Post by lish on Feb 19, 2010 21:22:32 GMT -5
Avalon Elizabeth Bach
"There's nothing special about me, really. I'm pretty mundane."
[/center][/size][/font]full name: Avalon Elizabeth Bach
age: 16
heirtage: Irish, British
race: HUMAN
height: five-foot-nine
weight: one-thirty-three
hair: brunette
eyes: brown
play by: Ashley Greene
persona style: Studious, out-spoken, and hyper.
[/size][/font]likes: Broadway, Archery, Football (Soccer), Reading, and Viloins
dislikes: Authority figures, fire, being in America, hospitals, and crowds.
strengths: Acting, computer hacking, photography.
weaknesses: Dance, physical fighting, chocloate.
overall personality: Studious, out-spoken, and hyper. Avalon makes sure she's ahead in class and life. Not caring for the past, she strives for the future - working towards all her hopes and dreams as if nothing else matters. A smart-alleck when it comes to authority, Avalon fights tooth and nail to show she isn't week and shouldn't be taken lightly. She's a proud geek, flaunting her knowlegde on a wide variety of things - mainly anything that deals with folk-lore and music.
[/size]family members: Lancelto "Lance" Bach - father
Arthur "Art" Bach - older brother
other known realitives: n/a
hometown: City of Bristol, England, UK
overall history: Born to Lance and Elenor Bach on September 29, Avalon was well received - until her mother took a turn for the worse after giving birth to the eight ounce, seventeen inches bundle of screams, ultimately killing her. Avalon grew up in a quiet household, with her older brother and father. In her early years living in England, Ava would keep her nose in fairytale books, thriving for a world much like her books. Her father would scold her for reading such trash and one day, after coming home from primary school, all her books were missing. Screaming and cursing at her father, she broke the only remaining photograph of her mother by throwing it at his head. After that day she took a vow of silence toward her father, having her brother speak for her when ever she needed to talk with Lance.
Years later - with a small, festering grudge against her father, whom she refuses to call anything but Lance - the trio moved to New York on account of Lance's newly acquired job. Avalon, fifteen at the time delved into the American teen-aged life-style. Finding that by pretending her family didn't make her want to go on a "homicidal rampage", Avalon made herself a relatively normal life in the New Yorker way, still believing in her fairy tales and myths - since her brother always regales her with tales of the things he sees..
[/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]She was throwing things into the little, olive green suitcase - screaming as her father was yelling back at her. Picking up the nearest item near her - a hair bursh - she threw it, aiming for his head. She'd missed, the wodden thing clattering to the ground without missign a beat. Flinging random clothes into the box, Avalon swore up and down at him - not noticing Arthur standing in the den with a look of shame on his face.
"Just leave me alone! I'm going back to live with Gran!"
Avalon didn't even have a chance to thrash about when her father's large hands clasped ahold of her shoulders giving her a good shake or two. Another yell left her lips as she kicked him - shoving the older man away from her. Hand flying up, she slapped him, tears falling from her eyes and make-up smearing.
"I hate you! And I don't mean it in that teenage way!"
Slamming her suitcase closed she shoved it off her bed and pushed passed the man, stepping all over his toes as hard as she could. God, how she wished the world would open up and swallow Lane whole. Her dark eyes stared at Arthur, and she spat at his feet, storming away towards the door. "How will you get there? Huh? Think about that?" Avalon hardly spared Lance a look, wrenching open the door.
"I've got money."
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