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AYSEL ISSY PRICE

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NAME Aysel Issy Price (nicknamed 'Mooney' because it is the hidden meaning of her name)
AGE nineteen
GENDER female
SEXUALITY heterosexual
ON TOUR WITH Breaking the Ties
AS THEIR drummer
PLAYED BY Elsie Enchanted

LIKES

• moonlight
  
• sleeping
  
• hook-ups
  
• smiles
  
• jokes
  
• boys that show her a good time
  
• reading
  
• creating new tunes for the band
  
• playing the drums
  
• listening to music
  
• writing stories
  
• singing
  
• messing with her hair
  
• making cookies
  
• doodling
  
• slushy
  
• interpreting pieces of music
  
• to daydream
  
• to bite people
  
• marshmallows

DISLIKES

• being fooled
  
• losing
  
• failing
  
• threats
  
• smarties
  
• people that think they are better than anyone else
  
• paparazzi that insult her
  
• annoyances that like to mess with her head
  
• Disney programmes
  
• bitchy people
  
• sunrise
  
• eating on a regular bases
  
• getting called fat
  
• vegetables
  
• fast food restaurants
  
• liars
  
• bullies
  
• being licked
  
• over the top fans
  
• scary movies

FEARS

• getting found by her family
  
• failing
  
• rabbits
  
• heights
  
• heartbreakers

STRENGTHS

• playing the drums
  
• keeping in time
  
• composing the pieces for the band
  
• keeping a twinkle in her eye
  
• good listener
  
• actually a quite good singer

WEAKNESSES

• can become too quiet
  
• or can become too hyper
  
• gets drunk a tad too quickly
  
• runs from relationships
  
• can’t keep a secret if interrogated
  
• can often glaze over when in mid conversation

GOALS

• to be classed as a great musician
  
• to compose music that is successful in the charts
  
• to meet the British band McFLY and rob Harry Judd’s drumsticks
  
• to give a cookie to the queen

SECRETS

• Aysel lost her virginity to her cousin when she got too drunk at his 20th birthday party, she was only 16 years old when this happened
  
• Aysel ran away from home shortly after her family found out what had happened at the birthday party
  
• Another secret is that she stole all the money from her father’s bank account in order for her to get a quicker escape from her family

PERSONALITY
sensitive in all honesty, Aysel is quite the sensitive soul. One small insult and she will doubt herself so quickly that it will never seize to amaze you. Some say that she is over sensitive in the sense and needs to learn how to control her feelings more, but this is something she will never be able to overcome. She is just too weak to do so, and most definitely will anyone be able to walk all over her in one flash.
sensible there comes a time when Aysel has to be the sensible one of her band, she is the one that enjoys taking the time out to create the music and so forth and in order to do so, she needs to act in a sensible manner. Although this flaw is very rare, when she needs to be, Aysel is sensible as sensible can be.
tease when Aysel is drunk, she comes across as the biggest tease around. She tends to flirt a lot when she has one too many and this can lead to many a one nightstand. In which she is not proud of at all.
gullible my word is this girl gullible, she will believe anything that is said. Being a great follower of gossip magazines and so on, she will easily be fooled by the crap that is exposed inside such things. Another part to her gullible side is that she is quite innocent (at least when not drunk) but being too credulous, she can often lose her innocence so fast that you won’t even be able to blink!
clumsy Aysel is an extremely clumsy girl, always falling over her own feet or walking in doors…you name it she has done it! She is that clumsy that you can always find a bump, bruise, cut, it all on her fragile frame! She seriously needs to watch where she is going, she could be heading for deep trouble soon enough…
musical Aysel is an amazingly talented musician, she can sing, play the drums and compose music. Her dreams consist of being successful in this business and so she will try her best – she does not won’t to fail.
confused she is quickly confused in any situation and so people take pleasure out of seeing her pause, blink and “er…?” for half an hour until she clicks. Basically, she is pretty slow.
intelligence she has some intelligence, but not as good as others. She can read, write, compose and so on, but she does not know much about the world and how she should act all the time.
loner classed as the band loner, this is actually the only insult she shrugs off. She is so used to being the one that wonders off into the night just to think on stuff.
determined when Aysel begins things, she doesn’t always finish them. But that doesn’t mean she won’t try!

