Post by Ava Breit on Jul 6, 2010 0:51:17 GMT -6
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name , Ava Michelle Breit
nicknames , N/A
age & date of birth , Twenty-two, September 21st
gender , Female
sexual orientation , Heterosexual
occupation , Secretary at a law firm
played by , Anna Jagodzinska
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height , 5'10''
weight , 115 lbs
basic appearance, Skinny like a model with frequently black painted eyes, Ava Breit is a force to be reckoned with. Granted, she's not quite as threatening in her weekday wardrobe, but this waif of a blonde gives off the vibe of independence more strongly than a women's rights activist. But to use an outdated, cliche phrase, what you see is not always what you get. Behind perfectly arched brows and grey blue eyes that are almost constantly glaring back at the world, hides an insecure, vulnerable girl looking for a way out of life. Unfortunately, there is no way to bypass death, and though Ava's slight frame appears to be within inches of it, she's not about to change. Anorexia is a bitch of a complex to have, but it works. It's taken awhile to get there, but Ava has finally become slightly comfortable with her body. Of course, it couldn't hurt to be thinner.
Living life for only two days at most out of the week, Ava Breit goes all out Saturday and Sunday with dark, smoky eyes, tight clothing, and a scowl to keep the general public off her case. It's true that maybe she wears too much makeup, or hikes her skirt up too high for the prudes that won't have any fun, but she is, after all, a party girl. Her image and overall appearance most Monday mornings has threatened to put an end to her career, but she tends to clean up respectably and keep her reputation somewhat under control. During the weekdays, you can often find her in conservative button downs and pencil skirts with black pumps, hair pulled back in a tight coiff, minimalistic makeup. She can't seem to bring herself to go without it, yet another ruse in her arsenal. Outside of work and the parties she frequently haunts, you can find her in jeans and basic, simple shirts. She doesn't spend a lot of time wandering around town, so there's not a lot of reason to put effort into this part of her life.
After years of too much drinking, drug abuse, and general stress, Ava's complexion has taken a turn for the worst. There are times when her skin takes on the grey wash of death, at others, a more sallow, pale white-yellow. Hardly ever does she glow like the girls in the Maybelline commercials, and it's been too many years for her to remember whether or not she was born with it. Her cheek and collar bones protrude slightly, giving her facial features a sharper, more defined look. Ava has never liked her wide forehead and square face, though she appreciates the full lips and large, expressive doe eyes fringed by naturally pale lashes. Mascara has always been a necessity, but at least it's cheaper than hair dye. Ava's always been affectionate of the blonde color, though she's gone darker a few times before and hated it. Her hair is one of the few things she is comfortable with about herself. Among other things that plague her when she looks in the mirror are her excessively large nose, skeletal chest, and thighs that always seem to be touching. Possibly one of the only things she's ever overlooked lacking is a smile.
physical flaws, -Dry, yellowish skin (anorexia)
- Growth of fine hair all over body and face (anorexia)
- Thin, brittle hair (anorexia)
- Square face
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likes , Asthenia, horseback riding, weekends, crashing parties, booze, sleeping around, random hookups, her job, generally being an ass, stepfather, being alone
dislikes , her past, making excuses, the world, being high, waking up with last night's hookup, most relationships, her looks and body, any level of violence or fighting, sobriety
overall personality , Ava Michelle Breit is many things. However, in a word, you could most easily describe her as damaged. She's a rather beautiful mess, our girl is, but a mess none the less. Trusting people is not one of her strong points. Ava doesn't have very many conversations with people her age, and she speaks no more than is necessary at her job. She is viewed as the quiet, introverted secretary who does her job and lets others do the talking. Ava's always been a good liar. Even she will own up to it. She severely lacks a sense of judgement, and doesn't always make the best choices for herself. Forcing herself to be alone, letting her reputation slide, the anorexia issue, and risking drug addiction would make just the first few on the list. But the people who know her best are those that see her at her most vulnerable times. Ava is a volatile girl that would pick fights quickly had she not created an aversion to violence five years ago. Since then, she's toned herself down slightly, but she remains the rebellious party girl. Though she hates making excuses because of her past, she can't seem to leave it behind. Ava feels as if she's been horribly wronged from day one, and that the world owes her a serious apology. Though her weight has plummeted beneath the healthy range, Ava hates her body, face, and not so secretly, she isn't a huge fan of herself, either.
