Post by Aryanne Rylie Thompson on Jun 17, 2008 13:51:50 GMT -5
'Aryanne Rylie Thompson
'Things are Shaping Up to Be Pretty Odd;
About The Character
Name:
Aryanne Rylie Thompson
Nicknames:
Ayrie, and whatever else you can come up with
Age:
18
Birthdate:
December 25th
Gender:
Female
School Year:
Senior
School:
Lording's Academy [if there's too many people there you can put her in the other school]
Sexual Orientation:
Bi-curious
'What You Do on Your Own Time's Just Fine;
Likes:
- Drawing
- Music
- Singing
- Playing the piano and the guitar
- Her iPod
- Drinking
- Drinking
- Her stuffed plushies
- Boys..
- Maybe girls
- Read
- Write
Dislikes:
- Rap
- Fake people
- Drugs
- Her whole family except her aunt
- Ignorance
- Bitches/whores/sluts (you name it)
- Being around too many people
- Letting people get too close to her
- Crying in front of others
- Rude people
- Her past
Hobbies:
- Drawing
- Singing
- Pinano
- Guitar(s)
Habits:
- Withdrawing herself
- Holding her emotions from people
- Sarcastic
- Daydreams (alot!)
Goals:
- To finish school and find move off somewhere and forget her past.
- Stop being so shy
- Find love
- Stop denying her emotions
- Prehaps become a singer
Fears:
- Not finding love
- Being alone
- Her family finding her
- People/Her family finding out about her money
- Being used
- Appearing weak
General Personality:
Ayrie is a really sweet and caring person, she just has yet to really show it to people. She is an awfully quiet person. From since joining the tour she never really talks to anyone unless she needs to. Although she is quiet doesn't mean that she can't do anything for her own. Aryanne is quite the independent person. Whatever needs to be done she'll do it. Since she had to learn how to do everything for herself at a young age, she's grown up to live that way, and sometimes it could get her into trouble.
Although she might be terribly quiet Ayrie can surely talk. All you have to do is talk to her. Even though she may give off an impression that she's one of those terribly shy kids, she's really not. She just savors her now time of peace and quiet that she can get. When she does talk though, you'll notice an extreme difference. She's a pretty honest person. Whatever is on her mind she'll let you know, maybe not at that moment, but trust me you WILL know, because
sometimes it may result in one of her "bitchy" moments. Yup! As sweet as she is Aryanne can be a bigger bitch than another, because she will never take anyones...crap so to say.
'You Are My Heroine;
Looks Like:Molly Steele
Appearance:
Aryanne's long brunette hair flows down to her chest. It is usually down, unless it's one of those rare moments where she feels to keep it up. Around her nose and cheeks she has small barely noticeable freckles, but of course she sees them, and usually covers them over with make-up. Aryie's face is soft looking and feminine. Her eyes are a grey color, which she wished was another color. Little does she know that her eyes change different tones depending on her mood. Whenever Aryanne is happey, her eyes would shine and twinkle, making them very bright. Whenever she is pissed or depressed or something of that sort, they shine a very dark green, bright yet dark. And whenever she is sad or crying they would sparkle sorrow, which was beautiful but sad at the same time.
Her body is quite small and petite, which makes her look skinny and tiny. She actually wears a size 0 and a size 1 which alot of people would argue is not healthy for an eighteen year old, but she can't help the way she looks. Aryanne doesn't starve herself or do weird workout diets, she just naturally has a fast metabolizim, which is something that she's actually happy about. Even though she's small, she still has a nice curve to her, that makes her no so stickly so to say. She has hips, a small behind, and small chest, which works out for her.
Clothing Style:
Aryanne's clothing style usually consists of a normal tight or a little loose tee-shirt, and a pait of skinny jeans. Whenever she feels to or feels comfortable a enough she would hear some short. Her style is doesn't really have a label, its more of a casual style. However she feels is however she would dress, and doesn't really care much on what others have to say. Somtimes, she'd put a streak in her hair and other times, she'd just want to be comfortable.
It's all on emotion.
