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{High Casual} I'll Be There For You - Friendship Roleplay

@HushedWhispers it's a date.

{High Casual} I'll Be There For You - Friendship Roleplay

Loving the characters here :) seems like an interesting bunch of friends we have here. :)

@WolfLover

It'll be fun to see them all interact with one another.

{High Casual} I'll Be There For You - Friendship Roleplay

Amelia Arnau

Amy Arnau

{ "Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none." }

| {N A M E} |

Amelia Esperanza Arnau

| {N I C K N A M E} |

She prefers to be called Amy but will respond to practically anything, although her favorite is 'Hey you!'.

| {B I R T H D A Y} |

April 30th, 1993

| {A G E} |

24

| {G E N D E R} |

Female

| {S E X U A L I T Y} |

Bisexual

| {R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S} |

Just got dumped by her boyfriend, so single

| {O C C U P A T I O N} |

She currently works as a customer service supervisor for Bank of America

| {A P P E A R A N C E} |

Standing at five feet five inches and weighing around 110 pounds, Amelia is a thin, lightweight woman of Puerto Rican descent. She has a heart shaped face with high cheekbones as her most prominent feature with dark brown eyes. Her body has few curves, with a small bust and fair hips, though she doesn't seem to be too bothered by it. Her hair is a dark shade of brown, nearly black, though she's been known to dye it once in a while. Makeup isn't her forte, though she does like wear pink lip-gloss. She takes good care of herself, taking care of pimples and blemishes rather quickly. While not having any tattoos, she has several, thin scars on her upper left thigh, another scar on her right knee, and a birthmark on her right hip. She has her ears pierced, as well as her belly button though she would like to keep that one to herself.

Her attire is on the simpler side of things. She isn't a big fan of prints and likes solid colors. She prefers to wear skirts over pants, slapping on tights underneath when it gets colder. Studs are the only kind of earrings she wears, and she doesn't like having anything hanging that could get caught. Rings tend to get in the way when she's trying to type or do something with her hands, though she does own some bracelets and necklaces she'll wear for special occasions. She does, however, go all out with hair accessories, having more headbands, scrunchies, and hair clips than she does clothes. They culminate in her own hanging armoire filled with them.

| {Q U I R K S // H A B I T S} |

• Can and will start singing random songs that get stuck in her head out loud in hopes that it’ll also get stuck in someone else’s head.
• Tends to pull on her hair when nervous.
• Always behind on celebrity gossip or current fads.
• Mixes up English and Spanish words despite speaking both fluently all her life.
• Uses way too many emojis when texting. Has been asked to stop and she either can’t or won’t.
• Likes things to be neat and tidy, is known to clean other peoples’ places.
• Becomes a shopaholic when stressed and gets into a cycle of buying and regret-returning.

| {H O B B I E S} |

• She likes to play video games to blow off steam.
• Reads and watches anything and everything to do with Batman.
• Binge watching shows on Netflix.
• Crochets and knits.

| {L I K E S} |

• Staying home while it rains outside.
• Singing when she’s alone.
• Working hard and forwarding herself in her career.
• Making herself look pretty.
• Grand romantic gestures.

| {D I S L I K E S} |

• Getting caught out in the rain without an umbrella or a hoodie.
• Shows that she likes getting canceled.
• People who say she isn’t ‘Spanish enough’. What does that even mean, anyway?
• People who waste their lives doing nothing.
• Whenever people who clearly have talent decide to do absolutely nothing with it.
• Being called a goody two shoes despite being one.

| {F E A R S} |

• Has a deep rooted fear of completely giving herself to someone, to start a life and build something special, only to have it all crumble due to her autophobia.
• The ultimate irony has to be the above resulting in her own fear of commitment, even if she has yet to realize it due to still wanting to someday get married and start a family.
• Getting sent to jail for breaking the law.
• Not a fan of any type of clown whatsoever.

| {S E C R E T S} |

• Managed to hide the abuse her ex-boyfriend dealt to her.
• Suffered from an eating disorder in high school.
• Has flunked out of college on her way to getting her Master's Degree in Economics.
• Doesn't want people to know she's deathly afraid of clowns.
• Has gotten a copyright infringement warning after trying to illegally download several movies, only had viruses to show for it, though.

