Rebecca Avery Wilson. Done.

[REBECCA AVERY WILSON]

(REBECCA AVERY WILSON )
Life Should Be Loved
Death Shouldn't Be Feared, But Understood
Love Should Be Embraced
Hatred Shouldn't Be Carried, But Released
Forgivness Should Always Be Given
Second Chances Should Be Earned, But Never Misused
People Should Always Keep Promises
Promises Shouldn't Be Broken, But Fullfilled
Understanding Should Be The Key.

( BREAK IT DOWN FOR US )

( FULL NAME ) Rebecca Avery Wilson
( PLAYBY ) Becky Lou Filip
( CANON/ORIGINAL ) Orignal
( NICKNAMES ) Becca, Becky, Avery
( AGE ) Twenty-three
( ORIENTATION ) Hetero-sexual
( BIRTHDATE DATE ) 12/12
( SPECIES ) Fairy
( POWERS ) Adoptive Muscle Memory (Copycat)

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*NOTE: IF YOUR CHARACTER IS A WOLF OR SHIFTER, GIVE
CHARACTERISTICS OF BOTH HUMAN AND ANIMAL FORM.

( HEIGHT ) Five feet Four inches
( WEIGHT ) One hundred and Twenty pounds
( HAIR ) Dark red almost brown looking.
( EYES ) Greyish blue color
( PIERCINGS/TATTOOS ) Her ears are pierced
( SCARS/BIRTHMARKS ) Has a little scar on her left thigh
( ANYTHING ELSE WE SHOULD KNOW ) She doesn't dress to match the trends, she dresses more indie styled.

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( HABITS ) Stands pigeon toed, Chews on her lip when bored, Gets lost in her own little world easily, Reads a book then rereads it and highlights her favorite lines in it.
( FEARS ) Dogs, Vampires, Water, Birds flying over her head.
( LIKES ) Thrift stores, Photography, Old clocks, Apples, Peacock feathers, nature, Dunes, Pianos, Bracelets, PeterPan shoes, Traveling.
( DISLIKES ) Modern buildings, Digital clocks, Bananas, Sunglasses, Dogs, Water, Fans, Toe rings, Flip flops, Most modern clothing, Bunny slippers, Fast food(aside from fries and sodas).
( SECRETS ) Was Adopted, Has Rich Parents.

( BEST MEMORY )
Rebecca's best memory would be when she was adopted by the Wilson's. Most kids were adopted at young ages, but Becca was sixteen years old and complete grateful to the couple to take her away from that place. She could remember that day like it was yesterday. She was sitting across from the couple who weren't like most, most who came in were young and a little intimadating, but this couple was warm and welcoming. They just spoke for sometime about anything and everything not bothering to look at any of the other children. They took her home the next day and everything just went up hill from there.

( WORST MEMORY )
Rebecca still has nightmares from her worst memory, but instead of just one memory there are quite a few which fuels her weariness of all males, even though she hides it by still acting friendly and what not to them all. Rebecca had been in an orphanage until she was sixteen years old and during her time there she had been raped repeatedly by some older boys there, but it had all started when she was fifteen. Though a year doesn't sound like a long time since she had stayed there for basically sixteen years, it was still hard since it didn't only happen once or every once and a while, really it was a weekly if not daily thing.

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( FAMILY )
Eric Allen Wilson,, Fifty-Eight,, Father
Amy Rosa Wilson,, Fifty-Six,, Mother
Gabrial Alexander Wilson,, Nineteen,, Brother
( FRIENDS )
There isn't a person that Avery couldn't something that she liked about them.
( PETS )
None
( HOMETOWN )
Las Vegas, Nevada

( HISTORY )
Rebecca Avery Wilson was born in Las Vegas Nevada was placed in an orphanage at two months old in Las Vegas and at sixteen years old she was sdopted to a family who lived in Las Vegas. The girl spent her whole life in Las Vegas Nevada and didn't mind it. When in the orphanage Rebecca had ben raped quite a few times while she was fifteen and a little while she was sixteen, but really before that she hadn't minded the orphanage that much, but shortly after she turned sixteen a nice looking couple came and they spoke for hours about hte motst random things and that is all it took for them to decided to take the girl in. She was welcomed with open arms by their family including their son which she found a little shocking since she did know that most children didn't care for adopted kids, but she was glad that they were able to get along so well.

