"My life is whatever
I make it out to be."
Rolling Girl | Miku Hatsune
Alyssa Lies | Jason Michael Carroll
Name: Avazona Kiza Illigardi
"I'm pretty unique, I'll admit. It's a bit long though."
Nickname(s): Ava, Illi, Zone, Vaze
"Apparently my name is a bit of a mouthful."
Age: 18
"I'm not as young as I look."
Grade: College Sophomore
"So I skipped a few grades. So what?"
Gender: Female
"Wait, what!? You can't tell that I'm a girl!? Why you-"
Role: Female #1
"So I'm stuck in this role. Well, that sucks."
Oddities: Her cotton-candy-like hair tends to stick out like a sore thumb. In addition, she often wears odd, Lolita-like clothes, and is obsessed with being the
best in her school. Also, her MPD comes out often, but she does her best to hide it from everyone - including her brother.
"Yup, I'm weird. Sorry - not sorry."
Sexuality: Heterosexual
"Sorry, but I prefer men, ladies."
Romantic Interest: Male #1, but this could change.
"W-W-What!? J-Just shut up!"
Nationality: Japan
"I haven't left since I was born. I dream of traveling, but I don't believe this will ever come true."
Job: She works part-time at a little cafe a few blocks from her school, and part-time at a bookstore not too far from the house that she shares with her half-brother.
"It pays the bills and passes the time."
Ethnicity: 1/2 Japanese, 1/2 Italian
"Yes, I'm a mixed breed - but what are you?"
Eye Color: Ruby
"Be careful - you can lose yourself in them if you look for too long."
Hair Color/Length: Cotton-Candy Pink; Breast-Length
"Don't you even think about teasing me about it! It isn't dyed - I swear!"
Height: 5'3"
"I'm not short - I'm fun-sized!"
Weight: 115lbs
"Stay in shape? Heehee ... I like food way too much."
Scars: Several along her stomach and back due to years of abuse from her father.
"St-Stop looking at them!"
Tattoos: Just two - one in the shape of spider-webs stretching from her index finger to her thumb on her left hand, and two single teardrops beneath her right eye.
"They both mean something to me, and if you're really that curious about them, why don't you ask me yourself?"
Birthmarks: None
"Birthmarks are weird, so I'm glad I don't have any."
Piercings: Two pairs of studs in each earlobe.
"Nice and simple - which is nice, seeing as I had no choice in having them. Yeah, thanks mom."
Danger Level: Between a 2-3; Avazona is more dangerous when it comes to her mind, not her fighting abilities. In truth, she's about as frightening as a newborn baby bunny appearance-wise. However when it comes to her intelligence, her IQ puts even Einstein to shame at times. She is definitely not one to be trifled with.
"Hey, I'm scary! What? No, I'm not adorable! Don't call me that! I'm as scary as a T-Rex, you jerk!"
Dominant Emotion: Stubbornness
"If you can't handle one simple trait to how I am, than you should get off of the Avazona boat at this stop. Right. Now."
Personality: Well, Avazuna is a bit more complex than the average person when it comes down to who she actually is. This mostly stems from her Multiple Personality Disorder, but also partly from her antisocial, 'nerdy' status. So who, exactly, is Avazona?
Well, let's begin with the most obvious parts of her personality - the parts that are most often seen by those around her.
Ava has always been a quiet girl. In school, she would often sit at the back of the classroom with her nose stuffed in a book, while her peers continued to babble about what she found to be nonsense. She was known as the 'Nerd-Girl', and spent most of her life friendless due to this. Her idea was that if she kept to herself, no one would know about what her past was like, and she could focus on her studies and keep her father from growing angry with her. Besides, in her mind, all she needed was her brother.
In addition to her silent nature, she often had an inquisitive side to her. Anything that she could get her hands on that even hinted at being able to improve her intelligence, she snatched at in the moment. She was hungry for knowledge, and spent most of her time in the school library - hidden away from everyone and everything.
Ava has the type of personality that pulls people in, leaving them wanting to know more about her. It tugs them towards her, leaving them with a fierce protective feeling for the small girl. It probably doesn't help that her appearance makes her look like a little kid, to be honest.
Now for the complicated part.
