Avery Dawson

AVERY CARINA DAWSON

don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore

| B A S I C S |

Name Avery Carina Dawson
Nicknames Avery.
PB Amelia Warner!
Age 19 [april 16]
Sex female
Year Sophomore
Major Studio Art
Minor none declared
Occupation lulz jobs are for people who don't have money.
Hometown Orange Island

| P E R S O N A L I T Y |

Having grown up with no strong moral influences, Avery's moral compass does not exactly point due north. While she would never do something seriously wrong, like murder someone, her definition of things that she shouldn't do is fluid and the line between right and wrong is a bit blurry. Though her heart's in the right place [mostly], she has a difficult time relating this to her actual life. She's not the sort of person that you want your younger children around because she's terrible at censoring herself and is prone to talking about inappropriate things at all times. For that matter, she hates children and the fact that they're needy and clingy. Nonetheless, Avery often finds herself drawn to protecting things and making sure they're okay. She's spent most of her grown life taking care of her grandfather and has gotten used to it. Avery considers herself strong and emotionally fortitudinous and prides herself on never letting others see her upset. She never cries, and hasn't since she was about ten, and even when she's alone, she's just gotten too used to pretending everything is okay to do anything.

That's not to say that there aren't signs when she's upset. Avery's first reaction to everything is anger. She skips sadness and grief and moves straight to rage. She's quick to react and parce out blame and sees no problem with yelling at anything she feels like. Avery has always been fairly impulsive. Her instinct is to punch first, ask questions later and this is a method that has always worked for her. She's aggressive and even her grandfather, around whom she is much more sedate, has suggested that she go to anger management therapy. Avery never has, though, because Avery likes getting angry. Since she doesn't like people to see her upset or even happy, anger is a way to express herself and she thrives under it. She's attracted to conflict like a moth to a flame, be it conflict that's her own or someone else's. When she's arguing, she's at her happiest because she's stubborn and she's proud of it. She never backs down, even if at some point she realizes she's wrong and she clings to her side like a dog whose gotten hold of a bone.

Since her parents up and left her with only a man unfit to care for children as her guardian, Avery's learned to be self-sufficient. She can't cook and she can't really clean very well, but she can take care of herself and would be perfectly capable of running her own life, so long as frozen food, delivery services, and ramen exist. Also due to being abandoned, Avery was left with some pretty big abandonment issues. She's prone to getting very attached to things, which is why she forces herself to remain as unattached as possible. If anything ever happened to her grandfather, Evander, or even her butler, Avery would have a hard time coping. She knows she would not do well with breakups or serious friendships fading away, so she does not forge those kinds of bonds. Despite this, people sometimes flock to Avery for her confidence and natural ability to stand out and yell at people to get what she wants. If she decides to actually be serious and care, she gives pretty good advice. She tends to see the world in what makes sense and what doesn't, so she's good at breaking people's problems down to the basics and figuring out what to do from there. Some people dislike this approach, but Avery likes to think that she's usually right.

Most of Avery's life has been spent trying to get attention. Since her parents ignored her from an early age, she got used to being ignored and instead of submitting to this, she reacted by lashing out. She got used to being the problem child, even if it didn't really work out for her as she wanted it to. She's gotten used to doing most things without consequences, though she did have a brief stint in highschool where she got arrested so frequently, she made friends with a lot of the cops at the station. Other than that, though, she exists in a state of teenage invincibility. She's been drinking since she was fifteen with little regard for the possible consequences and, though she doesn't steal things from stores much anymore, she still gets a thrill whenever she can steal and not get caught. She usually just buys things, though. Her concept of money is that she has got it and she can spend it, so why not? She has no need for a job, nor does she need the scholarship she has. She's majoring in studio art because her trust fund will enable her to have a low-paying career and still have enough money to live very comfortably.