| {P E R S O N A L I T Y} |

Caring - Indecisive - Gentle - Doormat

Amy is a kind young woman who likes to look at the positive side of life. Ever the optimist, she sees opportunity even from bad situations. She does her best to remain cheerful and wants the best for her loved ones. She considers herself loyal, and won't hesitate to deal with people who hurt those she cares about. She is outwardly confident and strong, sometimes to the point of coming across as arrogant or self-righteous. She'll go above and beyond to please her friends, often going out of her way to make sure everyone's okay. She also knows how to flash a smile even when she's annoyed, having practiced way too many times at her job. There is a bad tendency of hers that doesn't let her be direct about her own feelings. Sure, she gives out advice even when its unwanted, but when it comes to her own situation she clams up and refuses to budge. She doesn't know how to properly communicate her own emotions. It doesn't help that she's easily swayed, and listens to others instead of following her own instincts. Even when she does finally make up her mind, she'll question it for eternity. Her self-worth is also in the negative, but she tries hard to hide this.

| {P L A C E O F O R I G I N} |

Fort Lee, New Jersey

| {H I S T O R Y} |

Despite knowing that they were too young, Elisabeth Arnau and Mariano Vasquez decided to get married. Nine months later, in the city of Guayama, Puerto Rico, their daughter Amelia was born. Six months later, Mariano decided he would rather continue to chase skirts rather than deal with a newborn and his wife, so a divorce followed three months after that. Once Amy turned one, her mother decided that she didn't want her daughter to grow up without a father, and so she got together with an old friend named Paolo Vulmaro who had also been recently divorced. Paolo also had a young son, three years older than Amy, and after much discussion, Elisabeth and Paolo decided it was better to raise the two together. In time, the two did genuinely fall in love, and their family grew closer together, with Amy seeing Paolo as her father and her stepbrother as her actual brother.

When she was seven years old, her father got an offer at a better job, though it was in New York. Elisabeth was a little weary raising her children in the city, so the family ended up living in New Jersey. Paolo's job ended up working out better than expected, with the family gaining some wealth, and so they decided to send Amy to private school. Amy was in the top 20 of her class, and became a cheerleader and soared into popularity. Her dream at the time was to become a singer, even joining the choir and applying for Julliard. She ended up dating the football team's quarterback in her junior year, Nicholas, though he thought she should go for a more realistic career. Not wanting to disappoint him, Amy decided to go into finance for something more secure, and was accepted into Fordham University.

During her college years she found herself buried in her books, struggling to keep her grades up. She moved in with her boyfriend in his apartment in New York, though she got a job as a bank teller to help him out with the bills. Between school, her job, and Nicholas wanting more of her attention, she felt like she was torn between the three and doing none of them well. Still, she wouldn't learn her lesson just yet, getting into a string of arguments and disagreements until she completed her bachelor's degree. Once she got into going for her Master's, their relationship promptly exploded after she got a pregnancy scare. He refused to take responsibility, she wanted to keep it, they couldn't come up with a solution, it was bad. The stress caused her to fail all her classes, and she ended up dropping out to save face, taking a promotion from the bank and using it as an excuse as to why she stopped her studies.

Despite clearly being miserable, Amy and Nicholas decided to sweep things under the rug. Until last week, when an odd voicemail caught Amy's attention. The voice of a woman asking for Nicholas, needing desperately to talk to him. When Amy asked him about it, he denied knowing anything about it, and she would've believed him, except the same voicemail popped up every day since then. Yesterday, she decided to call the number back.

Today, Amy decided to end their eight year relationship.

Amelia's Relationships (WIP)

Amelia Arnau

{ | 24 | Caring - Indecisive - Gentle - Doormat | }

⚜ Acquaintances || ☯ Neutral || ☮ Friends || ♫ Best Friends || ♥ Love Interest || ♥♥♥ Boyfriend/Girlfriend || ☠ Enemies

{Symbol} F A B I A N . G O N Z A L E Z {Symbol}
"Character thoughts on relation."
Describe the relation here. 3+ sentences.

☮ L A Y L A . G E L L E R ☮
"It's a slight exaggeration, but I'd be on the streets if it wasn't for Layla. She also lets me taste her baking which is amazing but my teeth are going to end up falling out because I have no self-control. Don't...don't tell her, please."
The pair have always gotten along swimmingly, though Layla has pulled her own weight of the friendship by helping out Amelia in probably one of the biggest pinches she's been in in a long time. Amelia feels indebted, and while she doesn't know how, she will make sure she repays Layla's kindness. She's excited and relieved that she won't have to live alone, and looks forward to deepening their friendship.

{Symbol} C O R I N N E . S U L L I V A N {Symbol}
"Character thoughts on relation."
Describe the relation here. 3+ sentences.

☯☮ A D A M . S A M U E L S ☮☯
"Adam is the worst, anytime we play Mario Kart, he goes out of his way to pelt me with shells, or he'll purposely block me so that everyone else passes us and we both lose. Oh, wait, you mean as a person? He's great. I still hate him a little, but he's a great guy."
The pair's common interest in video games resulted in a one sided rivalry relationship on Amy's part. She loves that he's willing to play with her, but she hates that he essentially trolls her (it doesn't help that he's much more skilled than she is). Still, in serious situations, she likes that she can count on him and admires his profession.

{Symbol} J A S O N . K E L L Y {Symbol}
"Character thoughts on relation."
Describe the relation here. 3+ sentences.

[HIGH CASUAL] Welcome to Salem, Massachusetts

<Snipped quote by Hero>

Love it! I like how bubbly, seductive, and colorful she is. This CS definitely made me chuckle a bit, but out of good! I'm going to work on my character and then PM you to see about what relationship they'd have as I believe I'm going to make the Vampire Coven Leader!

So yes, Regina is accepted -- I mean Aimee. _{mean girls reference}

@Lionhearted

I had a lot of fun writing this character, at first I thought of making her more serious but I figured she'd be more fun being bubbly, and good comic relief to relieve some of the tension once in a while haha. I look forward to the PM!

[HIGH CASUAL] Welcome to Salem, Massachusetts

Aimee

Aimee Du'désir

_{{ "Just sit back, relax, and let me take care of you." }}
|| Give You What You Like ||

| {Full Name} |

Lucille Aimee DuBois

| {Nickname} |

Goes by Aimee Du'désir. Isn't a fan of nicknames made of her actual name. Adores being called pet names, and has long since abandoned her birth name.

| {Date of Birth} |

April 21st

| {Age} |

Was turned when she was twenty one. How long ago that happened is her little secret. (It's only been about a decade or two)

| {Gender} |

Female

| {Sexuality} |

Love has no boundaries, and neither does Aimee.

| {Relationship Status} |

Forever Single and Free

| {Role} |

Vampire

| {Occupation} |

She's currently modeling for a fashion company.

| {Face Claim} |

Angelique Boyer

| {Dialogue Color} |

The color of love, Pink. Should be red, the color of passion, but who cares, right?

| {Appearance} |

A beauty if there ever was one, Aimee has used every cream, lotion, and beauty product imaginable to make sure it stays that way--and vampirism has only cut out some of those products. Standing at five feet five inches, Aimee's body is hourglass shaped, an admirable shape to match her seductress persona. Years of working on her body has left her toned, tanned, and slim. Her heart shaped face ends with her cleft chin, lips plump and usually bearing some sort of lipstick with a smile, cheeks always blushed, dazzling blue eyes with long eyelashes and perfectly plucked eyebrows completing her look. Her hair is blonde, its length easily sweeping the middle of her back, her bangs usually swept to the side.

Her outfits are feminine, sometimes frilly, and always fashionable. They tend to accentuate her body, though she loves the gazes she gets from them as clothes do make the woman. She prefers short skirts and dresses that show off her long legs, though admittedly, they're a hell of a lot easier for her to run and jump around in. She's almost always wearing a pair of heels, favoring those with either a sharp end (easier to stab an enemy with) or a clunkier heel (gives a little more force to her kicks). She actually doesn't like to wear too much jewelry, though she does have her ears pierced and does like to wear bracelets. She has a very cliche tattoo of a tiny pair of wings on her shoulder blades, though they're usually covered by her hair.

| {Habits & Quirks} |

♥ Licks her lips a lot, even when she isn't trying to seduce anyone.
♥ Crosses her arms in such a way that always pushes up her chest.
♥ Peppers french phrases into her speech. Yes, it's as pretentious as it sounds. She loves it.
♥ Has a minor gambling addiction due to a mobile phone game that she constantly pours money into.

| {Hobbies} |

♥ Loves playing dress up games.
♥ Can sing nicely.
♥ Studies etymology, and practices the romance languages.
♥ Used to kickbox to get into shape, practices to keep herself on her toes.

| {Likes} |

♥ Kisses, making out, massages, any physical contact...sex could be thrown in there as well.
♥ Flirting and teasing, even if not reciprocated.
♥ Nature is actually nice to look at, with a particular fondness for flowers.
♥ The sea and its vast mysteriousness.
♥ Stargazing.
♥ Blood, finding an odd beauty in it besides using it to feed her thirst.
♥ Her mobile phone game, even if it just takes away all her money.

| {Dislikes} |

♥ Ugly things. They offend her senses.
♥ Not the biggest fan of werewolves or witches or hunters.
♥ Not a big fan of rodents.
♥ Mud, since her heels get stuck in it.
♥ While she doesn't mind prudes, she despises those that preach that sex is bad.
♥ Religion.
♥ Her mobile phone game, because it keeps taking away all her money and won't give her the characters she wants damn it!

| {Fears} |

♥ Commitment is a bitch, isn't it?
♥ Growing old.
♥ Dying alone, with no one knowing or remembering her.

| {Secrets} |

♥ She harbors a deep loneliness that can't be sated, using her lust as a way to fill it. Even if it's a lie, even if it's just for a night, sleeping around is a temporary release from that feeling of being alone.

| {Abilities} |

Has the standard fare of all the vampire abilities, although she does focus more on the mental manipulation. Her specialty would probably be influencing her prey's mood to one she likes--an insatiable lust, forcing them to want her. She reads body language well, picking up quickly on those who have weaker wills. She's quite observant, though in a fight would rely more on strength than agility, believing that there's no need for speed when you can just bulldoze your opponents over.

| {Limitations} |

She tends to tunnel-vision in a fight, and relies on brute force as opposed to having a plan. Sneaking around isn't her style,
as she prefers direct confrontation.

| {Personality} |

♦ Plucky ♦ Vain ♦ Seductive ♦ Selfish ♦

Aimee's pride is only second to her own vanity. She looks good, and she knows it; she believes that people should take advantage of everything they have, and she knows how to use her beauty as a weapon. She embodies the image of a temptress to the fullest, and enjoys seducing those to bend to her will. She'll use, abuse, and throw away a person once she's said and done. If she could marry her own reflection, she would. But of course, beyond the pretty face, there is a semblance of a personality that has nothing to do with the seductress.

Above all, she looks out for herself above all else. There's no point in relying on others so long as you can keep your own. She is on the quieter side, if she isn't looking for prey she does enjoy having pleasant conversations. While she isn't an intellect, she does enjoy listening to people explain things to her, and knows how to ask questions with genuine curiosity. She does keep to herself, always having a wall between her and whoever bothers trying to get to know her. Her trust issues run deep, though she's able to work with anyone and follows orders well enough.

| {Place of Origin} |

Manhattan, New York

| {Background} |

In her 'previous life', Aimee was born to a poor, but well meaning family. She had ambition and drive even when she was young, and so decided to work hard to make something of herself, and to make her parents proud. As she grew older and developed into a pretty girl, she began to use her wiles to help get what she wanted. She found it was so easy to string people along, and she was much too good at it. Her well intentions melted away, her ambition turning into greed as she climbed her way to the top, culminating in having an affair with an older, married man at the age of seventeen. Said man had much wealth, and she convinced him to give her a part of his fortune.

She did, however, make a mistake of targeting him; little did she know of his involvement in illegal trafficking, and when she tried to get more money out of him, she soon found herself at the end of a barrel pointed straight at her. All the money she had convinced the man to give her was taken away, and while she was told she was lucky to have gotten out of the situation with her life, she couldn't stand the thought of losing everything. In a fit of rage, she confronted him, though this time, she caught the attention of the man's wife, a vampire by the name of Giselle Benvenuto.

Giselle believed she had known too much, though she had taken a personal interest in her. Aimee had no belief in the supernatural before then, though found herself at Giselle's beck and call, and was turned against her will. In time, however, she would quickly begin to see the perks to vampirism. As she was turned at what she believed to be the peak of her youth and beauty, she would never have to worry about getting old, she would never have to worry about anyone threatening her. She stayed with Giselle for a long time, falling in love with her, though Giselle rejected her. Shortly afterwards, a confrontation between a group of witches and Giselle's coven resulted in many casualties, It was then Aimee decided to take her leave and abandon her old life, leaving her name behind, and starting over.

She wasn't quite sure where to go or what to do, though she ended up going over to Boston, Massachusetts after seeing them looking for models for a company named Brass Clothing. Seeing as how she felt the entire world should know her beauty, she signed a contract, and the whispers of Salem reached her shortly thereafter, cementing her new home.

| {Extra} |

She used to be allergic to shellfish, and avoids it even though it doesn't do anything to her now.

[HIGH CASUAL] Welcome to Salem, Massachusetts

@Lionhearted I did a thing, hopefully it's something.

Aimee

Aimee Du'désir

_{{ "Just sit back, relax, and let me take care of you." }}
|| Give You What You Like ||

| {Full Name} |

Lucille Aimee DuBois

| {Nickname} |

Goes by Aimee Du'désir. Isn't a fan of nicknames made of her actual name. Adores being called pet names, and has long since abandoned her birth name.

| {Date of Birth} |

April 21st

| {Age} |

Was turned when she was twenty one. How long ago that happened is her little secret. (It's only been about a decade or two)

| {Gender} |

Female

| {Sexuality} |

Love has no boundaries, and neither does Aimee.

| {Relationship Status} |

Forever Single and Free

| {Role} |

Vampire

| {Occupation} |

She's currently modeling for a fashion company.

| {Face Claim} |

Angelique Boyer

| {Dialogue Color} |

The color of love, Pink. Should be red, the color of passion, but who cares, right?

| {Appearance} |

A beauty if there ever was one, Aimee has used every cream, lotion, and beauty product imaginable to make sure it stays that way--and vampirism has only cut out some of those products. Standing at five feet five inches, Aimee's body is hourglass shaped, an admirable shape to match her seductress persona. Years of working on her body has left her toned, tanned, and slim. Her heart shaped face ends with her cleft chin, lips plump and usually bearing some sort of lipstick with a smile, cheeks always blushed, dazzling blue eyes with long eyelashes and perfectly plucked eyebrows completing her look. Her hair is blonde, its length easily sweeping the middle of her back, her bangs usually swept to the side.

Her outfits are feminine, sometimes frilly, and always fashionable. They tend to accentuate her body, though she loves the gazes she gets from them as clothes do make the woman. She prefers short skirts and dresses that show off her long legs, though admittedly, they're a hell of a lot easier for her to run and jump around in. She's almost always wearing a pair of heels, favoring those with either a sharp end (easier to stab an enemy with) or a clunkier heel (gives a little more force to her kicks). She actually doesn't like to wear too much jewelry, though she does have her ears pierced and does like to wear bracelets. She has a very cliche tattoo of a tiny pair of wings on her shoulder blades, though they're usually covered by her hair.

| {Habits & Quirks} |

♥ Licks her lips a lot, even when she isn't trying to seduce anyone.
♥ Crosses her arms in such a way that always pushes up her chest.
♥ Peppers french phrases into her speech. Yes, it's as pretentious as it sounds. She loves it.
♥ Has a minor gambling addiction due to a mobile phone game that she constantly pours money into.

| {Hobbies} |

♥ Loves playing dress up games.
♥ Can sing nicely.
♥ Studies etymology, and practices the romance languages.
♥ Used to kickbox to get into shape, practices to keep herself on her toes.

| {Likes} |

♥ Kisses, making out, massages, any physical contact...sex could be thrown in there as well.
♥ Flirting and teasing, even if not reciprocated.
♥ Nature is actually nice to look at, with a particular fondness for flowers.
♥ The sea and its vast mysteriousness.
♥ Stargazing.
♥ Blood, finding an odd beauty in it besides using it to feed her thirst.
♥ Her mobile phone game, even if it just takes away all her money.

| {Dislikes} |

♥ Ugly things. They offend her senses.
♥ Not the biggest fan of werewolves or witches or hunters.
♥ Not a big fan of rodents.
♥ Mud, since her heels get stuck in it.
♥ While she doesn't mind prudes, she despises those that preach that sex is bad.
♥ Religion.
♥ Her mobile phone game, because it keeps taking away all her money and won't give her the characters she wants damn it!

| {Fears} |

♥ Commitment is a bitch, isn't it?
♥ Growing old.
♥ Dying alone, with no one knowing or remembering her.

| {Secrets} |

♥ She harbors a deep loneliness that can't be sated, using her lust as a way to fill it. Even if it's a lie, even if it's just for a night, sleeping around is a temporary release from that feeling of being alone.

| {Abilities} |

Has the standard fare of all the vampire abilities, although she does focus more on the mental manipulation. Her specialty would probably be influencing her prey's mood to one she likes--an insatiable lust, forcing them to want her. She reads body language well, picking up quickly on those who have weaker wills. She's quite observant, though in a fight would rely more on strength than agility, believing that there's no need for speed when you can just bulldoze your opponents over.

| {Limitations} |

She tends to tunnel-vision in a fight, and relies on brute force as opposed to having a plan. Sneaking around isn't her style,
as she prefers direct confrontation.

| {Personality} |

♦ Plucky ♦ Vain ♦ Seductive ♦ Selfish ♦

Aimee's pride is only second to her own vanity. She looks good, and she knows it; she believes that people should take advantage of everything they have, and she knows how to use her beauty as a weapon. She embodies the image of a temptress to the fullest, and enjoys seducing those to bend to her will. She'll use, abuse, and throw away a person once she's said and done. If she could marry her own reflection, she would. But of course, beyond the pretty face, there is a semblance of a personality that has nothing to do with the seductress.

Above all, she looks out for herself above all else. There's no point in relying on others so long as you can keep your own. She is on the quieter side, if she isn't looking for prey she does enjoy having pleasant conversations. While she isn't an intellect, she does enjoy listening to people explain things to her, and knows how to ask questions with genuine curiosity. She does keep to herself, always having a wall between her and whoever bothers trying to get to know her. Her trust issues run deep, though she's able to work with anyone and follows orders well enough.

| {Place of Origin} |

Manhattan, New York

| {Background} |

In her 'previous life', Aimee was born to a poor, but well meaning family. She had ambition and drive even when she was young, and so decided to work hard to make something of herself, and to make her parents proud. As she grew older and developed into a pretty girl, she began to use her wiles to help get what she wanted. She found it was so easy to string people along, and she was much too good at it. Her well intentions melted away, her ambition turning into greed as she climbed her way to the top, culminating in having an affair with an older, married man at the age of seventeen. Said man had much wealth, and she convinced him to give her a part of his fortune.

She did, however, make a mistake of targeting him; little did she know of his involvement in illegal trafficking, and when she tried to get more money out of him, she soon found herself at the end of a barrel pointed straight at her. All the money she had convinced the man to give her was taken away, and while she was told she was lucky to have gotten out of the situation with her life, she couldn't stand the thought of losing everything. In a fit of rage, she confronted him, though this time, she caught the attention of the man's wife, a vampire by the name of Giselle Benvenuto.

Giselle believed she had known too much, though she had taken a personal interest in her. Aimee had no belief in the supernatural before then, though found herself at Giselle's beck and call, and was turned against her will. In time, however, she would quickly begin to see the perks to vampirism. As she was turned at what she believed to be the peak of her youth and beauty, she would never have to worry about getting old, she would never have to worry about anyone threatening her. She stayed with Giselle for a long time, falling in love with her, though Giselle rejected her. Shortly afterwards, a confrontation between a group of witches and Giselle's coven resulted in many casualties, It was then Aimee decided to take her leave and abandon her old life, leaving her name behind, and starting over.

She wasn't quite sure where to go or what to do, though she ended up going over to Boston, Massachusetts after seeing them looking for models for a company named Brass Clothing. Seeing as how she felt the entire world should know her beauty, she signed a contract, and the whispers of Salem reached her shortly thereafter, cementing her new home.

| {Extra} |

She used to be allergic to shellfish, and avoids it even though it doesn't do anything to her now.

{High Casual} I'll Be There For You - Friendship Roleplay

Finished at last...I think. @HushedWhispers

Amy Arnau

Amy Arnau

{ "Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none." }

| {N A M E} |

Amelia Esperanza Arnau

| {N I C K N A M E} |

She prefers to be called Amy but will respond to practically anything, although her favorite is 'Hey you!'.

| {B I R T H D A Y} |

April 30th, 1993

| {A G E} |

24

| {G E N D E R} |

Female

| {S E X U A L I T Y} |

Bisexual

| {R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S} |

Just got dumped by her boyfriend, so single

| {O C C U P A T I O N} |

She currently works as a customer service supervisor for Bank of America

| {A P P E A R A N C E} |

Standing at five feet five inches and weighing around 110 pounds, Amelia is a thin, lightweight woman of Puerto Rican descent. She has a heart shaped face with high cheekbones as her most prominent feature with dark brown eyes. Her body has few curves, with a small bust and fair hips, though she doesn't seem to be too bothered by it. Her hair is a dark shade of brown, nearly black, though she's been known to dye it once in a while. Makeup isn't her forte, though she does like wear pink lip-gloss. She takes good care of herself, taking care of pimples and blemishes rather quickly. While not having any tattoos, she has several, thin scars on her upper left thigh, another scar on her right knee, and a birthmark on her right hip. She has her ears pierced, as well as her belly button though she would like to keep that one to herself.

Her attire is on the simpler side of things. She isn't a big fan of prints and likes solid colors. She prefers to wear skirts over pants, slapping on tights underneath when it gets colder. Studs are the only kind of earrings she wears, and she doesn't like having anything hanging that could get caught. Rings tend to get in the way when she's trying to type or do something with her hands, though she does own some bracelets and necklaces she'll wear for special occasions. She does, however, go all out with hair accessories, having more headbands, scrunchies, and hair clips than she does clothes. They culminate in her own hanging armoire filled with them.

| {Q U I R K S // H A B I T S} |

• Can and will start singing random songs that get stuck in her head out loud in hopes that it’ll also get stuck in someone else’s head.
• Tends to pull on her hair when nervous.
• Always behind on celebrity gossip or current fads.
• Mixes up English and Spanish words despite speaking both fluently all her life.
• Uses way too many emojis when texting. Has been asked to stop and she either can’t or won’t.
• Likes things to be neat and tidy, is known to clean other peoples’ places.
• Becomes a shopaholic when stressed and gets into a cycle of buying and regret-returning.

| {H O B B I E S} |

• She likes to play video games to blow off steam.
• Reads and watches anything and everything to do with Batman.
• Binge watching shows on Netflix.
• Crochets and knits.

| {L I K E S} |

• Staying home while it rains outside.
• Singing when she’s alone.
• Working hard and forwarding herself in her career.
• Making herself look pretty.
• Grand romantic gestures.

| {D I S L I K E S} |

• Getting caught out in the rain without an umbrella or a hoodie.
• Shows that she likes getting canceled.
• People who say she isn’t ‘Spanish enough’. What does that even mean, anyway?
• People who waste their lives doing nothing.
• Whenever people who clearly have talent decide to do absolutely nothing with it.
• Being called a goody two shoes despite being one.

| {F E A R S} |

• Has a deep rooted fear of completely giving herself to someone, to start a life and build something special, only to have it all crumble due to her autophobia.
• The ultimate irony has to be the above resulting in her own fear of commitment, even if she has yet to realize it due to still wanting to someday get married and start a family.
• Getting sent to jail for breaking the law.
• Not a fan of any type of clown whatsoever.

| {S E C R E T S} |

• Managed to hide the abuse her ex-boyfriend dealt to her.
• Suffered from an eating disorder in high school.
• Has flunked out of college on her way to getting her Master's Degree in Economics.
• Doesn't want people to know she's deathly afraid of clowns.
• Has gotten a copyright infringement warning after trying to illegally download several movies, only had viruses to show for it, though.

| {P E R S O N A L I T Y} |

Caring - Indecisive - Gentle - Doormat

Amy is a kind young woman who likes to look at the positive side of life. Ever the optimist, she sees opportunity even from bad situations. She does her best to remain cheerful and wants the best for her loved ones. She considers herself loyal, and won't hesitate to deal with people who hurt those she cares about. She is outwardly confident and strong, sometimes to the point of coming across as arrogant or self-righteous. She'll go above and beyond to please her friends, often going out of her way to make sure everyone's okay. She also knows how to flash a smile even when she's annoyed, having practiced way too many times at her job. There is a bad tendency of hers that doesn't let her be direct about her own feelings. Sure, she gives out advice even when its unwanted, but when it comes to her own situation she clams up and refuses to budge. She doesn't know how to properly communicate her own emotions. It doesn't help that she's easily swayed, and listens to others instead of following her own instincts. Even when she does finally make up her mind, she'll question it for eternity. Her self-worth is also in the negative, but she tries hard to hide this.

| {P L A C E O F O R I G I N} |

Fort Lee, New Jersey

| {H I S T O R Y} |

Despite knowing that they were too young, Elisabeth Arnau and Mariano Vasquez decided to get married. Nine months later, in the city of Guayama, Puerto Rico, their daughter Amelia was born. Six months later, Mariano decided he would rather continue to chase skirts rather than deal with a newborn and his wife, so a divorce followed three months after that. Once Amy turned one, her mother decided that she didn't want her daughter to grow up without a father, and so she got together with an old friend named Paolo Vulmaro who had also been recently divorced. Paolo also had a young son, three years older than Amy, and after much discussion, Elisabeth and Paolo decided it was better to raise the two together. In time, the two did genuinely fall in love, and their family grew closer together, with Amy seeing Paolo as her father and her stepbrother as her actual brother.

When she was seven years old, her father got an offer at a better job, though it was in New York. Elisabeth was a little weary raising her children in the city, so the family ended up living in New Jersey. Paolo's job ended up working out better than expected, with the family gaining some wealth, and so they decided to send Amy to private school. Amy was in the top 20 of her class, and became a cheerleader and soared into popularity. Her dream at the time was to become a singer, even joining the choir and applying for Julliard. She ended up dating the football team's quarterback in her junior year, Nicholas, though he thought she should go for a more realistic career. Not wanting to disappoint him, Amy decided to go into finance for something more secure, and was accepted into Fordham University.

During her college years she found herself buried in her books, struggling to keep her grades up. She moved in with her boyfriend in his apartment in New York, though she got a job as a bank teller to help him out with the bills. Between school, her job, and Nicholas wanting more of her attention, she felt like she was torn between the three and doing none of them well. Still, she wouldn't learn her lesson just yet, getting into a string of arguments and disagreements until she completed her bachelor's degree. Once she got into going for her Master's, their relationship promptly exploded after she got a pregnancy scare. He refused to take responsibility, she wanted to keep it, they couldn't come up with a solution, it was bad. The stress caused her to fail all her classes, and she ended up dropping out to save face, taking a promotion from the bank and using it as an excuse as to why she stopped her studies.

Despite clearly being miserable, Amy and Nicholas decided to sweep things under the rug. Until last week, when an odd voicemail caught Amy's attention. The voice of a woman asking for Nicholas, needing desperately to talk to him. When Amy asked him about it, he denied knowing anything about it, and she would've believed him, except the same voicemail popped up every day since then. Yesterday, she decided to call the number back.

Today, Amy decided to end their eight year relationship.

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

Why had Wesley betrayed him?! Grant was so sure the prince would agree, but much to his dismay, he was on Emiri's side. He was absolutely crestfallen as Emiri would simply turn and pick a direction, and Grant was soon left alone as Wesley would do the same. Silence was the only thing accompanied him, and he let out the quiestest protest as he looked around. He was tempted to follow one of the other two, but he knew Emiri would just use the opportunity to scare him and Wesley would just give him a lecture about bravery.

Taking it one step at a time, Grant soon realized he had no idea what exactly he was looking for. The books around him were in ancient languages long lost to any living denizen of Ivalice, some gave him a bad vibe, others were simply too dusty to pry out. Soon, curiosity replaced his fear, and he found himself wandering aimlessly. Zeromus had no comment as Grant chose to pull out a book, though he chuckled as Grant flipped the blank pages. What the hell? Scoffing, Grant shoved the book back into place, though a chill ran up his spine once more.

Turning around, he could have sworn he felt another presence. Letting out a groan, he crossed his arms. "I know you're there, Emiri," He called out, unamused. He waited for a response, though she would not come out. "It's not funny to me!"

Nothing. Oh no. She was going to jump out and scare him again! Grant felt his body shake unwillingly, his back to the shelf in case she decided to jump him from behind. Man, he tried so hard to keep his fear of ghosts a secret, now that Wesley knew it would only be a matter of time before it spread. A low groan escaped him, the anticipation killing him. After a moment, however, nothing came. Boy, she was really drawing it out, wasn't she?

Daring himself to take a peek around the corner, he spotted a brown haired girl, though he realized it wasn't Emiri. Her back was turned to him, though she then turned, revealing her face. What was Ren doing here? She smiled at him, a disappointed look on her face as she turned towards him. "You're...Ren, right?" He asked, though he then realized that she had basically caught him. "Oh, right, this is probably blocked for outsiders, right?"

She nodded. "Ah...well...sorry," He offered an apology. She shook her head, bringing out her lotus flower. He remembered its red color, though he was surprised to find it colored black.

"Where is she?" Her voice was barely above a whisper as she spoke.

There was that feeling again, and this time Grant instinctively reached for his gun. "What did you do to Ren?!" Grant asked, his mist charging around him.

She smiled once more, a sudden wind scattering her petals. He let out a gasp as they formed a whip, and nearly received the attack as Ren whipped it at him. Still, she was faster than he was, the petals on the grounds erupting into several vines. Grant's eyes widened, though he immediately began shooting at them.

Grant's bullets rang through the aisles, catching Emiri's attention. She placed her book down, cautiously walking towards the commotion, though she stopped as she spotted Ren in front of her. She backed away, alarmed when Ren continued to step forward. "Ah, if you're here, he must be as well." She mused outloud, eyeing Emiri hungrily. Emiri wasn't sure why, but Ren seemed to send every alarm in her head off. Narrowing her eyes, Emiri remained steady, extending an arm out as she summoned her sword. "I've always wondered just how powerful the so-called Scion of Time is...But you're just a child. You haven't the slightest idea how to utilize that power, do you? No matter...I'm sure your screams will summon him."

---

The princess' head tilted back slightly as she watched Jaakuna with a bemused expression, her lips slightly parted, as if ready to say something. For once, however, she remained steady in her spectator role, watching Jaakuna climb. Oh, she definitely believed that this was a bad idea, and there would certainly be consequences to Jaakuna's stupid actions. But as of this moment, she was content with watching, the smallest of smiles on her face as Savayna and Jaakuna bickered back and forth. It was only a matter of time before something was to happen.

And sure enough, it happened once Jaakuna had the spear in his hands.

Her smile widened as Nadeline watched Jaakuna get slammed into the wall repeatedly. "Did you truly believe we would be taking the weapon without any trouble? And I thought Grant was the naive one," She called out to him, unable to hide her smugness. After the third time, the wall shook, and she let out a sigh, looking at Savayna. "We could try to take the spear and leave him behind."

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