EVERETT, aera lyttia

[Aera Everett]

AERA lyttia EVERETT

Hai party people! My name's ELYSIAN and I'm NINETEEN years old. I've been playing this game for SEVEN YEARS. Just a heads up, my timezone is EST and my other characters round here are N/A. And I know what I'm talkin' 'bout - TWITTER. See!?

» NAME: Aera (Air-ah) Lyttia Everett
» NICKNAMES: Air
» AGE: Nineteen
» SPECIES: Human
» GENDER: Female
» SEXUALITY: Heterosexual

» PLAY BY: Barbara Palvin
» HAIR COLOR: Brown
» EYE COLOR: Light Blue
» OTHER: She's around 5'7, 120 pounds. She prefers to wear cut off shorts, tank tops, plaid button downs and over sized sweaters. She can sometimes be seen in jeans. Combat boots are a must, fishnets and knee or thigh high socks.

» LIKES:
*80's cartoons
*Action movies
*Sci-fi movies
*Game Shows
*The colours red, orange, and black
*Holiday decorations
*Comic books
*Reading
*Writing(poetry)
*Sleeping
*Eating
*Art(she sketches a lot)
*Video games
*Music(classic rock: big Boston fan, punk: Billy Idol is her favourite, pop, pop-rock...anything really)
*Dancing (though she isn't very good...)
*Rain
*Thunder
*Autumn
*Fish sticks
*Bubble tea
*Sushi
» DISLIKES:
*Hot weather
*Cranberries
*Romantic comedies
*Politics
*Motorcycles
*Liars
*Cheaters
*Attention whores
*Bullies
*Corndogs
*Spray cheese
*Soap Operas
*Judgmental people
» STRENGTHS:
*Brave
*Friendly
*Wise
*Spunky
* Adventuresome
*Honest
*Polite
*Trustworthy
*Comedic
*Caring
*Imaginative
*Fast
» WEAKNESSES:
*Clumsy
*Hot Tempered
*Sarcastic
*Dramatic
*Emotional
*Slight social anxiety(she's okay around small groups of people, but large groups are a no no)
*Easily attached to others(once she knows you, that's it)
» FEARS:
*Chinese lanterns (like these)
*Birds(mostly she just doesn't like them)
*Mascot costumes and mannequins
*Public bathrooms(they're dirty...)
*Public transportation(buses, trains, airplaines. taxis are okay because there aren't a lot of other people)
» OVERALL:

Let her tell you what you want to hear. But she'll work in her own ideas and advice. She's passionate about helping others, and she's wise beyond her years, yet somehow youthful at the same time. But she's a dreamer, and sometimes she get's lost. She knows magic and monsters are real, but that doesn't stop her from believing in fairytales. She doesn't fit inside the box, but she's good at running around it. She gets attached to people easily, since her emotions are always on high alert. She speaks in stories and metaphors a lot of the time, which people find irritating, but she doesn't really care. She's generally happy on the outside, but doesn't everyone pretend to be?

» HOMETOWN: New York City, New York
» FAMILY:
*Lyttia Everett-39-Hunter
*Alexander Everett-44-Hunter
» OVERALL HISTORY:

Aera Lyttia Everett was born on May 16th 1993 in New York City, New York. Both her parents were raised as hunters and continued in the profession. While her parents were off working jobs, she would sometimes stay with her grandmother, but that only worked until she was seven, and her grandmother passed away. From that moment on, Aera was stuck going along with her parents and learning everything they knew. By sixteen she was working jobs, and it wasn't that she hated it. She didn't have any feelings towards it, actually. But she started to get bored and restless as they travelled from city to city and she was left wondering, 'What else is there?' Her mother left and never came back, her own father started to get abusive. And so when she was seventeen, she ran off on her own with nothing but a backpack of things. Despite her strong dislike for public transportaion(fear, lets say), she took any train or bus that could take her anywhere.

She doesn't have a destination, she's just riding. But because of being a hunter(er-hunter in training?), she doesn't really have an identity, so work has been an issue. So she just survives anyway she knows how. She stays with some famailiar faces when she passes through towns she's been to before. Sometimes she'll break into a car, sleep in there until the alarm on her watch goes off and she can run away. It's not an ideal life, heck it's not much different than what she was doing before, but she feels different. Kind of free. Not having to worry about what's happening or what will happen. Just taking it how it is. And she kind of feels like, in a way, it's a miracle.

Sometimes she thinks that maybe she'd like to settle down and find a home, but life moves too fast. She feels anxious if she isn't moving. Running. From no one, from everyone. Nothing and everything. Maybe one day, when she's older and doesn't have the need to grasp the edges of life with her two bare hands. Until then, she's content. Content with being nobody. Somebody. Anybody. Whatever you need, she can be it and herself at once.

