Post by Ava Avram on Apr 18, 2016 8:04:22 GMT 2
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Ava Avram
the basics
the looks
the freestyle part
NOTE: There are some mature themes in this application, please proceed accordingly.
Ava was born into a world of conflict, but in her childhood home in suburban Tel-Aviv there was nothing but order. Her father, a Rabbi, and her mother, a surgeon, believed that their children were destined for a life of greatness and success in the Holy Land. To accomplish this goal, all three of the Avram children were forced to adhere to a strict schedule of worship, study, and extra-curricular activities.
Ava struggled to keep up, she wanted to be successful and studious like her older siblings, but she began to fall behind quickly from the time she was learning to read. Whenever she looked at a page of writing, the words never seemed to make any sense. In class and temple, she fidgeted and squirmed, eager to go outside and play sports where no one made fun of her for her lack of ability. By high school, she was barely passing her classes, but she was the star of her school's soccer team, and that, at least, made her parents proud.
Of course, what they didn't know was that Ava had begun to fall in with a bad crowd. Soon, her weekends were filled with excessive drinking, sneaking around the beach after dark, and boys. Her performance on the soccer field began to suffer in her last year of secondary school, and any hope she had of joining the national team was gone due to her own vices. It was a good thing that the IDF was there, and like nearly all Israelis, she served.
The military was an environment in which she excelled, her rebellious years may have indicated that she disrespected authority and structure, but the military taught her otherwise. She liked the routine, the companionship, and the physicality. Ava joined the Caracal Battalion, a predominately woman's infantry battalion. There, everything felt right, because there Ava met her.
Her name was Rachel, and she was the daughter of Americans who had migrated to Israel as part of Aliyah. Ava had initially sought the woman out to help her improve her English, which she had always struggled with. Hour after hour the two spent together, perfecting simple sentences at first, and moving towards more complicated thoughts and ideas. Soon, Ava was reading in English, and for the first time, enjoying it. Though, her new found grasp of the language was not the only motivator to continue.
Ava's feelings for Rachel grew so slowly, that at first she had no idea what they were, until, one night, under the moonlight, Rachel leaned over and kissed her. The act sent sparks down Ava's spine, and suddenly, like an animal, she hungered for Rachel in a way that she had never hungered before. The two of them held their budding romance close to their hearts, but despite all their precautions, they were eventually outed. Ava still doesn't know who was to blame, an undeniably good thing, because she would kill them for setting off the next train of events.
It was a male superior officer that confronted her by trapping Ava after a meal. He began to question her relationship with Rachel, but Ava, denied everything to him and called such acts disgusting. Unbeknownst to her, Rachel, who had been trying to find her, overheard that part of the conversation and stormed off feeling slighted by her lover. What Rachel did not overhear, however, was the abhorrent threat that the guard made towards Ava's lover. You see, he thought that someone had to lead Rachel back to the path of righteousness, and Ava knew what that meant.
The officer was relying on his status to keep him safe, but Ava, without hesitation, punched him square in the jaw. The fight that ensued, would haunt Ava, as she did not come out of it as victorious as she had initially hoped. She loathed to think of all the places the officer put his hands, knowing full well that what he was doing was inappropriate. Moreover, he sought to humiliate her by proving that he held both the physical and structural power over her. He succeeded, and Ava, was left begging to be let go. He did not let her leave with her dignity in tact.
Feeling disgusted, she retreated to lick her wounds, where her lover confronted her over a lack of loyalty. Ava tried to explain what had just happened, and how she was not in a mood to fight over her denial of her homosexual feelings, but Rachel wanted none of it. She demanded that Ava never speak to her again, a tall order in such a confined space. Luckily, it was not a problem she had to face, because the next day she received word that her superior officer planned to report her for what she had done. For the second time in two days, she confronted him, and threatened to expose him for what he was. She was allowed to leave the military with no mark on her record, but she had lost everything that mattered to her.
