Post by Ava Sophia on Aug 3, 2011 1:16:50 GMT -5
|| Ava Sophia ||
Age: sixteen years old.
Appearance: "maybe she's born with it, maybe it's maybelline". ava very frequently leaves her home without applying at least a thin coating of makeup; all of the basics, never any less. as a small child, ava's hair fell below her waist, as it does now, but with a much darker tone. she had developed a love for hair dye around the age of eleven, keeping her hair the color of the summer sun from then on. being from a town where appearance counted 90% of what someone thought of you, ava tended to keep her figure lean and fit no matter the season.
Personality: it's said that a person can only have one or the other; brains or beauty. however, there are exceptions to this rule. ava is no ordinary smart, pretty girl. her heart is open to all, leaving her vulnerable to an animal in need or a person who needs to pour his/her soul out. she keeps her mind blank, ready to be filled with whatever information comes her way. although listening seems to be a go for ava, telling is a definite halting point. her words go as far as her throat when it comes to revealing any information about herself.
a picture is worth a thousand words, which is why ava keeps a sketch pad and a bundle of markers stashed inside of her backpack. there is always time to put your feelings into a drawing and she makes sure of that. usually, when ava is sketching, someone may ask her anything and she'll reveal intricate answers to all of them, something she has tried to control in the past.
besides closing and opening up when she doesn't want to, ava is your regular teenage girl just exploring the lives of others to catch a glimpse into their lives through conversation and a quick sketch.
History: it had been a summer to remember. ava sophia had just turned six. her father was visiting a friend in a nearby town and he'd finally agreed for her to ride with him, leaving her mother at home with her younger brother, andrew. the man they were visiting owned a shop on the edge of town where he sold the essential supplies for a traveling person. he also owned his very own set of pokemon. in his small party, he contained an eevee, a pikachu, and a vulpix. to ava, they were beautiful. the kind of pokemon she had always, since she could remember, wanted.
ava's childhood was that of a pampered, yet well-mannered child. she, unlike some, did not have rough times or tragedies. this could explain why she was an easy listener but not an easy speaker. she had never had any real reasons to open up to anyone besides her parents, her brother, or her best friend from her hometown in the sinnoh region. at the age of twelve, it had been time for her parents to decide whether or not she was ready to begin traveling.
most of the other children's parents had began sending their children off to a pokemon academy of sorts, something ava didn't quite think of as exciting. she wanted to obtain her pokemon and get out into the world. more so, she wanted the knowledge of the history of the pokemon she dreamed about and breeding them to the right degree. her parents, however, wanted her in school, not on the road.
after a few years of wondering and thinking, she had finally agreed on getting the education her parents had wanted her to receive. this had left her with her sketch pad alone and the will and faith to do amazing things with her imagination and her knowledge, leaving her in a place filled with new faces and new facts and off of the road. well, at least for a while.
Classes: pokemon breeding.
coordinating 101.
history of pokemon.
pokemon cooking.
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