Ava is impulsive, rarely allows herself time to think things through, and never old-fashioned. Before letting her life fall to the wayside, Ava was a romantic idealist. In a world of her own, the sky was always a cloudless blue, and even obstacles in the road could be driven around safely. Things have changed now. There's a down side to everything, and the past is always trailing along - a perpetual shadow of sorts. With this darkened point of view, Ava is not a typically happy person - much more likely to snap back at a greeting from a stranger than smile in return. She's not very good at meeting new people, nor does she want to. Other people are simply there to color the landscape and offer an interesting subject to look at. Partygoers can take the shape of whatever she wants them to be, but they're not much more appealing, in the end. Ava sleeps around and does drugs to feel stronger and more powerful. Once the clothes start coming off and the room begins to spin, nothing can touch her. Sleeping around has never been an issue, though she refuses to do anything with other women. Of course, everyone has their price. It's not that Ava was ever chaste, exactly.
Ava prefers to be under the influence of some kind of drug or substance most of the time, though she stays sober in order to work her job. Drinking is better than smoking or pill-popping, but she'll gladly do either. Contrary to popular belief, though Ava does enjoy the drug abuse and binge drinking, she actually finds being high a little scary. It's the only time she truly feels happy and at peace, and she's not used to that feeling. She's gained a habit of looking over her shoulder in times like this, as if someone may come along and wipe the smile off her face. Ava's always had an interest in taking care of herself. Talk all you want, but after all the parties and drunken nights, she'll take it easy for awhile and be back at work on Monday, looking normal as ever. She has to. It's the way she lives. It's the only way she's ever known to do it. Despite her life typically being in shambles, Ava's always holding her nose to the grindstone. After three consecutive years of living on her own with no parents to push the issue, she's learned well. She generally stays out of trouble, as well, her criminal record still clean - surprising as that may be.
Of course, there are better sides to Ava's personality. They're just a little harder to find. But nothing worth knowing in this world is on the surface. Ava's a martyr. Though she frequently talks about her past, there are many details she'll leave out. If she's having a bad day, she'll put a smile on her face and carry on. She loves to be the storyteller, but never the victim. Ava is caring. It's just that she doesn't have people to care for. Ava has good intentions, she just sees her lifestyle as a necessity. She knows any day now that she could end up pregnant or in jail, or - in her mind, the best option - dead. She just doesn't care. Life is all about letting the chips fall where they may. And Ava, as she'll tell you, is never lonely. That's a lucky coincidence, in her mind.
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hometown , Chicago, Illinois (US)
family , Jackson Christopher Breit, age 40, father
Emma Dovey Colfer, age 35, mother
Liam Alexander Colfer, age 20, stepbrother, deceased
Chase Alan Colfer, age 42, stepfather
pets , Asthenia, Oldenburg mare
history , Ava Michelle Breit was born on a rainy September morning in Chicago, Illinois to a struggling young couple of newlyweds. Emma Fairlie and Jackson Breit met after a high school football game. Jack drove Miss Fairlie home, and Ava's story started there. Emma was just sixteen when her first daughter was born, an event that bred the animosity between mother and daughter, one that would last for years to come. Jack left five years later, after their hasty marriage had fallen apart and the bills stopped coming in. Of course, he made his big break just months after leaving the family. He always regretted the decision, not for his wife, but for the bubbly little girl that was just beginning to blossom. Turns out he was cut out for being a family man, after all. Emma struggled on her own until Ava's seventh birthday, when she met Chase, another single parent, at the park one morning. Ava, who had never been praised before for her good grades and sweet disposition, was suddenly the pride and joy of her new family. Her older stepbrother, Liam, was frequently pushed to the side, and for the first few years, the siblings relationship wasn't good. However, once the two got into middle school, things smoothed out. By then, Ava was growing to be quite the girl - blonde and beautiful, intelligent and composed. She hung out with the popular girls of the school, dated boys from Liam's class, and earned top honors in all her classes. She started riding with her friends at a local barn and took an interest in horses, but never had the money to really pursue the hobby. Luckily for her, this is about the time she received a letter from her biological father, apologizing for everything he'd done in the past and hoping to make it up to her. He sent her monthly installments of cash, ignoring his estranged wife, and Ava characteristically continued to get what she wanted. She'd saved up enough money to afford an expensive Oldenburg mare within twenty four months. Highschool was amazing for the first two years - her friends loved her, her career in the circuit was taking off, and she was really starting to click with her horse, Asthenia. It was in the last semester of her sophomore year that she started going out with Eric, and her life took an unexpected twist.