'The Hours That Were Left Behind;
Family:
father .[/b]
f a t h e r -- Alexander Miller - deceased -- died at age 25 (Would of been 42)
a d o p t i v e f a t h e r -- Ryan Fuller -- architect -- 48
, mothers .
m o t h e r -- Amanda Thompson - deceased -- died at age 22 (Would of been 39)
a d o p t i v e m o t h e r / a u n t -- Alexis Fuller -- designer -- 45
, siblings .
a d o p t i v e b r o t h e r / c o u s i n s -- Max Fuller -- 18
a d o p t i v e b r o t h e r / c o u s i n s -- Jonaton Fuller -- 21
History:
Aryanne Rylie Thompson was born in Yorkshire, England to her parents Amanda Thompson and Alexander Miller. Both of her parents were quite young and both
were in college. Aryanne was the product of a wild and crazy realtionship which involed partying and unprotected sex. And of course we all know what unprotected sex can lead to... -baby cry- Yup! Baby time. Unfortunately neither of them was happy at the mistake and Alex wanted to get rid of it. As much as Amanda wanted to agree with him, and she did, she just couldn't let that happen. So Alex broke up with her, calling it quits and breaking all ties of them being together. Because she was in love with him, she wanted to do anything to keep him, but he wouldn't hear it because she still had that "thing or it" inside of her. Her last words to him as he left was that she'd do it. She'd get an abortion. He still left, leaving her in a disarray and on her own, something that was becoming increasingly hard every passing day. It wasn't until she three months from giving birth did Alex return... But with a vengence.
Amanda had left college, after Alex had left her, and started her life as an upcoming single mother. Apparently, Alex thought that she would of gotten rid of the child but, to his dismay, by word of a friend, she didn't. Enraged, and partially drunk, he found her apartment, and made his way toward her room. Busting down the door, he began shouting and yelling at bewildered Amanda. The last thing he told her was if she didn't remove that "thing" from her then he would. And her last words were screams of "No" as he took a knife to her body. He was arrested of course, and had heard what he'd done. He was under the influence and couldn't control himself. While awaiting sentence, he'd heard that she had died the next day after the incident. That night there was another suicide, to add to countless in the county jail. What he didn't know was that the "thing" who infact was a baby girl, had lived but because she was three months prematurely born, her chances were deathly slim. Without a name or any type of parents the hospital and social services decided to send her to live with her grand parents or her aunt, after she was deemed healthy enough to live without the life support and incubator.
Neither of her grandparents wanted anything to do with her, because they figured that she was the reason why, Amanda had died, and she was the reason why she had to drop out of college stopping her from becoming the lawyer or doctor that they both wanted her to be. Little did they know that it wasn't Aryanne's fault, but Amanda never wanted to do any of those things and was quite creative, different and prehaps strange, but lets not forget she was a party gal too.
Apon hearing about her niece who was placed in an awful disposition, her aunt Victoria decided to step to the rescue feeling enraged that no one wanted to step up to the plate and take care of their family. The only reason she hadn't known was because she had perviously worked in France, and came home for a visit. Her parents had breifly told her that Amanda had died, and left it as that. Apparently they were disowning her for having a child out of wed-lock and being out of their standards. Victoria moved her work here and visited her niece everyday for the next month. Talking to the social worker helped her get easier custody of the baby, and they even let her name her. Victoria named her Aryanne, meaning "very holy" because she could see something special in the baby, despite her past. Victoria was not married so she gave Aryanne her last name and took her in as her own.
Growing up Victoria realized that Aryanne was quite a special child. She showed special abilities when it came to drawing, and music. But her own problem was that she wasn't very social and was actually very shy. Aryanne and Victoria had the perfect mother, daughter relationship, and even best friends but, her grandparents were the people who came in the way. They often blamed her for everything and Victoria always saved her and stuck up for her of course, since Aryanne was like her own child. Whenever Victoria wasn't there they would tell her such awful things about how they hated her and how she should of died with her mother and father. When she was 10, this caused Aryanne to wonder what really happened so she asked Victoria, who she, at point, believe that she was her actual mother. Victoria confessed what actually happened and Aryanne began to cry, and it bothered her. Victoria helped her overcome her sadness, and made her feel better as always. But there was still her awful grandparents who were the upmost mean to her and went out of their way to make her life hell. She loved Aunt Vickie with all her heart and was the only one she ever trusted. Aunt Vickie her be herself, dressing how ever she wanted to and doing whatever, as long it was safe. Which was when Aryanne found her love for Victorian era clothing at age 9. And of course she found her love in rock, and black clothing. She dressed causally of course but Victoria didn't stop her and only encouraged it, and encouraged her to be herself and love herself no matter what.
