I. The Basics
Your Name: Bryana, but I can go by Bry or Bry Zee also.
Your Age: Twenty (Oh-em-ef-gee look at the old fart!)
Website URL: Want my MySpace? >_>; *dork*
AOL, Yahoo, MSN, AIM, Screen Names: AIM: Bry Zee86, Yahoo!: Bry_Zee86
Your E-Mail: Bry_Zee86@yahoo.com
Your Forums Username: Bry~Zee
Rping Experience: Oh my, years upon years of role playing experience,
started up in the AOL Rhy’din community, then joined the fabulous and
unfortunately short lived Greek Senshi – through the years joined or applied
for many senshi and digimon based RPGs and eventually grew into community or
family roeplaying. Ran the
Mahabharata for it’s short life and now am looking forward to the long
awaited Proelium Cantus.
II. Just Your Everyday
Girl
Character Name: Aimie Mariann Quirke, goes by Aimie (or Aims if
she likes you).
Name Meaning: Aimie (Beloved) Mariann (Bitter) Quirke (Heart)
Character Position: Sailor Scene of the Alto Senshi
Birthdate: July 7th
Astrological Sign: Cancer
Age: Nineteen
Blood Type: O+
Birth Place: Wilmette, Illinois – a small Chicago suburb.
Nationality: American by birth; though made up of many different
nationalities, as are many Americans these days. Most predominant in Aimie’s pedigree are English, French,
Irish, German, and Cherokee.
Occupation: Aimie works as a waitress, keeping thirty or so hours a
week at the Mr. Lucky’s 24/7 restaurant inside the Hard Rock Hotel and Casino.
Enjoying the fact that the hotel is only two miles away from campus makes
the job more convenient than you would think possible in the rather large
hustle-and-bustle city. Not to
mention Miss Quirke has an undeniable love of the variety of tourists the hotel
restaurant allows her to meet.
School: The University of Nevada, Las Vegas
Academic Level: Aimie took a year off after high school to tie up some
loose ends in her life, and just began to attend classes this recent August.
That would make the young woman a college freshman.
Major/Minor: Aimie is looking to get a Bachelor of Arts degree in
Secondary Education, also wanting to minor in Art. That said, it should be slightly apparent that Aimie is
working to become a high school art teacher.
GPA: High school had been a rough time for Aimie, and not to go into
detail yet lets just say it affected her GPA negatively, dropping her GPA to a
2.8.
School Involvements: Aimie is looking into joining the UNLV Association
for the Education of Young Children, but at the moment she hasn’t joined any
clubs or organizations.
III. The Nitty-Gritty
Character Information
Likes: Local shows, the local scene, glamour, make-up, leaked music,
cigarettes, loud music, bright or large accessories, DIY clothing, small wild
canines, satire, sarcasm, indifference, the desert, star gazing, parties,
glitter, lace, revealing tops, boys in girl pants, poetry, bands who use a good
vocabulary in their lyrics, Live Journal, nerd glasses, Las Vegas tourism,
meeting all sorts of interesting new people, gambling, that Emo Kid song by Adam
and Andrew, and boy kisses.
Dislikes: Straight edge kids who rub their lifestyle in the faces of
others, hardcore dancers, hangovers, vomiting, hamburgers, when the weather gets
too warm, not having snow for the holidays, getting homesick for Wilmette,
losing touch with old friends, MySpace, college kids who act like they are in
high school, war stories, labels, reality television shows.
Hobbies: Going to shows, shopping at thrift shops and Goodwill, playing
the guitar – both acoustic and electric, downloading new tracks off of
Morpheus and then listening to them until she grows ill of them, dancing in her
underware, singing into her hair brush, singing in the showers in the dorm
bathroom, weekend road trips in her electric blue 1984 El Camino, writing sappy
poetry and music, spending time getting to know tourists at work,
Favorite Food: Three Cheese Tortellini in Marinara sauce.
A great meal that takes a bag of Barilla Tortellini and a jar of Prego
Marinara sauce, heat for 15 minutes and you’re set.
Hated Food: Meatloaf, there is just something about a brick of meat
covered in ketchup that is enough to make the girl cringe.
Favorite Animal: Swallows, something about the small bird seems so
freeing, so classy and eloquent. Aimie
in reality has a soft spot for most birds.