Now, in a dark and desperate place, she began hanging out with an unsavory element once more, and with an empty wallet, she started breaking all kinds of laws to make a few bucks. After a few years of moving drugs and guns through the country, and exporting them through hidden tunnels to nearby Arab countries, she had enough money to start a new life in America.
Her contacts back in Israel supported this plan, because it meant having someone who knew the import/export business of illegal goods on the ground in America. Ava agreed that there was sense in this, and rather than seek to cut ties with criminals, she strengthened her bond with them. With the help of a local lawyer, who just so happened to be the brother of a weapons guy in Israel, she was able to purchase and set up a pawnshop as a way to launder the illegal funds earned through selling military grade weaponry to civilians (or more accurately, gang members).
In truth, other than Rachel, Ava has only ever cared about herself, and the events that happened with her ex-girlfriend were a firm reminder that you could hold no one near to you. She still thinks abandoning everything she ever knew, and everyone, to come to America was the right choice, but she plays a dangerous game and dislikes to align herself with anyone lest it cut into her profits. Or, maybe, it's just that she likes the adrenaline rush of living on the edge of constant harm to her person.
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the roleplayer
When Margaery was in Kings Landing, she had spent less time in the library than she ever had in her own life, however, with the departure of the Tyrell’s her old habits came back. Elaena had retreated to the only solitude that she had ever known, even if Daena joined her there. It didn’t bother her much, Elaena could lose herself in a book and no one’s presence could disturb her. What, could however, disturb her was smoke.
Elaena inhaled once again thinking she was imagining things. Then once more as her mind worked over whether it was normal to smell smoke in this part of the castle, she realized that she had never smelled it here before. Even when a fire crackled in the fireplace it didn’t smell like this, this fire was thick and caustic, and more than wood was burning. She looked up, panicked, and caught her twin’s eye.
“Smoke.” Elaena said standing, leaving the book on the floor in front of her. She didn’t wait for Daena, she began running with dainty steps towards the smell, her skirts piled in her hand. The heat in the hallway grew as the two girls approached the fire’s source. Seeing it, however, caused her heart to drop into her stomach - the nursery.
Elaena was frozen just long enough for Daena to overtake her, and run into the room. Elaena shouted after her twin hopelessly, not wanting her to perish either. The fair dragon took off once again in pursuit of her sister, but when she arrived at the room she noticed something surprising, Daena was fine. She tried to follow suit, desperate to save her cousins, but she couldn’t.
The heat burned Elaena’s lungs, and her eyes were watering so violently that she felt nearly blind. Then, out of nowhere, a ball of fire shot towards her. Just in time Elaena retreated, but she felt the heat on her arm, and angry red welts appeared. Despite being usually dignified, she let out a sound not unlike a howl, and the water in her eyes turned to tears of agony. She wanted to help Daena, but she realized that she just couldn’t.
Elaena grabbed the baby, attempting to comfort her, as she watched in horror. She could feel the heat of the fire all over her body, but her arm was in excruciating pain with every ounce of heat. If this was not the summer she would have run and stuck her arm in the cold snow, but that was not an option. All she could do was hold the baby, and move away from the door. Her own screams for help joined that of her sister, but the smoke was affecting her lung and she struggled to breathe forcing her to stop. Elaena just took to quiet sobbing, holding the baby close to her breast, as she tried not to focus on the pain in her arm.
The reality of seeing the unmoving bodies clearly hit Elaena before her sister. Fire did not need to consume you for it to kill. Rhaelle and Tyron weren’t moving, because they were unlikely to ever move again. It was a horrifying, and grim thought, but even worse was that as her mind was working, she realized that this was not an accident. Someone had intentionally set fire to the nursery, and the result was a dead sister and a dead cousin.
Tears continued to fall filled with pain, anger, confusion, and sorrow. She nodded that she was okay, but she was anything but. Elaena’s arm was still in an amount of pain that she had never experienced, the porcelain skin was now glossy and red with blisters rising, and that was not to mention her dead family members in front of her. She put her hand out towards the wall to steady herself, realizing how she was losing her balance, but it was too late. The pain hit her, and she collapsed in a heap.[break]
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