Because of this, she not only likes being excessive, but she can fund her excessive habits. She would like people to think that she buys all of her clothes at thrift stores, but a close look at any of her boots, bags, or leather jackets will tell you that they are carefully selected and well paid for. It's not that she likes expensive things because they are expensive, but she likes the things she buys to be high-quality and she is fine with spending as much money as she needs for them. Her car is another story, but that's only because she doesn't need to drive too often or too far and it's more a matter of pride than money. Avery is very proud and very confident, at least on the outside. Not to say that she's actually insecure, because she knows she's attractive and how to dress and doesn't need people to tell her that she is, but she's only really confident and aggressive because she wants people to notice her and talk about her. She's defensive when it comes to things about her family, her life, her style, or anything she takes pride in and she can be illogical when defending it, but she'll defend it until it kills her.


Strengths: Assertive If she [or anyone else] needs something done, you can rest assured that it will get done and it will get done quickly. She doesn't waffle around when she needs something--requests are direct, to the point, and usually not very polite.

Caring Not that she would ever let anyone say this about her, but Avery has a soft spot for people who might have a bit of trouble taking care of themselves fully. Her methods of caring may not be the most orthodox or even the most effective, but she tries. It comes from caring for her ancient grandfather.

Loyal Avery might not exactly be nice to everyone and she might be much more likely to leave them if the situation rose where one of them might have to do that, but if anyone needs their back had, Avery has got it. Yes.

Weaknesses: Aggressive Avery likes to start fights. She likes to be in fights. She is unafraid to assert herself in any situation, especially if it involves authority figures. She also has a bit of an anger problem.

Instigator Not only does she like fighting herself, she just likes to be around conflict. She'll be the first bystander of a fight to start shouting lies to egg everyone on.

Dramatic Avery likes attention and is unafraid to embellish on a situation to get it. She gets very emotional about things and is prone to fits of anger.

Talents & Skills: Most things artistic, speedboating, retaining information.

Weaknesses: Team activities, cooking, driving.

Likes: leather jackets, art, dessert, video games, booze, arguing, classic rock, doing makeup--especially costume makeup.
Dislikes: children, rodents, modern art, anyone involved in Greek life, orange, rollercoasters, heights.


| H I S T O R Y |
When Richard and Charlotte Dawson got married at 28 and 24, neither of them was ready to have children. Two years later, they still weren't ready--in fact, if they'd had their way, they would probably never have been ready for children. Richard's father, Anthony Dawson, had been a politician in Florida for several decades and Richard himself was presumed to eventually be going into politics as well. For now, he was a partner at the law firm of his best friend, Rosemont. The Dawsons were a family of money anyway and they owned real estate all along the east coast, so Charlotte never had to work. She and the Rosemont Wife were involved in society at the country club and they were the happiest two newlyweds around.

Just because they weren't ready for children, however, it did not mean that they weren't having sex and when Charlotte was 26, she found that she was pregnant. Despite the fact that their public political stance had always been anti-birth control, the Dawsons were avid users of birth control so as to prevent an occurrence such as this one. Charlotte considered aborting it or giving it up for adoption, but since they were well off and the baby was perfectly healthy, they could see no logical reason for doing this and so prepared for a child to become part of the family. The only good they saw of this was something for Anthony to love--his health had deteriorated over the years and he'd been wheelchair bound for about three. He lived on the second floor of their Orange Island split level and got around via the elevator. They could put a baby in his room and together, they could sit and watch game shows. It was the perfect plan.

Having so easily given up responsibility of their future offspring while it was still in the womb, Charlotte hadn't realized how much work she would have to do when the girl was actually born. Giving birth was as painful as she'd been led to believe it would be and, in the end, she had to have a c-section to make sure everything turned out okay. She was not impressed with the fact that she would forever have a pooch she couldn't get rid of--and a child--but at least the baby was out of her body now. She was named Avery, after her grandfather, and Carina, after her late grandmother Carla. The second Avery and Charlotte were home from the hospital and Charlotte actually tried to use some of the gadgets she'd gotten at her baby shower--like the breast pump from her mother--she put her foot down and hunted for a nanny agency.

Avery was an attention-starved baby. Instead of finding a nanny, they had a regular babysitter who would come and sit with her during the day while Charlotte was at the country club. The babysitter was attentive, but as soon as she had potty-trained Avery, the babysitter was deemed no longer necessary and let go. Avery was two at the time and an energetic little terror. This didn't bother her parents at all--both of them spent as much time away from the house as possible, coming home usually at dinner time. They spent time with their daughter on weekends, but there were rarely family activities. For the most part, Avery spent her time with the Rosemont's youngest son, Evander, only about four months younger than her, since they all lived next door. When she wasn't with him, she was with her butler or her grandfather.

