~The Player~Your Name: Brett
Your Age: 20
Experience: Er...six or seven years?
~The Character~Character Name: Avery Simmons
Call Name: She does not have one.
Canon or Original: Original
Played By: Natalie Portman
Age: 26
Relationship Status: Single
Origin: Avery was born in Cardiff, Wales. However, she was raised on a farm in Vermont. If asked where her home is, though, she'll probably answer New York.
Organization: At the moment, Avery's powers are just begining to awaken, and she is not aware of the choices before her.
Powers/Abilities: Avery will eventually hold what will seem like two powers, though they are really inter-connected. Avery has has a daemon since she was about twelve years old. A daemon is a physical manifestation of one's soul, and Avery has a very powerful one. Her daemon is a Crowned Eagle- an engangered eagle, who happens to be the largest breed of eagle in the world.
When Avery was fourteen years old, her bones started to become thin. Doctors said that she had an osteo problem, though they could find no proof for it. By the time she was eighteen, Avery's bones were completely hollow, with no explanation. The strange things began to increase- at twenty-two her vision changed, allowing her to see as an eagle does . Six months ago, several small feathers grew under her hair, at the nape of her neck.
Lately, feathers have appeared in her bed when she awakens.
Personality: Just about everything that can be used to describe Avery comes from two very important facts: Kevin Reece is her hero, and her mother died when Avery was young. These two things really shape and define who exactly Avery is.
Avery is very organized, and very well-planned out. Sometimes, she is too much so. Avery has a file and a place for everything, and she can know when she walks into a room what is out of place and where it goes. She likes the structure that order can provide. Stability has been a crucial part of her life, since the death of her mother. Avery also likes a plan- she can tell you exactly what she is doing for the next week, and where she will be. Sometimes this is a handicap- if her plans get messed up, it confuses her, and she is lost.
Also, Avery is a mega over-achiever. She wants to do things not only the best that they can be, but more than the best. She has to do things right to please Kevin, and to be more like her own mother- something that she's had to do since she was about ten. Avery wants everything to be perfect- from the hairs on her head to the way that her bed spread drapes. It has to be meticulously placed, and dealt with.
Problem-solver is another of Avery's many attributes. Solving puzzles and putting together the pieces of a mystery is the main thing that drew her to forensic sciences. She likes to be given challenges, and she is quite adept at taking bits of information and recreating the truth through them.
These traits have caused a major flaw in her make up, however. Avery is petrified of losing, messing up, being wrong, failing. She is terrified that if she makes one misstep, one flaw, that she will never be accepted, that the rest of her life will be a long dragging nightmare working at McDonalds, or somerthing.
Despite her very pragmatic and practical traits, Avery is a warm person. She enjoys socializing, and shopping, and having a great time. She likes to make friends, and is very loyal to the friends that she has. Avery loves to lavish gifts and attention on those that befriend her, and she can often be of use in solving their problems, or in motivating them to succeed.
Deep down, though, Avery just truly misses her mother. Thrust into a Belgium boarding school at the tender age of eight, Avery has always learned to fend for herself, and to cope with whatever comes along. She often mourns the loss of her mother, as well as the loss of her childhood- which accompanied the tragedy.
Above all else, though, Avery is curious. She wants to know, she likes to read bits of trivia, to always be ready with a quote or with a fact that will stump, amaze, or amuse those who are around her. Her sense of humor is quirky, but entertaining nonetheless, and when she gets bored, she likes to look up random things on search engines, like Google.
Avery is more than puzzles and curiosity. She is actually a sweet person, underneath all of her analysis and problem-solving skills. It does take some time, and someone to take her attention away from whatever it is that she's focused on. Avery loves people, and interacting with them. She's always willing to take time from what she's doing to spend time with them- once they've gotten her attention.
Really, she is just as intense in her relationships as she is when she's working a case, or when she's doing her homework. Her focus and her intensity are probably some of the most attractive things about her personality. When she wants to be romantic, she can take your breath away, when she chooses to have fun- it will be the most single-minded fun you've ever seen.
Opening her up does take a bit of work- but get her attention, and the spotlight will always be on you.
Appearance: , HAIR: Gwyn has rather average hair. It's medium length, and medium brown. Usually she wears it styled in braids, or a bun or ponytail.
, EYES: A soft, chocolatey-brown.
, DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Gwyn has a birthmark on her right shoulder- is a pink-ish blotch that she was born with.
, STYLE: Gwyn likes to be trendy, and yet comfortable. She won't buy clothing that tears or stains easily, either, because of the nature of her job.
, SCARS/TATTOOS: Gwyn has many scars from growing up on a farm, and choosing a risky profession. She also has three tattoos: one on the small of her back, the image of the rising sun. Around her calf, there is a twising vine, and on the inside of her left wrist is Zephyr's name.
Likes: - Literature
- Strawberries
- CSI and other cop shows
- Vases
- Batman
- Travel
- Learning foreign languages
- Google
- Movies
- Tatoos (She has three)
- Gambling
- Theatre
- Science
- Mature men (She doesn't have much sense of reality)
- Pictures
- Sign Language (She's fluent in it)
- Learning
- Doing well in her classes
- The smell of wet paint
- Things made of faux fur.
- Experimenting
- Shopping
- Hanging out with Cillian
- Science
- Salads
- Ditching gym
- The smell of cologne
- Bread
- Obscure icons
- Odd medievil music
- The firing range
- Science <3
- Puzzles
- Science
- Heavy metal music
Dislikes: -Large farm animals
- Musicals
- Singing
- Toast
- Saliva
- The Little Mermaid
- Gum
- Fish
- Failing
- Mess
- Disorganization
- The smell of old books
- Artificial watermelon
- Driving
- Liars
- Not being able to solve puzzles
- Comedies
- Whining
- Her Aunt and Uncle
- Gym Class
- Anything Tolkien ever wrote
- Inefficiency
- Flowers
- Chocolate
- Greeting Cards
- Losing bets
- The Lottery
- Random people
- Being wrong
History: Heather and Glibert Simmons moved from Cardiff to a Vermont with their young daughter, when she was just three months old.
Little Avery's childhood was a happy one. Her mother was a sweet woman who poured love and affection on her daughter and her husband, and anyone else who needed it. Gilbert didn't love his daughter any less, he was just more reserved with his emotions, and kept them to himself. The farm was a happy place, and Avery had lots of fun just running around, getting underneath her parents feet. She was bright, and by three she could speak, and read simple sentences, and was otherwise brilliant. Heather, who was an instructor at a nearby University, began to teach her child.
Avery was homeschooled for much of her life, and when she was twelve years old, something new and beautiful walked into her life. His name was Kevin Reece, and she adored him. This brilliant, scientific cousin was her idol, and she follwed him about when he was home, peppering him with all sorts of questions. He didn't seem to mind, and the two spent much time together. It was from Kevin she got this love of science that would become her life's passion. Sadly, Kevin wasn't to be a permanent fixture in her life, and when she was thirteen, he returned to England setting things to rights there after the death of his parents. Reeling from the loss of the closest thing to a brother she would ever have, Avery became much more subdued.
Even worse, was the terrible day of May 27th, he day that her mother died. Her mother had been working the farm in the evenings, as was her habit. One of her students had driven out to see her, and ask her opinion of a paper. The boy found her in the barn, and offered to help her bale hay. She accepted and the two worked as they discussed the paper. However, the boy accidentally smacked her with the pitchfork, knocking her off of the ledge of the loft, and to the stone floor beneath. Avery knew that it was the way that she landed that had killed her. She did the maths.
Stunned at the death of his wife, and knowing he could not teach his daughter, Gilbert sent Avery to a Belgian boarding school, and left her there.
Avery adapted well to her new environment. Her willingness to please, paired with both her eagerness to learn and her drive to succeed marked her out early on, and Avery learned and consumed information at a rapid pace. Thanks to frequent contact with her cousin, Avery found a passion for science, and began to excell in that area.
However, not everything was easy for her. Avery was still quite lonely, and her desire of academic excellence didn't help any. Only Kevin's letters kept the girl from having no real companionship those long and lonely years in Belgium. She began to study more, and to watch television. Avery had already decided that Forensic sciences appealed to her, and when she heard about a show called CSI: Crime Scene Investigations, she was hooked.
When she was seventeen, she got the news she'd been waiting for three years to hear. Her father was dead. She spoke with a detective, and he told her it was suicide, and that Avery didn't believe. She insisted that it was not suicide, and pointed out several reasons that it couldn't be: the largest one being the motive of the poor student who had accidentally killed her mother. When they tracked down the boy, he admitted to feelings of guilt over Heather's death. He had gone to apologise to Gilbert, and in a drunken rage, he had attacked. The boy had killed him then, and posed it as suicide.