PARENTS Sandy Mae Price, forty four, mother, her hidden treasure, dead
James Riley Price, forty five, father, her real life suffocation, wants her dead
SIBLINGS Aysel is an only child
HOMETOWN nashville tennesee
OTHER FIGURES Michael Price, twenty three, cousin, known to her as the b*stard, took her virginity
HISTORY Born into a very close family, everything seemed as good as it possibly could get. The family had money, a house, jobs and two cars which meant they were living it big to most people. Aysel would often be brought to town meetings where she would have to sit through long and boring speeches about how to improve the small town she lived in. Life seemed perfect and somewhat quiet, and Aysel was the happy little healthy growing child that everyone adored.
Until the day that Aysel turned seven years old, her father became abusive towards her and her mother. This continued up until Aysel was at the age of 14. When the beatings became that extreme that her father actually killed her mother with his bare hands. It was the hour of midnight, Aysel and her parents were enjoying their time spent together as they played a board game, when suddenly the hurtful side to her father twisted and flared within him and then he became the aggressive being that he usually became when his personality changed dramatically. Aysel and her mother were able to acknowledge that James was not his happy self and tried to leave the room. But there was no time and so Aysel was grabbed by her father, dragged across the carpeted flooring by her hair. There she was slammed into the solid wall, where she assessed her wounds and once she had done so, she looked back up to watch the death of her mother. At that moment, she felt as though she had become lonely. As the tears streamed down her face and through blurred vision, Aysel crawled away to escape the somewhat grasp of her murderous father.

That night, Aysel hid in her bedroom with the door locked shut. She covered her ears, wailing her sorrows away as the feelings of loneliness grew strong within her. Her father had left her alone in the house, disappearing into the night, to leave his daughter with only the lifeless body of her beautiful mother. Aysel had cried herself to sleep that night – mind open as a result of shock and fear. She dreamed of a place; a place full of darkness and emptiness, signifying her life. The only sound found within the dream was the racing noise of her heartbeat. Not even her breath was audible.

She awoke to the sounds of her bedroom door breaking down, policemen charging in and scooping her up in their arms and scurrying away out of the place she had previously called home. She then learnt that her father had given himself up and confessed to the murder and the abuse. This fact had startled Aysel and had caused her to stay mute for a long time.

Aysel was placed in a care home where she was quickly fostered into her Auntie’s home. Aysel had replaced her fears and depression with happiness and joy because she had now a replacement for her old family. Although she felt safe with this family, she was still worried that her father would be able to harm her again. She grew up with this family until she was at the age where she decided that she would gain an education as she had missed out on one when part of her biological family.
But that too went down the drains when she was invited to her cousin’s birthday party. He was turning twenty and was a bit too promiscuous; he, like Aysel had, had had one too many which caused him to do the things he never wanted to do. This resulted in them sleeping together. She was only 16 years old and felt violated in her own family. When her Auntie found out, she was ashamed of the both of them and could not look them in the eye. She notified Aysel’s father and she was made to go to visit him. There, he spat at her and called her far too many insults that have left an impact on her.
As her father was still in prison and he was not coming out any time soon, Aysel took it on herself to take all of her father’s savings and get out of the life she lived and start a fresh somewhere else. She was soon back on tracks when she met up with a busker who taught her how to play the drums. She apparently had a raw talent and was destined to be a star and so Aysel set out on the mission to find her destiny. This led her to becoming part of breaking the ties.

NAME jen
AGE fifteen
EXPERIENCE near enough two years
OTHER CHARACTERS --
THE MAGIC WORD -admin edit-
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE

fleeing from the phrase "emerald life"

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Remaining on the soft tiling and blinking immensely at such a thought of being called “interesting” and not any type of insult, bewildered Beth as she sat cross legged on the ground of the florist in which she had been taken to by a dead person. Thoughts rushing around her mind and words not structuring properly, Beth looked up at the florist, a startled expression overtaking her features as she did so, and tilted her head to one side.