Favorite color: Bright blue, like the oceans surrounding the Carribean.
Aspirations: At the moment, Aimie wants nothing more than to be finished
with college and to start teaching her high school art class.
Looking forward to dealing with the different types of students and
getting to help unleash creativity in others.
Although buried in the deep trenches of her mind she also dreams of
meeting Mister Right and getting married, only to shortly after start her own
family – although she would never admit to that out loud.
Flaws: Miss Aimee can be annoyingly clingy to her friends, even complete
strangers. Even to the point where
she can kiss on the cheeks and necks of friends or passers by without second
thought. She also has a horrible
habit of never letting anything go, simple words thrown her way in anger can
keep her from sleeping for months. Aimee
also won’t shy away from reminding you repeatedly of your betrayal.
Physical Appearance
Hair color and style: Aimie’s hair isn’t anything all that special
or all that distinctive on it’s own, brown curly locks that appear to be
tinted red in the sunlight flow just past her shoulders. You could almost compare the color to chocolate cake, deep
rich brown, but in just the right light you see a hint of red; well, that’s
Aimie’s hair for you. Reaching
just past her shoulders with her part trained to go down the center of her
scalp, she will rarely leave it just as nature intended.
Sure it rarely has seen color or treatments; however, that’s not to say
that flatirons and sprays aren’t a near daily ritual. Her hair is always done in a way that for that day will
tickle her fancy, whether it be up, down, in a bun, in pigtails, under a hat,
held with bows, headbands, or random hair trinkets.
Definitely styles not found in magazines but the realm of her own
imagination.
Eye color, shape etc: A captivating shade of light, watery blue green can be
seen in the eyes of Aimie. Large
and dreamy, almost swimmy looking are the orbs that convey more emotion that
most. A passerby completely
ignorant to sensing the emotions of others would be able to read Aimie with a
glance into her eyes. Set deeply
into her features and resembling a slightly rounded resemblance to the ever
common almond-shaped eye, her set of peepers become even more noticeable when
she applies the mass amounts of color and glitter to coordinate her lids most
commonly with her outfits. Thick,
long lashes help to accentuate her eyes, even more so when coated with a thin
layer of deep black mascara. Balancing
well with her thin, dark, curved eyebrows, which seem a bit lower than they
should due to her eyes being more set back into her face.
If asked what her favorite feature was, Aimie would definitely answer her
eyes.
Facial Features: Between Aimie’s wavy locks and attention getting eyes
there is the sometimes passed over ordinary face. She is a bit plain jane in the feature department.
A button nose planted dead center between her eyes, the narrow bridge
leading to the small rounded tip, dainty and not much of an attention getter it
may all be for the better, for even if her nose is on the small and considered
cute side, she still hates it. Full
and childish cheeks take up her face, appearing as if maybe she didn’t quiet
yet loose that baby fat in her face, making her often get confused for a much
younger girl, aggravating her when it comes to constantly being carded for
cigarettes. Her lips are a rosy color which often if just glossed in
clear look made-up enough for the most elegant a social function.
Her top lip is slightly on the smaller side, reaching up in two rounded
points while her bottom lip is more full and rounded.
Body Type/Build/Skin Color & Height & Weight: Miss Quirke has a
fairly “average” body type. She
isn’t rail thin by a long shot; however, not too chubby either, weighing in at
about 125 pounds. Her frame is
short and slightly awkward. Being
only 5’4” tall, Aimie still cannot reach the top shelf in a grocery store,
an aggravating chain of events that often finds her climbing the shelves and
getting reprimanded by snotty employees, who, for the most part, are tall.
Now her frame, though she is told is attractive, is slightly awkward.
Aimie is curvy, fairly large bust (Supported by a 34C brazier and quiet
luckily on the perky side), thin waist, and hips that are for baby making
(that’s not to say they are huge by any means, just slightly on the wide
side). She has a warm, peachy
skin tone that typically seems lightly tanned, perhaps from her constant walking
between the university and her job in the Nevada sunshine.
Now up until this point you are probably thinking, “What on Earth makes
this girl awkward?” Well,
Aimie’s legs are just a touch too long, which makes pant shopping a nightmare,
too tall to wear short length pants, too short for average length pants, makes
clothes shopping almost as big a nightmare as grocery shopping.
