Katja Avrelija Marijanovic

[kora]

:: Katja Avrelija Marijanovic ::

Basics![/i][/color]

:: NICKNAMES: Avrel
:: AGE:19
:: BIRTHDAY:14 July, 1992
:: GENDER:female
:: SEXUALITY:straight
:: FACE CLAIM:Lena Fujii
:: MEMBER GROUP: human
:: LANGUAGES SPOKEN:Slovenian, English
[/color]

Appearance!

:: EYE COLOUR:dark brown
:: HAIR:brown
:: HEIGHT:5’3”
:: WEIGHT:106 lbs.
:: TATTOOS & PIERCINGS:ears pierced + top-of-the-ear piercing on the left ear (a small silver hoop), pierced belly button, feather tattoo on right hipbone (see attached)

:: GENERAL APPEARANCE: Avrel’s hair is naturally curly, and she usually just leaves it down as is. When she puts it in an updo, she’s already having a bad day and chances are she’s going to be in a bad mood. She keeps her makeup simple – foundation and mascara. She always has earrings in, just diamond studs, unless she’s feeling particularly girly and then they’ll be pearls. Normally, she wears dark skinny jeans and a baggy tee or sweater and bright red or blue sneaks. In summer, she switches into shorts and tanks that are just a solid color. When she’s in a girly mood, she’ll pair the dark skinnies with heels and either a button-up blouse or layered tanks. On weekends without plans she snuggles up in a too-big, off-the-shoulder sweater and shorts and slippers or over-the-knee socks. Her nails are always painted bright colors, or occasionally they’ll be black tips. She always wears a white gold necklace with a heart charm that ends at her collarbone, and a leather chord necklace with an old fashioned tarnished key that can tuck into her tanks, though she usually lets it dangle.
[/color]

Personality!

:: LIKES: running, singing, old scary movies, gummy candy, pretty much any kind of music she can sing along with, reading, learning history, hands-on activities, outdoors, hot cocoa with marshmallows, people watching
:: DISLIKES: drama, silence, dates (they’re just awkward!), swimming, the beach, snow, waking up later than 9:30, being sick, violin music (not classical, just violin; they’re overrated instruments), loud noises in small spaces
:: HABITS: tends to tap her nose when thinking, reads texts and her replies out loud, misspells simple words (e.g. “just”=jsut, “nice”=nic, “phone”=foon)
:: STRENGTHS: good at making friends (mostly with boys), fast runner, easily jumps over objects (like fences), steady thinker
:: WEAKNESSES: a bit shy when she doesn’t want to be noticed, temperamental, very rarely says no

:: OVERALL PERSONALITY: She’s a bit overbearing at times and doesn’t like to be told what to do. She’s very stubborn – once she has an idea in her head it’s nearly impossible to make her change her mind. She doesn’t talk about herself and focuses on others instead. She’s a positive thinker and always looks for the good in people, though she doesn’t trust easily and tends to throw challenges at you to see your reaction. (Simple things like racing her, or wrestling with her, or buying her jewelry, to more complicated things like pranks, or vandalism, or theft.) In a way, she’s dangerous. But at the same time she’s harmless. She’s enigmatic like that. A good tip-off to how she’s going to act is what she’s recently been listening to – bands like Owl City or Vanessa Carlton means she’s harmless and will have fun wrestling or shopping or watching a movie or playing at a park, whereas bands like Ludo or Hollywood Undead means she’s dangerous and is going to want a thrill from something that will likely land you in jail if caught.[/color]

History!

