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Aaria Devoroh

"Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep."

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a character in “Beyond The Sea”, as played by emotionless

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Aaria Devoroh

{"You can be the ripest, juiciest peach in the world and there's still going to be someone out there who hates peaches.”}
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|Aaria Devoroh|

|{Nickname}|
“My friends call me Ria”

|{Age}|
“I’m 22 years old, old enough to know better, too young to care”
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|{Nationality}|
Orphic

|{Sexuality}|
“I feel like that is a complicated question”
|{Occupation}|
“I’m the owner of the Art Museum”

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|{Group}|
“I try not to label myself but I lean more towards Orphic…”




|{Appearance}|
Aaria stands about 5’2 and has an athletic build, though she does have some slight curves. She has medium length wavy blond hair that is usually put up in a stylish pony. She has large hazel eyes that are framed with thick lashes. She has an oval face that is always graced with a kind smile.
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|{Power}|
“I have the power to bring pictures to life…it’s called spiritus oris”

The user is able to create living beings or matter using several different ways, these beings can either be completely unique/original, modified/evolved versions of already existing ones or simply normal beings without any major modifications. Note that unless the user has separate powers that allow them to dominate their creations, these beings aren't particularly loyal. User can modify them so they have tendency to stay devoted to their creator, but this depends on how they are treated.

|{Likes}|
|Sing (though she feels its a cliche talent)| Art | Running | Outdoors | Chess | Her Job |


|{Dislikes}|
|Her parents| The Miracle Pill | People touching her Paintings | Liars | Mexican Food|


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|{Hobbies || Talents}|

-Obviously she loves art, so she paints and sketches
-She also has her hand in photography
-She spends time at the casino, not because she loves the light
-she loves to read fantasy novels, where the heroin saves herself and gets the guy
-she writes short stories and poetry but never shows anyone

|{Fears || Weaknesses}|
|Her lack of control of the things she brings to life| She is afraid of becoming like her parents who were slightly prejudice against the Germans| The obvious inability to maintain her power.

|{Secrets}|

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|{Personality}|

Aaria is fiercely independent at some points it becomes ridiculous. She believes she is able to accomplish anything she puts her mind to and does not believe in quitting. Aaria is extremely ambitious, persistent and determined which is shown through her somewhat controlling attitude. She will work for what she wants and she is not afraid to get her hands dirty but has been, on more than one occasion, been called a workaholic. Aaria is also very flexible she is able to re-survey any situation and take a different approach if necessary. Aaria is excellent at restoring order to any chaotic situation and just as capable of manipulating people for her own benefit which is what makes her such a great art curator.

Aaria often finds herself misunderstood because of her intensity and contradictory behavior. She is constantly trying to understand her emotions through finding a deeper purpose in life. Aaria is all about control, control of herself and all situations she is in. She is very intuitive, but not as in a psychic sense, more as intuitive into the human mind, she has a great understanding of the mystery and the power of the consciousness.

Aaria has a fear of failure which she keeps hidden extremely well. She is very wary about trusting anyone, a person needs to gain her trust and this happens over time. When she does finally trust someone, her loyalty runs deeply and intensely. Underneath her cool exterior she has energies and emotions that are constantly flowing. She deals with this by channeling them into useful activities, hobbies, and whatnot.

All in all Aaria is very deep, intense person, there is always more than meets the eye. She presents a cool, detached and unemotional air to the world yet lying underneath is tremendous power, extreme strength, intense passion and a strong will and a persistent drive.


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|{History}|
Aaria was born and raised in a high born family in Atlantis. Her life was relatively normal. Her parents where always gone, at one function or another. She went through school as the quiet kid in class who always had the camera to her eye and had very few friends. She volunteer on the weekends because that was what was expected of her, though she did enjoy most of it. She was all around the perfect obedient child until one day she fell in love with a German boy. She and pictured her life with him as every teen girl does with her first love. Her parents did everything they could to keep her from him but she was a determined girl. They planned to elope together, but the night they planned to run away together she found her love with her father and in his hand a check for a large sum of money. Her father payed him to never see her again. As devastating as that was Aaria didn't give up. She still left home that night to pursue her talent in art. Her parents disowned her saying she would never see a dime unless she gave up art. Aaria chose to stick with her dream at age 18 she sold her first painting for a large sum of money and now at age 22 she owns her own art museum.

