PETROV, AVA SINCLAIR

[AVA SINCLAIR PETROV]

Ava SinclairPetrov

CHARACTER NAME || Ava Sinclair Petrov
NICKNAME || Av, A.
GENDER || Female
AGE || Twenty
PREFERENCE || Straight, but slightly bi-curious.
MEMBER GROUP || arts
PLAY BY || Erin Heatherton

LIKES || sushi, staying up all night, roadtrips, bonfires, summertime, concerts, singing in the shower, painting and drawing, her cat, guys, old movies, dumb slumberparties, sex.
DISLIKES || loosing her cool in front of people, misplacing things, anything banana flavored, being hungry, writing papers, not being able to paint or draw for more than a few days, hangovers, people who are bitchy without reason, dvds or cds that skip.
STRENGTHS || she is good at networking if she needs to due to her socialness. she is an excellent artist. she is a pretty good listener. she can read books a mile a minute.
WEAKNESSES || she has problems with commiting to anything ranging from boys to projects. she has a temper when you push her buttons the right way. she tends to blow money on online shopping. she'd do just about anything for her friends to cover for them, aside from hiding a dead body or something. c:
FEARS || ending up alone in life. death. someone in her family dying while she's away.
SECRETS || she's dabbled in a few drugs, but none really caught on for her. she wants to be swept off her feet.
GOALS || own her own gallery. have a family hopefully. become a famous painter.
PERSONALITY || well, ava petrov is an interesting girl. she's very outgoing and confident and all around loves her life. she's happy with herself for the most part. she is flightly in most situations and cannot commit to a thing for long. she is adventerous and likes to try new things to get a rush. she is sweet to most people unless you catch her on an off day or you start something first. she's incredibly artistic. she has a big temper if you set her off. she likes to rant about random things in life. she can be defensive if you don't agree with something she does because she is slightly childish in that way. she is loyal as hell to her friends and will do litterally anything to help them or cover for them. she doesn't like to be too serious about most things, but she will listen to anyone and help them out.
PARENTS || natasha & aleksei petrov / forty-nine & fifty-two / society wife & ceo of a family company / mother & father
SIBLINGS || dimitri petrov / twenty-two / works for the family company / brother
BIRTHPLACE || moscow, russia.
HOMETOWN || oxfordshire, england.
NATIONALITY & LANGUAGES || she speaks english, russian, and french.

SAMPLE RP HERE [MUST BE MORE THAN 350 WORDS]

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run away and never come back. the hired hunter told snow white to do it. scar told simba to do it. hell, what was good enough for snow and simba was fine with elizabeth. she lived and breathed that motto. anytime a huge problem came around, lisbe was nowhere to be found. she had trouble making decisions, dealing with things. deep down, she was a good person, but she was childish. even she could admit that to herself, but not out loud. no never out loud. she was possibly the most non-confrontational person you could ever meet. all the drama of people was just too much of a mess for her. it was easier to pretend it hadn't happened. which is exactly what she was going to do with the whole john situation. oh, the john situation.

freshmen year of high school was a particularly grand time in the life of lisbe dupree. her mother was always off planning galas and being on boards of some obscure wildlife animal and her father was constantly working the family hotel business. around that time, her parents made an executive decision to let the nanny go and give the children more freedom. of course, with freedom comes responsibility. a quality neither of the dupree children really took to heart all to well. she'd always ran with the wilder crowd growing up so when she met macon and john it was only natural they become best friends. although they all had a knack for trouble and parties, john was by far the craziest of the trio. the three had shared countless moments and memories together all during high school and had stayed that way up until a few weeks prior to this very moment. elizabeth, macon, and john had been hanging out at her house while her parents were away as per usual. everything had been fairly normal and routine the entire night, except of course the off behavior john had shown all night. macon left early, leaving only john and lisbe. she eventually uncovered the reason for his slightly manic behavior. cocaine.

he'd done a line or two before showing up and pulled out his baggie and did one right there on her bedside table. lisbe had been taken aback. she partied, it was true, but hard drugs were never her scene. she steered clear of them at all cost. upon seeing the coke, lisbe began screaming at john. he fought back of course, not seeing anything wrong. he was only having a bit of fun afterall. in the end, she told him to go ruin his life and do another line if he pleased. of course, lisbe meant it in a sarcastic, god awful mean way but had no intention of him actually doing it. he did not respond to her jab but collected his belongings and the baggie of coke and left. and the outcome? oh the damn outcome. in short, john overdosed later when he got to his place and lisbe felt completely and utterly responsible. it was her fault. wasn't it? she really left no time to question or look back. she attended the funeral a few days later and began to plot a getaway. she avoided phone calls from macon and any other close friend and stayed away from the outside world as much as possible. the next time she walked out of her comfortable home in the upper east side, she'd be gone for good. and now here she was in london starting a new life, attending university and trying to forget the past and the guilt. lying on her bed, lisbe stared at the ceiling, counting the dots. her mind was blank and felt secure for the moment, and then a knock resounded three times causing her to jump slightly. she didn't really know anyone in london yet. who could it have been?

rolling out of her bed and running her fingers through her hair, lisbe let her mind wander even more as to who the hell it could have been. she opened the door slowly. i'm pretty sure you've got the wrong place, i mean-. she stopped short finally noticing who it was. macon walsh. god damn macon walsh found her. she noticed his smirk and listened to him talk. god, had she missed him. it had only been a few weeks since she'd seen him, but damn. w-what, are you doing h-here? she stuttered, completely nervous, but at the same time completely glad to see him.

macon was definately quite the character. lisbe had known from the first time she met him she needed to know him. his personality could keep up with her. she really loved him. essentially like a brother, but it was love nonetheless. apparently he really cared for her too as he was at her doorstep and entire ocean's length away from his home. she took in his appearance slowly. his eyes were bloodshot and he looked like he hadn't gotten a good, clean shave in days. he looked completely exhuasted, but the familiar grin on his face brought her more at ease with the entire situation. she wondered what was going through his mind at the moment. had he really flown all the way from new york to tell her what an asshole she was? that smirk suggested otherwise. it was like he caught her doing something bad.

lisbe stepped aside leaving the door frame wide open. please, come in. i can explain everything, she said quietly. she knew it sounded completely lame. after ditching her best friend during the aftermath of another's death, she could have at least tried to come up with a better opener than that. she waited from him to come in then shut the door quickly and settled in an old wicker chair by the window. her hands moved back the thin white curtains, and she watched the busy traffic below. she knew she would need to start explaining sooner or later or risk macon walking out on her. she turned to face him and took a deep breath, wracking her brain on what she could say to make her seem like less of a jerk.

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THE NAME'S KELSEY AND I AM BOARDING THE FEMALE TRAIN
I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR FOUR YEARS NOW. I ALSO PLAY
NONE YET HERE. AND I AM SEVENTEEN YEARS YOUNG.

[( ANGEL )]