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NO NEED TO PANIC ...
AVON! HAS ARRIVED[/size]

<span style='font-family:GEORGIA'>"My brain's repeating
'If you've got an impulse let it out'
But they never make it past my mouth."</span>

F U L L NAME;; AVON ALEXANDRINE TUDOR
N I C KNAMES;;
Avvie - Nickname for Avon
Littlest Tudor - The youngest of the Tudor Royals
Sunny/Sunshine - Due to her ever-cheery disposition
A G E;; 18
B I R T H DATE;; The eighth of Thargelion
G E N D E R;; Female

C A STE;; Royal
A L L IANCE;; Pluto
B A S E FORM;; Badger, but prefers to shift into a Dove
O C C UPATION;; Princess to the Plutonian people, Member of the Plutonian Court, Fourth in Line to becoming Queen, Playing peacemaker to her sweet sisters Avalon, Aelwen and Anwen

who will speak for planet earth?
the only thing we have to fear on the planet is man

H A I R COLOR && STYLE;; Like the other Tudor girls, Avon was born with wavy brunette locks. Her hair is long, and reaches to about her mid back. She adores her hair and admits that she's even a little bit vain about it. She likes to wear it down, perhaps with a ribbon or bow, unless she has a formal occasion to attend. Avalon always prefers Avon's hair to be up and out of her face for those sorts of soirees, saying that it looks more proper. She likes to make sure that her hair is kept in perfect condition, but isn't really bothered when it gets messy from her escapades.
E Y E COLOR && STYLE;; Avon's eyes are a deep, dark brown. They're the type of eyes that you would look at and suspect deep philosophical thought behind them. If eyes are the window to the soul, then Avon's are spot on. Her big eyes are full of innocence and purity, even a bit of naiveté. Since she's the youngest, she's favored a little bit, and her puppy dog eyes can break the hardest of hearts. She never uses them for her own advantage, but for the advantage of others.
H E I G H T && WEIGHT;;5ft3in, 110lbs
B U I L D;; Avon's body can be defined as sprite-like. She's small, both in height and in build, and she's still a bit of maturing to do. She's certain that she's the only girl in the galaxy without developed...attractions. She's healthy though, and eats regularly.
C L O T HING STYLE;; She gravitates toward the pastel colors mostly, and enjoys dresses and girly clothing. She likes to wear flowy things, although she doesn't mind dressing down once in a while. She enjoys looking pretty, but pretty and royal are not synonymous. She likes to blend in with the commoners and she only wants to be able to live her life as she chooses. She doesn't pick flashy clothes, but rather modest ones. She also likes jewelry; pearls are her favorite. She dresses with class and wants to makes sure that she's making a good first impression.
D I S T INGUISHING FEATURES;;To be honest, there's really nothing that stands out about Avon. Yes, she's a pretty girl, but she isn't strikingly beautiful. She's very plain for a princess, not attractive like Anwen or mysterious like Aelwen, or powerful and intense like Avalon. She feels like she's the one who should've been born the middle child because she has absolutely no confidence that she's anyone of importance. Sure she was a princess, but that was only a title. She still has yet to discover herself.
T A T T O O S && PIERCINGS;; Only her ears are pierced. Avon's terrified of needles, and refuses to let any ink touch her skin. She wants to be rebellious, but she's terrified of the consequences. She wants to pierce her stomach, but is scared to do so...maybe in the future.

F A C E CLAIM;; Emma Watson

some painters transform the sun into a yellow spot;
others transform a yellow spot into the sun.

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O V E R ALL: A MINIMUM OF THREE FULL SIZED PARAGRAPHS

the cosmos is all that is, or ever was, or ever will be
when the moon is not full, the stars shine more brightly

F A T H E R;; NAME && THOUGHTS
M O T H E R;; NAME && THOUGHTS
S I B L I N G (S);; NAME(S) && THOUGHTS
O T H E R RELATIVES;; NAME(S) && THOUGHTS
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O V E R ALL;; A MINIMUM OF FIVE FULL SIZED PARAGRAPHS

ABOUT Y O U!

N A M E: Heather
A G E: 17
C O N T A C T: PM
H O W YOU FOUND US?: South Ridge Academy Advertising Board
R P EXPERIENCE: 4/5 years.
D I D YOU READ THE RULES?: I did! I'm sorry that I eff'd up the usernames. I've been under lots of stress and exhaustion and I'm used to proboards =[
R O L E PLAY SAMPLE:

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"Again...from the top! No mistakes this time!" A shrill voice yelled from the audience. Francesca stood tall as the harsh man rapped on the floor with his wooden cane. The sound resonated throughout the theater. Everything had to be perfect with the opening of the show drawing nearer and nearer. They had only three more weeks to perfect the piece. "As I say, NO MISTAKES OR I WILL FIRE YOU WITHOUT MERCY! Proceed!" Francesca felt the gaze from the other dancers at her burn in the back of her neck. She knew that being a chosen as a solo dancer was an honor, but the other girls just shunned her because of it. No matter. They wouldn't bring her down. She took her position center stage, her silvery blue costume shining in the lamp light. The piano man began to play from the pit and Francesca began her dance. The other girls surrounded her slowly, then each simply and gracefully did a grand jete away from her, off the stage and into the wings. Francesca found herself alone on the stage and began the combination of slow sways and spins that seemed to transfix the viewer immediately. There was no sound from the audience as she finished the slow section. The piano player began the next section, the deep chords and forceful pounds on the piano that reminded one of a thunderstorm. This was when the solo was to become a duet, a push and pull between the storm and the rain...but no one came on stage. Her partner was to be dressed in a grey costume identical to hers, beaded with silver and gold beads. Since today was the first day of dress rehearsal, Francesca eagerly awaited to see this costume. However, as the music played on, her partner was nowhere to be found. Francesca found herself standing awkwardly on stage, awaiting the other girl. "STOP! STOP NOW!" An enraged voice shouted from the darkness. "WHERE IS THE STORM? WHERE IS THAT GIRL?" She could tell the question was directed at her. "Non so, mi spiace." Francesca hung her head, not wanting to cause any more uproar than necessary. "Perhaps she has fallen ill." "GESÙ CRISTO! Dismissed! All of you!" She heard the director storm out of the theater as the rest of the girls hurried to get changed. Francesca decided against going downstairs amongst all those catty girls and began to rehearse the parts of the number that she did alone. Perhaps she could improve upon them. Her movements were fluid, in time. She heard footsteps approaching and assumed it was her director, coming back to berate her for something else. She ignored it and continued rehearsing, allowing herself to get pulled away from the world into one of her own.