Post by AVERY CLAIRE MONTGOMERY on Jan 31, 2011 14:32:27 GMT -5
avery claire montgomery
character basics
WELCOME TO YOUR LIFE, THERE'S NO TURNING BACK. EVEN WHILE
YOU SLEEP, WE WILL FIND YOU ACTING ON YOUR BEST BEHAVIOR
WELCOME TO YOUR LIFE, THERE'S NO TURNING BACK. EVEN WHILE
YOU SLEEP, WE WILL FIND YOU ACTING ON YOUR BEST BEHAVIOR
FULL NAME , avery claire montgomery
NICKNAMES , ave, claire, monty
AGE , nineteen
BIRTHDAY , august fifth
SEXUALITY , heterosexual
GRADE , n/a
OCCUPATION , actress
MEMBER GROUP , celebrity
hello, my name is SAMMY. i am SEVENTEEN years young and i consider myself a(n) INTERMEDIATE/ADVANCED roleplayer. i found this site through CAUTION 2.0. so, here's an example of my average post:
Mikaela loved to escape to this place. With the blinding lights, smoky atmosphere and hazy darkness, hardly anyone recognized her as some famous model. Just a talkative, over the top, wild girl that could hold her liquor with the best of them. Unsurprisingly, it wasn't long until the club had turned from a quiet, jovial atmosphere into a bubbling hub of energy. But Mikaela neither cared nor looked at her surroundings. Her eyes were only directed at the man she loved, the man who was both too good for her and who she didn't deserve. Greyson. "A beautiful woman, hm? I wouldn't wanna get you in trouble..." she grinned, daintily crossing her legs as she spoke. The music floating out from the speakers was so loud and booming that Mikaela was forced to lean forward in order to be heard, her face only inches away from Greyson's. "You sure about that?" she laughed, shaking her head. Of course he wasn't mad at her for being late. He was never mad at her for anything. It was just one of the many reasons why she didn't deserve him, why he was too good for her. Wouldn't he rather be with some blonde, girl-next-door type who was much more deserving of his love? A less complicated girl without commitment issues, and who could say 'I love you' without getting tongue tied and fidgety? Mika couldn't help but smile as she eyed Greyson glaring at a few men who had been leering at her since she walked in. She liked how he was so protective of her, as if wanting her all to himself. Still, she wished they were in a private, closed off room with just the two of them, rather than with a bunch of onlookers and bystanders. But I guess that's what you got for coming to a club.
As Greyson reached out and held her hand, and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, Mikaela realized just how lucky she was. How many moments had they shared like this? His eyes bore into her own and yet they remained frozen. There wasn't a question in her mind how much she loved him, even if she couldn't say it. What if it took forever? He'd still be there, waiting beside her to say those three words. She felt them bubbling and exploding inside her, threatening to escape from her rosy lips, yet she couldn't pronounce the syllables. Maybe it was fear that kept her from saying the words, or perhaps it was the fact that she had never said them before, and therefor didn't know how. "Mmm... So what's the plan for tonight then?" she asked demurely, squeezing his hand firmly as her eyes glinted mischievously. Mikaela didn't quite know how Greyson did it, but he always made her feel safe, wanted. She looked into his deep blue eyes, smiling. If only he knew the truth. She wanted to tell him about her secret, but she just couldn't. The guilt inside felt like a leech in her stomach, wriggling and crawling as it tried to escape. Couldn't he see the guilt in her eyes? Couldn't he see past the fake smiles and secretive facade? Cheating on Greyson was by far the worst thing she'd ever done.
But the more she thought about it, the more Mika realized that cheating on Greyson wasn't the worst thing she'd ever done. Of all the mistakes she had made in her lifetime, her biggest one was saying goodbye to Greyson. She had made a lot of mistakes in her life, but breaking things off with Greyson was the one that stuck out clearly in her mind. All the other mistakes paled in comparison, like dull flames to a burning forest fire. She often wondered what compelled her to break things off, but then she was confronted with her ultimate fault. When faced with feelings she couldn't control or fathom, she either pushed them beneath the surface or ran away. And in this case, she had ran away. By running away from the one man she had ever truly loved, she had ultimately ran right into the arms of another man. She knew Greyson didn't deserve what she did to him, what she was still doing to him, and that was the worst part of it all. That Greyson didn't even know what a terrible person she really was. She had given him every opportunity to simply walk away. It would have been the smart choice. She was damaged, broken at best. Why would Greyson even want someone so mentally and physically shattered?
