Post by audry on May 14, 2011 18:21:35 GMT -5
<Aria James Withers>
Full Name- Aria James Withers
Nicknames- Jimmy
Gender- female
Occupation- Waitress
Age- twenty-two
Date of Birth- March, 12th
Sexual Orientation- Heterosexual
Location- The Bronx
Faction- Civilian
Celebrity Claim- Jessica Stam
What should we call you?- Audry
Play anyone else?- Nope
Have You Read the Rules?- Yup!! Zombies, man. They creep me out!
Personality-
On the surface, Aria seems to be your normal 22 year old girl but after a few moments with her, it’s easy to see that she is very different from the typical female. Aria is a girl who is constantly looking around, waiting for something bad to happen and sense the zombie outbreak, things have only gotten worse. She has confidence in herself, but only as much as any girl with her history has had. Aria is rather needy in some situations, and it’s easy to see. She clings to those who she thinks can save her, or keep her safe.
With all of her suspicion though, Aria is a kind individual. She’s caring and passionate, and lacks any type of attitude. When she’s angry with someone, she doesn’t say anything about it. Aria doesn’t like confrontation or fighting, so she’ll do anything she can to avoid it. Her paranoia goes further than just worrying about the zombies getting her. She has a hard time trusting others, but with her need to be taken care of she tries her best to get along with others. Aria also has a very large fear of the dark, so when it comes time for the night, her paranoia deepens and she has a hard time sleeping.
Aria really enjoys being active, and the fact that she has to try and hide most of the time now really gets to her. It makes her anxious, not being able to run or do her gymnastics. She gets easily irritated and restless, which makes her seem bitchy but she really doesn’t mean it. If she yells at someone, or blames them for something she instantly feels bad about it and tries to apologize if she can.
Likes-
- The color green
- Rain
- Music (Jazz preference)
Dislikes-
- Quietness
- Authority
- Fighting
Strengths-
- Open minded
- Forgiving
- Funny
Weaknesses-
- Loud
- Perfectionist
- Poor health (Due to her eating disorder)
Skills-
- Acrobats
- Good Memory
- Careful
Flaws-
- Afraid of the dark
- Anorexia
- Paranoid
Hair- Blonde, shoulder length. Layered, and down
Eye Color- Bright, bluish-green
Race- Caucasian
Physique- Petite, thin
Height- 5’2
Weight- 98 pounds
Birthplace- California
Mother- Susan Withers (Deceased)
Father- James Withers (Overseas in the army; Whereabouts unknown)
Siblings- None
Other- None
History-
Aria was born in California, with both her parents. Her mom worked as a nurse, and her father was part of the military.
Growing up, she didn’t see her dad as much as she would have liked to, but it was just the way her life was. By the time Aria was 5 or 6 she was accustomed to not seeing her dad but a few times a year. She was never really sure what part of the military he was in, but he was away much of the time. A few months after Aria turned 10, that all changed.
Her mother was in a car crash, due to a drunk driver. She was in the hospital for a few months, but never woke up from the coma and her father pulled the plug on her before Aria turned 11.
Because she was so close to her mother, she had a really hard time with it and even more so with the fact that her father was suddenly a huge part of her life.
Aria had taken part in gymnastics from the age of 4, and her mother had been a huge supporter of the sport. After her mother’s death, Aria threw herself into her gymnastics, and that was all she cared about. Friends and a social life no longer mattered to the young girl. At the age of 13, she was diagnosed with Anorexia but little did her dad know that she had been suffering from the disorder for much longer then he had noticed. She continued treatment, alongside with her training.
Her life continued like that for awhile, a mix of counseling, weighing, training and still not eating. She couldn’t let go of her disorder, her doctors said it was because of the loss of her mother, but Aria promised she was only keeping weight for gymnastics. She lost her chances to go to worlds or to accomplish any type of career because of her eating disorder. No one would endorse her because they said it was too risky with her being sick.
When she turned 18, she moved to New York and her father left to return back to his career. She chose New York because it was far from home, and she always thought she could do anything she wanted in New York. After a few months she took up a permanent place in the Bronx and although her apartment wasn’t the nicest place to live it was enough for her. She was on her way and away from the house with the memories of her mother. Aria thought that she would be able to get better after that, but she only got worse. Eventually she ended up in a hospital, after passing out at her small waitressing job.
Aria is now 22 years old, and trying to survive the zombies. It’s hard to enough to survive in this world as it is, but she is still trying to cope with her eating disorder and it only makes survival worse.
Anything else?- Nopes!
Sample RP-
Aria groaned as she pushed herself up onto her elbows and looked around. She closed her eyes for a moment, taking one of her hands and rubbing them awake. With a yawn, she sat up all the way and pushed her dirty blond hair back out of her face. Looking around again, she stood up and stretched her unnourished body before biting her lip. Renee had no idea where she was, and she had a sudden feeling of nervousness.
She was in a warehouse, she knew that much. But she had no idea what one it was, or what street it was on. The light was shinning through the broken windows and she let out a slightly relaxed sigh. If it wasn't dark, Aria could manage. Although she was really sick of sleeping on the ground and no being able to shower, she could deal as long as it was light out.
Looking around again, she spotted stairs and quietly made her way towards them. Aria was always careful to not make noise. To not sneeze or cough. She tried her best to not do anything that would attract the monsters that seemed to come out of nowhere. Aria didn't know what they were, or where they had come from. All she knew was they killed people and she didn't plan on dieing anytime soon.
Making her way up the stairs, she missed a step and fell onto her knee. "Fuck.." She muttered, reaching for the pant leg. As she started to roll it up, she heard a noise and her body instantly tensed. The last time Aria came into contact with one of those things she almost died.. Aria was to small to use force against them but she could run forever. But the problem with running was that she got scared, and didn't pay attention to where she was going.
Carefully, she pulled her pant leg down, hoping that her knee wasn't bleeding. Aria was use to bruises because of her gymnastics, but she wasn't use to being cut and she had no idea how to stop it from getting infected. Standing up, she made her way further up the stairs, making sure to stay as quiet as she could...