Though her grandfather would have loved to play with her, he couldn't move around very much. Instead, he taught her to read. Whenever Avery calmed down from her crazy energy, she would sit on his floor and color or sit in his bed and read with him. When she was three, her parents started sending her to private daycare. It was only half a day, but it was the early half and there she got to expend most of her violent energy before she came back to sit with grandpa. Avery was a bully from the moment she was around other children. She was loudmouthed, obnoxious, and bossy and all the other children learned to stay out of her way. She misbehaved for teachers, got plenty of notes sent home to her parents, and was never disciplined. If she had been, she probably would have stopped fairly quickly, but no one ever seemed to bother to punish her, so she continued.

On Avery's fourth birthday, her parents had a marginal change of heart. They threw her a small party--none of the parents of the other children liked Avery, except for Evander--and it was just the four in the house, the Rosemonts and their two children. The fact that their child could speak and read her own birthday cards actually delighted Charlotte and Richard and for the first time, they felt like they could be real parents. After the party, they made a new and conscious effort to be there more often. Charlotte came home from the country club in the early afternoon, leaving Avery with her grandfather for only a few hours and not all the way until dinner time. Every friday, Richard came home early and they all did something together--something like go to the park, go out to eat, or go to the movies.

This lasted about a month and a half. It might have gone on longer had Avery been older and able to do more things, but after four weeks of going to the park, Richard got bored and decided he would rather be at work. He could still spend time with his family, he rationed, at dinner and on weekends. Charlotte was unsure of what to do with her child on her own. During the afternoon, she put on the television or watched her outside playing with the boys next door, but when faced with entertaining her child with her own hands, she was at a loss. She again started to spend more and more time at the country club, leaving Avery with their butler and her grandfather. It was hard for Avery to stay cooped up inside since she just wanted to run around and play, and she frequently got into scrapes that only the butler was willing to clean up.

Charlotte promised herself that, once Avery was older, things would be better. She would calm down because she wouldn't have as much childish energy and they could become friends. The best thing that ever happened to Avery--for Charlotte--was starting kindergarten. Avery was upset because her best friend was not with her, being a grade behind her, but Charlotte was delighted that she finally had a full day of school. The extra two and a half hours made everything easier--Avery was used to Charlotte not being home for a few hours and she was more tired after a full day of school, so Charlotte could, without guilt, come home at dinner time and then they could be a family, watch TV, and then put her to bed. Every night, there was a story read, even though Avery could easily read to herself, and this made Charlotte feel like a better parent.

After awhile, though, as Avery approached the Christmas holidays from her first year of kindergarten, she started insisting that her grandfather read to her. She had mentioned it before when she was younger, but since she'd always been easily distracted, Charlotte had always put her to bed. She was getting older, though, and more articulate with demands--and she did make a lot of demands. It was good for her grandfather to get out of bed, something he rarely did outside of dinner time because his children never paid attention to him, so he started lumbering down the hall to read his granddaughter her goodnight story. Eventually, Charlotte was hardly needed at all. She tried to see this as a positive--after all, less responsibility was all she'd ever wanted--but she couldn't help feeling like she'd failed as a mother and as a person.

While Avery, like every child, just wanted to please and love her parents, she was always drawn to her grandfather as her favorite. She spent most of her time with him and Evander, since Evander's brother and parents did not create an ideal home environment either. Her grandfather was always caring and understanding and he was the one they both ran to when they hurt themselves or fought or needed a playmate. Charlotte started to feel neglected herself, despite the fact that she spent as much time as possible out of the house and away from her daughter. She had been used to Avery trying to please her as a younger child, often wanting to read to her or watch television, but now Avery seemed generally uninterested, so long as her grandfather was there.