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|{Theme Song}

Bullet in My Hand

I've got a fast life and
A SLOW cuttin' knife
I've been drinkin' at a poisoned well
No home and a bag of bones
And nothin' else left to sell
I know why I'm in this hell
I just don't wanna believe
Past that line you just can't tell
But right now

There's someone lookin' out for me
I came out of the darkness
With a bullet in my hand
I got one more shot at livin'
I'm lucky that I can
Cause I got a little muffed up
Yeah I really got muffed up
I came out of the darkness
With a bullet in my hand

I got a cold stare, the wound's still there
But there ain't much left to bleed
A short fuse that I still use
I'm my own worst enemy
Stare at the faces I once knew lined up just to bury me
There's a long black car that's waitin' to leave
But right now

There's someone looking out for me
I came out of the darkness
With a bullet in my hand
I got one more shot at livin'
I'm lucky that I can
Cause I got a little muffed up
Yeah I really got muffed up
I came out of the darkness
With a bullet in my hand

Cause I got a little muffed up
With a bullet in my hand
Yeah I really got muffed up
With a bullet in my hand

Can you see the lie?
Can you see the lie?
Can you see the lie?
I can see the lie
I can see the lie

There's someone looking out for me
I came out of the darkness
With a bullet in my hand
I got one more shot at livin'
I'm lucky that I can
Cause I got a little roughed up
Yeah I really got fucked up
I came out of the darkness
With a bullet in my hand

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|{Face Claim}|

Candice Accola

||Character Dialogue ||
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So begins...

Aaria Devoroh's Story

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~ January 15th, 8 pm. ~




ImageImage Tonight is a very special night. Perhaps the most special night if you don't count Christmas or New Years. January 15th is Conjoinment Day in Atlantis. That's the day when the surface dwellers first came down into the underwater city, connecting themselves with the seafarers, creating one indivisible population that still resides inside Atlantis's great protection today. Traditionally, the holiday is spent in great celebration. The Cabaret, Pub, and Casino are usually packed, and even on the streets, crowds of socialites are chatting and cheering. Everyone is dressed to the nines, whether they be dancing in the club or just chilling out at home. It's supposed to be a very peaceful, unified day full of fun and excitement. But during these times of segregation, revolution, and change, tradition may not last for too long...




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[size=]“Wait! Miss Devoroh…Am I too late?” A voice hollered hoarsely from her left. Aaria was just about to lock the doors to the gallery when she heard him.

“Ah Mr. Whitmore, don’t you look dashing? I was worried you something happened to you” she said as she turned to face the aging man. Mr. Thomas Whitmore was one of her regulars, a man who came in every day at 7:15 on the dot to see a painting he had done years ago of his now deceased wife. Aaria smiled at him and shook her head, she could never say no to him. Every night she would bring it to life for him, so they could talk and reminisce.

“It’s never too late for you Mr. Whitmore…” she said as she opened the door and ushered him in. He walked slowly to the picture a look of wonder and sadness on his face. She focused her power on the painting and within seconds it was alive and talking.

"You are a godsend Miss Devoroh" he said with a happy sigh.

Aaria stepped away from them and smiled. He looked so happy…and yet sad. She sighed and looked away feeling a little sad and lonely herself.

“Just lock up when you’re done Mr. Whitmore.” She said with a small smile as she started towards the door.

Aaria walked down the street slowly. The streets where crowded and everyone seemed happy…Everything was so beautiful…She found herself in front of the Pub. It took a moment for her eyes to a-just,…though as soon as they did she found herself a seat at the bar and waited to get some ones attention.[/size]

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"Well don't just stick around to drink all me booze, ya fiend." Pat joked, readjusting his tie and then going back to reorganizing the bottles on the shelf according to the new shipment. "If you insist on hanging around, help me finish up this shipment." Although Pat could be coarse, he had nothing but good intentions - albeit he expressed it in strange ways. Owen was one of the best employees Pat ever had, it would be a real loss when and if he left the bar. He always gave the guy a hard time, but he never meant any harm.

Iris interjected, "You know Pat, I was talking to Owen before you rudely interrupted."

Pat turned to look at Iris, scotch bottle inches from her hands on the bar. With an accusing expression, he plucked the scotch from her, placing it in its place on the shelf. "You know Iris, I was almost done for the night until you walked in." He assumed Owen would start stocking the beers in the fridge, so Pat took it upon himself to start polishing the glasses for tomorrow, putting them all away carefully. Iris had walked to the jukebox and started to play old school American rock when he heard the door open. There was a petite blonde, she sat at the bar in silence. She didn't seem in a rush to get a drink, not even so much as an attempt to get his attention on her part. Pat put aside the glass he was polishing, striding over to the new comer. "Aye, 'ows it goin?" He asked, getting her a cup of water before she even asked. "Can I get you anything?"

As if on cue, the door opened once again, as if a magic portal to the land of gorgeous women. Alexis came through, pausing before she linked eyes with him, looking sinful as usual. "Happy Conjoinment day!" she cheered, walking behind the bar to peck him on the cheek. She held out a gift to him, once again there was that glint in her eyes that made him sense adventure was on the way. "Uh...Owen?" He said to his coworker, gesturing to the mysterious woman at the bar he had been helping, pulling Alexis away a few steps before she could continue her ramble.

He took the box with a smile on his face, she was cute as a bunny when she got nervous. If it wasn't for the fact of him already realizing earlier that today he had been dating the girl for four months, he probably would be a mess in this conversation. Instead he pulled Alexis in for a hug, kissing the top of her head. "This is really sweet, but I didn't know we were doing gifts. It's just another day in paradise." He managed, evading the issue.


"Now, that's not to say I won't accept any presents, because damn am I excited to open this baby." He joked, setting down the box on the counter. He could see Iris watching out of the corner of his eye. He opened the box carefully, almost flinching when he saw its contents. There it was, Midleton Whiskey, he couldn't even remember ever mentioning the brand to Alexis. "Wow," he said, picking up the bottle and turning it in his hands, "I think this is the best gift I've ever gotten." He seemed to be in mild shock, inspecting the bottle. It took him several moments too long to realized he had fallen silent past the appropriate amount of time. He wished he wasn't surrounded by people right now. Even though it was just a simple gift, it was the first time in all his life Patrick felt like someone understood him well enough to get him the perfect gift. Alexis had gotten way too close for comfort, and Patrick could feel his panic kick in.

"God, I wish I had thought to get you something, but I didn't know we we're doing the whole anniversary thing." He almost kicked himself for saying it, he had been with enough women to know that wasn't the right thing to say.

As if sensing the rising awkwardness, Iris chimed in - "You know, I'm buzzed enough, I'm just going to go." And she slipped out onto the street, although Pat could see out the window she had just taken a seat outside and started on another cigarette, which reminded Pat to do the same.


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"Better keep your eyes on me, because I'm a shooting star."
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Alexis grinned at him, watching him. "Seriously, it's no big deal. My mom just taught me to never go to a party without a gift." She told him, down playing the gift before he started to open it. She hoped he'd love it. She had done a lot of research before getting him that bottle of whiskey. He had mentioned it once but she didn't understand what was so special about it until she did her reading. Not only did it come from Ireland, it was a very rare and expensive whiskey. She wonder if he had ever had it before.

"Of course not. Even still, I wouldn't let you give it back." She smirked.

A smile played on her red lips as she watched him open the box. He looked like he was in heaven. "Wow, I think this is the best present I've ever gotten." Her smile widened. "You really mean that?" She couldn't help but ask. She pushed a curl behind her ear nervously. She hadn't realized she had been so nervous about him actually liking the gift. It was the first thing she had got him that she actually cared what he thought of.

"God, I wish I had thought to get you something, but I didn't know we we're doing the whole anniversary thing."

Alexis shook her head quickly."No, it's okay. I don't need anything." She told him honestly. She kissed his cheek. "Except maybe a shot of that." She teased him. "I'm glad you liked it."

She smiled at Iris. "I wish I was buzzed. We'll see you at the festival?" She asked her but guessed Iris didn't hear her. Or maybe she didn't like her. She looked at Pat and smiled.

"So the festival... wanna grab something to eat around here or try to get something there?" Alexis asked, moving to sit down at the counter. She smiled at Owen and the other girl.

"Hey... I know you." Alexis said, having to think about it. "You own the Gallery right? I love going in there." She said smiling at her. She extended her hand to her. "I'm Alexis. You probably know my parents the Horns." They were always donating money to the arts.