» RP SAMPLE:

It's from another rp, I hope that's okay :3

When fifteen year old Alice opened her eyes, the light was too bright. She couldn’t really feel anything, and she briefly wondered if this was what dying felt like. She liked it. It didn’t hurt. It was warm and inviting. But as her eyes adjusted to the light, she realized she was alive. Alive in a hospital room, hooked up to machines. Tubes attached to her everywhere. In her nose, IVs in her wrists and the crook of her elbow. She hadn’t needles, and seeing them made her flinch. Anthony was sitting in the chair right by her bed, and he was sleeping. He was sleeping but his face still looked tired. “Anthony?” she said, but her voice was raw. Her throat her. But it was enough sound to make him wake up.

His eyes popped open and he was alert at once. “Wonderland! Oh, Wonderland, you’re awake!” he said, sounding thankful. “How long was I asleep?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “Few days,” Anthony said, reaching to take one of her hands. “Alice…what do you remember?” he asked. Alice paused to think about it. “I remember that…I was in an accident…but I don’t remember how bad it was. I don’t remember it much right now. Where’s nana?” she asked. Anthony shook his head. “It’ll come back to you. Alice, it was bad. But you’re okay, you’re okay, so everything is okay,” Anthony said quickly. “Where’s nana?” she asked again, looking at him.

They just stared at each other for a long while. “Anthony. Where is nana?” she asked, starting to sound angry. Anthony looked down, taking a deep breath. “Alice, nana didn’t make it,” he said quietly. “What?” she asked, not hearing him. Anthony looked up to meet her eyes, and he looked crushed. “Nana didn’t make it. She’s gone, Alice. She died on impact,” he explained.

Something snapped in Alices mind just then.

“No! No!” she said, shaking her head fast, trying to sit up. “No! Find one of her books we can try and bring her back! Take me instead!” she said, getting a head of herself, sounding hysterical. “Alice, you can’t bring the dead back. You know that. People have tried and only bad things come from it. People kill—” Anthony started to say, trying to reason with her, but Alice wasn’t having any of it. “KILL ME. JUST KILL ME PLEASE,” she begged, tears pooling in her eyes and spilling down her cheeks. “It’s my fault! It’s all my fault! Please kill me, I can’t live with the guilt! IF YOU WONT LET ME TRY TO BRING HER BACK THEN KILL ME!” she screamed, yanking at the tubes, pulling them out of her arms and letting blood flow. Anthony cried to, grabbing her hands and trying to make her stop. “Alice! Alice please stop! It wasn’t your fault! I’m not going to let you die! Don’t you dare ask me that! You need to live for me, and your parents, and you have so many more people left to meet,” he cried, holding her arms down on the bed.

“I don’t care about other people! I’ll probably kill them too! I’m a murderer!” she cried, turning her face sideways into the pillow. Anthony started grabbing tissues and pressing them to Alices wrists and the creases of her elbows before he buzzed for a doctor. “Alice, you’re alive because people need you. There are people out there who need you. Remember what your nana said,” Anthony said, brushing her hair back as the doctors came in and fixed her up. Alice laughed bitterly. “Strangers! I don’t care about them! I don’t care about him! I don’t need to stay here for him! I don’t need to stay here for anyone! Let me go!” she screamed, and the doctors gave her something to sleep. “You don’t mean that. I know you want to stay. Think about…what it would do to your parents. What it would do to me,” he murmured. Alice just shook her head.

And she looked at him with such a look that Anthony was almost frightened. “Keep me alive. But everyday I’m alive, I’ll be wishing I was dead. I’ll be thinking of ways to do it. Because I don’t deserve to be alive,” she said, and her voice rang with so much truth that Anthony just wanted her to sleep.

And sleep she did. And when she woke up later, she didn’t speak.

She didn’t smile or laugh.

Not for days. Not for weeks. Not for months.

She was like a robot, going through the motions of living, but she wasn’t feeling anything. She was numb. She refused to have emotions.

And even after she did start talking again, there were no feelings behind the words.

And now they were seventeen, and she was packing a bag to leave. Anthony was filming her and saying ridiculous things about happiness. Alice finished packing her things, and then she looked at him with cold eyes. “This is what you wanted, right? This is why you wouldn’t let me go. Because you wanted me to go see him. YOU MADE ME LIVE FOR THIS. I’m going to hate him. I hate you. I hate everything,” she said. Anthony just smiled. “I don’t think you do and I don’t think you will. You’re just scared of everything and everyone and you’re afraid to be close to people. But I bet as soon as you see him, everything will change,” he said, smiling widely. “What? An awakening in my soul or some bullshit?” Alice asked, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, something like that. But I think think they call it something else,” he said casually. “Oh, yeah? And what’s that?” she asked.

“Love.”

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