D1 // Ariel "Avox" Gray-Moreno [DONE - redo]

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D1 // Ariel "Avox" Gray-Moreno [DONE - redo] Feb 15, 2013 4:22:39 GMT -5

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Post by cass on Feb 15, 2013 4:22:39 GMT -5

Name: Ariel. But they all call me avox.
Age: 18 i think
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 1
Appearance:

i lie in the middle of roads because all the feels.

my hair really isn't green. it is just the lighting. mkay.

'cos i like to dry my hair this way.

Personality:

i can talk. i just choose not to. because words make little sense to my twisted tongue. lol because it is like half missing. idek it was a birth defect or something like that. some big words. i'mma bitch. i'mma pimp slap you if you even look at me the wrong way. so keep those straying eyes to yo self.

History:

go to the moreno's they said, it'll be fun they said. now i like live with my family and bash them up. they bash me up and it is a continuous circle of violence. i love it. it is amazing. you hit me. i kill you. see? see how it works.

Codeword: OH HAI DAIR
Comments/Other:

'this'll do.

street fighting men]

Last Edit: Feb 20, 2013 6:15:52 GMT -5 by cass

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D1 // Ariel "Avox" Gray-Moreno [DONE - redo] Feb 19, 2013 2:51:58 GMT -5

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Post by cass on Feb 19, 2013 2:51:58 GMT -5

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name Ariel 'Avox' Gray-Moreno
age Eighteen
district Two
gender Female
occupation Full time Career.

Everywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy
Cause summers here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy
But what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock n roll band
Cause in sleepy london town

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A million words sit within each gaze that I give. A thousand different emotions balance delicately in a simple glance. When I was born it was expected that I would not live. When I was born my parents were told that I wouldn't get very fair. I was too small, too frail, weak. They told them that I was no use and that it was a miracle that I had even been born alive. I was lanky, skinny and dead -I didn't look alive.

He said it was a birth defect. A problem. The kind of thing that happens when a baby is supposed to do. My parents, from the first time they saw hated me. I wasn't the best looking, the healthiest or the strongest, but I was smart. Now they were people who wanted children that would win them the games. Parents that craved blood thirsty little scum. Bullies, and idiots, they didn't want a kid who could barely survive so they dumped me in an orphanage. Oh, she'll be fine there. She can die there for all we care. They didn't care. I meant nothing to them. Skinny, weak and pathetic, I wasn't supposed to even survive long at the orphanage. My limbs were to odd, to thin and weak. My body looked out of proportion as though it would never hold up anything, but the skin that clung to me.

I survived.

When I was ten the Moreno's found me. Every time they appeared in the orphanage all the kids tried to impress them. They knew they had money. They knew they had power. Kids like me, kids like them, we can tell. It is like a sense. You can tell when someone comes in and they are looking, there are those kind 'o folks that just come to stare at the kids. To laugh and smile at the freak show. But the Moreno's they were not those kind of people. Just by looking at them, watching their gaze travel over every single one 'o us, you can see the hunger, the want and the need in their eyes. And in that way they look like us.[/i][/color]

It was why all if us kids wanted to meet them. They came in more then once, they took a kid and the second time they appeared it was as though we could all smell them. We knew who they were, by their scent and we knew what we they wanted. 'O course I wasn't much of a show. I was skinny, underfed and malnourished. Every day remarkable that I had survived. My red hair had never held that kind 'o glossy, fiery brilliance that other girls had. I was weak and it was like all the kids could sense it. They picked on me, stole from me and took, took and took. To them I didn't exist, to them I was nothing more then a toy, someone you can forget, but remember only at the edge of your mind.

What was more was the fact that none of the kids knew my name. I couldn't write, I couldn't speak. So they named me Avox. I think they tried to make it into some sort of insult, but I didn't mind the name. I took it like it was my own. I once heard one 'o the teachers at school say to some kid that if you are being bullied and picked on and they call you names, take that name and use it against them. Make it so that it no longer becomes offensive, but a part of who you are. That'll piss 'em off. That'll show 'em. The names Ariel. But everyone calls me Avox, I don't mind, because it has become every part of who I am. People say Avox's are like animals, people say they were traitors and thief's, the rebels and the wrong doers. They think they are offending me. When really they are nick naming me after the people who have the courage to stand up in front of everyone else. The people that are the strongest and I will take that name and make it me.

The third time the Moreno's popped in was when I was fourteen. I was still small, but each day that I spent in the confines of this hell I learned. By the second time they had visited I watched. They chose the kids that were strong. The kids that looked powerful. The ones that were the bullies, the leaders and the bloodthirsty. I had none of that. But I was cunning, sly and quick. And even though I was still small a thin layer of lean muscle covered my arms and legs and even though I look frail I was strong and years of abuse and mistreatment had roughened me up. The next time the Moreno's came I would be ready. It would be the last time I ever stayed in the orphanage. I had spent sixteen years here and now I had a plan.

It was a winter when they came. It was bloody freezing and the worst part was that it had been snowing. It was the year that Reyes had died. The year a Moreno had almost one. I wasn't surprised in all honesty when they walked through the door. The first thing they did was look around at all the kids crowded close to one another, trying desperately to keep warm.I stood a little away from the rest of those cowards. As always a scowl was knitted tightly onto my forehead, my lips dawn tight together and my arms crossed over my chest. All in all I looked pretty grumpy. But I wasn't I was excited.

They saw a boy. Now this was a boy who had not been in the orphanage for more then a few months. But 'dis guy was bloody big. Massive arms and legs, he was a freaking giant. No one has ever asked me how I ended up with the Moreno's and he didn't. But let me tell you the Moreno's seemed to look at him with this kind of greed as though they can see that he is a killer. Well, to be honest he looked like he was. He was staring at them as well, just eyeing them, you could see the hope in his eyes and usually I'm not that mean (yeah right) but I had a plan and everything. So I walked up to this guy, he was so fixated on the Moreno's that he didn't even notice that I was beside him. My leg swung around and my foot connected with his crotch. He let out a strangled cry that was quickly cut off by my sharp and powerful punch to his nose. I could literally feel the bone break under my fingers, it was so awesome. Lastly I followed up with a swinging kick to the side of his head that sent him sprawled on the ground. Hey, surprise is pretty good stuff.

"Child, what is your name?" I looked up at them startled, trying to form some kind of words around my tongue, but none would come out. "Her name is Avo- Ariel Gray. She can't speak, part of her tongue is missing. Everyone here calls her Avox." I didn't even turn to face the boy who had spoken, my eyes settled on the two people that stood in front of me. The women gave me a small smile and reached out her hand. "Well how does Ariel Gray-Moreno sound?" Without hesitating I grasp her hand leaving the broken and bleeding boy behind.

There's just no place for a street fighting man
Hey! think the time is right for a palace revolution
But where I live the game to play is compromise solution
Well, then what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock n roll band
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Last Edit: Feb 21, 2013 4:08:09 GMT -5 by cass

cass Retired Staff 4,822 POSTS last seen Oct 24, 2021 18:11:43 GMT -5	D1 // Ariel "Avox" Gray-Moreno [DONE - redo] Feb 20, 2013 6:15:24 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by cass on Feb 20, 2013 6:15:24 GMT -5 Done <3

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