Harrisson, Avenal

[Avenal Harrisson]

(Avenal Nita Harrisson)


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'CAUSE WE ALL JUST WANNA BE BIG ROCKSTARS
AND LIVE IN HILL TOP HOUSES DRIVING FIFTEEN CARS!

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NAME: Avenal Harrisson.
NICKNAMES: Avy
AGE: Twenty
SEXUALITY: Hetrosexual
SPECIES: Hybrid
AFFILIATION: Shapeshifters
DIET: Human food.
POWER: None
CANON OR ORIGINAL:Original

THE GIRLS COME EASY AND THE DRUGS COME CHEAP
AND WE'LL ALL STAY SKINNY CAUSE WE JUST WON'T EAT!

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PLAY-BY: Frieda Rose
HAIR AND EYES: Avenal has long dirty blonde hair with highlights that shine in the sun. She usually leave's it down, not bothering to style it very often, so that it frames her large almond-shaped face. Her eyes are two large deep shade's of hazel.
HEIGHT AND WEIGHT: 121 pounds. She stand's roughly 5'7" tall.
BODY TYPE:Avenal can best be described as a girl of average height, and her figure is nice and trim, in part due to her pervious work as a waitress. Avenal wears silver nail polish and is inclined to rebel against the stereotype associated with a girl who once attended a Catholic School. The moment school had finished for the day, she was outside with her blazer off.

She has large hazel eyes that seem to 'pop put', a small nose, and sunkissed skin. She often looks worried, or uncomfortable, especially when stuck in social situations. Though once more familiar with someone, you'll sometimes catch a sneaky peek and one of her smiles. It's the sort that makes her eyes, which are such a dark brown overall, look so vibrant and alive - like there's a little light on behind them. She doesn't really like to wear too much make-up, though she will wear some light eyeshadow and lipgless every once in a while.

I WANT A BRAND NEW HOUSE ON AN EPISODE OF CRIBS
AND A BATHROOM I CAN PLAY BASEBALL IN!

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LIKES:
+ Photography
+ Chewing gum
+ Strawberries
+ Tattoo's (though she has none of her own)
+ Faeries
+ Old rock bands
+ Liturature
+ Welfare of the animal's and planet they live on
+ Magazines
+ Gardening
DISLIKES:
+ People who keep secrets
+ Anything associated with death
+ Prawns
+ Heavy metal
+ Heat
+ Snakes and spiders
STRENGTHS:
+ Love's being around people
+ Good at keeping secrets
+ Open-minded
+ Green thumb
+ Generous
WEAKNESSES:
+ Mathmatics
+ A little untrusting at times
+ A little too trusting at times
+ Can't fall in love
+ Judgmental towards most guys
+ Avoids serious relationships
HABITS:
+ Bite's nails
+ Play's with her earrings
+ Roll's over in bed allot before she can get to sleep
SECRETS:
+ She's afraid of water
PERSONALITY:This gentle-spirited and fairly spontanious girl drifts across the screen like a spectre's shadow. She's open minded, but choosy about who she talks to; she doesn't mind what you look like, or how you dress, you just need to be able to hold a good conversation with her.

Allot of people would describe her as unflappable, whilst she would personally describe herself as "cheerful". She never smiles when she doesn’t need to any more. She doesn’t see the point. So when she smiles, you know she means it. Despite Avenal's gloomy front she is a very sweet girl, a little shy, and a young woman of not many words. She may come off as being a bitch at times, but often proves to be much more mundane.

She has an avid concern for the welfare of the planet, and more importantly, the animals inhabiting it. She is not afriad to speak her mind.
Although most stereotypical tomboys wear no makeup or jewelry, wear only jeans, baseball caps, have scraggly hair, etc. this is not nessisarily the case with Avenal. She likes to look pretty sometimes, enjoys wearing make up and dressing up in ‘pretty things’. She just doesn’t care what other girls or people think of her. She doesn’t cooperate with “normal” girl activities.

Avenal feels free from the restriction of unwritten societal gender rules. She doesn’t think she is being boyish or girlish, she is being herself. It is hopefully considered an old-fashioned term. She has always been called a tomboy and she hears it when I do something that requires physical strength or when she’s playing and doesn’t mind getting dirty or injured if that goes with the game. She is heterosexual by instinct and choice. She can fight if necessary and is fearless though not stupid in that respect. She is intolerant of bullies and tends to step in to balance uneven situations. Warrior-like in an honorable way.