Charlotte didn't know what to do. She had never wanted children and the way things were going with her only child just reinforced that notion. Avery finished kindergarten and only got more headstrong and boisterous. Charlotte still got complaints from her teachers, but she wasn't sure what to do about it. She could only hope that, once Evander was in the same school as her, she would calm down because she had a friend. That summer, they sent Avery to camp for two weeks, but the rest of her summer was spent at home, running around outside with Evander and fighting with his older brother and his friends--who were all about to go into fifth grade. She could not persuade her daughter to stay inside with her, no matter how hard she tried. Admittedly, she didn't try very hard and so she just had to content herself with reading outside or chatting with Evander's mother.

September became a goal, a sticker on her calendar that couldn't be moved. It marked the first day of school, a day that Charlotte was both looking forward to and dreading. September became so ingrained in her mind that in later years, it was the only time of year she could associate with her daughter. When Avery finally went back to school, it was a miracle. Charlotte's new school year resolution was to be back from the club by the time Avery got home from school and force herself to take an interest in her life, despite the fact that she didn't know how to pretend she was interested in things like spelling and colors. She did well with this for a bit--when Avery came home, she would look through her backpack, carefully setting aside the letters detailing her misconduct so as not to discourage Avery from sharing her life with her by punishing her.

She could only be interested in her school things for so long each day. After half an hour of talking about Avery's day, Charlotte was bored and Avery was bored and wanted to either run next door or upstairs and she didn't know how to say no. This half an hour, however, seemed to be doing good things. After a few eeks, Avery started allowing her mother to read her bed time story. Sometimes, Avery would read it to her instead. The only problem with their newfound semi-togetherness was that Richard was never there. He didn't know what to do with a little girl and so at night, he would sit and watch TV while Charlotte put their daughter to sleep. Since she was starting to do this every night, they started to spend less and less time together. It used to be that Saturday night was date night and that, once Avery was asleep all the other nights, they would spend time with each other. Now, however, Richard was spending more and more time at the office and then going to the country club himself for a cigar and a drink with the guys.

Charlotte's family was falling apart and it was all because they'd had a daughter--this was clear. She didn't know what to do because as soon as she started spending more time with one, she would lose the other. She knew in her heart which one she'd choose if she had to, but she refused to ask herself this question so that she could avoid owning up to the truth. Instead, she ignored the fact that there were problems and tried to do her best. The fact that her husband didn't seem to want to spend time with her anymore, though, was not a problem that was as easy to ignore as she'd hoped it would be and soon, she had to deal with a daughter who still preferred her grandfather and a husband who had no intentions of being at home unless his wife was waiting on him hand and foot. She had to think of something to do or she would go crazy.

The Christmas holidays provided her the perfect opportunity. Usually, they spent the holidays with the Rosemonts. Now, however, Richard's sister, Jean, had just had a second baby and they hadn't seen them in years, since her husband was a senator in North Carolina and rarely left the state except to winter in Aspen. It was decided that they would all winter in Aspen this year and have a real white Christmas. This, Charlotte knew, would be the perfect time to make her family whole again. Once Richard saw that people could cope with two children, he would see that having one daughter was easy and that they would survive. Perhaps even Charlotte would learn a thing or two about how to deal with bratty little girls--she had heard from Jean's husband that their daughter was as prissy as Avery was boisterous.

The only problem with this was that Avery's grandfather was too frail to travel and would have to stay home. He was fine with spending the holidays with the Rosemonts--after all, his family hardly acknowledged him, even at dinner time--and Charlotte and Richard were also fine with this. Avery, however, was not fine and as soon as she found out that their family vacation would not include her grandfather, she screamed and cried and protested and demanded that she be left home if he had to be. Even though Evander would be with him, Avery could not be soothed--especially since she would be without Evander and her grandfather. Eventually, after all of the arguing and fighting, Richard decided that they would leave Avery at home and he and Charlotte would have a lovely skiing trip with his sister and her spoiled children.

Avery had a wonderful Christmas with her grandfather and best friend, but Charlotte spent most of Christmas feeling guilty about how relieved she was to be away from home. She missed her daughter, but she did not miss all of the effort she put into trying to be her friend and she did not miss being ignored by her husband. Richard and Charlotte renewed their romance by the fireplace of their cabin every night while they were away and Charlotte knew that her husband was happier than he'd been in years. Charlotte was happy, too, but she missed her home and worried about the time that Avery was spending away from her, learning to not care about her anymore. She was almost positive that she would have to re-earn the privilege of reading to Avery and this made her dread the return flight more than she thought possible.