Aryanne had a good childhood and early adolsent years until the day her world came crashing down all around her in a whirlwind of hell.It was 11 pm and Victoria wasn't home. Twelve year old, Aryanne was very much worried. She couldn't phone her grand parents and had no one to call but, 9-1-1. That being her only alternative she reached her hand to pick up the reciever and at the same time it rang. Hoping it was Aunty Vickie, she snatched up the phone talking in a fast pace, believing it was her, but it wasn't. Instead of that soft, loving, feminine voice on the other line it was a male's and there was alot of commotion on the other side of the line. The commotion on the other line was that of a horrible highway car cash. Auntie Vickie had died in this car crash, her car had ended up rammed into the side of the highway. That night Aryanne had cried her eyes up, crying herself to sleep in the foster home.
Victoria's funeral was hard to attend and look at, and her evil ass grandparents didn't even let her speaking claiming that she didn't actually know Victoria. It took a couple of weeks ,after, for her grand parents to take her in from the foster home, and they did, very relunctantly, since they did not want to seem like the unloving type, because their reputation meant everything to them.The two years of untimate hell with her granparents was fates worst than death. They sent her to room in the farest corner of their huge house. A corner where no hardly ever went, unless it was to see her of course, which was hardly ever. They made sure that she knew that they hated her and was absolutely
digusted with everything about her. At one point they even told her that everyone she loved dies, and not to ever think about loving them, because they don't want to die along with them. They were disgusting and they made her cry almost everyday for the hell of it. It seemed like they were hell bent on making her suffer, and they did. Through the whole process Victoria never stopped acting like herself, wearing all the clothes that her and Aunty Victoria had bought, and doing the things she liked. Of course they hated this about her and didn't even try to change her, just critize her saying awful things. That's when she found the old piano that was hidden on her side of the house and tought herself to play and sing. She began to write music, and draw more getting out her anger and emotion.
Being the devils themselves they told Victoria to stay in her room and never make a peep whenever they had guest. This time it was Thanksgiving, and her other aunt was here with her husband and two children. Sadly, they were older than her and that whole family was just alike. When they heard of Aryanne living there they were disgusted and her cousins laughed at her. Sneaking off, her two boy cousins, decided to go and see this "thing" and make fun of her. Once the entered the other side of the house, they neared her room and heard the piano playing at a room further down the hall. Following the sound, the opened the down and found her. Aryanne was thirteen, Max was 15, and Jonaton was 17 and it was then did she discover the meaning of sexual abuse, since her body was devolping better than it should have. Finally getting away from her cousins' evil hands, and laughter she ran to the adults running her eyes out. She didn't know they were having dinner and all gasp at her appearance, and her aunt and uncle gasping at her atire, of a simple red shirt and plaid red and black skirt. Her grandparents yelled and fussed at her telling her to return to her room immeidately calling her names and giving her unapproving stares and criticism. They called her cousins from that part of the house and telling them to stay put in the lounge area. Angelque felt hurt and began to cry in her room.
She cried heavy tears as they left, laughing of course, her innocence gone, and taken from her forever. It was painful and they made it no easier on her.
Little did she know that, at the dinner table her grandparents decided to hand her over to her aunt. Well actually they kind of gave her up since her aunt suggested coming back to their home in across the way with her and her family to teach her some real class and how to act and dress. Without thinking they agreed on the spot. After dinner they went to Aryanne's room and fed her food, and then told her to pack up. Scared, and bewildered she did as she was ordered, and took all of her things down the stairs. There her aunt, her husband and thier two assholes, were waiting for her at the door. Confused and scared she asked what was going on. Her two cousins smiled deviously and put their arms around her and said that she'll be living with them from then on. Cryng and screaming shebegged to stay with her grandparents only having them embarass her and tell her no and that they want her gone and have waited for this day for the last two years. They only felt sorry for Alexis, because she was taking such a terrible thing in her house.
