Group: * Terrestrial
Member No.: 4
Joined: 2-July 09
Name: Avetea Avetea Kaiz
Age: Twenty-One (December 31st, 3550)
History: A terrifying blend of lights and sounds constitutes Avetea’s first memory. At the tender age of four, she was tossed from her car in a terrible accident. Years later, she would vaguely remember flames dancing across her blurred vision, though she would have no recollection of the physical pain she must have suffered. Through some miracle, the injuries she sustained were fixable, and she endured no lasting damage… except she would never remember anything that happened before that fateful night. Her parents were killed in the wreck, or so she was told. She would never remember them – not their names, not their faces. She didn’t even remember her own name, but she was identified thereafter as Avetea Kaiz.
With no known relatives to care for her, Avetea was taken to a crowded orphanage in the city. She was never lucky enough to be adopted, though she watched plenty of other young children come and go. By the time she was seven or eight years old, she had accepted that no one would come for her. She made a few friends, and these relationships grew more constant as these companions, too, grew too old for adoption.
Avetea may have grown into a very mature child, but in doing so, she definitely lost her childhood. At the age of seven, she was already helping the short-handed staff care for the younger children, which included tucking them into bed at night and going to them when they had nightmares. She learned not only to defend herself against a few of the angrier children, but also to defend those who couldn’t defend themselves. The loneliness and misfortune of her childhood brought out an altruistic streak in her; she wanted to help others, wanted to shield them from the things she had seen. She had a particularly soft spot for children, though she was still a child herself.
Just before her tenth grade year, Avetea received a scholarship to attend a fairly well-known high school. It wasn’t the top school in the city, but it was definitely up there. She earned pretty decent marks, especially in math and science, but she didn’t really work hard enough to be at the top of her class. Avetea had learned early on that some things were more important than grades. She loved to learn and she really valued her education, but there were things and people who needed her attention more than abstract math concepts did.
Upon graduation, Avetea was thrown through a bit of a loop. Tending to the children at the orphanage had given her a place. But now that she was too old to live there, and not qualified enough to continue working there, Avetea found herself out in the city, all alone. Oh, sure, she had dreams. Being in that orphanage had opened her eyes to caring for children, and she would have loved to have worked at a daycare center, as a nurse, or maybe even as a pediatrician. But she didn’t have the money to continue her education.
Avetea spent a week sleeping on park benches and inside tube slides as she searched for work. She was hired as a waitress, but it was another two weeks before she could afford her first apartment payment. She soon found herself living in a dark, cramped apartment in the worst part of the city; each night she drifted off to the sound of shouting and loud music, not to mention the occasional explosion of gunfire. Avetea had never felt more alone than she had at that moment. She didn’t know anyone. She was put off by the danger of her neighborhood. And to top it all off, she could barely afford food.
Years of being alone taught her resilience, though, and she found the courage to get through it. She was soon making enough money to scrape by, though she continued to live in her less-than-desirable neighborhood. She didn’t make friends in her building; the other residents were perhaps put off by her well-spoken, elegant nature. For the most part, no one bothered her, apart from a bit of catcalling here and there in the beginning. And she soon fell into a routine which allowed her to volunteer at the local soup kitchen. Here again, Avetea found a place.
Things have continued this way ever since. She continues to work hard, although without any specific goal in mind. She would have loved to have gone back to school, into the education or medical fields. But she has lost sight of these goals, and resigned herself to working a job she doesn't particularly love, while dedicating herself to other activities that she enjoys. There is a certain emptiness in not having any direction in her life, but she's dealing, day by day.
Personality: Avetea is, internally, much older than her twenty years. She is extremely level-headed and responsible; she knows exactly what she is supposed to be doing at a given moment, and she does it. It’s been awhile since she’s engaged in frivolities, and one might question whether or not she still knows how. She has never been one to neglect her responsibilities, and she hates to let down those who depend on her.
Although she has a fierce loyalty engrained in her personality, she has had few people to whom she could prove her loyalty. She has fallen out of contact with the few friends she actually had at the orphanage, and she has been unable to really make friends since then. Necessity compels her to live in a district of the city which is infamous for its drug dealings and gang-bangers; not exactly her type of people. It’s kind of a miracle that she’s survived that long.