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“Aye.” Owen nodded grabbing some of the bottles and placing them in their designated spots. Now this was something he liked doing, it was busy work and the one thing he liked to stay was busy. A ludicrous idea to many but it was always the way with him with almost everything he does.

Drifting into a rhythm Owen started spacing out as he repeated going through the same process of picking and placing almost didn't hear Pat about the new customer that had just walked in. With a confirmation mumbled he placed a bottle he had just taken from the crate onto the shelf. Turning he rolled up his sleeves and leaned on the bar waiting for the two women passed pleasantries. “Introductions yeah? I'm Owen," He smirked. "What can I get getcha? Or yous if ya stayin'.” He looked over to Pat and Alexis.

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Unable to look away from his whiskey, Patrick barely registered when Alexis asked him a question, something about the festival. "Oh, um...whatever you'd like." He said with obvious distance, leaning against the bar and smoking his cigarette with diligence.

Forgetting how to act like a cordial gentleman, Patrick allowed Alexis to go on being a saint while he still hadn't said thank you. Somehow managing to keep the situation light, Alexis had already introduced herself to the woman at the bar. She was unreal, he wasn't sure if she was just pretending to not care he hadn't gotten her a gift or if she was genuinely that laid back of a woman - which again would be unreal.

He thought back to that night they first met, her coming in as he was closing the bar with the other girls from her job, she shone like star. She danced, and it seemed like it was all for him. Things had been so easy, and she hadn't indicated wanted to make matters different - so what was scaring him so much?

Sighing, he looked up to see Iris peaking back in. He chuckled under his breath, waving her in. Grabbing a handful of shot glasses, he lined them up along the bar, coming up behind Alexis to pin her against the bar pulling her close and giving her a big kiss on her cheek. "Thank you love, no man could ask for a better present." Raising his bottle to Iris as she re-entered the bar and the others, "Shots on the house!" He cheered.

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It would be difficult to ignore that Patrick was quite the catch of the town, but Iris had seen enough women alternate in and out of his life it was hard for her to ever take any of them seriously. From any outsider perspective, it would be easy to spy Iris' jealousy. Alexis seemed like one of those fun girls from the surface who were able to live a life teetering on the edge of recklessness, not that Iris had taken the time to figure out otherwise.

Orphics were never taken seriously, painted as frail dolls with only their natural magical abilities having kept their society apart. She sighed, lighting yet another cigarette. Besides the fact that Iris had never gotten along with most people, especially pretty girls, she had just felt pushed on the fringe of all the lives around her. Holidays such as conjoinment day reminded her of such feelings, the impending doom of running into her family at the ball looming over her.

She looked back into the bar, locking eyes at Pat who gave an amused grin and beckoned her back in. Contemplating on facing her family or going in for another drink, the answer seemed obvious. She opened the door, glancing down the street to see none other than the Sheriff and the Deputy along with another woman Iris couldn't place a name to, although her face seemed familiar. Assuming they were headed into the pub, she waved, knowing she had made the right decision to stay as Pat called out shots.

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Alexis smiled back at the girl as she recognized her parents. "It's a pleasure to meet you as well. Uh, actually my boyfriend owns the pub so let me buy you one." She said laughing softly. She smiled as Owen came over. She had become pretty good friends with Owen since she was typically here before closing. It made sense that they talked a lot.

"Hey, Owen. I would like-" She broke off when Patrick came up behind her. She giggled as he pinned her to the bar and kissed her cheek. She turned to look at him, grinning. "You're welcome. I'm glad you like it." She said to him.

After all this time, how did he still give her butterflies? If things were ever to get serious between them, it wouldn't be because she pressured him. She truly cared for him and wouldn't force him into anything he didn't want. She also knew he wasn't used to a serious type relationship. She was happy just to plan it by ear. "Yeah! Shots on the house! Isn't my boyfriend the greatest?"

Alexis giggled, leaning over and giving him an affection peck on the cheek. She sat back down at the bar. She smiled at Aaria. "That's Patrick. Do you know anyone else here? I can introduce you around." She offered. She smiled at Iris, hoping to lighten things up between them. She wouldn't mind having a few friends that were girls. Besides her family and Owen, she didn't really have many friends. "Hey, Iris! Why don't you come sit over here with us?"