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| Avery Nikhar; Camarilla, Malkavian | |
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| Topic Started: Tuesday, 20. September 2016, 02:31 (237 Views) | |
| Avery | Tuesday, 20. September 2016, 02:31 Post #1 |
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Player Handle: Avery Name: Avery Nikhar (aka Bun Bun) Age: 92 (DOB: 13th February 1924) Place of birth: St Petersburg, Russia Age of embrace: 26 (14th November 1950) Clan: Malkavian Sect: Camarilla Species: Vampire Derangement: Schizophrenia: Avery has always suffered from Schizophrenia from childhood. First appearing as numerous whispered voices of different people. Slowly progressing to full blown psychosis. Before her embrace she would be able to somewhat quieten the voices by experimental medicine from her many trips to the doctors and stints in hospital. After her embrace there was no stopping the onslaught of the voices many of them shouting at their so called ‘release’ from the drugs she had taken throughout the years. Slowly she was able to come to a workable agreement with the voices. Depending on her mood especially if angry the more threatening voices come to the forefront of her mind. Today Avery treats the voices as one, referring to herself in conversation as ‘we’ so every one of them are pleased at being included in the present. Borderline Personality Disorder: Because of her Schizophrenia Avery has also developed a Borderline Personality Disorder. Her actions are very impulsive. If she sees something shiny and she wants it she will go and get it no matter the method. Anything with the words dangerous or caution she will be there, never ask her not to touch the big red button. She can also have periods of extreme emotions one moment she will be happy and approachable, the next she will be plotting how to scoop your eyeballs out of your head with a plastic spoon. She is able to control the extent of her mood swings, retreating back into her broken mind before letting the voices choose the outcome of the situation. Disciplines: Appearance: She has dyed bright pale green shoulder length hair surrounding an oval face with a distinct jawline. Her hair will always be worn in a different way from pigtails, to buns so something that resembles being dragged through a hedge backwards. Her body is feminine in form, healthy-looking with a small waist. Her breasts are considered on the small side but she does not care much about not being well endowed like the goddesses. Her lips are full and like her hair sporting different lipstick colors depending on her mood. Her eyes are bright blue some consider them a little eerie as to how bright they are but it is just a small trait from her Russian heritage. Her clothing is somewhat quirky in style, she can normally be seen in a colorful dress or a colorful bow tie or both. Haven: A rented studio apartment in Hounslow. It is part of an old building that has been split into affordable apartments to try and get more people into the area. Her apartment is what would have been the old attic. It is open planned so everything is within reach. As you walk in, to your left there is a small kitchen area that is still as new as the day it was installed. Turning to your right there will be a door leading to the small bathroom which has just enough room for a shower/tub combo, toilet and sink. Walking further in the roof is half covered with large windows which she has draped silk over so the room looks as if it is doused in a multitude of colors. At the very back of the studio apartment is her pride and joy her large bed, with her numerous collection of pillows scattered upon it, which also includes her laptop. Throughout the place there is scattering of many of random things she has collected or found. Nothing is color schemed or matching but somehow it works even for this broken mind. History: On 13th February 1924 Avery came screaming into the world. It was just another day for her mother and father as their other six children ran wild around the over cramped townhouse in St Petersburg. Luckily her father’s government job kept the family afloat even through the harshest of winters but the purse strings were tight. As Avery grew she would spend more and more time alone away from her many siblings and parents. Instead of the cries and shouts of her brother’s and sister’s she retreated into her own little world, her imagination running wild on it’s own. Many of her days were spent either in school or venturing around the nearest abandoned building. Avery was soon enough considered the odd one of the bunch. As she continued to grew her parent’s became more and more concerned regarding her oddness. She never outgrew her imaginary friends, would spend hours playing alone, talking and creating wild tales that no one else could understand. On her tenth birthday her father took her for her first ever trip to an asylum. He knew there was something not quite right with his daughter. This would be the first of many visits throughout the years as she continued to grow. At first they had thought she was just a slow learner but that was quickly dismissed from her love of literature especially Alice in Wonderland. Numerous tests, drugs and months of staying with the asylum her parents were advised that she had a ‘somewhat disturbed but creative mind.’ The war came and went Avery avoiding most of it as she had been admitted once more to St Petersburg Asylum for the Insane. This would be her longest visit yet. The voices were becoming too much for her to even function normally, many of them arguing with each other even in her sleep but that was also when the hallucinations started. Many would be over within the blink of an eye but one or two were longer and the last straw was when her mother and sister walked in on her supposedly dancing with a man. Of course to their eyes there was only her there within the room. Having somehow becoming functional once more she was released from the asylum and began working within the city, working alongside her father who of course kept a close eyes on her mental state. As she was approaching her twenty sixth birthday Avery felt more confident, the voices now mumbling whispers that she could push to the back of her mind and there was no more hallucinations. Sitting at her desk she was helping keep the records up to date when movement caught her eyes. Looking up she noticed a very eccentrically dressed man, leaning on his walking stick. As her eyes roamed him she heard his chuckle as her eyes met his own. “M...May I help you?” She could only watch in curiosity as he took a good look at her before shaking his head and walking further down the corridor. She couldn’t help but watch as his shadow passed the windows of the offices as he headed to his destination. She pushed the strange encounter the back of her mind as she went back to work but over the next few weeks the strangely dressed man would always appear in the doorway sometimes smiling other times tilting his head before walking to whomever he was meeting. Many of her coworkers had noticed this and began pointing out how unusual his behavior was, but to Avery it was somewhat charming and only fed her curiosity towards the man even more. It was the day of her birthday that her mind seemed to break once more. As she dressed in the morning the voices caressed the back of her mind so she brushed it off. However as her work day began they only came back louder and more vicious. Many of them accusing her of ignoring them, neglecting them and now they were going to make her pay for not paying attention. As her coworkers went out to lunch she sat at her desk pinching the bridge of her nose trying to calm each of them individually as they continued their accusations. “One at a time. I can only listen to one at a time.” She cried out loud laying her head on her desk in defeat. “One at a time she said.” The male voice reached her ears making her shoot up and her cheeks burn as he continued. “One at a time when there is so many...Alice is definitely lost.” Looking up she saw the strange man standing only a few feet away from her, his eyes watching her carefully. It was as if he knew. “To drink the potion or to die of thirst which would she choose?” To others his words would sound crazy but to her they made complete sense all of her voices cheering as she looked at him. “Sorry. I...we…” Avery couldn’t find her words as she lowered her head her eyes watching as his black shined shoes came into view. His hand came up to her chin making her look up at him. “In the madness we live.” Brushing a gloved finger over her bottom lip he stood back and smiled somewhat appraising his work. “The white rabbit is waiting.” Watching as he held out a business card she took it and was about to question him but he had disappeared. Frowning a little she looked down at the address would she go? Standing outside still in her birthday dress her family had gotten her she knocked on the large door. The windows of the house showed no sign of life but somehow she knew there were people inside. Swallowing her nerves as the door opened she smiled awkwardly, “There she is.” He smiled proudly leading her inside closing the door behind them. Taking her coat his mouth quirked at her dress. “I forgot to give my name. I’m Jonathan you are Avery. Yes you are.” She could only nod as he continued offering his arm to her. The rest of the evening she sat and listened to his wild tales. Many of them making them laugh and smile as he continued his twisted tales of another world. Sitting on a love couch she felt him touching her lips once more as he watched her carefully, his eyes shining with amusement. “Will Alice go down the rabbit hole?” He asked leaning over and whispering into her ear. Before she could stop one of the voices spoke, “Alice only follows the white rabbit. We are late already.” The next time she opened her eyes she saw the world in it’s full colorful, crazy wildness. Herself and her voices had become one. She felt whole, her mind no longer broken but new and oh the colors. There were many things to learn. Her sire taught her well. There were others like her, that heard the voices and saw the glimpses of another world but they were like her. Finally she had found people that delved into the madness also. Her family didn’t ask questions as she carefully wrote them a letter saying she had eloped with her secret lover. It had taken a few days since everyone wanted to add something but she had finally wrote something at least a little sane. The years passed as she traveled Europe and America with Jonathan and others. She had heard of the other clans and the power players so she followed her sire’s footsteps and swore her allegiance to the Camarilla. Slowly each of them branched off to do their own thing. Start a new life in a city somewhere. But still throughout the years she stayed close to her sire. Sitting in The Turk’s Head coffee shop Avery sat with her small worn sketch book. “Sire is on an adventure.” “Adventures of many.” “I want adventures.” “Strawberry. Brown. Kiss.” The voices continued their numerous conversations as she continued to sketch. Jonathan had left a number of days ago on an adventure leaving her to find her own. Notes: Avery loves reading her favorite as mentioned is Alice in Wonderland and will sometimes blurt out about the white rabbit. Avery isn’t one to want all attention on her but from her colorful outfits and hair it is a given, many people immediately realizing unless they wanted to put the brain work into it they would hardly understand one word out of her mouth. Thanks to her sire she knows how to interact with older vampires and definitely not to provoke them no matter how much the voices scream. People have to talk in somewhat simple terms or her mind does wander to more stranger things. Edited by Avery, Tuesday, 20. September 2016, 02:59.
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| Leslie | Wednesday, 21. September 2016, 08:23 Post #2 |
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Flemish... furry... flirty... feline! (YODO) Perfection Purrs!
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