Eric wasn't a saint or a scholar. Ava knew it, of course, but she'd always thought she could fix him. Rather, Eric just dragged her down with him. This is where Ava had her first experiences with marijuana, ecstasy, cocaine, whatever else she could get her hands on. College parties, older men, and beer. There was always beer. And Eric never cared if they slept with other people, so Ava frequently let herself stray. Of course, even as her grades started dropping and her friends began to worry about her, Ava still figured she was in control. It was when Liam and Eric started clashing that the real problems showed up. Any self-respecting brother wouldn't let his sister be treated that way. That's what Liam told Ava at least, just minutes before Eric pulled the trigger. It was behind a house on the West side of town, and the two boys had gotten into a heated fight before it was taken too far. Liam had given his sister an ultimatum just the day before - she would break up with Eric or he would find another way to teach him a lesson. Maybe he'd underestimated Eric. Maybe he'd thought he would fight fair. Either way, he'd thought wrong. Ava, who was currently hooking up in the guest room with a college guy that smelled of smoke and kept calling her Britney, was called down as soon as the shot was fired. There was still time to call an ambulance by the time she made it to the back porch where her brother was shot, and later died, but she couldn't do it. Her parents had forbidden her from seeing Eric last week, and threatened to call the police about her drug posession if she was ever caught with him again. They'd known about her addictions for awhile, apparently. She pleaded the other partygoers to call for the paramedics, but none of them would do it. They all knew if the officials showed up, every one of them would be arrested for underage drinking. Liam died in the flowerbed behind the house amongst an arrangement of hydrangeas and daisies, insisting all the while to his sister that it wasn't her fault. But it was, and she knew it.
Eric drove out of town to a nearby ravine and left the body there. Ava went home and told her parents that she'd last seen Liam at the county fair - the place they'd supposedly been heading - before she took off to get cotton candy and couldn't find him in the line for the next ride. The police did a search, the first month of which Ava spent sitting at home, biting her fingernails. The school had turned on her by this point. Most of them knew what had really happened at the party that night, but still wouldn't tell in fear of being caught themselves. These being her darkest days, Ava's bad behavior spiked. Despite her reputation, she couldn't seem to stop. She partied harder, got lost with strangers, had several STD scares, and first began starving herself. After everything she'd been through, Ava was no longer able to see the good in people. There were no longer standards to uphold, no hope and certainly no ambition. She'd seemed to have lost all control of her life, and the only way to regain it was to supervise what was going into her mouth. A plummeting sense of self worth and the feelings of guilt were adding up. Ava no longer felt she deserved the pleasure of eating. She wanted to shrivel up and die in the slowest way possible. Starving herself was the most obvious option. And the more she did it, the more and more uncomfortable she became with her body.
Ava's parents, who were trying to protect the family name, and unable to deal with this heinous behavior, kicked her out of the house in late December. Ava finished out her junior and senior years in an online school while living on her own in New York. She'd moved there in hopes of finding her biological father and living with him, but he never answered the telephone, and she couldn't find any information on him. He would only write to her, and sign whatever papers as necessary, like those to get her into the online school. Ava continued to receive the monthly checks in the mail and supported herself for the first few months in this way, until she could find a job working in food service, and later, retail. At this point, Ava finally managed to get her life back on track. She started looking at university options, began riding at local barns, and found Beckett College online. It was quite simple to make the move out to Blackwood, New Jersey. She didn't have very many posessions and it was only an hour and a half away. Asthenia was shipped out to New Jersey after a three year period of absence. After signing up for her classes and a happy reunion with her childhood horse, Ava moved into the dorms and seemed to forget all about her past life. It would appear that the start of a new chapter would signal new beginnings, something to be happy about. But it seemed the breakthrough she'd made in New York had faded away. It was a new town, a new place to make a name for herself, and new people to immerse herself in. Ava maintained the grades to finish out her four years and earn her degree, but barely managed to scrape by.
