WINTERS, aryah sofiya

[aryah sofiya winters]

aryah sofiya winters

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mask of deception;

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full name; aryah sofiya winters
nickname(s); ary; sof;
age; eighteen
birthday; april thirteenth
grade; senior
species; fairy
gender; female
sexual orientation bisexual
canon or original; canon

uncovering the truth;

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personality;

aryah has always been a very strong and open-minded. she's been through alot and has learned to accept problems and solve them as quickly as possible. aryah is very strong-willed. she's learned to deal and accept when things don`t go as they should. aryah is a very social person but she prefers to keep to herself and the friends she has. she is always standing up for them and is also a natural peace keeper. she tends to joke around with her friends but when away from them she puts on a mask to hide her emotions. she is a smooth talker with a sharp tongue. she can throw out insults that sound like the nicest things you've ever heard. she can talk her way out of situations whenever she wishes to and she can keep the trouble surrounding her if she wants.

aryah an individual to say the least, and she likes it that way. she`s always liked to be different and outgoing but the effect of forevermore has lowered her natural personality. she used to be extremely outgoing, a prankster, a flirt and everything in between. but as the years got more intense she became more hidden. she will, occasionally come out of her hiding place and go back to the person she once was. it, actually, doesn`t take much but she prefers not to because she knows it will get her killed.

she`s a very protective girl. always looking out for her friends and family. she`s extremely loving once you get to know her. she`s afriad of many things, those including dying, but when she`s in her protective mode there`s no way her life will stand in her way. meaning, she`d die to protect the ones she loved. because she feels that the ones you love are the ones you live for.

likes;
[+] watching drama unfold.
[+] guys.
[+] partying.
[+] the color pink, can`t you tell?!
[+] substances, mainly alcohol, marijuana.
[+] proving people wrong.
[+] music.
[+] being underestimated.
[+] reading.
[+] proving people right, depending on the situation
dislikes;
[-] male fairies. It`s just weird to me. .
[-] iron!
[-] being a fairy sometimes; people always come asking for stupid shit.
[-] fairy dust! That crap makes me sneeze! And it gets in my eyes!
[-] having no mother.
[-] Charlie (dad).
[-] being the older sister.
[-] airheads & meatheads.
[-] ignorant people.
[-] proving people right, depending on the situation.
fears;
[!] dying.
[!] the games.
[!] being alone for too long.
[!] pain.
habits;
[?] snorts if she laughs too hard.
[?] draws on her hands when she`s nervous.
[?] being sarcastic at all the wrong times.
flaws;
|being allergic to iron. Seriously, how crappy is that?!|
|hates her hands, thinks they`re manly.|
|thinks her parents are a flaw in her life.|

time machine;

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parents;
marisol winters; thirty-six; fairy; el madre
charles winters; thirty-seven; fairy; el padre
siblings; sar elisa winters; sixteen; fairy; yo hermanita
kids; . . . yo mama?!
pets; a chinchilla named symmie.
hometown; chicagoo. yes. goo.
personal history;

“So, I was born to Marisol and Charles Winters on april 13th. Making me an aries. Sweet, bitchy, wonderful aries! If you never noticed the wings on my back then i`ll tell you that i`m a fairy. Just like everybody else in my family. The line goes back forever. . . it`s kinda crazy but it`s cool. My mom died when I was fourteen and Sar was twelve. Yup, four years ago. It was. . . Horrible, to say the least. As anyone else`s would, my life changed completely. On top of that, Sar became. . . Suicidal. For twoyears, it tore me up to see her in so much pain but what could I do? Mom was gone. Period. There was no bringing her back.

Dad sent me away for a while. I don`t really know why but when I finally met up with Sar after a few years, she told me he wanted to keep me away from her so that I wouldn`t be like her. Funny. I thought the older sister was the one that was suppose to rub off on the younger. . . oh well. Lets think back. . .those two years that I was M.I.A from the Winters abode were really. . . crazy. I spent both my seventeenth and eighteenth birthdays away from my sister. I hated it. But. . . Dad. . . I mean Charles didn`t want me back home so I couldn`t go. I stayed here at Forevermore. God, I hate it here. I can`t do anything because any little tiny fucking thing could get me killed! Literally. Those damn Executioners are like gods. They choose who dies, when, and how they die.