Now she usually opts for the average length as not to be “flooding”;
however, not one pair of her jeans is not ripped and frayed at the ends from her
constant stepping on them.
Walking Style/’Carriage’: Aimie stands tall, face usually held high,
until she clumsily runs into anything and everything before her line of vision.
A bit of a klutz you will often find her looking down for a while after
each little run in with a small child, dog, pole, bike, table, hell the list is
too long, lets just say she stands tall, straight, and with self-respect;
however, her face will usually be cast downwards to help ensure no humiliating
run ins. That’s not to say she sits poised and dignified like a lady
though; far from in fact. Aimie
slouches like it’s going out of style, legs are usually Indian-style if she is
on a couch, bed, or large enough surface – whether she is in a skirt or pants.
If not able to pull up her legs she unfortunately tends to sit slightly
boyishly, legs slightly spread, a girl needs fresh air.
Clothing Style: Clothing style spans so much with Aimie, ranging from jeans
and flowing skirts to leggings and stockings, usually tight fitting t-shirts or
somewhat loose hanging band tees. She
accessorizes with costume jewelry and hairpieces of bright colors and unique
styles, a lot of her rings and bracelets coming from quarter machines and the
little girl’s department. She
likes just about she can buy from a pawn shop or resale store, Aimie likes being
comfortable but also enjoys being stylish.
Distinguishing Marks: No real distinguishing marks grace Aimie’s body
persay, there is a small scar on her chin from when she’d busted it open at
the age of three, jumping on the couch of course.
Although it’s just a slightly light patch of skin, more than easily
hidden with a thin layer of powder. As
well as a faded area of scars on her right wrist from a bad spell of cutting
she’d gone through in high school, she isn’t particularly proud of the
marks, but they are who she is, who she was – each containing a story.
But that’s not to say she doesn’t try to hide them beneath bracelets
and arm cuffs.
Other Physical Appearance Details: Miss Aimie was never one to shy away from
body modification; both of her ears are pierced thrice.
And she once sported a septum piercing, snake bites, and a Marilyn
Monroe, although since starting college and getting a near full time job she has
removed most of her body jewelry and let the holes heal, that is to say all
other than her Monroe piercing, which she will wear to class and out in public,
the only place she tends to remove the small metal stud is at work.
As far as tattoos go, the girl isn’t an ink virgin by far.
A swallow in bright shades of blue rests on her left hip, while a small
hot pink and black nautical star is tattooed on her right shoulder blade. (her
tattoos)
Voice: Aimie’s voice is slightly medium pitched, very feminine but not
overtly recognizable. There isn’t
really anything extremely memorable about her voice, except maybe when she
sings. If there were a celebrity to
compare her speaking voice towards it would probably be similar to that of
Jennifer Aniston’s; however, while singing takes on a more raspy, gravelly
feel.
Personality:
Aimie is the type of girl who cannot seem to let a person go once they become important in her life. She has a tendency to want to call up her friends and family more than she should just to make sure they are all okay or to see what is going on. She becomes severely possessive even over some people, the ones who make the biggest impact in her life being the ones the she will struggle leaving alone if even for one day.
The girl is also one who is quite stubborn once her mind is made up. If she is feeling a certain way towards something or somebody there is no telling her differently. Even if her opinions are so silly, and uneducated there is no changing her mind once an idea has stuck with her. Same can be said when there is an argument or some less-than-kind words left out on the table. It could be three years after an argument and on occasion Aimie will still secretly loose sleep about some what’s-her-face calling her a loser in high school.
Among the few traits others may see as flawed, annoying, or down right silly the girl does hide away a few good qualities. One being that she is extremely helpful towards friends and peers. Aimie often volunteering extra time at school and at work to make sure tasks get completed to their full potential, and that she can ensure nobody else is being left with an unbearable burden of things to get finished. Never much for reward, she’s also the type to blush away from gratitude and attention for her deeds.
Who is the girl with the glass on her dorm wall, ear to its edge? Aimie. The girl is a mad gossip queen; however, she is always well trusted with secrets. The catch? While she herself must know everything, she is well aware of when it is none of your business. So it really is of no concern if Aimie knows who is sleeping with who else or who is having this weeks hot love affair, because she would much rather write cryptic messages about the stories she hears rather than hurt others by spreading knowledge that isn’t for her to spread.
