Post by Dylanne Amber Avery on Jul 16, 2009 16:53:39 GMT
Dylanne Amber Avery
[/size][/center]So come and take me away,
from this monster that you've made of me.
I feel like dying, erasing all of these memories….
from this monster that you've made of me.
I feel like dying, erasing all of these memories….
`I THINK WE HAVE AN EMERGENCY
so are you listening?
NICKNAMES
SEX female
D.O.B August 1st, 1992.
AGE sixteen.
HEIGHT 5'7
ETHNICITY Latin American(Chile) & Japanese-American.
SEXUALITY straight
ILLNESS(S)/ REASON FOR BEING HERE Sexual Addiction, with a few arrests for Assault to an Officer while intoxicated.
PLAYED BY Allison Green(of Millionaires)
CLIQUE Sexual Nature
SUB CLIQUE Party Kid
DESCRPTION
The easiest feature to take in of Dylanne is her extreme length of her that flows steadily past her shoulders and stops at her lower back. The color is a dark brown to almost black, with a few honey blonde and brown highlights mixed in to add a steady contrast. Despite what people like to say, Dylanne's hair is naturally that long-she only trims and cuts the end of her hair when split ends occur and what not. Her hair, of course, is also something meaningful to her for some odd reason-if anyone were to harm it, a very pissed off Dylanne would be seen.
For the tall height of Miss Dylanne, the hundred and fifteen pounds on her barely offers any fat. Whatever is fat on her body, she likes to keep toned and in shape-what guy wants to have sex with a girl who's got flab all over her? Well, that's Dylanne's mentality, at least. Most of her outfits are kept to a constant. Shorts skirts and shorts, with a tank top, and thats usually how you'll find Dylanne anywhere, even at parties, with the exception of more makeup on. She doesn't wear jeans too often, but if she does you can bet there's a good reason behind it.
The Japanese feature that's seen undoubtedly in her is the down cast slant of her eyes, as well as her high cheekbones. The next majorely noticeable thing would be Dylanne's odd shaped nose. Now, it's not too big or too small, on the contrary, it suits her just fine. The only thing you'd noticed is how odd shaped it is compared to any other persons-kind of pointy and long. Make up on Dylanne is not a must-need, except for her eyes. A lot of mascara and eyeliner is used, just the way she likes it.
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`AND I CANT PRETEND I DONT SEE THIS
it's really not your fault
when no one cares to talk about it
when no one cares to talk about it
NAME DISLIKES hangovers, police officers, crying, darkness, nicknames, Michael, goody boys, promise rings.
HOBBIES getting drunk, having sex, dancing, flirting, getting drunk again, having sex, changing outfits,, going to parties.
MOM Autumn ,35, House Wife
DAD Dylan, 39, Lawyer
SIBLINGS
OTHER FAMILY MEMBERS
OVERALL PERSONALITY[/b]
concieted Knowing your hot, and then putting that attractiveness to good work are two different things. Though she doesn't constantly say it outloud, Dylanne feels guys are always going after, and if they aren't, she'll pursue long enough for them to actually be interested, then she'll get bored and back down. If you were to ask her a question like, "Dylanne, so what do you think your best feature is?" She easily tell you, "I don't have just one, ask anyone." She doesn't find it a bad quality at all, even if deeper down inside, way deeper, she feels she's only like this because of Michael.
passionate to an extent, Dylanne will chase a guy if he doesn't seem remotely interested in her. Her idea of chasing however, is different from stalking and begging him to sleep with her. It's more of getting angry and drunk, or even changing her attitude for all of a day to get in his pants. When she sets her eye on something, you can almost bet she'll get it. She does anything to win, and put just simply, it's what she's used to. When you grow up living in a three story mansion and your dad is a celebrity lawyer, you basically have all the money in the world to do whatever you want.
outspoken The only thing Dylanne hates most in someone is when they believe their correct about something, or even correct about something Dylanne knows dead on is wrong. She will tell you off, and the trashy side of her will come out, simply put cursing you out with every curse word she knows in English, Japanese, and spanish. She can't stand it as well when guys "holler" at her. Things like "hey babieee how you doinn'." when she's walking down the street, or anything close to that, will piss her off easily. If a guy is trying to get with her, they have to be a little more creative than that, considering her addiction.
trashy It isn't something she's necessarily ashamed or proud of, it's just a trait thats there. Dylanne knows that guys happen to like the whole smokin' hot, sexy thing going on, and she doesn't mind acting or dressing that way. If people call her a whore or a slut she'll simply reply, "Even still, who's getting more guys...and probably girls...then you are?" An eye roll will follow, and she'll turn around back to what she was doing. Never throwing the first punch as well, she doesn't mind fighting, even while drunk.
helpful As long as you don't ask too many questions, or even too much of Dylanne, she has no problem MAYBE helping you score some drugs, get to a party, or even help you on some homework or something like that. It was a life lesson her traditional Japanese mother taught her from an early age, and most likely one of the only things that stuck as she grew up.
secretive When it comes to how Dylanne became such a sex addict, or even an alcoholic, she'll easily offer you something not too interesting and then change the subject before more questions are asked. Though she comes off super strong and un-caring, the past is something she hates talking about because she can still feel the wind blowing around her, she can still feel her throat raw from yelling, and she can still feel her best friend on top of her, refusing to let go. The worst part yet-she can still hear the words coming out of his mouth when he was done.
