Post by airhead on Feb 16, 2011 19:32:09 GMT -5
[/font]AUBREYCLAIRCHEVALIER!?
[/center]Hey! I go by AIR. I am NINETEEN and I'm loving it. I have been roleplaying for NINE YEARS and I don't plan on stopping any time soon. I have NO ONE on this site and I think they're pretty amazing! If you want to contact me you can by PMS, OR IMS.
Name: Aubrey Clair Chevalier
Nickname: Aubrey, Aub, Bre
Age: Eighteen
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Member Group: Regular Student - Senior
Appearance: Aubrey is an average five foot five inches tall. She has a slender body build. Her skin tone is a little paler than most peoples and her hair is a light blonde. Aubrey has grey eyes that are light in color, they seem blue in some lighting though. Her appearance changes with her moods leaving her style freely flowing like the river. But if she is out she almost always has either her violin or her writing journal with her.
Personality: There is one way to explain Aubrey and that is spontaneous. She never plans everything but does her best to have fun every moment of every day. If there is a will there is a way. She always has a way of entertaining her-self. Though she is lively and spunky around other people. For the most part she is nice if you put aside her sarcastic sense of humor. But if you do something to get on her bad side watch out, this kitty has claws, and holds a grudge firmly in her little paws.
Likes: Music, writing, boots, night time, having fun, chocolate ice cream, good looking people, animals, playing her violin or the piano
Dislikes: Simple people, snotty personalities, the close minded, hot days, pudding, homework, rap music
Mother: Chanelle Chante, 37, Editor
Father: Leverette Chevalier, 41, Photographer
Siblings: None
Pets: Queen She-cat, 5
History: Aubrey was born in France but has moved all over in her life. Her parents divorced when she was three leaving her living between houses. Every other year she would live in France with her mother and when it was her time to live with her father she moved into whatever his newest house was with him. She grew up with constant changes and never had a problem with it. She adapted quick and looked forward to the next adventure that laid before her. At an early age Aubrey found her passion for music, she started out on the piano at the age of six and quickly excelled. The next year her mother had her pick up the violin and so she spent her childhood and most her teen years studying both instruments. When she turned Thirteen Aubrey found her passion for writing, something that came by complete accident after her Grandfathers funeral in France. Though after his death she turned a little rebellious and gave her mother and father a hard time no matter what. It was the first time she hear them agree on something together, when they decided to send her to live with her Grandmother on her father’s side, in a long time. Not long after she moved in with Grandfather Chevalier he enrolled her at a certain school.
Code Word: -edited out by mod-
Roleplay Post
The heat was bearing down but he helped the last passenger in the boat. He was vaguely aware of Cornias location, it was difficult to keep track of what was going on. The chaos around them made things difficult, but that was easing as he leaned over to help lower the boat, the rope ad caught and he just managed to work it loose when Corina yelled. He had sheathed his blades to help lower the boat, hearing her yell he reached to draw his blade and turned gold eyes alert as she reached him. Her body was so close he felt the impact of the arrow. He felt her breath leave her in a rush from being hit.
Wide golden eyes started at her before lifting to see his old Mistress, his old teacher. Against him Corina trembled in pain. Shiki was lost for words as the world seemed to narrow to her alone, shock coursed through him. She raised her-self and kissed him before he pushed. She didn't need much effort, he was bent over the rail from catching her. A gasp parted his lips as he reached for her. As he fell he yelled her name.
The water was shocking, a chill. Breaking the surface he gasped shoving his sopping hair back. Rough hands grabbed him pulling him into the little boat as the rowed away from the burning ship. Gold eyes were locked on it with disbelief. Why did she do that? A shudder racked his body before a rough blanket was settled over his shoulders with a pair of warm hands. He was deaf to the mans words.
Living on the coast was not what he wanted to do but he stayed there until a week found Elena upon the shores. When he claimed her body and buried her he felt a painful loneliness fall over him. Part of him knew she was out there, but part of him was dismayed and put down by seeing the older woman fallen. He left the seaport a few months later after making good money swiftly. Fighting skills was in high demand among the wealthy.
Nearly two seasons passed by time he had his home, the acres surrounding him was a blessing, the little village he lived near was beautiful and quiet. Two horses grazed in the pasture, chickens clunked and bobbed about. Green fields stretched before the house, behind was a massive garden carefully tended with a large koi pond and a willow at its banks.
Spring was upon him the sakura trees in the garden were bloomed. Standing in a traditional white hakama, gi, and haori. His long black hair grew longer was in a loose ponytail at the abs of his neck, reached to his middle back now, a few loose locks brushed over his golden cheeks, gold eyes were dark and somber as they watched the soft pink petals float n the breezed. "I wish you could have seen them Corina", his voice soft and sorrowful. Before him where he stood on the small bridge over his pound massive fish curled around each other and moved under the dark surface, lotus's floated on its calm surface. The garden was in its prime, lovingly tended by his two hands while his fields were tended by those he paid. Yet for everything he owned he longed for something that he was starting to think would never happen, who knew what happened to her no matter how he longed to know her safely alive and thriving.
Wide golden eyes started at her before lifting to see his old Mistress, his old teacher. Against him Corina trembled in pain. Shiki was lost for words as the world seemed to narrow to her alone, shock coursed through him. She raised her-self and kissed him before he pushed. She didn't need much effort, he was bent over the rail from catching her. A gasp parted his lips as he reached for her. As he fell he yelled her name.
The water was shocking, a chill. Breaking the surface he gasped shoving his sopping hair back. Rough hands grabbed him pulling him into the little boat as the rowed away from the burning ship. Gold eyes were locked on it with disbelief. Why did she do that? A shudder racked his body before a rough blanket was settled over his shoulders with a pair of warm hands. He was deaf to the mans words.
Living on the coast was not what he wanted to do but he stayed there until a week found Elena upon the shores. When he claimed her body and buried her he felt a painful loneliness fall over him. Part of him knew she was out there, but part of him was dismayed and put down by seeing the older woman fallen. He left the seaport a few months later after making good money swiftly. Fighting skills was in high demand among the wealthy.
Nearly two seasons passed by time he had his home, the acres surrounding him was a blessing, the little village he lived near was beautiful and quiet. Two horses grazed in the pasture, chickens clunked and bobbed about. Green fields stretched before the house, behind was a massive garden carefully tended with a large koi pond and a willow at its banks.
Spring was upon him the sakura trees in the garden were bloomed. Standing in a traditional white hakama, gi, and haori. His long black hair grew longer was in a loose ponytail at the abs of his neck, reached to his middle back now, a few loose locks brushed over his golden cheeks, gold eyes were dark and somber as they watched the soft pink petals float n the breezed. "I wish you could have seen them Corina", his voice soft and sorrowful. Before him where he stood on the small bridge over his pound massive fish curled around each other and moved under the dark surface, lotus's floated on its calm surface. The garden was in its prime, lovingly tended by his two hands while his fields were tended by those he paid. Yet for everything he owned he longed for something that he was starting to think would never happen, who knew what happened to her no matter how he longed to know her safely alive and thriving.