Tree hugging hippie? Crack smoking whore? Ghetto rhyme bustin’ gangster? Long haired fairy boy? Aimie could care less, just so you aren’t obscenely rude and mean the girl will most likely look past anything you can dish out. Hell, she’ll hug a tree, smoke a line, bust a rhyme, and check out boys right along with you if you spark her interest as to becoming your friend. She’s the type of girl to try or at least look into anything at least twice, yes, once isn’t really enough to know how to judge a situation you know.
But let’s say, that maybe, just maybe you said something construed as nasty, maybe even to deflect from Aimie’s character. Well, she will form into a human made of sharp barricades and retorts. Vulnerability isn’t a luxury Aimie allows herself, so if the slightest glimpse of judgment is shown, the softest spoken critical statement is shed, than she will go into auto-pilot, lacing her words with venom and ice to add emphasis to just how wrong you are.
Although defensive, and seemingly tough, Aimie indeed has a soft center. She will often harbor unkind words for privacy where she can finally mull them over and shed some tears, or scream her frustrations into her pillow. There are exceptions, times where Aimie will let it all go, and just cry for hours, uncaring if there is an audience or passerby, wearing her heart on one shoulder while feeling the weight of the world on the other. When she is sad, her eyes will well as if a never ending stream of tears flow behind their surface, while when she is happy the shine seems to go on forever, and lastly when angry you’d assume that her eyes could literally melt your face with their passion-fueled heat.
Such a passionate, emotional girl has to harbor some form of romanticism. Being very much a fan of watching a romantic comedy and dreaming for hours of the possibilities of meeting her prince charming. Wanting dates to be watching the sunset in the Nevada desert on a quilt with a soft candle lit array of snacks and hot chocolate for when the air grows cold. She is harboring desire to hear those perfect lines that the men in the movies so often use.
Aimie although blindly romantic, and severely sensitive rarely sways to the ways of optimism nor pessimism, usually staying in the warm grey tones that span the spectrum, trying to see things the way the are and not the way she wants them; however, not an easy task, it isn’t as if she can stay composed at all times. There are moments where the world will seem to have crumbled around her, or times when you’d think she could float in the clouds, yet no matter what she always tries to keep at least one foot on the ground.
The girl has always been the type that once passionate about an object or
area of study she would become a sponge, absorbing as much as possible, and most
often more than needed; however, when it comes to things that don’t catch that
spark she couldn’t honestly care less. She
will become dense like a rock, spending the time she should devote elsewhere,
often doodling or basking in the glow of her Nintendo DS. It’s at these times, were important information to arise
chances are one should keep it until she is more on top of things.
History: It was five something on the hot sticky July afternoon when
Mister and Misses Quirke brought their second child into the world at Skokie
Valley Hospital. The seventh of
July to be exact is when Aimie Marianne Quirke was brought into the hard cruel
world of the late nineteen-hundreds to be raised and cared for in the 27,000
population suburb of Wilmette just north of what Aimie would one day consider
the greatest city in the world, Chicago.
Growing up, Aimie had an almost story-book ordinary childhood, she had friends in the neighborhood, would want to go watch the older kids play music in their garages, would ride her bicycle everywhere, and taunt her brother and his friends until he’d lose his temper. An alumni of Harper elementary School Aimie holds fond memories, especially for art class, that have kept a soft smile on her lips when she gets home sick in Nevada. She was a bright child, always full of clever ideas and stories, and almost always with a pen and paper, writing her little heart’s content. She led the life of an average upper-middle class child living in the suburbs. Dolls, parties, sleep overs, family vacations – all of this was normal to Aimie.
It wasn’t until she was a student at Highcrest middle school or was it Wilmette junior high, that her family life started to go down hill. Matthew and Darcy, Aimie’s parents, had begun to fight a lot. Aimie’s mother was becoming more reclusive from her husband and children, no longer making sure lunch boxes were packed and clothing was ironed. Often a breathy remark of her own desires to grow up could be heard in the air as Aimie and Trevor grew closer together in attempt to make sense of the situation. She no longer begged to bother he and his friends, and he no longer pushed her away, in a sense, they for a while became the best of friends. When he announced at his graduation dinner that he was leaving, it tore Aimie’s fourteen-year-old heart in two.