:: MOTHER: Helena Mary Cooper
:: FATHER: Damjan Peter Marijanovic
:: SIBLINGS: Artur Dusca Marijanovic, 22
:: SPOUSE: N/A
:: CHILDREN: N/A
:: PETS:
Miha, 5 yr. old Cocker Spaniel male
Mici, 1 yr. old Rottweiler female
Neza, 3 yr. old cat

:: HISTORY:(*2*) Born July 14, 1992 in Italy. She grew up in Koper, Slovenia until she was eleven. Her parents died in a car accident. She still doesn’t know any details about the crash. Artur was with their parents, but he doesn’t like talking about what he calls “the earlier years” and she hasn’t ever bothered looking it up. Both her and Artur lived with their mother’s brother, Hamish Cooper, for a year in Slovenia until he moved them to the U.S. in September 2005. She met her five cousins – Rachel, Annie, Peter, Seth, and Maurine – and her aunt, Bess. Artur lived with them for four years before moving back to Slovenia, where he is today. Avrel stayed and started renting out the apartment in the Cooper’s basement as soon as she turned eighteen, hating that she imposed on the family. Bess Cooper homeschooled her because she didn’t want to make them pay for her schooling. She got a job at sixteen, plus had a paper route since she was thirteen, and was helping pay for food and bills, all without Bess and Hamish catching on.

Avrel has been unemployed since she turned nineteen and hasn’t bothered looking for a job. She likes the freedom she has. She sketches up yard concepts for people who have heard from the Coopers that she does really good yardwork and then she’ll install the plans. That’s mostly where she gets her money from. She hasn’t ever thought about going to college – too much time and money, and she’d have to move out of the apartment which would mean leaving Miha, Mici, Neza with the Coopers who don’t really like dogs that much. Maurine, she knows, would take care of Neza. She’s toyed with the idea of moving to Australia or England, or maybe back to Slovenia. She really has no plans for her future, just knows that she wants to travel.
[/color]

Out Of Character!

:: YOUR NAME/ALIAS: Tyler
:: YOUR AGE: 18
:: CONTACT: N/A
:: ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: about 2 years, no staff positions
:: OTHER CHARACTERS: none yet (:

:: ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE:
Jake looked down from the tree. He had no clue what had happened, but he wasn't about to let his new friends be captured. He jumped down from the branches and placed himself between the guards and the gate. They paused in confusion. Jake smiled wryly and drew a knife from his belt. He played with it at first, drawing the guards' attention to his right hand as his left drew another knife and

- a guard let out a cry as he fell to the ground, clutching his throat. His companions looked around in confusion, and Jake ran back to the large tree. He had hidden a few things there, knowing that one day he might leave and never return. The guards surrounded the base of the tree, staring up into the branches. Jake let out a whoop and fell on them, his sword breaking through armour and flesh and bone. He danced away, lunged forward, spun to the left and the right, and laughed. All the while he was laughing. Like a mad man. And indeed, he could have been.

The guards began to back away, contemplating the situation. One man - no, a boy - had defeated five soldiers, trained hard, taught to die before surrendering, and had not received a single scratch. Jake stuck his broadsword in the ground and leaned against it, closing one eye to stare at them. To say they were frightened would not be accurate. More or less, they were shaken. Indeed, they were shaking - with rage, hatred, and blood lust but not with fear. Jake sighed and smiled again, picked up his sword, and turned his back on them. It was against his instincts, made his gut turn uncomfortably, but he knew they weren't about to attack him while he watched. They were low, and would go for a low shot - any chance to reach him, pierce his skin, make him bleed.

They shuffled forward, the dirt around their feet rising in small clouds. Jake continued walking. They followed. Jake paused at the first dead guard he reached; it had been the one he attacked first. He knelt down and withdrew the knife from a pool of scarlet blood. Then he turned back to the other guards and smiled again, as he had the first time.

"Torture, isn't it? Knowing that you can't touch me."

He shook his head and simply walked out the gate, no restraints.
[/color]

Credits!

TEMPLATE MADE BY .:margie:. WHO SPENT A LOT OF HER TIME AND HARD WORK MAKING IT. PLEASE DO NOT STEAL OR SHE WILL SEND AN ARMY OF HUNGRY WEREWOLVES TO EAT YOU UP!

Attachments: