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Avery Maes

"Go away. I don't have time for this nonsense."

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a character in “Imaginary: Into the Otherworld”, as played by usernamesareadrag



Avery Robin Maes

Nicknames: (Anything else they might go by.)
Maes, Ava(if you'd really like to irritate him), Robin(an affectionate name he used in his childhood that only his family calls him by now)

It's fair to say that Avery Maes has changed a lot since the days he went by Robin instead and lived in a world full of fantasy. He was a petite little boy, scrawny for his age with effeminate features with curly dark brown hair and big brown eyes. However, just as he outgrew his fantasy world, he grew out of his adorable adolescence into adulthood. He's tall now at around 6'1, his body lean from daily runs built into his busy study schedule to offer a well deserved break. His hair, while still dark and curly, is shorter these days and, in a desperate attempt to stay as far away from his feminine childhood as possible, there's a persistent stubble on his face, threatening to turn into a fashionable beard but never quite getting to that point before he decides to shave it off. He dresses in sweaters and button-ups, comfortable yet semi-formal, most days of the year with the exception being the suits and ties he keeps stored away for debate competitions and more comfortable basketball shorts, sweaters, and t-shirts for both sleep and running.

Once upon a time Avery was a shy and demure little boy, quiet and utterly sweet with a sparkling imagination to boot. He was also admittedly a crybaby, bursting into tears at the drop of a hat and too scared to stand up for himself. Not only that, but he indulged in traditionally girly hobbies like baking, sewing, and the like, which made him a more than perfect subject for bullying. That's why he had his friends, however, who were more than happy to protect and cheer up the baby of the group, like he was some sort of damsel in distress.

That Avery is gone, replaced by the studious and guarded young man he is today. He had to grow up fast in the time that the group separated, and without any protection from bullies he could either fold under the pressure or fight back. He fought back. Today he puts on a good show of a tough exterior, willing to chastise anyone that offends and defensive to a fault. He's a hard worker and, when he's not at student council meetings or working on the debate team, he's studying because he's long since realized he'll never have brawn, so brains and a sharp tongue are his only option.

He's bitter, admittedly, with society, school, and his old friends for leaving him all that time ago, either spreading out to other groups of still being stuck in their fantasy world. In that way, he can be harsh and even cruel if pressed too much because, long ago in the days when imagination had begun to fade, he realized that no one else was going to look out for him besides him. Still, he clings onto a bit of that imaginary world he so indulged in as a child in the form of a picture colorful man with a Cheshire Cat grin in a frame above his bed that his grandfather so lovingly named le Fou Cheshire or, as Avery learned to call him, the Mad Cat. Sometimes, in his weaker moments, he still talks to the picture and tells it of his dreams, troubles, and a variety of other things if only so that he doesn't have to worry his family.

Running- It's an excellent stress reliever
Pastries- We all have our little indulgences, but Avery has a positive weakness for baked desserts
Travel- Avery's family takes a yearly journey to visit his paternal grandparents in Belgium, and, during that time, they often tour other parts of Europe as well.
Mysteries- Well, of the novel, film, and television show kind. As a child, he often played the part of a detective in games of imagination, and the adoration for mysteries still persists to this day.
Dogs- Oddly for someone whose best imaginary friends was called a cat, Avery actually prefers dogs

Mushrooms- If pastries are the one true taste bud love of his life, mushrooms would be his worst enemy
Being Called Feminine- After a childhood of being picked on and an adolescence of less than pleasant names, Avery is on the defense and will (verbally) eviscerate you if you start to insinuate that he's any more girly than any other boy.
Heights- He's not scared of heights; it's the falling he's scared of
His Past Friends- Maybe it's not fair on his part, but he's not particularly fond of any of his old friends at this point in his life


Speed and Endurance- Avery, for all of his nerdy behavior in studying, heading Student Council and the Debate Team, has spent so much time running (from bullies, for recreation, etc.) that he has quite the talent for it and can run for long distances at a time
Sewing and Baking- Just because he doesn't advertise it doesn't mean that he can't or won't do the things that made him teased so mercilessly as a child
Debate- As expected from head of the Debate Team, he's got a talent for arguing and logic
Multilingual- With Belgian grandparents, Avery is also fluent in French and has a decent grasp of German
Persistence- Avery isn't one to back down from, well, anything and will fight to win and to survive

Stubbornness and Defensiveness- Avery, admittedly, needs a major attitude adjustment. He holds grudges that are equal to how much you've offended him and is perpetually on guard emotionally
Fear of Heights
Lack of Physical Strength
- He's flexible and fast, not a fighter

Brief History:
The day that Avery, then Robin, met the rest of the group of the Six(as their parents were prone to calling them at the time) wasn't his proudest moment. He'd been unceremoniously tossed into a giant mud puddle by some older kids in the neighborhood and was sobbing away when some of the others had shown up. He'd expected them to laugh at him as most of the other children did, but instead they helped him up, offered him a tissue, and helped him get home. After a change of clothes and the wiping of red-rimmed eyes, Avery was more than ready to hang around his heroes and play with what he assumed were the coolest kids in the neighborhood. It was fun entering their imaginary world and becoming lost in magic and adventure, but as everyone else slowly found their own imaginary friends, he began to feel left out again. That is until he went to visit his grandparents in Belgium.

It wasn't out of the ordinary for his grandpere and grandmere to have a gift waiting for him on arrival, but this gift was unusual; a painting of a cat-like man colored in pinks and purples with a Cheshire Cat grin. His grandfather called him "Le Fou Cheshire", the insane Cheshire, but Avery thought that Mad Cat fit just as well. His parents had been worried at first that the picture would cause him nightmares, but, instead, Avery was enamored with it and from that day on it was incredibly bizarre to have a day in their house where the Mad Cat was not mentioned, either in a story from the made up world Avery and his friends dwelled in or just in casual conversation about how his day had gone.

This ideal childhood fantasy of grand adventures and good friends came crashing down when Helena had her accident. Avery waited stubbornly for her return, heart breaking slowly but surely with each friend that left to find their own groups until it was only him left. Still, he waited because where else was he supposed to go? His friends had been his world and he had no one to turn to once they vanished. He'd depended on his friends and they'd left him and Helena too. The final straw was Helena's return that he'd waited so patiently for. He'd been so happy that she had come back, but that glee quickly turned to anger, sadness, and then a dull acceptance as she fell deeper into their fantasy and tried to drag him down in her spiral of what he assumed was insanity, refusing to discuss anything apart from the Otherworld. He was the last to leave, friendless and alone.

School was awful for a time, but, instead of crying as he always did, Avery learned to fight back. He tucked his feminine hobbies away, out of the public view, and began standing up for himself until he'd built a shell of protection around himself. In the absence of his friends to have fun with, he turned to academics and, through endless hard work, found his niche there among the academically inclined students (read: nerd). It's not a particularly happy life, but he's content enough. He has new friends that he doesn't need to depend on, his family, his dog, and, on occasion, the Mad Cat to keep him sane.

So begins...

Avery Maes's Story


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There are some people who come to school early because that's just when they get dropped off. There are others who arrive early in an attempt to avoid their home lives, which is, indeed, very sad. There are even others who come to school before the first bell in an attempt to catch up with friends. There are only a few, however, that come to school early in order to double check homework answers and/or for meetings of the intellectual club kind. The small group sitting at one the tables helpfully located just outside the school doors were doing just that. Just a glance at them, even ignoring the fact that they had homework and calculators out, laptops and planners spread haphazardly around the surface, and most people could tell that they were of the braniac variety, or, less kindly put, were complete nerds.

Only one person really stood out, binder shut and laptop stowed away as he leaned on the table, drowsy brown eyes glancing idly around the school grounds. His brown hair was a tousled mess like he'd simply ignored it when he'd rolled out of bed that morning, and stubble was, not unattractively, starting to show. He wore a navy sweater with black slacks and nice black shoes that didn't tend to fit the description of what high school boys wore. He didn't need to check his homework- why would he? He knew it was right. Call him cocky, call him smug, or, as he would prefer, call him Avery.

Whoever had uttered one of the single most idiotic phrases "High school is the best years of your life" had obviously never gone to high school. At least that was the opinion of Avery Maes, resident high schooler and overall grump, who'd long since realized that as long as he was in the public school system, life was never going to be particularly nice. It came with being labelled as a nerd, and a defiant nerd at that, not the sort of person you could goad into doing your homework for you. It didn't quite help that the memory of his less than manly past still loomed large over his life, raising its ugly head whenever someone was particularly displeased with him. So, yes, he did fall into the category of unpopular and, honestly, he was just fine with that because he didn't much care about the people surrounding him in the daily drudge and longed for the day he could leave them and their associated memories behind. Some memories more than other.

Speak of the devil… He grimaced and stopped his perusing stare the moment a certain dreamy-eyed girl made an appearance, wandering towards the school with a disturbingly blank expression on her face. Oh, yes. He'd really like to forget her. It wasn't just her, of course, because all of the people he played with in his childhood fell in his "do not like" list in big, block letters and underlined several times for emphasis. Helena the school's resident weirdo, just so happened to be the only visible source of his dislike right now.

"Isn't that that one girl?" One of the boys at the table asked. Apparently Avery hadn't been the only one to notice.

"Oh, right, that crazy one. The one who drags that creepy doll thing around. I saw her holding it in class once," Another noted.

"Didn't you hang out with her or something, Avery….?"

"Yes." His words were sharp and with clear malice. "But that was a long time ago, so drop it." And they did because once Avery Maes said to drop it, you dropped it unless you wanted to find yourself verbally ripped apart. He wasn't like that with a lot of things, but anything that involved Helena Neverwinter, Taja Okoro, Jonathan Morgan, or Alex White was taboo for the testy student council president.


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Helena paused in mid-step. Like a sort of warping static in her brain. It erupted up out of nowhere before forming into words. A voice she recognized.

-"Look uh, I can;t talk now." she stated.
-"I'll be there after school, we can talk it out properly then, okay?"

She didn't... trust Wyn. Whilst the entity was, perhaps, less hostile that some of the other imaginaries, none of them other than her own could really be trusted. What they wanted more than anything was to get their creators back, and anything else sort of came in second. She was wary that this may be another of their nasty little plans.

She looked round, catching sight of someone, one of her five targets, and smiled.
That was easy enough.
"Avery!" she called, lifting a hand hand waving, causing the loose fitting sleeve of the sweater to slip down.
She jogged over, the motion shaking the toy around, making its ears bounce, as she approached the young man and his friends. She stood before them, and spoke with complete sincerity on the matter.

"Avery...hey...I need to talk to you. Like, right now. They say that you need to come back to otherworld. I should be mad you know..for all the stuff you've said about me over the years, but I'm not anymore...not if you come back."


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#, as written by rextrex
Winnie sighed. She saw Avery out of the corner of her eye. "Oi! Not that one!" She slapped her palm to her forehead. "That boy won't listen. He just tries to act all grown up, and forget about us! They all forget that they left us behind, and live their petty little lives. Ugh." She looked at him. "Tried to be mature before the rest of them. Never works." Wyn sat down. "I just want them to remember us. Why is it so hard?"

She jumps up. "I wish they would trust me! I really don't want to hurt anyone." Winnie places her hand on the crystal. "Avery, Helena. I'm being absolutely serious. You need to come back here, and straighten things out. I'm probably, and you know, pretty much the least evil imaginary. And Avery, if you were going to, shut up about auditory hallucinations. You cynic. Now, please get everyone and bring them back, so we can help the more... twisted imaginaries. I probably might help if you get Taja to come."


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Waking with a quiet breath, the tired teen took a moment before opening his eyes to the blinding light streaming through his open windows. The curtains fluttered like wings as a soft breeze blew in, its crisp scent of morning enticing him into the waking world. He groaned and pushed himself up onto his elbows, eyes still squinting into the searing sunlight. Swallowing to wet his dry throat he looked to his alarm clock, then looked away. It was long after he usually got up, but for a moment he started to convince himself that he would still have time to get a shower and head into school if he got a quick nap. Before he could even think of moving, a shrill voice called from outside his bedroom.
"JoJo! Time for school!" He recognised the voice as his mother, the hell-bitch herself, but didn't begin to show any signs of getting out of bed until an equally irritating voice, though for very different reasons, echoed her mockingly.
"Yeah, JoJo! Time for school!"

Jonathan closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He inhaled again, imagining all of the annoying things his slightly older brother had done - and would do later in the day - flowing to his centre, then exhaled, sending thoughts with it. Forcing a less grumpy look onto his face, he pushed himself up into a sitting position and swung his legs over the edge, wincing slightly as bare skin touched icy floor below. He pushed himself up slightly, making sure that he had the balance and stability require to remain upright, then continued to full standing. Swaying for a second, he started forwards to the door. The teen grasped the handle and opened the door to a surprisingly warm hallway. His feet met comfortable carpet. Jonathan spread his toes and let the soft fabric go between them, then continued on his way to the bathroom.

The door opened with a quiet squeak, to which he rolled his eyes - his dad had been saying for months he would fix it - and stepped off the warm carpet onto icy floor again. The cold bit into him releasing its chilly poisons through his body sending a shiver up his spine. Shaking it off he locked the door, stripped and turned on the shower. Warm water cascaded down, hitting the shower floor with a loud tapping. He stepped in while it was still only warm then let the water slowly turn to his preferred temperature. Jonathan washed quickly then stood with one hand against the wall, his arm out straight keeping him upright, facing the direction in which the water was coming. His eyes closed, the water caressing his skin lulling him into a deep sleep.

Seemingly only seconds later Jonathan jumped awake and nearly fell because of a thumping. It took a moment for his groggy mind to figure out just where the banging was coming from, then he understood from the muffled voice calling through the dark wooden door.
"Jonny," his father started, to which Jonathan cringed. He hated that nickname, and they knew it. "You've been in there for a half hour. Hurry up and get ready, I'll drop you and your brother off." It was a second before he found his voice to answer, and then only with a simple "alright". The retreating footsteps was a relief, and he sighed, then hurried out to get ready and get something to take with him for breakfast.

All through the car ride there he had to put up with his brother's antics. Despite the boy being a couple of years older than Jonathan, it was the latter of the two who had matured most - though not by choice. They finally pulled up just outside the school. Jonathan grabbed his bag, a plain black messenger bag, and hurried out of the car giving his dad a mumbled thanks. He inhale deeply as the fresh morning air gently blew over him. While Jonathan wasn't much of a morning person, some were just too good to be in a bad mood. With a faint smile he started for the school building while it was still early.

Jonathan looked around the school grounds as he walked. Just by their clothes he could identify certain groups in the school. The rest were from a certain look to them, or the way they acted. He glanced down at his own clothes. He had worn his usual black and white raglan long sleeved top, dark blue zipper hoodie which he almost always left unzipped, dark blue jeans and his tan work boots. He had often been told by his friends that he had absolutely no fashion sense, and he didn't argue. This was his usual style of clothes, though if it were colder he would have worn his dark trench coat, which falls down to the knees. Using his style of clothing he tried to figure out where people would place him and groaned as he realised, the waving hand of his friend in the distance only helping him understand.

He reached his friend, Rachel, who as always almost jumped on him as she gave him a hug. The two had dated once, but had broken up over two years ago, but Jonathan always suspected she wasn't entirely over it despite being the one who ended it. He gave a half smile, having to force most of it onto his face. He greeted the rest of the group of mostly popular kids with the same half-assed smile, then chatted with them for a little while. Before long however, something else came up to ruin his good morning.
"Hey," Kevin said with his huge, ugly grin, "It's the school loony!" Jonathan's body went rigid and held perfectly still, a stone statue in the middle of the school grounds.
"Why does that crazy bitch even bother coming back here?" Rachel asked with some venom in her voice. Jonathan spun his head around and looked at her with a mixture of shock and disgust. It was the first time he had ever heard Rachel saying something about Helena, one of his old friends. He knew that she would whisper whatever behind his back, but had never once until that day said it in front of him. Rachel looked back at him, almost feeling bad for it, but then looked away to the "loony" as if it meant nothing.
"Yeah, it's not like anyone wants her here," Jess said after, continuing the verbal bashing with Mark nodding his agreement beside her.

Helena suddenly stopped and looked like she had spoke to herself, then headed straight for another one of the people Jonathan had once known, Avery. His eyebrows pulled close together in both confusion and worry. Helena hadn't spoken to any of them in years, none of them had spoke to any of the others for that matter. So, why now was she going to Avery? Memories of his past began to surface, but he pushed them back into the dark corner they had come from. He had long since rejected anything that had happened in the past, considering it all just their imaginations, nothing more. But he still worried.

"Oh look," Rachel started again, yanking Jonathan from his thoughts. "There she goes trying to recruit another into her crazy world." As they all broke into giggling Jonathan frowned in annoyance, and finally spoke up.
"Alright guys, that's enough," he said above the incessant noise they were making. "Just leave her alone." Four pairs of fire filled eyes fell on him. His confidence faltered for a second, but then he made himself stand at his full height, towering over the lot of them. Two of the weaker willed teens, Jess and Mark, gave up and looked back to Helena, but Rachel and Kevin remained.
"Careful Morgan," Kevin warned, "she might come after you next. We wouldn't want to you going along with her now would we?" Jonathan closed his hand into a fist and opened it several times while he continued to hold his ground. Kevin finally gave an amused snort before turning back to Helena in the distance. Just before she looked away, Rachel gave a look of disappointment to him, then ignored him completely.

Shaking his head with a loud sigh, he turned on his heels and left them all behind. It seemed to be something he was very good at, abandoning his friends. The teen stopped at one of the trees on the grounds, dropped his bag and sat down leaning his back against the bark. He pulled a sketch book from his bag and a candy bar. He flipped through the pages slowly. This was the only reminder left his past exploits with his old friends. Dozens of drawings filled the pad, which wasn't even half way filled. Drawings of beautiful angels and a world different to Jonathan's own. When he was younger, there had been dozens of these books, all filled with pictures of his imaginary friend. But when his parents were trying to convince him to give up the fantasy, give up his Memory, they burned them all, several right in front of him. All except one. He closed it over quickly and closed his eyes.
'It wasn't real. Now let it go.' After a minute he put the book back in his bag and bit into the candy bar, waiting for the bell to ring so he could have something else to focus on.


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There were no words to describe the look of pure horror that crossed Avery's face the moment Helena began to wave. However, if really do insist, his friends would later attempt to give the look justice by saying it was like he'd just seen death himself. Why was she coming this way? Was she actually going to try to talk to him? It had been years and years since they'd last so much as made eye contact, so what did she want now? He could hear his friends laughing and whispering conspiratorially to one another, far too amused by their usually fearless leader's complete lack of composure. He couldn't help it, not really, because, for one, he'd long since made a vow to himself to ignore all that remained of the Six and they all had seemed quite fine with that. And, of course, there was the fact that he wasn't fond of Helena in the least, so he didn't really need more rumors starting up about either of them. High schoolers, regardless of the facts, were merciless like that.

"Avery...hey...I need to talk to you. Like, right now." Her normally blank expression had morphed into one of sincerity as she spoke, her stuffed toy's ears giving one last bounce as she settled to a stop in front of the table.

"That's nice and all, but I'm going to-" His protest was cut off quickly by the clatter of his friends scooping up their belongings, laughing to themselves all the while. He stared at them, horror returning to his face once more because were they really going to abandon him? The answer was apparently yes as, in less than a minute they'd made their exit, snickering and offering him good luck as they left the student council president alone with the last person in the world he wanted to see. He sighed, frustration thick in that simple exhalation, and sat back down, lips pressed into a thin line. "Fine. Talk."

"They say that you need to come back to otherworld. I should be mad you know..for all the stuff you've said about me over the years, but I'm not anymore...not if you come back."

Avery gaped at her for a moment, completely at a loss for words. Not only had she just flung their childhood delusion at him without so much as a how-do-you-do, but now she was actually trying to play the victim here. Like this had been all his fault, like she was doing him a favor by offering to let him back in on her insane little play world. It was hers now, of course it was. The others had abandoned it and she had taken it from him, turning it from a fun game into a driving block in their once-upon-a-time friendship.

He didn't, of course, hear any words from anything imaginary or otherwise. Try as Winnie might, Avery could only hear a faint murmur int he back of his mind, an sliver of connection due to his lasting adoration of the Mad Cat painting propped up into his room. And faint niggles of words at the back of your mind is far less disconcerting than someone trying to make you see like the bad guy. He wasn't the bad guy here, he wasn't.

"Do you really think," He began, finally finding his voice with barely suppressed rage, "That I care what you think about me? I've never said a word about you because I don't talk about you because I. Don't. Care. I really don't. I don't even know what you're talking about right now, so go take your delusions and- and I don't even know what else and grow up." Not his most eloquent argument, but rage tended to keep people from making the soundest arguments.


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Walking up in a place like this is really no joy for a teenager. The house is in a nice neighborhood, the family has the money, and the kid have the freedom they want. So what is there to hate about this lifestyle? Being neglected. Taja Okoro has had the life of a very well off family. However, her attitudes and values are completely different than those of the rest of her family. Her father is a CEO who barely spends time at home, while her mother is one of her father's executives, so she's gone all the time too. Her older sister is off married doing her own thing. Then leaves her twin brothers, and surprisingly enough, Taja and her brothers are only eleven months apart making them Irish triplets. Taja is different from her brothers by a lot. She works even though she has the money to buy almost anything, she likes plants and won't let any plant die under her care, she is highly intelligent and is number two in her class, and has group of great friends for all the right reasons. So why is she so unhappy? Seemingly, Taja just wants to be accepted by her family. She tries too hard to get their attention to the point where she has given up and simply hopes. Hopes that one day her parents will take time out of their lives to recognize all the accomplishments she has acquired.

This is something Taja thinks about constantly, and every morning she hopes to see her parent down stairs to greet her with breakfast, instead of the nice South Korean maid her parents have hired to take care of Taja and her brothers. The maid and her two kids, her son ninth grade that is in the same grade as her brothers, and her daughter Brooklyn whose in Taja's grade, and her best friend since 8th grade. They are practically family, and every time Taja's family goes on vacation, they come along too. Because of them, Taja learned Korean and Chinese fluently. Nothing against them, but it would really be nice if her parents where there once. Taja got dressed in a frilly dress, with matching high heels. Put on her usual make up, and grabbed her backpack. She met with Brooklyn outside where she waited for her to get inside. "Hey Brooklyn, sorry I was running a little late, thanks for the ride today." Taja said as she closed the door. She must have dozed off because she felt a small tug on her arm and realized she was at school already. Getting out, Taja noticed how far ahead Brooklyn was. She probably had some meeting to get to and wanted to get there early.

Murky and cloudy, Taja walked through the parking lot heading for the school. Seeing how full the entrance was getting, Taja took a shortcut she liked taking whenever the front entrance was jammed. Taking a left around the corner, she started for an opening to the side of the building leading down into the boiler room. The door was never locked, and it was definitely the fastest way to her locker. Going in, she saw one of the janitors and waved at him. What a great guy. Moments later, she reached the door leading to the east hallway where her locker was located in. Ready for her class, she noticed a couple of familiar faces that sparked an emotion she doesn't like feeling. Nostalgia. Helena walked past her, and moments later she saw Avery. The Jon. Today was not starting off well. She rarely sees them that consecutively, so seeing them all come out like that was shocking. It took Taja back to a place she tries to suppress. Shaking her head, reassuring herself that she was fine, she headed for Stats to forget.