Interesting? Interesting?? she questioned, voice crescendo’ing from a whisper to her normal tone. To her it seemed as though she was bellowing at the girl, but this was only because her head now pulsed in pain as the smell grew stronger and stronger causing her to feel somewhat weakened and nauseas. And that’s when the thought hit her; she recognised such a scent as the one that loomed in the air now. Rosemary... she inwardly informed herself and covered her face to shield her senses from the smell that became the aroma of the room in which she found herself somewhat trapped inside by the will of her tired and confused mind. She had lied earlier on about being allergic to such substances as lavender, and now she was indeed suffering from lying. It was karma’s idea to punish her, she was actually allergic to rosemary, the smell usually caused her to feel light headed and dizzy – and as normal, it did this time around.

I might just have to take you up on the offer of a glass of water... she told the florist as the shock of not being insulted with words that she had expected and the fact that she now couldn’t stand the scent that blossomed around the area in which she sat in. Hey, I never caught your name. she added as she studied the florist’s stance, noticing the fact that the calm expression was fading away and a somewhat scary grin replacing such pleasant expressions that had previously been carried out. The facial expression of the florist now caused Beth to shake slightly with fear as she slowly cradled herself deeper into the coat – her protective layer, protecting her from the outside world. She’s going to call someone to take me away; she’s going to be nice to me and then call the police...or...the hospital! But this time I won’t get away, I have said too much, I have never done that before. Shit, shit, shit! she gulped at such a thought and began to shake more vigorously. Heart rate reaching to a high extent and trembling hands tightening into balls to hide the clammy palms, Beth cringed and felt herself sink into her coat. Her eyes darted to the floor in which she stayed sat upon, unable to move as she had the fear of falling back down.

Eyes still kept concentrated on the ground, Beth tried to take a few calming deep breaths. On hearing the florist say such a comment as making a deal, Beth’s eyes widened as a puzzled expression appeared on her beautiful features. Deal? she whispered, confused as to what was actually going on. Mind set in a complete daze, she tried to listen, but this process was too hard as her mind tried to jumble a sentence together to ask why they needed to come to a deal. Seeing a flash of colour through the corner of her eyes, Beth quickly looked up, watching the flowers that had been cradled in the florist’s arms fall to the ground. Huh? That was random. After analyzing why the florist could have threw the flowers to the ground, Beth came to the conclusion that it was so if she was to make a run for it, the florist could grasp upon her and keep her enclosed in the florist until some authority personal came. Butterflies taking flight within her stomach, Beth felt sick and put her head in between her knees. Surely someone that had been so calm and looks so kind would never do something so cruel as to send a crazy freak away? Right? she questioned, attempting to reassure herself from the fears that took over her thoughts.

Well unless someone else works at this florist, then I suppose the ghost is here for you. Beth said, voice quiet, therefore breaking into silence as she spoke. Feeling hot and clammy, Beth gulped yet again. ...Please no more flowers. her mind pleaded with her. Flowers always reminded her of graveyards, a place that she naturally called her second home from being there that many times when aiding the grieving families of those she helped cross into the light.

This being has a name. she added, as though she was protective of those who were isolated within the afterlife. And...er...I suppose I could help to move the spirit. But she or he has their purpose of being here. Just like me, both me and the ghost have an unknown reason. Unless... she began. Unless you are the reason as to why both of us are here. she finished, mouth wide in shock at such a thought as that. But what is so special about you? she questioned, staring in the sapphire eyes of the woman who had asked for her help. Now that is so unexpected...right, where are these ambulances? she somewhat skitted herself.

Gradually standing up off of the floor and squeezing the sleeves of the coat as reassurance that she was going to be ok, Beth took a deep breath and then a sudden urge to sneeze overtook her mind and body. Damn it! she quietly cursed before blasting into a load sneeze. Aaaa-choooo! the sound roared from within her minuscule frame. She certainly did not portray the feel of delicacy now after that. Blinking ever so innocently, she repeated her question but this time as though it were a thought that had escaped: What is so special about you?[/center] [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

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