finds it hard to reach out to people and will try her best to work something out on her own rather than go to someone else for help. She gets frustrated easily and will often cuss outright at inanimate objects.
She has a tendency to speak to herself whether in the presence of others or by herself. She can often give the impression that she is a little off her rocker, but really she doesn't seem to care that much. She has inner demons that she fights on the regular to keep in control of and despite her smarts in architectural science and engineering, she doesn't hold herself in very high regard.
Not to say that she has suicidal thoughts, but she often wanders what would happen if she just...ceased to exist. Suffice it to say that she has issues when it comes to self-esteem and that often shows throughout her personality. She has never had another love since Marcus and not many friends at all to help her through life and thus she doesn't handle social interactions very well. She can come across as awkward and even sometimes rude but all in all, she has the best intentions at heart.
HISTORY Arabella was an average girl in an average time, born to two hard-working parents who rarely saw or spoke to their daughter. School was always easy to her and thus her mind tended to wander while in class. She was a day-dreamer, a creative soul who always longed for more than what she had. Late nights were spent writing and drawing, painting and thinking about how her life could have been different.
As an only child, she had very few things to keep her in her home and so she was often seen outside, wandering in the woods near her home, or parking her butt under a tree and reading. It was a very simple life for Arabella, who's parents barely recognized her existence. It was like they never even wanted a child and there were nights were she thought about running away and finding something...more. it wasn't until she grew into her teen years that things began to take a turn for the worse. Her grades slipped and her interest in making friends dwindled. She was found in her room a lot, typing away on an old laptop and writing about things that would never, ever happen. It would be very accurate to say that for a long time Arabella lived in a fantasy world. One where her parents cared about her and she was a straight A student that had many friends. Suffice it to say that was not the case and in highschool she was often picked on for never being a part of a collective group. She kept to herself a lot and it wasn't until she met a boy that things began to change.
His name was Marcus, and he was a dangerously handsome boy. He sported black hair and bright green eyes that captured her right away. He rode a motorcycle to school and smoked cigarettes in between classes. He always smelled of fresh cut grass because of his job outside of school and Arabella cannot pin-point what drew her to him. He wasn't overly nice or sensitive, but his eyes...those bright, pear green eyes.
It was few weeks of stolen glances and quaint smiles before he approached her by her locker, the smell of grass clippings wafting gently into her nose before she turned to face him. He smiled, soft white canines tenderly touching the bottom of his pale role lips, and those eyes dancing across her body. Her fate was sealed then.
They became inseparable after that, attending classes together and spending late night looking over her home town. She was in love after only a few weeks and although her parents knew nothing about him, nor even noticed that she was different, she spent copious amounts of time scribbling his name in her notebooks and imagining what their life could be like together. He was on her mind constantly. The way he smelled, the way he spoke and smiled, the way he gently touched the small of her back and called her a 'nerd' after he rants on Doctor Who. She thought that they would be together forever, that they would marry and have children and be happy but things rarely end up the way you imagine them.
it was a dry fall evening, the sun was setting and there was a chill in the air that represented the oncoming of winter. Leaves scattered around her lawn and she watched the trees shake in the breeze as she sat upon her doorstep, waiting for Marcus to arrive. He was twenty minutes late already and she was beginning to get worried. Ten more minutes passed and then half an hour before she got angry and was about to go into the house when a horn honked and caught her attention. She slowly turned, expecting Marcus to be there with his motorcycle, his helmet attached to his hip but it was not Marcus who she turned to face. In the car, black and sleek, it's light focusing on the concrete in front of it were the popular girl from her high-school. Her eyes widened but she had no time to react before something came flying from the car window and landed directly on her face, shattering and causing an explosion of pain in her head.
"You really think he would be interested in you!" They yelled at her.
"You are nothing but a pathetic loser!" They screamed almost in unison. The bottle that had hit her face was shattered at her feet, glass shards she could feel were embedded in her face and her eyes burnt as the liquid hit them. It stank of liquor. Another bottle came flying in her direction and Arabella had the sense to dodge it, though she could barely see. It smacked her in the side instead of the face and then the car's tires squealed across the pavement as the girls drove out of sight.
It was a defining moment in her life, a scarring event that should could never forget. She had a hard time trusting people after that and shortly after she moved out of her parents house with what little money she had and moved half way across the world trying to escape the memories from that night.
She settled into a crappy apartment with cheap rent and creepy neighbors. She went to school and sacrificed most of her creativity for straight A's in Science and Engineering. She did odd jobs around her new city, settling for anything that they would give her. She volunteered at homeless shelters and worked on a construction site for a year. She worked at a law firm for a few months before the harassment got to her and she quit. She picked up a job in retail and worked away the days until she graduated high-school and applied at university. In her spare time she would make things to pass the hours, like small robots that responded to simple commands and other trinkets that helped her cope with her new-found life.
Falling into the routine she went to Univerisity and graduated in four years with a degree with Robotics Engineering. She spent her time working in the lab on campus, tinkering with Acutator's and Articulation when dealing with Robotic equipment. There she learned to meld her creativity with her knowledge for science and it wasn't too long after that, that she was invited to participate in the launch. Having nothing to leave behind, no friends, no family that cared about her and being eager for opportunity, Arabella strode through the open door given to her as fast as she could. Nothing could prepare her for what she was about to embark upon but, really, it was her fantasy world come alive, so what did she care?
DISTINGUISHING MARKS Arabella has a few nearly invisible scars upon her face around her eye where she was hit with a bottle.
ITEMS
2 small
- Charlie, a hald-held self-designed robot that does nothing but talk incessantly.
- Diary
Outfits: Dark blue jeans, a black tank top and a coral colored knit sweater that hangs just below the belly button.
A pair of black jeans, and a dark forest green top with openings along the arms.
5 large
- Tool kit containing screwdrivers, a wrench,hammer, drill and various drill bits. Taper measure and a level.Vice grips.
- Large teddy bear
- Computer containing all her data on robotics
- Collection of her favorite books
- A sleek, black, custom built pistol, for emergency purposes only of course. A box of ammo (200 bullets) to accompany it.