Avetea has a great deal of sophistication about her. Although she could technically be classified as only basically educated, when you consider how many Terrestrials actually go on to post-secondary education, she is incredibly well-spoken and very witty. She can talk to you about books to a limited extent, as she doesn’t get much of a chance to read, and she could certainly debate ideas. She hasn’t had much of an opportunity to showcase her witty, fun side, though. Mostly, she’s had to be a hardass in order to protect herself, so she comes off as very uptight and tough. She’s been hardened since childhood, and not much has changed since then. There’s an icyness to her stare, particularly when she feels intimidated. This tactic, the standoffishness and intimidation, has worked well for her over the years. Maybe that’s how she’s survived living in one of the roughest areas in the city.
Deep down, Avetea is very tender. She loves children and she really just wants to be wanted and needed. She’ll never admit that she craves love and companionship, but that is very much the case. She’s as sweet as can be to the clients at the local soup kitchen, but she has a way of seeming like a bitch at home. If she didn’t, she probably would have been mugged and raped already.
She wants to be close to people, but she is so slow to trust. She’s afraid of allowing herself to be vulnerable, which is a huge stumbling block when it comes to befriending anyone else. If she won’t let her guard down long enough to let anyone else in, how can she expect anyone else to do that for her?
Avetea is graceful, poised, sensitive, and sophisticated. But she also has a tough outer shell, one that won't be broken easily.
Physical Description: Standing at just five-four, Avetea is definitely on the small side. Curves are almost non-existent where her bust and hips are concerned, but she’s got enough of an ass to make up for it. Her skin is a fair, milky white, and her hair falls in wild raven curls just a few inches past her shoulders. On some days, they may seem almost exotic, but on a lot of days, they are just wild and untamable, much to her distaste. Of all her of features, Avetea is the most fond of her eyes, which are bright blue in color. She has a scar above her right eye, though it’s only noticeable to those who get close enough to her, which certainly hasn’t happened in a long time.
Play-By: Mila Kunis
Role Playing Sample: Avetea slipped into her apartment and quickly closed the door behind her, securing the deadbolt and then double-checking it after that. It was always best to get into the apartment as quickly as possible, especially when coming home after a late night shift. The last thing she needed was to be harassed by a bunch of thirty-somethings high on heroine and God only knew what else.
A sigh escaped the young woman’s lips as she made her way over to her couch and allowed herself to slide onto is. She was still wearing the black pants and green polo that made up her uniform. And she smelled like fried foods, to boot. Her arm felt like lead as she lifted it up to her head, grasping the ponytail that was securing her wild curls and pulling it out, letting her raven hair fall free, wherever it may. It may have looked a mess at that point, but at least that stupid elastic wasn’t pinching the back of her head.
Avetea had gotten home especially late that night; damned intuition made her feel like a senshi was near on her way out of the restaurant, and she had spent almost an hour trying to track her. But it was a Friday night, and there were so many people out that it was impossible to tell who she was sensing. In the end, the feeling had faded, and Avetea was forced to give up and take the fifteen minute walk back to her apartment.
Music was blaring in the apartment next door, but as usual, she didn’t dare to say anything. Sure, she could affect the ‘badass’ persona when she wanted to, but she was also smart enough to know not to push it. The bottom line was that pretending to be a bitch and actually being one were two completely different things, and she didn’t have the strength to fight off some high party animals after fighting them to turn their music down.
At any rate, she thought, she had become accustomed to it. And she had other things to worry about. Like finding the senshi, for instance. Oh, it was always on her mind, and it would be, too, until she finally caught one of them. Her nights were growing restless as the burden weighed on her mind. In her heart, she could feel a certain evil approaching, though she knew neither how nor why. Intuition. Oh, she had so little to work off of, and it was positively infuriating.
Rolling over so that she was facing away from the back of the couch, she fixed her eyes on the dull wall across from her. Her eyes blinked slowly as she felt sleep begin to ease her mind out of tension. God, she was so tired; she needed sleep. Assuming she wouldn’t be called in tomorrow, on her day off, she had a full day to herself tomorrow.
As if there would be any question as to what she’d do with it. And with that thought in her mind, she finally drifted into another sleep filled with dreams of the moon, all that had been, and all that could be again.