Still holding his hand, never wanting to let go, Mikaela leaned into his touch as he brushed a loose curl away from her face. "Babe, don't worry about it. You're here now, and that's all that matters," she smiled reassuringly. What the hell was he apologizing for? If anyone should be apologizing, it was Mikaela. Sorry Grey, but I've been really busy sneaking around with another guy. Forgive me? Yeah, right. All the times she had lied to him about late night modeling shoots, or long hour dance classes, she had been with Charlie. Sick of all these constant thoughts tinkering in her mind, Mikaela leaned forward and gently kissed Greyson, her lips lingering on his for just a few brief seconds before she pulled away, a small smile on her lips. God, how had she gotten so lucky? "It's kinda nice having you all to myself though," she laughed softly, her eyes fixed on his. They were close. Close enough to feel his breath on her skin, close enough to give her goosebumps. Her heart felt as if it would rapidly combust within her chest. With her luck he'd be able to hear it or feel it. She shifted, uncomfortable, nervous, guilt ridden. She didn't know what she was feeling or what it even meant. It wasn't fair to Greyson, to put up such an impenetrable wall. But with each moment they shared like this, the wall was slowly coming down, little by little. Soon enough, the wall would be completely gone, and Mikaela would finally be able to say those three words she had been dying to say for so, so long.
As Greyson reached out and held her hand, and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, Mikaela realized just how lucky she was. How many moments had they shared like this? His eyes bore into her own and yet they remained frozen. There wasn't a question in her mind how much she loved him, even if she couldn't say it. What if it took forever? He'd still be there, waiting beside her to say those three words. She felt them bubbling and exploding inside her, threatening to escape from her rosy lips, yet she couldn't pronounce the syllables. Maybe it was fear that kept her from saying the words, or perhaps it was the fact that she had never said them before, and therefor didn't know how. "Mmm... So what's the plan for tonight then?" she asked demurely, squeezing his hand firmly as her eyes glinted mischievously. Mikaela didn't quite know how Greyson did it, but he always made her feel safe, wanted. She looked into his deep blue eyes, smiling. If only he knew the truth. She wanted to tell him about her secret, but she just couldn't. The guilt inside felt like a leech in her stomach, wriggling and crawling as it tried to escape. Couldn't he see the guilt in her eyes? Couldn't he see past the fake smiles and secretive facade? Cheating on Greyson was by far the worst thing she'd ever done.
But the more she thought about it, the more Mika realized that cheating on Greyson wasn't the worst thing she'd ever done. Of all the mistakes she had made in her lifetime, her biggest one was saying goodbye to Greyson. She had made a lot of mistakes in her life, but breaking things off with Greyson was the one that stuck out clearly in her mind. All the other mistakes paled in comparison, like dull flames to a burning forest fire. She often wondered what compelled her to break things off, but then she was confronted with her ultimate fault. When faced with feelings she couldn't control or fathom, she either pushed them beneath the surface or ran away. And in this case, she had ran away. By running away from the one man she had ever truly loved, she had ultimately ran right into the arms of another man. She knew Greyson didn't deserve what she did to him, what she was still doing to him, and that was the worst part of it all. That Greyson didn't even know what a terrible person she really was. She had given him every opportunity to simply walk away. It would have been the smart choice. She was damaged, broken at best. Why would Greyson even want someone so mentally and physically shattered?
Still holding his hand, never wanting to let go, Mikaela leaned into his touch as he brushed a loose curl away from her face. "Babe, don't worry about it. You're here now, and that's all that matters," she smiled reassuringly. What the hell was he apologizing for? If anyone should be apologizing, it was Mikaela. Sorry Grey, but I've been really busy sneaking around with another guy. Forgive me? Yeah, right. All the times she had lied to him about late night modeling shoots, or long hour dance classes, she had been with Charlie. Sick of all these constant thoughts tinkering in her mind, Mikaela leaned forward and gently kissed Greyson, her lips lingering on his for just a few brief seconds before she pulled away, a small smile on her lips. God, how had she gotten so lucky? "It's kinda nice having you all to myself though," she laughed softly, her eyes fixed on his. They were close. Close enough to feel his breath on her skin, close enough to give her goosebumps. Her heart felt as if it would rapidly combust within her chest. With her luck he'd be able to hear it or feel it. She shifted, uncomfortable, nervous, guilt ridden. She didn't know what she was feeling or what it even meant. It wasn't fair to Greyson, to put up such an impenetrable wall. But with each moment they shared like this, the wall was slowly coming down, little by little. Soon enough, the wall would be completely gone, and Mikaela would finally be able to say those three words she had been dying to say for so, so long.
character details
TURN YOUR BACK ON MOTHER NATURE, EVERYBODY WANTS TO RULE THE WORLD
IT'S MY OWN DESIGN, IT'S MY OWN REMORSE, HELP ME TO DECIDE.