It was an innocuous statement by Richard as they were snuggled close together on their last night in Aspen that really changed things. They had both been at the wine, but neither was too far from sober and Richard mentioned that it would be nice to just leave like this forever. Charlotte didn't know if he remembered this in the morning, in a week, months later, but the line stuck with her and it was all she could think about the next day as they boarded the plane. Even when they landed again, she was still thinking about it. There was a limosine to take them back to their house and Charlotte might have stopped thinking about it had Avery been waiting for her upon her return. Instead, Avery remained outside with Evander. She and her mother made eye contact as Charlotte got out of the car, but that was it. There was no greeting after two weeks of separation until that night at dinner.

After that, Charlotte tried to regain Avery's trust. She knew that her daughter was upset that they had left, even though she'd gotten her way about staying, but she didn't know what to do. To assuage her guilt, she bought her things--all sorts toys, clothes, movies, books, anything she wanted. Even though Avery liked her new things, she still spent more time with Evander and her grandfather than Charlotte and as each day went on, the thought that they could just leave and never come back pounded louder and louder in her brain. Avery's birthday neared and Charlotte realized that she had already bought her everything she could ever want, so she instead promised a trip to Disney World. Avery refused to go anywhere overnight unless her grandfather, the story teller, could go as well and when she denied her birthday trip, something in Charlotte snapped.

She and Richard stayed up late that night talking. Charlotte had never intended to go through with it, but once she'd brought up what Richard had said months ago, in Aspen, he took it and ran with it. He hated having a child, hated having to share his life. He didn't know what to do with a child. Their child didn't even like them--Avery would be much happier if they just disappeared. Charlotte took more convincing than she'd expecting, but less than she'd hoped, and by the next morning, Richard was applying to be transferred from his firm to another location and Charlotte was forcing herself to tell her best friend what was going on. She may not have agreed with her methods, but everyone knew Avery and no one could fault them for being tired of her.

The final thing to be done was to have Avery's grandfather become her legal guardian and this almost stopped Charlotte. She couldn't tell him herself, especially because, while he was awake, Avery was likely to be in his room, so she left that up to Richard while she tried to make Avery like her and be entertained by her. Finally, that was settled. Avery's seventh birthday had passed and she was just getting out of school for the summer when Charlotte and Richard finished packing up their things and deemed it time to go. They had an apartment all set up for them in North Carolina, where Richard would be working with Jean's husband, and all that was left to do now was actually leave.

The night before they planned to do so, Charlotte forced Avery to let her read her bedtime story. Avery relented faster than she'd expected and Charlotte thought about staying. Perhaps Avery had picked up on the fact that something was going on and was reacting to it. However, when Charlotte went to hug and kiss her goodnight, she was as stubborn as always and presented her cheek to her obligatorily, not returning the gesture. Charlotte stayed in her room until she fell asleep figuring that would be the best time to say goodbye to her. Had Avery woken up while Charlotte was hugging her and perhaps hugged her back, things might have been different. Charlotte knew that, after she whispred to Avery that she loved her, had Avery woken up and whispered it back, she would have stayed. Avery's eyelids fluttered with the movement, but she didn't acknowledge anything and soon she was back asleep. Charlotte left.

Charlotte cried every day for the next few months. Avery cried once, when she learned that they weren't coming back, but Avery had never been one for tears and once she'd gotten over her initial jag, she was stoic. Her mother had never really been a presence in her life, except as a person that she saw every day, and so her absence was only felt as the absence of a routine. Of course, Avery missed her because she was her mother and children miss their mothers, but she didn't really miss the person so much as the idea and so she never felt traditionally sad. Instead, as she had when they'd left that Christmas, Avery got angry. She was never angry with her grandfather or Evander, but most of her anger was directed toward herself and so anyone who wasn't the two males in her life was on the receiving end of it.