While Avenal gives the impression of being shallow and concerned only with guys in general and good looking guys in particular, much of what she says is rather insightful, although a bit cynical. What's interesting about Avenal is, in spite of her tendency to speak of boys in a dismissive way, she reacts strongly toward's other girls when she feels that they are being unfair, or mean, to their spouses. There was one time as she was waitressing that a couple were bickering at a table and she strolled right up to them and started defending the guy, telling the woman that she was being a... well it wasn't a very friendly word, and stringing the guy along.

For someone who so often expresses the opinion that guys are like toys, to be used and discarded, Avenal is very soft-hearted in practice; or at least in her advice when helping others out with their own relationship problems. It's never made clear whether or not Avenal follows her own advice or not. However there are indications Avenal has had some experience with boys and probably has lost her virginity. Since she appears to have had a number of boyfriends, it's likely this is why she's cynical. Even so, her dim view of males in general doesn't appear to off-set what may be well-hidden optimistic or romantic streak. After all, her advice to anyone on her own opinions of guys, indicate she believes a "good" guy deserves a break.

I NEED A CREDIT CARD THAT'S GOT NO LIMIT
A BIG BLACK JET WITH A BEDROOM IN IT!

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MOTHER: Katy Harrisson (nee: Harley) + Aged 45 + Homemaker
FATHER: Rich Harrisson + Aged 47 + Mining (Jumbo operator)
SIBLINGS: Nick Harrisson + Aged 27 + Unemployed
OTHER FAMILY: N/A
PETS: "Mike". A five month old pet rat which she keep's in a small cage in the lounge room.

HISTORY: Avenal Harrisson grew up on a small farming property in a tiny town on the West Coast of Tasmania. Her father worked in mining, so he was quite a sporadic presence in her childhood. Her mother work as a baker in a local store, so she was also away for most of the day.

Before her parent's became a couple, Avenal's mother grew up in Alaska. Her father grew up in a small town in Tasmania, and it was no secret to the family that he was a vampire. How the couple got together in the first place is uncertain, because of the history between the shapeshifters and the vampire's, but they seemed to manage; albeit for a little while.

Avenal learnt to take care of herself at a young age. Her mother would wake her up everyday for school, but then she'd be left to pour her own cerial and lock the doors before she left the house to walk to school. She would return in the late afternoon to do her homework, and then help her mother cook dinner.

When her father returned from work, the routine would pretty much stay the same. He'd help out where he could, but it was clear that his daughter had already gained most her independance.

This was her childhood, basically.

It wasn't till she was around sixteen that she began to dress the way she did. Shortly after her birthday her father had an affair with another woman which resulted in a bitterly acrimonious split. Her parents filed for divorce shortly afterwards, and as a result, indulged Avenal's every whim.

Their way of making her happy was to say yes to everything that she wanted. Looking back on it, she says that she didn’t think it was right for a girl to have that much freedom.

She disliked growing up with wealthy relatives, seeing as all they cared about was how much money you had, how to spend money and how to invest in more money, so she felt very neglected as a child. Sure she got whatever she wanted if she wanted it, but she was never secure in the love or nurturing she received from her parents.

So she unshackled herself from the self-effacement and melodrama, like she has already stopped crushing her own opinions, trying to appease her parent’s. Qualities that make determination and ambition tolerable.

It was around that time that she 'decided who she was'. She like's that people have different tastes and can relate to other people with those different tastes and beliefs. She just doesn't like the generalisations and stereotypes which come with those subcultures. As far as true belonging, she's long considered herself an independent diplomat of the cultures. The way you dress often makes a statement (consciously, on your part, or not).

It was almost eight months ago that Avenal began to develop peculiar mood swings and then one night, she began her first transformation. Avenal turned into a hybrid wolf the size of a bear. Her father had known all about the Quileute legends of their ancestors turning into wolves but had never considered they might be real.

They moved back to La Push immediately.

Now, Avenal tries to live as normally as she possibly can. Transforming into her wolf-hybrid form as infrequently as possible. She tends to spend an equal amount of time learning from Sam, but also likes to spend time with Emily and Leigh, seeing as Leigh is the only other female shape-shifter in the history of the Quileute legends.