At first, I didn`t really know about Forevermore. All I knew was that mom and dad went here. . they met here. . .and fell in love here. Yeah, I knew some of my family members had died here but I was always the kid that didn`t ask questions so I never knew why. I got here all happy and ready to have fun. . . Then the games happened. I was horrified after that. Scarred for life. Charles didn`t tell me about that. Neither did Mom but I don`t blame her, she wanted a good life for us. . . and I doubt she would have sent me there if she was still alive. But Charles. . .he did this on purpose. He knew how I was, he knew i`d probably die in here but that didn`t bother him. It was like he was looking for the easy way out. He probably wanted a way to get out of being a father to us. He wanted to get away from the girls that reminded him so much of mom. . . So he sent Sar here too.

When Sar got sent here, I wanted to kill Charles. I begged him not to send her but he did anyway. She`s a troublemaker! Of course she`d be sent to the games! I couldn`t believe he didn`t listen to me. . . I hated him and still do for sentencing both of us to live here. And what`ll happen when I leave? Or will I leave? Of course, I stay low key and too myself. I don`t even speak my mind like I love doing. . . But does that guarantee that I`ll live? Sar speaks her mind. She yells it out actually. She`s, like I said, a troublemaker. How am I suppose to keep her out of trouble without drawing attention to myself? Or. . . how can I turn my head when she does get out of line? See, i`m not like Charles. I won`t look for the easy way out. Either Sar will be forced to stay here and die, or I`ll die trying to get her out of here.”

mirror, mirrror;

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hair; it varies. mostly pink.
eyes; honey.
weight; looks smaller but about 115.
height; 5'4.
tattoos; one on her lower back;
piercings; nasal septum; tongue; both ears three times.
anything else;
play by/face claim; audrey kitching.

underneath the mask;

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your name; alliee; shortness; whatteverrr. . . just let me know you`re callingg me.
age; seventeen
other characters; nonee.
where did you find us? adhoppingg!
secret word; -admin edit-
rp sample; usually longer but i couldn`t findd one good enough. .

oh my god. angela weber at the library! okay. . .not such a surprise. but. . . it was the third time this week! and it was only tuesday. right. not a surprise either. . . so angela was a nerd. maybe even a dork but that didn`t matter because she had people that loved her for it! or. . . at least that`s what she`s been told her entire life. she believed it too. . . but that didn`t mean she didn`t hate the idea of being a nerd.

she sighed and slumped in her chair as she found another answer to her homework questions. any other kid would be happy, considering the fact that the homework at forks high was pretty tough. but angela hated always having the right answers. straight a`s and 4.o`s would only help her in certain areas of her life but she need some other kind of support. fun support. but, obviously, she couldn`t find any. being in the library on a friday night was not appealing at all. angela looked around and noticed that there were only three other people in the library and they looked like they were in their 50`s. . .at least. she sighed again as she stood up. she`d finally decided to call it a night and go home. if somebody pulled out a puzzle or monopoly she`d probably have a little more fun. maybe her family would be in the mood for a good old fashioned board game party. after all, that was the closest thing to a house party she`d ever get to.

angie grunted as picked up her stack of books. 'ohh shit. these are heavy. . .maybe if i just. . .' she thought to herself as she moved to put them all back on the table. maybe putting them up one by one would be easier. she counted the books. "eleven!? damn. . . i didn`t even know i. . ." she sighed and then decided against putting them up one by one. her grunt echoed slightly as she picked up the stack again. she moved quickly towards the book case. . .too quickly. suddenly, her glasses were falling. . .and so was she. she landed face first on the twenty-third volume of the britannica encyclopedia.

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[headmistress cresenthia evans]

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