If schools had thought Avery was a bully before, it was nothing compared to how she was now. While simultaneously setting herself up as Evander's protector, Avery became the most feared child on the playground. She lashed out at everyone, especially teachers and other adults, and was ultimately labelled a problem child and ignored again, like she had been for so many years of her schooling. Being ignored had never sat well with Avery and especially now that she was getting no attention from her parents, she had to act out more. Second grade was a difficult year for everyone involved, though it would have been more difficult if her teachers had actually tried to fix the problem instead of ignoring it and hoping it would go away. If it weren't for her grandfather, Avery would probably have grown up stupid because she certainly didn't pay attention in school. It was only at home, when she would crawl into his bed and play there, that she was forced to retain her lessons and relay them to him.

As Avery moved on through school to the later grades where everything wasn't all coloring and silly worksheets, it turned out that she was actually good at academics. Because of her grandfather's careful tutelage, Avery was quick to grasp new concepts and good at understanding what she was reading. Though her teachers thought she was a terrible student because it never seemed like she was paying attention or did anything, she always got As and always had her homework done. This was largely due to her having less and less things to do with her grandfather, being that she was getting older and was no longer happy to sit in his bedroom and color. Instead, she sat in his bedroom and did homework. When she had books to read, she would read them to him and this way, they were entertaining both of them.

The fact that she had a loving grandfather was the only thing that kept her going in school, especially when she got to middle school. Not only did she hate everything and everyone, but she was getting those pubescent type hormones which made her rage like no other. She spent sixth, seventh, and eighth grade terrorizing the rich private school kids like the best of bullies. As she got older, it became easier for her to focus her aggression in ways that were more satisfying for her. Bullying for intimidation's sake started to lose its appeal, especially since all the boys were growing and, while plenty of them steered clear of her, most of them weren't strictly afraid of her anymore. Instead, it was much more fun to break things and steal things.

While Avery certainly wasn't a loner--she always had people that she vaguely cared about and talked to and, of course, Evander--she never had too many friends, since she scared most of them off. None of the girls in her grade had any love for her, but they had love for almost everyone else and when they were all in eighth and ninth grade, couples started popping up everywhere. Girls in the girls' room would brag about how far they'd gone and talk about their sex lives in the privacy of their same-sex area. Of course, most of it was just kissing, but it was soon apparent to Avery that she was late and clearly missing out on something. The problem with this was that she hated almost everyone around her and, while there were plenty of celebrities to whom she would have willingly given her virginity, there was no one accessible that she would have even allowed near her mouth.

And then there was Adrian. Evander's brother was four years older and in his senior year of highschool when Avery was a freshman and they had never gotten along. Adrian was proud and a stereotypical rich kid and had never been nice to his brother and this never sat well with Avery as Evander's self-appointed protector. Unfortunately, because they were neighbors and because Evander and Avery spent every waking minute together, she and Adrian were often forced together, especially on holidays. The only good thing she could ever say about him was that he was attractive and he always had been. When she was younger, she'd had a crush on him, but it was in a little girl sort of way and that had disappeared as soon as she realized that he was a terrible person.

Hormones don't care about a person's character, however, and Avery found herself looking with new light on Adrian midway through her freshman year. She may have hated him, but she knew him and she knew there would be no lies with him--they both were very open about their feelings toward one another. In the end, she didn't even make the first move. Maybe she'd been the one to accidentally-on-purpose orchestrate them falling into the same corner together, but that had been her only level of planning and by the time they were making out, she could easily delude herself into believing that it had been entirely up to him.

Kissing Adrian was much better than socializing with Adrian and Avery found that everyone was right--kissing was pretty great. He was surprisingly respectful and didn't have wandering hands or anything and by the time they were done, both were in unanimous agreement that they should do it again sometime very soon. They did and they did many times over, but even so, neither liked the other any more than they had previously and it was no big thing to Avery when the school year ended and Adrian went off to college. Another thing they were both in agreement on was that Evander should never find out. It was the first secret that Avery ever actively kept from Evander, but she refused to budge on the matter and he never found out.