Avenal does not wish to belong to a pack, but she really doesn’t seem to have much choice in the matter. Other than the fact that she is the only other female shape-shifter, what also makes Avenal different is that she does not explode into a normal wolf either. Instead, she transforms into a black and white wolf hybrid. No one is exactly she what breed of canine her wolf form is mixed with, but they guess she may be crossbred with a German Shepherd or a Husky.


After accidently tripping and breaking her paw during one of her first runs as a wolf, Avenal discovered that she could heal at an accelerated rate, though she had to make sure she didn’t phase until the bones were healed so it did not alter her bones in any way. After taking her own temperature one day, she also realized that her body temperature now reached up to 40 degrees Celsius (108 Fahrenheit) She could walk out in a snow storm wearing nothing but shorts and a tank top and she could not feel the slightest chill what so ever.

From Sam, she learnt all about the Vampires, and the treaty, and how the shape-shifters swore to keep the humans safe from the vampires. Sam told her that she and the other shape-shifters stop aging until such a time when they chose to stop being a shape-shifter, or the threat of vampires is gone.

Avenal has learnt that werewolves are much stronger and faster than humans, displaying impressive physical strength to jump and leap great distances and deliver blows and strikes that can knock a full grown man across a room. They possess impressive physical resilience, shrugging off injuries that would kill a normal human, with the wound only slowing them down. Injuries they receive recover quickly, taking less time than it would for humans.

While her senses are also refined and heightened to a very high degree, and most shape-shifters tend to dislike the smell of vampires, complaining that it burns their noses, Avenal does not seem to be that concerned about the smell of vampires.

IT'S LIKE THE BOTTOM OF THE NINTH AND I'M NEVER GONNA WIN
LIFE HASN'T TURNED OUT QUITE THE WAY I WANT IT TO BE!

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ALIAS: Dale (Heyy it's me again *waves*)
HOW YOU FOUND US: Advertisement
ROLE-PLAYING EXPERIENCE: About four or five years
ROLE-PLAYING EXAMPLE:

Dale’s grey orb’s flicked to the side, watching through his curtain of bottle-black hair as the note was passed towards him once more. They had been lucky that the teacher had been gullible enough to take Juilanna’s word that the paper had indeed been a study sheet for a test held next week. A test he had known nothing about, come to think of it.

He slid the small piece of paper closer to his chest, watching the front of the room intently for any signs that the teacher had wised onto what two of his students were doing. After a few second’s, he unfolded it and read the scrawl inside. Snickering softly, Dale gave Juilanna a furtive glance, and a smirk, before he made a move to reply again, allowing the pen to flow freely against the paper.

Maybe if we slipped underneath the table, he wouldn’t notice we were gone? At least till peace came.

Dale folded the paper cautiously, but just as he did, he heard a voice bark from the front of the room. “Mr McCall,” Dale’s shoulder’s stiffened. He hated it when people addressed him by his surname, or full name for that matter - it always meant only one thing, that he was in BIG trouble.

“Hhm?” He looked at the teacher with big, grey, innocent eyes.

“That isn’t a note I see under your hand is it?” Dale looked down at his palm, lying flat against the desk, trying to conceal the paper. The whole room was quiet now; save the clock’s ticking that continued reverberating off the walls as all other time stopped. The foreground, now, was Dale’s beating heart, fastening it’s pace to beat a fraction faster against his rib-cage.

He knew that he was sprung, and that if he openly admitted that he’d been passing notes, then the whole class would know he just gave right into the teacher, flaunting his fantasized authority. But if he made this interesting, at least he’d leave a more favored first-impression. It wasn’t only his own reputation he’d be saving either; Juilanna was in this with him.

“It’s only a study shee’, sir.” He fibbed, in his cockney lilt, deciding to back up, and use Juilanna’s previous statement for assistance.

“Is that so? Well you wouldn’t mind reading out what you have so far, would you?”

“You’re a very cynical man, sir, and it’s insultin’ to both me, an’ her,” He nodded towards Juilanna. “we’re tryin’ our hardest.”

“What does it say?” The teacher asked, his arms crossed, the fingers on one hand tapping impatiently against his other arm.

“Perhaps you shouldn’ be in this position of power, if you can’ actually read, sir.” Dale spoke matter-of-factly.

“What did you actually write?” The teacher repeated his previous question. Again, Dale could feel every eye in the room pointed toward both he, and Juilanna.

Bottom lip clamped between his top and bottom teeth, Dale leant towards Juilanna and whispered, “wha' do we do?” as he tried fruitlessly to disguise his grin into something a little more collected

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