The Crime Lab supervisor told Avery that once she got a degree, he'd give her a job on the spot.
At seventeen, she was an orphan, and custody of her was awarded to Kevin- a formality, since he allowed her to live her own life, and trusted her to her own decisions. He did help her sell her farm, and manage the money left to her, and the proceeds of the farm so that she could live well while pursuing her education. Upon her Eighteenth birthday, she moved back to America, and began to attend Texas A&M University. There she double majored in Forensic Science and Criminology, adding onto that major, she doubled in Education, and completed a year-long internship at Constance Billiard. She's hoping to obtain her PhD in Forensic Sciences with a specialty in Human Blood Spatter and DNA testing. While she taught at CBA as an intern, she also took internet courses for her degrees. At the end of her year, she obtained a job in Boston as a Crime Scene Investigator, and moved there. She continued her relationship with Zephyr in that process.
She dealt with one case, in which a small child died in her arms. This left her traumatized, and though she struggled and continued to work (With that ever-present distracted smile), everyone knew she was having a hard time. At the request of her boyfriend, and the insistance of her boss, Gwen took a leave of absence. While living in New York, Zephyr was killed by members of the 9, while they were hunting Avery down. Angry, her eagle Azrael descended and killed one of the agents, allowing Avery to escape with her life.
Sample RP: Slender fingers pushed the iPod into the pocket of jeans. Jeans that somehow seemed to fit the hips they rested on perfectly- hugging them just so without being too tight. In fact, they were the young woman's favorite jeans, and she thought fondly of them as she settled the iPod in her pocket, momentarily ignoring the heavy metal music that was currently blasting through the ear buds she'd placed into her ears. It didn't take much to derail Avery's line of thought, and the tangent had been enough as she pondered where exactly she had found the pants, and whether or not she could get another pair if she returned to the establishment....which lead to yet another bunny trail of thought.
Of course by now, Avery had forgotten her original reason for being out. Why had she left home on her day off? She was heading in the entirely wrong direction to be out to visit her cousin, though she couldn't entirely rule it out, as she might simply have had something else on her mind and gone the wrong direction. It had been known to happen. A sigh of frustration escaped her lips, and Avery rolled her eyes, coming to a slow stop. It had just dawned on her that she wasn't even familiar with this part of town. She had no reason at all to be this far down on the street, for she'd never come over here before. Which was just great. Not only did she not know where she was meant to be, she also had no idea where she was.
A welsh curse fell from her lips, and with it a sense of familiarity rose. Her mother had been Welsh, and had often uttered the curse. It made the trendy-looking girl smile, causing some people to pause and give even more notice to the attractive young woman standing in the middle of the street. As she pondered what to do, her hands slipped into the pockets of those perfect jeans so that she could change the song to something with a jazzier beat. The tip of one battered, black converse shoe tapped in time. The girl must have looked to be quite a conundrum. Her beautiful and form-fitting green sweater over the white undershirt screamed fashion when matched with the trendy necklace and the shoulder-length hair that had been straightened and flipped out at the ends. However, her ratty converses, looser-than-necessary jeans, and black canvas bag with the TARDIS on it shrieked nerd.
Avery rather enjoyed it that way.
She had nearly decided to give up and return home when her brown eye caught on a cafe. It had been a long walk, and a cup of tea would be just the thing to set her to rights before walking all the way back home. Besides, she might meet someone new, or discover a new favorite place, or...something. Whatever. At any rate, just as Avery pushed the door open and ignored the annoying bell, a loud crash caught her ears. Flinching, Avery looked automatically towards the source of the noise, and had to indulge in a sweet smile, before taking her earbuds out and dropping the ends into her bag so that she could help the man clean up his mess.
"You see, Max, this is what happens when I'm not around to keep you out of trouble." She teased, trying to catch his eye so that she could judge his mood. Tea would have to wait, it would seem, because a friend as good and close as Max Gideon was becoming was surely more important than tea. Of course, once she'd picked up his mess, she could buy him a new drink, and then sit with him while she enjoyed her own.
Wish that I could fly..., Avery Simmons