It's hard to say whether Avery got particularly bored or whether the school administration just got tired of her, but in her sophomore year, she got expelled. She had started to get bored of the school itself and had been doing more things outside of it to cause trouble, like petty theft [for which she never got caught] and vandalism. Mostly, though, she was getting good at graffiti. She had always loved art and usually respected her art teachers enough at school to learn from them and this translated well to spray paint and alley walls. She'd done some graffiti at school, too, but it was only ever on things like trash cans or back walls and, though she'd been shoved in detention more times than she could count for when she decided to actually sign her name, the school had never taken her punishment seriously.

It was homecoming of her sophomore year, though, and the administration said that Avery had gone too far. The planning committee had purchased very expensive decorations and Avery, claiming to want to liven them up a bit, painted her own mural over them. They knew it was her because she dropped Evander's library card at the scene and everyone in the school knew that they were inseperable and that Avery was always the troublemaker. They were expelled that day and sent, for the first time, to a public school. Avery was actually content with this, because she hated private school and she wanted to be able to be with people that didn't suck for once in her life.

Since public school was so much bigger than private school, Avery actually managed to find people she liked. Soon, she even had an actual group of friends--mostly artsy outcasts who thought Avery was cool for getting expelled. Evander, too, even found some socialization and, though they still spent most of their time together, it was nice to get away from each other sometimes. With this new selection of people, Avery found more boys to kiss. Unfortunately, by the time she got around to this, all of her new friends were off having sex. She didn't particularly want to, just because she didn't really see the point--kissing was fun enough--but after all the hype about it, she felt like she should try it.

She didn't want her first time to just be with some guy so, again, she turned to Adrian. School for him ended about a month before school for Avery, so he was home at the beginning of May. Now that she was older [sixteen], he was more than happy to oblige and it only took a few days before it just sort of happened in Avery's bedroom. Again, he was surprisingly respectful and gentle, but Avery could not say this time that she saw what the big deal was. Sex was sort of painful and she had no real desire to do it again any time soon, neither with Adrian nor anyone else. This was the end of their fling and soon they went back to hating and ignoring each other unless they were forced into interaction.

Despite that incident, however, that summer was the best. George had been teaching Avery to drive since she was fifteen and that July, he took her to get her license. Each year for Christmas and in September for her birthday [instead of April, when her birthday actually was], her parents sent her an unsigned card and a large check. It used to be twenty bucks, but as she got older, the price had risen and she was now raking in two hundred bucks per holiday. For her sixteenth birthday, they doubled it. She'd been saving her allowance since her fifteenth birthday, as well as most of her birthday and Christmas money, and with that extra boost, she was able to buy herself a very old, very used Toyota. Of course, her grandfather would have bought her a new car--her parents would probably have written a check if they'd thought of it--but she refused and instead treated her piece of shit car like gold.

The rest of highschool was uneventful, until her senior year when, one morning, she found herself face to face with her parents at her front door. Needless to say, she wasnot happy and her first course of action was to call the police. Her grandfather refused to let them into his house and so they were forced to stay with the Rosemonts until they found a place of their own. Even more upsetting to Avery was the fact that they had two new children, adopted Chinese twin girls named Nadia and Nina. She couldn't forget that they were there, but the fact that she never had to see them helped. Any time they were thrust together, she ignored them, too emotional on the topic to even resort to yelling.

For once, this did not affect her school life. She was still the same at her new school--much better behaved than she had been in private school--and she graduated in the top 15% of her class. She could have easily gone to a top school in the country, especially considering her family's money status, but her grandfather was getting old and she didn't want to leave him. Instead, she decided to live at home with her grandfather and attend Orange Island University, majoring in studio art.

| A P P E A R A N C E |

Avery likes to be menacing. In her flat feet, she stands about 5'8, but she is rarely without at least four inches of shoe, unless she's on the beach. She has a large collection of expensive boots and stilettos, despite the fact that she often shops for her outfits in thrift stores and would like people to believe that she's not a wasteful money spender. She also has a few prized, expensive leather jackets that she only ever gets to wear a few weeks a year. Mostly, she just wears dark shorts and dark tops. She wears a lot of well-fitted clothes, partially because she's confident and partially because she just wants the attention.