The next years were torture. The sexual abuse never stopped and neither did the abuse and, the name calling. No one understood her and she still had Victoria's words ringing in her head "Be yourself and love yourself... And when you feel no one doesn't I do and always will". This encouraged her to continue living her life although no one was helping making it easier. Life in Yorkshire wasn't easy at all, she was a different kid and she hadn't known anyone at all. Plus, her two lovely cousins, told people the most flattering things about her...NOT. Rumors spread that she was brought back to live there because she a crazy, wild child, and was already in jail more than once. She drank, had promiscuous sex, and was just out there. None of this was true but, she continued to some how live. Once she turned seventeen she had heard of this school that was actually quite good. Aryanne knew that with her high grades she could go and do whatever she pleased. Taking up on this, when she got the chance she left england and her family for good, and started her senior year at Lording's Academy. It was around then that Aryanne realized that she was rich. Her aunt had left her, all the money that her successful bussiness had made in hopes that she'd do something with it. But, that'll reamin Aryanne's little secret for now.
'Imagine Knowing Me;
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RP Sample:
"Michael! You know that I've been doing my fair share of work around here! Jus-,"
"Listen! I don't care! I'm tired of being the only one around here with an actual job!"As the voices of Michael and Katherine's usual bickering filled their home, Kimmy grabbed her black, white and, grey grafitti sweater, along with her Hayley, her little sister's, little grey sweater and her blue and purple stroller. They both hated it when their mother and step-father fought. it just brought a
horrible tension in the air, that could be felt atfirst notice. Plus, if he was to hit her again, Kimmy rather it but just them alone, than with her and Hayley present in the house. Sure it seemed kind of harsh but her mother should of known what type of man she was leaving her father for before she signed the divorce papers.
They both exited the house, quiet, for this was a normal routine but, it was something they deaded doing. Kimmy and Hayley walked to the end of their driveway when she stopped to put on her sweater, and to put on Hayley's, since a few blast of wind made it seem a little chilly. No sooner did Kimmy have the zipper on Hayley's jacket up, did she want to go into the stroller. It was a good thing she had brought it, for Kimmy always knew how tiresome Hayley could get sometimes, and from past experinces with Hayley, the last thing anyone needed was a cranky four year old in a public place. Granting her wishes Kimmy gently lifted the tiny four year old into her arms and quickly fixed the stroller so that it would be a quick and easy process getting her in, rather than being delayed because certain ropes and buckles were being hidden under some body part. Gingerly she eased the fragile looking toddler into the stroller, and then fastens the belts so that she was securely held into place.
"Okay!" Kimmy playfully squealed with a smile. Somehow she always managed a smile and carried on with her life especially when it came to her little sister. Kimmy laughed and then began to playfully tickle Hayley on her stomach causing the little girl to squeal in a fit of giggles. She walked around to the back of the stroller, and smiled, " Where to miss?" She asked, her sentence filled with giggles. It was beginning to feel like everyday to her, after a while of faking smiles you really learn how to act like everything is just peachy...When it's really not.
"The park!" Hayley squealed giggling too of course, but her laughter was one of genuine value unlike Kimmy's which was years of acting. "Away we go then!" Kimmy said beginning to push the stroller, and then picking up pace and speed, until she reached a point where she was almost running, at that point Hayley had already out-laughed herself and was now enjoying the view of the "fast lane" giggling often. But of course Kimmy slowed down aware at the fact that Hayley could possibly fall out and that wasn't going to happen... Not on her watch. Kimmy was now at a sort of 'power-walking' mode. After about a few minutes of walking they finally reached the park. It's two playgrounds apparent from afar glistened in Hayley's eyes as she became eagar to get out of the stroller as Kimmy tried to walk over to a park bench so that she could leave the stroller and also sit, when Hayley was tired of her run around.
Finally finding an empty park bench with no one around to steal her spot. She sat down and unfastened the belts around Hayley's waist. No sooner were they unfastened Hayley jumped out of the stroller and ran as fast as her tiny legs could of took her. "Hayley! Wait!" Kimmy said as she left the stroller in place and ran after Hayley. Luckly the swingers weren't far and Hayley was litterally climbing on Kimmy just to get into a swing. No one occupied the baby swings so Kimmy lifted her up and placed her into the swing, swinging Hayley as far and as fast as she thought a four year old should go. After about 5 minutes of swinging Hayley wanted to get out, but for another reason. Kimmy was confused and decided to let the child out anyway. No sooner was haley out of the swings and out of Kimmy's clutches she, fast, yelling something about a balloon.