Her heart didn’t stay broken long, just as she began to fall, her best friend caught her up and held her tight. Aimie and Martin had met in Mrs. Casey’s second grade class, and although they had always been great friends the girl had to admit she was surprised when she felt there was something more to it than all that. Deciding to give it a label, they became a couple three weeks after Trevor had left. Martin had quickly become her everything, they spent almost every day inseparable, either walking around Gillson Park, exploring the grounds of the Bahá'í House of Worship, or occasionally taking the short Metra ride into the city to spend the day hand in hand as they acted like foolish tourists.
They’d both attended New Trier Township High School together, the school’s prettiest little pop-punk couple, rumors had spread as early as their sophomore year together that they would marry, and in all honesty it made Aimie blush. Though the happy façade couldn’t remain forever, shortly into her junior year Aimie’s parents divorced, though Darcy agreed to remain in Illinois to see her daughter graduate, it was still too surreal for Aimie, her mother in their home, her father not in their home. It was almost bitter sweet by time her graduation came.
It was that night, that her mother announced, much like Trevor had four years prior, that she would be moving to Nevada to finish her own education and gain a new perspective in her own life. This alone meant decision time for Aimie, and after a few days of immense mental struggle Aimie had decided to follow along with her mother to try a change of pace. Martin of course was more than welcome to come along, but his scholarship to Robert Morris stopped him without a second thought. At the airport he’d given her a necklace, shaped like a razorblade with a heart in the center, it was tacky but he claimed he just had found it one day at a resale shop the couple frequented, told her how it reminded him of her as he gave her a soft kiss on the forehead and waved goodbye, he’d be hers as long as it would take.
Readjusting to the Las Vegas lifestyle had taken a while, she shortly found a job to begin building up her savings, and was growing more and more fond of the grandmother she didn’t know. It was great seeing Trevor again, he hadn’t changed much, and it was a week before she was going to fly up to Chicago to surprise Martin that she got the phone call, he wanted to just be friends, the distance was too great to wait for. As long as it would take was only about six months, it left Aimie shattered for weeks.
During her downtime she’d began writing a lot and
had began to fiddle around a lot more with her guitar, improving her musical
talents slowly yet surely while occupying her time at work and trying to make
new friends. Eventually she moved
out of her grandmother’s house and into the dorms at UNLV meeting Lauren and
connecting almost immediately with the girl.
Her life finally seeming to go slowly back up the track before another
free fall.
V. Relations &
Miscellaneous
NPCs:
- Matthew Quirke; Aimie’s Father: Matthew is a forty-four year old Wilmette native, who in-fact still lives up north in the Windy City. He is one of the disc jockeys and phone handlers at the impressive Chicago radio station: wlup, 97.9fm the loop. It is a steady job, hours are the same, Monday through Friday, working always the afternoon shift, 10am-3pm with Erin Carman. The job; although only twenty-five hours a week, paid handsomely enough to afford a nice three bedroom apartment downtown, amongst all the shopping, hustle, and bustle. Something he himself had always been in love with. The man towers at six-foot, two inches tall, with deep brown hair that he keeps cut respectably short. His blue green eyes are definitely the source of Aimie’s own. He’s more-or-less kept to himself ever since his divorce from Darcy he has more or less kept to himself and his work. Moving from the suburban family home in Wilmette to a more suitable apartment in the city. Dating has been to a minimum, and he has instead been concentrating towards writing and possibly transferring to a radio station in Nevada to be closer to his son and daughter. He attempts to keep a close phone-based relationship with the two; however, it isn’t always easy when his eldest son works and his daughter is in classes. He had always been the involved father, a room-dad at school, a play mate, yet strict when needed, it’s an understatement to claim his separation from not only his children, but his wife has been hard.
- Darcy Brigg-Quirke; Aimie’s Mother: Darcy is the forty year old mother of two, looking for a new life outside of homemaker and wife. Looking for a career and education of her own, and a form of independence. When Darcy was sixteen she had taken up a summer job as a bus girl at a quaint little diner off the strip, that’s when she first met vacationing twenty-year-old Matthew. Right away she insisted they spend their life together, as the care-free teenager fled Las Vegas to be in Illinois with her love. Quickly there after she dropped out of high-school to start their life together. It didn’t take long for Darcy to become pregnant as their family began to grow quickly. Once she’d reached the age of consent she and Matthew tied the knot in a small judge’s chambers. While Matthew did what he could to support and make everything as good as possible for his new bride and child to be; however, it couldn’t help the homesickness Darcy had felt and bottled up for many years. Darcy herself stands at five-foot, three-inches, her hair kept to her shoulders is curly and auburn in color, her eyes are deep with emotion and green in shade. Aside from the hair and eye color, Aimie got most of her physical traits from her mother. As for their relationship, it has been a strained one. It’s not as if Darcy resents her children purposely, but often she wonders what life would have been like if she hadn’t gone off with Matthew and had them young in life. Currently she is working towards a business degree of her own at night classes offered by a small business school, working days as a billing clerk for a local attorney office. Hoping to soon be able to afford her own apartment rather than staying with her mother.