It was hard at first, to face that she was now at the point where life could really begin. Adolescence had passed her by, now useless, wasted years, many days forgotten since. For several weeks after college, Ava didn't know where to go, who to turn to. She was lost. And then reality hit. Job applications were sent out, and the law firms began to call back and offer positions. Caramel Rivers was the obvious choice in the end, with a focus on horses and the highest paying salary. The move was made, and Ava finally seemed to settle down and steel herself to really working and becoming her own person. Unfortunatley, Ava still hasn't made up her mind to change. She's fallen right back into her old habits, and in her mind, that's the way it will stay. She'll be doing this until she's forty, far past the final age she should ever reach. Live fast, die young would be her philosophy, you could say. You could also venture to say that Ava Breit is a girl who needs a savior.
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Even this was unlikely behavior from Ava Breit. Hardly ever did she turn down the chance at a random hookup, especially after determining the proposition to be tempting. She didn't like to assert herself, or allow herself to lose the opportunity at something that might lead to her meeting someone genuinely interesting, someone that might burrow their way into her life. She would admit – grudgingly, but she would do it - that this guy seemed to fit all of those qualities. He spoke quietly with an unsettling smile and a slightly distant attitude. Though Ava assumed she’d scared him away after he drew back, a closer examination revealed him to be looking at her. The glazed blue eyes darted back to the picture frame and immersed herself in thought. He was an interesting specimen himself, dark hair falling in tendrils just below his brow, expressive eyes and amused expression. The blonde turned away, impartial and bored. She had him pegged as the typical band junkie, the type that could easily con multiple girls into sleeping with him on the same night. She'd been with a couple of those before, and didn't feel up to reviewing the all too predictable traits.
Complete and utter apathy was evident on the girl's face. She didn't give a fuck about the world, she didn't give a fuck about him. If the sky came crashing down right now and collapsed on his face, she wouldn't care. At least that was her stand on the matter until she heard his next words. She hadn’t expected to find it funny, what he’d said. And yet, a spark lit in her baby blue eyes, a trill of drunken laughter escaping her lips. "Friendly?” She giggled softly. If she could, she would stop it, but it was uncontrollable. ”Is that what they're calling it these days?" She chuckled, shaking her head before downing the rest of her drink. A genuine smile remained fixed on the blonde’s lips though her company didn't seem amused. Even so, she couldn't ditch the euphoric feeling of this second of happiness. It'd been awhile since she had something to laugh about, and the kid's total seriousness only made the joke funnier.
Of course, the daring and quickly-spoken question pointed her way wiped the smile right off her face. For a moment, she was lost in the blur of his speech and considered asking the man to repeat himself. Fortunately, she put it together and could at least grasp the subject content of the inquiry. Coughing slightly into the back of her hand as if pointing to the awkwardness of the moment, Ava lifted her eyes to his, a brow following suit. "Does the truth need a reason to be what it is? I don't know what rock you've been living under, Ben," She began, a mocking tone accompanying the boy's name. "But when a band member approaches a slightly - er, tipsy - girl at the bar during an after party, it usually means he wants to nail her." This was laid out by the blonde as plainly as if she were lecturing a class on long division or ecosystems. Directing her gaze away from his after a prolonged moment of eye contact, the girl tipped back her glass again only to find it empty. Slamming the drink back down, she gained the attention of the bartender before signaling another round. "What? You aren't going to buy me a drink? I have to say -" Her speech was momentarily interrupted by a hiccup. "You aren't running game tonight."
Staring thoughtfully at the marble countertop, the girl's boggled brain tried to sort through why she appeared to be opening up. It was wrong on so many levels, especially after closing herself off from the rest of the population for so long. There was nothing special about the man sitting next to her, nothing that suggested she should believe the appealing words coming out of his mouth. It was ridiculous, the very idea that a guy could come up and smile like that - just to be friendly, he said. Just to be friendly, my ass. Ava muttered under her breath. A trembling hand reached for the drink that had been placed in front of her and brought it shakily to her lips.