When Rebecca turned sixteen the orphanage allowed her to get a part time job at a cafe as a waitress and when The Wilson's adopted her they allowed her to keep the job and she was even able to take on a few more hours. No one was able to guess that Becky was adopted since she looked quite a bit like them already and really the only difference was that Rebecca was a Fairy and they are all human, but only other magical creatures would know that, or at least that is what she believed. When Rebecca graduated high school she declared that she wouldn't be attending college even though she already knew this. Even though the Wilson's fought her tooth and nail on it she stiid strong with her decsion and not long after that she moved out, though she stayed in Vegas.

Once she turned twenty the girl moved from Vegas to California, but she visited home as much as she possibly could and they visited her quite often as while. Avery had always been close to the Wilson's and that never changed even when she moved to Louisiana and found out that Gabe might be moving from home also. She wrote and called home often and they even came out to visit once or twice, but since both adults still worked they found it hard to visit as often as before since they were only two and half hours away when she lived in California. Rebecca was really excited to learn about her little brother moving, but a little nervous that they wouldn't keep in touch since he was planning on going to New York and it seemed like they had already been drifting, but when he brother came up and stayed for a two weeks by himself everything was put back to normal.

( NOW, TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF! )

( ALIAS ) Ty
( TIMEZONE ) Pacific
( HOW'D YOU FIND US? ) An ad
( RULES WORD ) admin edited

( RP SAMPLE )

i think the spotlight always gives you stage fright
†WISH THIS ALL WOULD END RIGHT†

†STOP MAKING MY HEAD SPIN†
it's over but what if we just pretend

Timothy disappeared into the forest with ease. The overly large black hoodie that he always seemed to wear easily hid him from everyones stares. His washed out jeans sat low on his jutted hip bones which meant he wore a belt to keep them from falling off. Vibrantly colored vans stuck out from the forests natural dark hues. His grey eyes stayed glued to the ground as he kept the hood up so his face was hidden as well. Timothy was taught from an early age intraction with other people is a bad thing and so now it just comes naturally. Don't speak unless spoken to another rule his mother had set upon him even though he followed them he found himself breaking that lately, but not often. He always waited for a scream or punishment when he did so, but they never came which for some reason always shocked the young lad. He was just so use to being punished or yelled at that he couldn't grasp on to the fact that there was no punishment for speaking here.

He had never reached the fence, but he was always trying. Kayden loved the forest, but he rarely came out to see it, he rarely left his room actually. But when he did it was becuase he was usually trying to avoid a session, he could easily hide out here. He would just walk and walk for hours before he decided he was content and would walk back, but today was different. Today he wasn't avoiding a session or anything of the sort sure maybe some people, but it seemed like everyone was avoiding someone for one reason or another. The boy had no reason to be out here except for the pure joy of being out here. His eyes followed the long crooked trunk of the tree that was blocking his path. He debated on going around it or climbing it, but in the end his slender fingers ended up grasping the bark desperatly as he hoisted himself up.

Farther and farther the boy climbed until he decided that he was at his limit. Everyone has a limit and actually Timothy has a small fear of heights, but only to a certain point. After a few silent minutes Kayden pulled down his hood and leaned back against the base of the tree as he looked around. All he could see was trees and it was actually quite calming. A contented sigh escaped the boys lips as he let his eyes flutter shut for a few moments, but the second he did he regretted it. As always horrible images reappeared into his mind. Images of his mother and the abuse she caused to him. Timothy looked down at his hands which had once been stiff were now shaking wildly. He tried to climb down from the tree in fear of falling, but ended up falling anyways. The sound echoed off of the trees and he groaned in pain as he rolled on to his side and onto his stomach trying to get up.

He knew nothing was broken, but he had the wind knocked out of him and his back hurt horridly. Timothy made it on to his hands and knees as he took a few deep breathes before he dared to even try and stand up again. His eyes were squeezed shut as he tried to over come the pain, but really he had felt much wrose, the bruises around his neck proved that. Even though most believed that every single scar on his body was caused by his hands in reality only a few acutally were, but he just pretended that they were and kept his mouth shut knowing perfectly well that his abusive mother and father were still out there and probably planning on having another kid. Even though they hated children they had to have them almost like a security blanket that they are able to treat like rag dolls when needed.

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