- Trevor Quirke; Aimie’s older brother: The twenty-three year old grown “nerd” is slowly making a name for himself in the technical engineering of the city strip. Working hard to get a reputable name to help create the flashy displays and machines. He’d moved down to Las Vegas to stay with his grandmother shortly after he’d graduated high school, wanting to keep her company after her husband, and his grandfather, Ronald, had passed away. Also deciding it would be a good place to get his desired engineering start. In Wilmette he’d always had a rough time fitting in with the locale; and although Vegas seems a much more busy, flashy city, he has adjusted much better without the years of reputation for being a smarter child, musically inclined, and collector of various Japanese mangas and animes, not to mention the fascination with X-Men. Now that isn’t to say there is anything wrong with his passions, it’s just far more easy as an adult to play them off as more a hobby than a lifestyle. Currently he resides in a small one-bedroom apartment. One of which Aimie will often visit and crash at, her and her brother having been close for just about their entire lives. Trevor has his mom’s fiery auburn locks, yet they lie straight like his dads, he keeps his hair trimmed nicely, letting it lay about ears length. He has eyes like his father and sister’s, deep blue green, although much less expressive. He stands at five-foot, eleven-inches tall, though wishing he could be about his father’s height.
- Marylou Brigg; Aimie’s Grandmother, Darcy’s Mother: At the young age of sixty-three, Marylou has seen a lot in her life. The mother of five kids, it was heart breaking to watch her eldest daughter leave home at such a young age, weaving even larger rifts in her marriage to Ronald. She’d never gained any education futher than high-school, and never worked once she’d have her little stair-steps; however, that’s not to say raising five children and nursing a toxic relationship isn’t a job in itself. Her prides in life are of course her children and grandchildren, so proud of the things they have been able to accomplish, and secretly she is tickled to death to have her daughter back, not to say she didn’t adore Matthew, she is just happy to have her baby girl back in her life, watching her achieve her potential. Her light frame stands at five-foot, two-inches, slightly rounded and with a few extra pounds, her silver hair kept short and curled as her brown eyes still hold their youthful shimmer.
- Martin Walker; Aimie’s Ex Boyfriend: When Aimie left Wilmette almost two years ago, it caused the relationship these two had shared to come to an end. They’d met in grade school, becoming the best of friends and finally had decided to get together the summer before their freshman year had started. Aimie’s family loved Martin, and Martin’s family loved Aimie, the idea of them one day getting married wasn’t too far fetched. He’d even gone as far as to propose to the Aimie at their senior prom only to take it back the following week when she’d announced her parents were divorcing and she was going with her mother to Las Vegas, she invited him along but he’d declined. Already planning to start his collegiate career at Robert Morris, he was unwilling to change his plans for the so-called love of his life but promised to keep close, that promise also slowly fading. As planned trips to reunite for weekends or breaks have always fallen through. Martin has fueled much of Aimie’s poetry of love lies and heart ache, and is often the reason she’ll blast the words to the fast paced break up songs she will often belt out. Martin stands around five foot eight and was a rather skinny and stereotypical emo boy, girls pants and tight shirts, eyeliner, the works. His milky pale skin, pale blue eyes, and reddish blonde hair often made him more noticed in a crowd.