"Guys are just bastards." The girl finally said. By now, the time had come and gone to answer the boy’s question. Even Ava hadn’t expected to reply, but here she was, making an ass of herself. The sudden outburst might have been just as much a surprise to him. "They'll be so interested the night before they leave you, with these stars in their eyes and silly grins. And then they sleep with you, and the game's over. There's really no way to get past the casual hookup at a party. It's inevitable. You're just like the rest of them." A controlled, deliberate sip of her drink. "And to make matters worse, you just got done with a show. Not only are you hoping to sleep with some girl tonight - you expect it." She smiled archly. Another drink down. Clanking the glass down on the bar for what must have been the sixth time, she wiped her mouth across the back of her hand. "My name's Ava, by the way. Don't call me Britney or Ashley when you finally trick me into sleeping with you later tonight." The biting afterthought slipped by as she realized she might as well have given him her whole life story. Ava got the feeling he wasn't going anywhere. She got the feeling that she wasn't going to protest or push any more than she already had. Before long, the room would be spinning even more violently. She would need someone to cling to, someone to drag her up the stairs and keep to herself for the night.
Complete and utter apathy was evident on the girl's face. She didn't give a fuck about the world, she didn't give a fuck about him. If the sky came crashing down right now and collapsed on his face, she wouldn't care. At least that was her stand on the matter until she heard his next words. She hadn’t expected to find it funny, what he’d said. And yet, a spark lit in her baby blue eyes, a trill of drunken laughter escaping her lips. "Friendly?” She giggled softly. If she could, she would stop it, but it was uncontrollable. ”Is that what they're calling it these days?" She chuckled, shaking her head before downing the rest of her drink. A genuine smile remained fixed on the blonde’s lips though her company didn't seem amused. Even so, she couldn't ditch the euphoric feeling of this second of happiness. It'd been awhile since she had something to laugh about, and the kid's total seriousness only made the joke funnier.
Of course, the daring and quickly-spoken question pointed her way wiped the smile right off her face. For a moment, she was lost in the blur of his speech and considered asking the man to repeat himself. Fortunately, she put it together and could at least grasp the subject content of the inquiry. Coughing slightly into the back of her hand as if pointing to the awkwardness of the moment, Ava lifted her eyes to his, a brow following suit. "Does the truth need a reason to be what it is? I don't know what rock you've been living under, Ben," She began, a mocking tone accompanying the boy's name. "But when a band member approaches a slightly - er, tipsy - girl at the bar during an after party, it usually means he wants to nail her." This was laid out by the blonde as plainly as if she were lecturing a class on long division or ecosystems. Directing her gaze away from his after a prolonged moment of eye contact, the girl tipped back her glass again only to find it empty. Slamming the drink back down, she gained the attention of the bartender before signaling another round. "What? You aren't going to buy me a drink? I have to say -" Her speech was momentarily interrupted by a hiccup. "You aren't running game tonight."
Staring thoughtfully at the marble countertop, the girl's boggled brain tried to sort through why she appeared to be opening up. It was wrong on so many levels, especially after closing herself off from the rest of the population for so long. There was nothing special about the man sitting next to her, nothing that suggested she should believe the appealing words coming out of his mouth. It was ridiculous, the very idea that a guy could come up and smile like that - just to be friendly, he said. Just to be friendly, my ass. Ava muttered under her breath. A trembling hand reached for the drink that had been placed in front of her and brought it shakily to her lips.
"Guys are just bastards." The girl finally said. By now, the time had come and gone to answer the boy’s question. Even Ava hadn’t expected to reply, but here she was, making an ass of herself. The sudden outburst might have been just as much a surprise to him. "They'll be so interested the night before they leave you, with these stars in their eyes and silly grins. And then they sleep with you, and the game's over. There's really no way to get past the casual hookup at a party. It's inevitable. You're just like the rest of them." A controlled, deliberate sip of her drink. "And to make matters worse, you just got done with a show. Not only are you hoping to sleep with some girl tonight - you expect it." She smiled archly. Another drink down. Clanking the glass down on the bar for what must have been the sixth time, she wiped her mouth across the back of her hand. "My name's Ava, by the way. Don't call me Britney or Ashley when you finally trick me into sleeping with you later tonight." The biting afterthought slipped by as she realized she might as well have given him her whole life story. Ava got the feeling he wasn't going anywhere. She got the feeling that she wasn't going to protest or push any more than she already had. Before long, the room would be spinning even more violently. She would need someone to cling to, someone to drag her up the stairs and keep to herself for the night.
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