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`IF YOU THINK I'D LEAVE THEN YOU WERE WRONG
cause i wont stop holding on
Born in the 90210 of California, Dylanne grew up in the fast lane of celebrities, glamour, and designer drugs. Her father, Dylan, was a wealthy celebrity lawyer that had done small time bands to all time celebrities like Michael Jackson(he was one of the many lawyers he'd hired.) Her mother, Autumn, was a small Japanese girl, who had accidently bumped into Mr. Avery while he was leaving the court house and she was entering-strangely enough, Autumn had agreed to the date with the stranger, and that night sparks flew. Autumn found she was pregnant, Dylan proposed, they were married, and some nine months later, Dylanne Amber was the new and last addition to the Avery family.
|| At age five, in elementary school, Dylanne could already tell she didn't fit in with a few kids there. Sure, not all were celebrity off-spring, but they were definetly stuck up, something Dylanne didn't begin until the accident. As recess came one day, Dylanne had brought her lunch over to one of the small picnic tables that faced the playground, and as usual, she ate alone as she watched the other kids frolick and run around. A few moment later, a boy was sent to the same table, told to sit across from Dylanne and not talk to her. The boy, Michael, was in time out for not doing his homework that day. He bowed his head, not noticing that Dylanne was staring at him oddly. Finally, when he hadn't said anything, Dylanne put a grin on and leaned across the table, "It's salami and potato chips. Want a bite?" From then on, the two became inseperable, even as they reached high school. Sure, it may have seemed like one of those odd fairy tales, but it wouldn't for too long.
|| The first weird act Dylanne noticed in Michael was in fifth grade, when Michael began flirting with her. She'd easily outlined one thing for him and made it perfectly clear: he was her best friend, nothing more. She loved him like the brother she'd never have. When Michael pursued, however, Dylanne ignored it and went on with life. Hey, he was her best and only friend.
Wednesday afternoon, and as put on both mother's schedule, Michael was due to come over for a playdate. They grabbed the grape juice and animal crackers that Mrs. Autumn set on the table like clockwork, and headed to the tree house. There, they played all sorts of games-but for some reason, their favorite was wrestling. Dylanne was unnaturally strong and good at it, but this time Michael had pinned her down.
Giggling and laughing, Dylanne begged for him to let her go, that she'd do anything. "Anything?" Michael repeated slowly. As Dylanne kept laughing and didn't notice him moving towards her, Michael was suddenly laying on top of her, his lips pressing strong to hers as his hands caressed her body, embracing curves even Dylanne herself hadn't noticed she developed. In shock for all of about ten seconds, Dylanne finally pulled away, pushing Michael hard so he slid off her. "No! Get out!" she yelled angrily, tears streaming down her face as she crawled to the back of the tree house. Eyes wide with shock himself, Michael followed her request quickly, not bothering to answer Autumn as he ran down the street to his house.
|| The eighth grade dance was a night to remember. Dylanne had grown up a lot in the past three years, and even though she no longer associated herself with Michael, he still had his eye on her. Dylanne had made a few friends with the "popular" girls, and in fact even landed a date with the little brother of an N*Sync member. And yes, he was quite cute, just like his older brother. Anyway, as the dance ended, Dylanne began her exactly eight minute walk home. It was something that no longer scared her, she had grown used to walking home in the complete darkness, and had learned every crack, bump, and house on the street. Unfortuantely, there was a five minute walk through Silversmith's Park, which is what she despised the most. But, she didn't think any of it-her mind was on the slow song that her date had kissed her on!
Coming out of nowhere, Michael was suddenly coming towards Dylanne, his eyes blood shot and his walk out of place. "Michael? Is that you? Leave me alone, or I'm going to tell your mom." Dylanne said to him quietly as he blocke her way from exiting the park to her house literally across the street. Dylanne closed her eyes, praying up to God. And in that one instance, Michael had come up to her, gripping her arms as he pressed his body to hers so that they both landed on the ground with a thud. Dylanne screamed despite the force of his lips on hers, and began thrashing about, trying violently to stop his hand that was easily pulling the fabric apart on her dress, exposing her.
Dylanne Amber Avery was raped that night, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't tell anyone what happened. Michael stayed away from her, and Dylanne began hanging out with a whole new group of people-the type that was way older than her fourteen years old. These older kids got something that Dylanne never tried before but quickly became accustomed to-alcohol. All types-bacardi, vodka, rum. You name it, and you can bet Dylanne has tried it. She began hitting parties up, letting any of the older guys feel her up. By the end of the night, she'd probably slept with a few of her friends as well.
As this progressed, Dylanne found she actually enjoyed all the attention she was getting from the boys...and she changed her aspect on how she behaved completely. She followed other girls, mimicked the way they talked...and then easily started her own way of getting the guys, of getting the alcohol.
However, as one night approached, a police officer quickly stopped a party that Dylan hadn't known her daughter was at. It was a college frat party, and here Dylanne was only fifteen years old. As people began to flee the party, the police officer pulled Dylanne and her friend aside-they were obviously way too young! Dylanne had promised her friend though, that she wouldn't get her in trouble, so she found herself thrashing at the officer, pushng him as if she were drunk when, in suprising fact, she wasn't. It was the thirteenth strike on Dylanne's record. Hello, Michigan State.
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`SCARS, THEY WILL NOT FADE AWAY
I've seen you cry, way too many times
when you deserved to be alive
when you deserved to be alive
NICKNAMES Mal
AGE[/b] fifteen
WHERE CAN WE CONTACT YOU?redpowerangermal@aim.com or PM.
ACTIVITY LEVEL daily to weekly.
EXPERIENCE three or four years...?
AVERAGE POST LENGTH[/b] 300+ - 500+
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? They Call This Tragedy
PASSWORD reckless
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