- Lauren Turner; Aimie’s dorm room mate: Lauren has become one of Aimie’s favorite people in Vegas, a fellow freshman, they have managed to have a few classes together which makes their rare studying a little bit easier. Lauren is slightly younger than Aimie, eighteen, she never took time off between high school and college. The girl being absolutely ghetto-fabulous, their clashing personalities working quiet well in a mysterious way. Walking into the girls room one would quickly notice the difference between the Morrissey, Fall Out Boy, Simple Plan, and various scenester posters on Aimie’s side of the room versus the 50 cent, P Diddy, Jay Z, and other rap moguls that adorn Lauren’s side. The girl often will have the loudest laugh in the room and also carries a wicked sense of humor. It would seem near impossible to offend the girl, often referred to by Aimie as her favorite “Nyukka” an irony in itself seeing as the girl is only lightly colored, and that is from her constant sun bathing on the dormitory’s roof. The girl has captivating hazel eyes and blonde peroxide, bone straight hair that she often keeps braided or styled neatly.
Character Relations: At the
moment, Aimie doesn’t really know any of the other members on a personal
level, of course that’s not to say she may not be acquainted with one or two
of them through school or work, or that she will not get to know any of them in
the near or distant future.
Romance Life: Aimie had a serious long-term boyfriend back in Wilmette,
his name was Martin; however, as most long distance relationships tend to wane
over time theirs was no exception. After about six months apart it had been a mutual decision of,
“lets be friends”. She
still wears his ring, and thinks of him often, missing him greatly – her side
of the decision was more out of a want for him to be happy than for herself.
As for a current romance, sadly there isn’t any.
Sure she has gone on a few dates, hooked up at a few shows, but as for
anything with labels – not yet anyways.
Character Theme Song: “Demolition Lovers” – My Chemical Romance
Secret(s): Aimie tends to keep the fact that she was engaged a secret
from everyone who didn’t already know, also doesn’t let people know about
her attraction to girls, not as if she’s ashamed, she’d just been with one
boy for so long she found it irrelevant to mention.
VI. Proelium Soldier
Senshi Name: Sailor Scene
Henshin Item: A silver eighteen inch chain necklace
with a high polished razorblade dangling from the center, the middle hole of
the blade being in the shape of a heart.
Henshin Phrase & Description: “Scene Alto Power! Make-up!!” Aimie
will proclaim this calmly before enveloping in a cloud of darkness cycling with
glitter and pink stars and hearts, slowly evaporating to a near nude Scene, the
clouds that remain wrapping around her body tightly before becoming the fuku
top, skirt, and converse. Her
gloves, bows, and leggings coming in the forms of light before materializing and
becoming plausible, the glitter coming in the form of make-up, jewelry and the
change in hair style. While one
star ends up on her face just to the right of her right eye.
Turning black and remaining as part of her make-up, the last touch is a
rhinestone in the center of the star.
Catch/Introduction/Challenge Phrase: I am Sailor Scene and from the
depths of my heart I will show you despair.
Fuku
**Using Alto Version Two
Primary Color/Pattern: Black
Secondary Color/Pattern: Hot Pink
Tertiary Color/Pattern: Black and white checker print
Tiara: A black headband with a hot pink ribbon tied into a bow right of
center.
Necklace(s): The default necklace, only slightly modified: hot pink
choker, black ribbon
Earrings: A set of large hot
pink hoops closest to head, outwards is a set of smaller hot pink hoops, and
lastly as set of rhinestone studs.
Collar: Black – basic alto collar, two white stripes.
Sleeves: None ;)
Gloves: The left glove is made of transparent pink net-like fabric,
following the basic glove pattern, is held up by a black leather band with
silver pyramid studs, then the fabric is held at the elbow with a thin silver
band before splitting to expose the forearm.
The right glove is held up by a band of checker printed fabric, then
starting snug and eventually belling out loosely is black fabric trimmed at the
end with hot pink lace.
Bracelets: The right arm is free of any bracelets while the left is
decorated with two hot pink rubber bracelets, two black rubber bracelets, and
two white rubber bracelets – all laying in not specific pattern lazily on her
wrist.
Center Bow: None ;)
Dress: The dress style is very much so the basic design for the Alto 2
fuku; however, the trim of the top is done in the tertiary pattern as required,
yet is thinner then in the model, about the width of a wide shoestring.
Also, the tertiary pattern not only is at the top of the fuku skirt, yet
at the bottom of the secondary layer of the skirt as well, mimicking the
outlining of the top. Than beneath the lower trimming of checkered fabric will be
the very thin twine belt. Which will be solid and hot pink at the guidelines
state using the secondary; but just
above the tassel is a large black shiny bead.
