Post by aria primrose on Aug 6, 2012 16:34:10 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 0px 20px 0px; border-radius:20px 0px 20px 0px; padding: 10px; border: #000000 solid 0px; ] stuck in this daydream. [style=font-family: helvetica; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: 6px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center;]LORI FULL NAME: aria rose lloyd ALIAS: lori DATE OF BIRTH: twenty second march 1991 AGE: twenty OCCUPATION: university student SEXUALITY: heterosexual, bi-curious PLAY BY: annasophia robb UNIVERSITY STUDENT [style=background-color: #664340; border: 10px solid #664340; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: 10px; color: #ABA291; text-align: center;]personality Aria is the fun-loving, bubbly girl that sometimes goes a little too far with her recklessness. Despite her occasionally dangerous attitude to life, she's easy-going and most people find it easy to get along with her. She's charming and witty, with a knack for sarcasm. She's also quite the scholar, though few people know this. Although she's typically a friendly kind of girl, she has a far feistier side, and isn't at all afraid to speak her mind. She'll stand up for what she believes in, and for her 'rights' especially. She's the sort of person that'll jump into a fight that has nothing to do with her, in order for her to help the 'weaker' side. She has a sharp tongue when needs be, and she can be pretty confrontational. Beneath the happy exterior there's a completely new side of her- a side that often goes looking for arguments, and constantly picks at her own imperfections. She suffers with depression and once tried to take her own life. A lack of relationship with her parents has made her hard to get close to, and distrustful of everyone and everything. At times she can come off as cold and distant, but that's just the wall she's built to stop herself from getting hurt. She's a reckless person, a party girl, and always up for fun- whether that results in trouble hardly matters at all for her. Insecure and somewhat fragile, she isn't really known by anybody. Despite her own daredevil nature, she's a worrier when it comes to other people, and is constantly biting her nails- a habit she's tried time and time again to get rid of. She's a keen lover of photography, chai lattes and friends (although she does like solitude from time to time). As far as dislikes go, she doesn't have many- she hates bullies, and has little time for family (considering her own experience of it has been somewhat poor). She dislikes cold weather and is a secret lover of English Literature (although her maths leaves something to be desired). [/style][style=background-color: #664340; border: 10px solid #664340; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: 10px; color: #ABA291; text-align: center;]physical description Petite and slim, Aria is a compact girl. Were she taller, she could be considered lanky, but as it is, she stands at a tiny five foot three. Her hair, though naturally blonde, is sometimes artificially lightened, and usually hangs to below her shoulders, with some variations on the length. She's constantly smiling and laughing (a smile hides a lot of things) and is thankful to the braces she endured as a younger teenagers that helped to provide her with the straight white teeth she has today. Her eyes are a pale green and her skin is somewhat pale, although does tan nicely in the summer months. Her scars on her wrists are the only thing that really tell of her past, but they're mostly faded and can only be seen if her arms are looked at particularly closely. She has no distinguishing tattoos (but hopes for them in the future!). [/style][style=background-color: #664340; border: 10px solid #664340; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: 10px; color: #ABA291; text-align: center;]history Aria Lloyd was born a mistake. Plain and simple- she was unwanted from the moment her young mother, at the age of just seventeen, realised that she was pregnant. Despite her desire for an abortion, Aria's father came from a devout religious family who were strongly against the practice of abortion- and so it was decided. Aria was to be born. But she wasn't to be loved- at least not by her parents. They were young and foolish, without the means of really caring for her, instead relying on their parents before them to provide for their new baby. Her father Alan had a dead end job in the town garage, and her mother Alyson worked in a store for a short while until she was made redundant. They didn't have time for a child and they could hardly look after themselves as it was. [/style]For most of her childhood, Aria grew in a home where she called her parents by their first names, and was basically left to fend for herself. By the age of six she was opening kitchen cupboards and pulling out crisps and biscuits- by ten, she was able to cook some meals for herself, despite the obvious dangers with having a child near open fires and gas cookers. Her parents argued over everything in their lives- their relationship, each other, and especially her. The words 'mistake' and 'accident' were thrown around so often that it didn't take long for Aria to realise the meaning behind them- they were cruel words, she felt, even at that age. She knew she was different from the kids at her school- the kids who called their parents 'mommy' and 'daddy', and the kids who were tucked into bed at night and told 'I love you' more times in a day than they could count. Aria was a stranger in her own home. She went off the rails at fourteen- tired of being pushed around, of being branded a 'failure' and a 'disgrace' by her own parents. She was tired of living with people who didn't deserve to have her. But she hadn't known they didn't deserve her at that point- their words led her to believe that she was exactly what they said she was. She skipped school so often that it was as though she'd dropped out altogether. She hung out with some of the older kids, who smoke and drank and did weed, and it wasn't too long before she was expected to go down exactly the same route. It wasn't until a few days before her fifteenth birthday that change finally started to come about- the day that she took the razor and attempted to take her own life in the family bathroom. Her parents, though they didn't love her, were not totally unfeeling- the ambulance was called, and she was saved, but they decided to wash their hands completely of her. They couldn't handle her, they said. She was a bad kid, they said. Aria was sent to live with her grandmother (Alyson's mother, Meredith) in Myrtle Beach. She was put onto medication for depression, and anxiety, and it was a long time before she came to terms with that herself. It took her even longer to open up to her grandmother- the first person to really show her any kind of love and affection at all. She built a new life for herself, with Meredith's help, and tried to keep her past in the past, not wanting it to impede anything she attempted in the future. But her history has, undoubtedly, had a lasting effect on her- she still battles with depression, and has a hard time opening up to anybody, carrying the scars her parents left with her through life. |
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