Since it was free balloon day in the park, the balloon man was standing near the middle of the park with his ballon cart by his side handout balloons to any random children that passed by. Hayley had saw the vibrant colors from the ballon stand, along with the many ballons floating in the air and wanted one, and now this was where she was headed but Kimmy had no clue. Hayley was close to reaching her destination until she ran straight into someone's legs, causing her to crash unto the ground...
"Listen! I don't care! I'm tired of being the only one around here with an actual job!"As the voices of Michael and Katherine's usual bickering filled their home, Kimmy grabbed her black, white and, grey grafitti sweater, along with her Hayley, her little sister's, little grey sweater and her blue and purple stroller. They both hated it when their mother and step-father fought. it just brought a
horrible tension in the air, that could be felt atfirst notice. Plus, if he was to hit her again, Kimmy rather it but just them alone, than with her and Hayley present in the house. Sure it seemed kind of harsh but her mother should of known what type of man she was leaving her father for before she signed the divorce papers.
They both exited the house, quiet, for this was a normal routine but, it was something they deaded doing. Kimmy and Hayley walked to the end of their driveway when she stopped to put on her sweater, and to put on Hayley's, since a few blast of wind made it seem a little chilly. No sooner did Kimmy have the zipper on Hayley's jacket up, did she want to go into the stroller. It was a good thing she had brought it, for Kimmy always knew how tiresome Hayley could get sometimes, and from past experinces with Hayley, the last thing anyone needed was a cranky four year old in a public place. Granting her wishes Kimmy gently lifted the tiny four year old into her arms and quickly fixed the stroller so that it would be a quick and easy process getting her in, rather than being delayed because certain ropes and buckles were being hidden under some body part. Gingerly she eased the fragile looking toddler into the stroller, and then fastens the belts so that she was securely held into place.
"Okay!" Kimmy playfully squealed with a smile. Somehow she always managed a smile and carried on with her life especially when it came to her little sister. Kimmy laughed and then began to playfully tickle Hayley on her stomach causing the little girl to squeal in a fit of giggles. She walked around to the back of the stroller, and smiled, " Where to miss?" She asked, her sentence filled with giggles. It was beginning to feel like everyday to her, after a while of faking smiles you really learn how to act like everything is just peachy...When it's really not.
"The park!" Hayley squealed giggling too of course, but her laughter was one of genuine value unlike Kimmy's which was years of acting. "Away we go then!" Kimmy said beginning to push the stroller, and then picking up pace and speed, until she reached a point where she was almost running, at that point Hayley had already out-laughed herself and was now enjoying the view of the "fast lane" giggling often. But of course Kimmy slowed down aware at the fact that Hayley could possibly fall out and that wasn't going to happen... Not on her watch. Kimmy was now at a sort of 'power-walking' mode. After about a few minutes of walking they finally reached the park. It's two playgrounds apparent from afar glistened in Hayley's eyes as she became eagar to get out of the stroller as Kimmy tried to walk over to a park bench so that she could leave the stroller and also sit, when Hayley was tired of her run around.
Finally finding an empty park bench with no one around to steal her spot. She sat down and unfastened the belts around Hayley's waist. No sooner were they unfastened Hayley jumped out of the stroller and ran as fast as her tiny legs could of took her. "Hayley! Wait!" Kimmy said as she left the stroller in place and ran after Hayley. Luckly the swingers weren't far and Hayley was litterally climbing on Kimmy just to get into a swing. No one occupied the baby swings so Kimmy lifted her up and placed her into the swing, swinging Hayley as far and as fast as she thought a four year old should go. After about 5 minutes of swinging Hayley wanted to get out, but for another reason. Kimmy was confused and decided to let the child out anyway. No sooner was haley out of the swings and out of Kimmy's clutches she, fast, yelling something about a balloon.
Since it was free balloon day in the park, the balloon man was standing near the middle of the park with his ballon cart by his side handout balloons to any random children that passed by. Hayley had saw the vibrant colors from the ballon stand, along with the many ballons floating in the air and wanted one, and now this was where she was headed but Kimmy had no clue. Hayley was close to reaching her destination until she ran straight into someone's legs, causing her to crash unto the ground...