Her hair and makeup are usually very dramatic, though not necessarily in a bad way. Naturally, her hair is flat and wavy, but with her volumizing shampoo and various creams and mousses, it's usually full-bodied and wavy-curly. Though her hair is dark brown, she dyes it to get that near-black color and has been since she was fifteen. Her eyeshadow is rarely anything other than grey, black, or blue and she's an expert at makeup artistry, especially the smoky-eye look. She wears a lot of eyeliner and usually either bright red or deep red lipstick. Her nails are usually black.

Because she works so hard to look intimidating, she has to move like it, too. If she didn't live on an island that caused her to walk or bike almost everywhere, she would probably be chubbier, but as it is, she's not a stick and she's fairly curvaceous. She walks like she owns the world and is very prone to boot stomping and flinging doors.

behind her left ear
Starting at her right hip bone, it's about six inches high
Just the birds flying up her left forearm

| E X T R A S |
-The Dawsons have had the same butler, George, since she was born.
-Avery's had a fake ID since she was 17. According to it, she is now 24.
-Way back in the day, Avery's grandfather donated enough money to OIU to get a dorm building named after him--Dawson Hall.
-She's driven the same shitty beat up brown camry since she was 16. She would like a new car, but instead of letting anyone buy one for her, she'd rather earn her own money. But she buys too many clothes.
-Her family has a yacht and many other small, recreational boats. Avery can sail all of them but the yacht, though she claims she could do that if she tried. It's named Carina, after her. There's also a speedboat painted in the same colors called Little Carina.
-That history up there is stupid long. Don't read it unless you feel like torturing yourself with 5000+ words. Also, don't write a history that long because i won't read it, I'll just hate you. D:

| S K I L L S |

Avery was hungover. While she did drink a lot and often felt less than perfect upon waking up the next day, her level of hangover was rarely this bad. She had not wanted to get out of bed this morning, since the sun shining through the gap in her curtains was only serving to aggravate her pounding head further and the idea of walking made her want to throw up, but she had eventually gotten too thirsty to stay in bed any longer and so ventured into the kitchen for water.

She was still wearing her clothes from the night before and had some smeared eyeliner on her cheeks, though she had been home since about eight. The date she'd gone on had not gone well aside from the fact that he kept supplying her with booze, so by the time she got home, she supposed she hadn't cared enough to change out of her skinny jeans. At this point, without breakfast and proper awakening, Avery didn't remember much of the night before, just that she'd consumed her weight in Jack Daniels. There was an empty bottle in the sink, one she was sure had been nearly full the day before.

That, however, was not something she thought she should dwell on, since it would only remind her of how shitty she felt and that was something she really wanted to forget. The first step to healing was breakfast and the easiest thing to make without really opening her eyes was toast, so she poked around to look for some bread. Unfortunately, this reminded her that she'd been too busy drinking for the past few days to buy groceries and, no matter how hard she looked, she couldn't find anything resembling bread in any of her cabinets.

It didn't seem like it was worth it to even try to make breakfast after that disappointment and she was very close to just getting back in bed when her stomach gave a loud growl. With a sigh, she trudged to the shower and stood under the hot water for as long as her now-rumbling stomach would allow before getting out and wrapping her hair in a towel. Normally, she'd have blown it into the puffy state she liked it, but today, her main focus was food rather than intimidation, so she left it down and wet and tossed on the first clothing items she could find. She didn't think that driving was a good idea, so she grabbed her keys and phone and started the long walk toward the first cafe she could think of.

The Tea Cozy was not the sort of place at which Avery would usually be seen, just because it was the sort of place that normal people went and Avery did not like to be considered normal. She'd have much preferred a darker place or even just a fast food restaurant, but even she knew that the cafe had good food and that she needed something in her stomach soon before it tried to eject all of the things that weren't inside. So, steeling herself for the possible embarrassment of being spotted at a place like this, she walked in and found herself a seat in the corner, where she intended to sit and pretend she was invisible.



| P L A Y E R |
Name BEE
Age 21
Gender FEMALE
How you found us I STOLE YOU.
Who else do you play? DRAKE ELLIOT, JULIETTE BLOOM, CADEN HAWKS, & TEDDY LUTZ.