Back Bow: The bow is of the same style outlined for Alto 2; however, is a
sheer fabric of her secondary color, hot pink.
Shoes: A pair of Converse Hi-Top Chuck Taylor All Stars.
The main color of the shoes is black, with the classic All Star logo on
the sides. White rubber souls with
a hot pink stripe through the center, hot pink also the color of the fabric
inside. The shoes are “double
tongued” The real tongue of the shoe is white while the second; down folded
tongue is hot pink. Checkered shoelaces complete the look. Oh, and, no socks.
Additional Notes/Changes: Aimie’s hair will change when in senshi form,
the brown will change a few shades darker, straightening out completely.
The dark hair also becoming frosted platinum blonde, contrasting against
the darker locks nicely, pink highlights adding a pop to her hair.
The length of her hair stays consistent with what her hair length is in
her normal form and the only real accessory is the previously mentioned
headband. As for her tattoos, the swallow is covered by the fuku skirt;
however the star is fully visible.
Also with her fuku is a pair of leggings under her skirt, sheer black fabric covering her thighs to just below her knees, where a band of lacey fabric ends the garment exposing her claves before the hi-tops consume her feet.
Make-up is an understatement when henshined, at
least as far as eyes go. Sailor
Scene will have her eyes heavily outlined in black kohl liner, swooping to the
sides of each eye gracefully, top lids covered with pink eye smudge, then the
crease of her lids decorated with a glitter stick which flows out to follow the
eyeliner, meeting it at an angle. Her lower lid is done similarly, only in a thin line of hot
pink mixing with the glitter, stopping just short of the eyeliner to give her
eyes a softer look. Fake black
feathered lashes
featuring a few strands of simple metallic pink help to finish off the look.
To the side of her right eye is a small star, done in thin black lines
with a small stick on rhinestone in the middle.
Her lips covered in clear gloss, and her fingernails becoming coated in
high gloss hot pink polish finish off the henshined look
Attacks (Up to 2 per senshi)
Attack Names: Black Mamba
(Name: Song from Almost Here by The Academy
Is…)
Attack Descriptions: With the standard arms crossed in front of the chest
pose, the attack name will be shouted then arms released expelling a black,
swirling cloud towards the targeted person. The attack surrounds the opposition in a crushing darkness
parallel to one described in many an emo kid’s poetry.
It will last briefly, disrupting the line of vision of the attacked.
Attack Effects: This attack is mainly an attack designed to help her
team-mates attack the opposition, blocking the vision of said opponent briefly,
twenty seconds at most, generally only five to ten. It is weak in power and doesn’t last very long; however,
since the attack takes little effort it can be easily repeated and doesn’t
take much of Scene’s energy to use, very hard to block, as it is a simple
cloud of matter; however, if an opponent had a wind based defense, or perhaps a
hair dryer then they may be able to block it.
Attack Names: Grenade Jumper
(Name: Song from Take This to Your Grave by Fall Out Boy)
Attack Descriptions: You know the standard Dragon Ball fighting stance, hands out front, waiting for a blast of energy to emerge? (Yes, DBZ bad, BSSM good >_>) Well, take that pose, combine it with the shouting of the attack name, and a small pink ovular grenade appearing, holographic before exploding, a black shimmering glittery explosion filled with an almost firework like display of needle sharp hot pink stars and glinting razorblades.
Attack Effects: The attack is aggressive and meant for physical harm
against the enemy, it takes a toll on Scene, usually only able to use it once
per battle if even. The attack can
be blocked with a coordinated and well timed defense, yet if not blocked can do
a nice amount of damage.
Weapon: No weapon :3
-deleted due to laziness Sailor Sceene not needing a guardian-
VIII: Writing Sample
Coming soon-ish?
IX: Other Shtuff
Potential plans: I would like to see a romance or two happen with
Aimie, of course they can end sadly, that would only fuel Aimie’s angst and
bad poetry, I would also like to at certain points have her contemplate leaving
the team, letting other obstacles in life challenge her loyalty.
4 o’clock: in the m o r n i n g.
Miscellaneous: With Aimie for the most part, what you see is what you get, she is loud and obnoxious at time, and quiet and emotional at others. She tends to wear her heart on her sleeve and take a chip of the world on her shoulder. She can be tough and sensitive all wrapped into one, and isn’t afraid to tell you anything you want to hear.