TURN YOUR BACK ON MOTHER NATURE, EVERYBODY WANTS TO RULE THE WORLD
IT'S MY OWN DESIGN, IT'S MY OWN REMORSE, HELP ME TO DECIDE.
HEIGHT , five foot two
EYE COLOR , greenish brown
HAIR COLOR , dark brown
PLAY-BY , lucy hale
OVERALL PERSONALITY , outspoken, naive, patient, fun-loving, reckless to a fault, virgin, good girl, insecure, hopeless romantic, easily persuaded, good-hearted, kind, generous, indecisive, does the unexpected, dislikes confrontation, sometimes two-faced, dislikes change, outspoken, jealous, loyal, bitchy when needed, easily upset, emotional, cheerful, forgetful, untidy, likes simplicity, honest, confident, family-oriented, athletic, self-sacrificing, likes to be kept busy, wild, innocent, dependent, doesn't mind getting dirty, sweetheart, not concerned about her looks, sarcastic, mature, insecure, bottles up her emotions, flirtacious, tough as nails, stubborn, complicated, terrified of weakness, unforgiving, competitive, loves to dance, living with regrets, hard on herself, opinionated, smart, playful, realist pessimist, conflicted, on her own, fashionable, loves children, guarded, friendly, hates vulnerability, passionate.
character history
HELP ME MAKE THE MOST OF FREEDOM AND OF PLEASURE. NOTHING
EVER LASTS FOREVER. EVERYBODY WANTS TO RULE THE WORLD.
HELP ME MAKE THE MOST OF FREEDOM AND OF PLEASURE. NOTHING
EVER LASTS FOREVER. EVERYBODY WANTS TO RULE THE WORLD.
MOTHER , stella montgomery, 49, socialite
FATHER , nathaniel montgomery, deceased
SIBLINGS , n/a
PETS , frank, german shepherd
OTHER IMPORTANT FIGURES, n/a
HOMETOWN , east hampton
OVERALL , nathaniel and stella montgomery's relationship was one that was filled with romantic heat and passion; love blooming into their eyes. nathaniel eventually became a successful lawyer, seeming to have a gift for prosecuting, while stella turned to her family fortune to make her money. stella was from a family with old money, so financially, they never had problems. it didn’t take long for stella to conceive her first child, the nine months going by very quickly. she was lucky however, because avery montgomery was born right on time, and smaller than the average child. the little girl was soon to light up both of their lives in more ways than one. in her eyes, those deep green eyes, there was something so fresh that they could hardly stand it. there was something about her that just radiated with life, though superficial reasons did drive them. it was from a very young age, though, that avery was different. she was a well behaved child, though one that was as curious as ever, crawling around and reaching for things, putting even the most acclaimed child proof locks to the test. there was more than several occasions where they were rushed to the emergency room, once when the little girl accidentally sucked her hand into the vacuum cleaner, and once again when she fell off the dresser and cracked her head open.
still, the little girl remained to be the pride and joy in their lives, their relationship standing the ties of her curiosity. they resided in east hampton, new york, and they couldn't have been happier. avery was a very normal child, doing just as her parents asked when they asked it, and she was more than pleased as she grew older and learned to understand her life. she was always very naïve when it came to the ways of the world beyond her head, always so careless to the things that meant the most. it may have been for this reason, and for this reason only, as to why the death of her father was such a surprise.
she was sixteen when her father died, shattering her world of fairy tales and prince charmings. she was blasted into a reality that even she could not understand, and as she usually did, she was curious as to why. it was hard to undestand, how little her mother talked about her father's dead. but just a month after avery's sixteenth birthday, nathaniel montgomery died in a fatal car accident. she didn’t show it much, but avery was devastated. she would have fallen apart if it wasn’t for the fact that her mother was a complete wreck. after the funeral, stella would only go to work, come home with take out for avery, and then go to bed. she did the basic things a mother needed to do, and that was it.
as a mechanism to grieve over her father's death, avery began to take acting lessons. she was very talented at morphing into different characters, and becoming someone new. acting made it easier to forget her father's death, and every-time she got on stage, she just felt like a happier person all-together. but as soon as she exited the stage, the feelings of pain and grief would come crashing back to her, all at once. still, she excelled rapidly in all her classes. she spent all her free time perfecting her craft, spending hours and hours after class. after she graduated high school, she began pursuing an acting career, and has been in many movies since then. but although she doesn't show it much, avery's still devastated by her dad's death, and has yet to come to terms with it. she has become a much guarded, independent person because of it, and often doesn't lets people get too close.