When Ava's MPD kicks in, it's a bit different from most cases of the disorder. Her opposite personality doesn't have a name of its own, nor does it completely control her. In fact, she has two additional personalities.
But let's stick with the more prominent one for now.
This personality came about to assist her in being more social and making more friends. It's a bubbly and sweet personality that cannot always be contained. In fact, she turns into something close to a bunny. She tends to bounce around from place-to-place due to her excitement, and she talks a mile per minute. She becomes a bit of a pout and far more child-like than many of thee people younger than her. She demands control of situations and is very easily offended, such as when people tease her about her height - which has always been a common ground of laughter between bullies when it pertained to her.
Ava named this personality 'Usagi', due to her bunny-like nature - but of course 'Usagi' doesn't go along with this name, but instead Ava's true name - Avazona.
And now for the final personality.
Keep in mind, this personality almost never comes out - unless she absolutely needs to. This personality was created for the sole purpose of Ava's protection. After years of torment from her peers and hatred from her father, this personality was created as a defense mechanism. It only occurs when she's pushed to the very brink of her tolerance and sanity with people. This is the part of her that people should fear. It's like she snaps, because afterwards she remembers nothing of the time that elapsed while she was in this personality. And people always end up injured in the end.
But as said before - she remembers nothing.
No need to worry, however, because this part of her only comes out when she's threatened. So long as she isn't threatened, you're safe.
"I am who I am, and I wouldn't change myself for anything."
Likes:
ā„ Food
ā„ Rice Balls
ā„ Sleep
ā„ School
ā„ Cooking
ā„ Books
ā„ Reading
ā„ Art
ā„ Music
ā„ Acting
ā„ Male #1
"Oh, how I adore these things!"
Dislikes:
ā The word 'nerd'
ā Bullies
ā Relying on Others
ā Idiocy
ā Immaturity
ā Judgmental People
ā Stereotypes
"These things bother me to no end."
Talents:
ĘøĢµĢ”ÓĢµĢØĢĘ· Acting
ĘøĢµĢ”ÓĢµĢØĢĘ· Technology
ĘøĢµĢ”ÓĢµĢØĢĘ· Academics
ĘøĢµĢ”ÓĢµĢØĢĘ· Drawing
ĘøĢµĢ”ÓĢµĢØĢĘ· Photogenic Memory
ĘøĢµĢ”ÓĢµĢØĢĘ· Guns
"If someone works hard enough, that person can possess any skill that they wish to hold."
Flaws:
ā£ Easily Manipulated
ā£ Extremely Secretive
ā£ Low Self-Esteem
"They're hard things to look past and beat, but I will overcome them."
Weaknesses:
ā¢ Male #1
ā¢ Love
ā¢ Food
ā¢ Animals and Babies
"Everyone has them. It's when one overcomes those weaknesses that they truly become powerful."
Hobbies:
ā¬ Cooking
ā¬ Sleeping
ā¬ The Arts
ā¬ School
ā¬ Computers
"They .... Pass the time."
Typical Attire: She often is seen wearing comfortable punk, artist-like clothing. When not wearing those, she tends to don the outfits typical to those of Lolita girls.
Keepsakes:
~ An Amber Teardrop Necklace that belonged to her late mother.
~ A stuffed animal given to her by her older brother when she was six years old.
~ A sketchbook and paintbrush given to her as a child by a close friend. It is this sketchbook that she uses only for the most important of projects to her, and it is this paintbrush that she cares for more than almost any other possession she has.
"Someone once tried to tell me that my things were childish possessions - which they then proceeded to attempt to take from me. Needless to say, they do not speak of what happened that day."
History: "You wish to know of my past? Well, as I have always said - curiosity killed the kitty cat. And you must be one beautiful kitten, mio caro."
Let's start from the very beginning, shall we? It's a bit cliche and overdone, but there isn't much of a choice in the matter - now is there? Keep in mind - I can't control to whom I was born, or how for that matter, so none of what I am about to tell you makes me who I am.
I was born to a young Italian woman, with no known home. Not even I know who she is, to be completely honest with you. All I know is that I was the bastard child of my father. Supposedly, she was, as I said, a young Italian woman - more than likely in her late teens to early twenties - who found herself in Japan with little to no income. In an effort to find a source of money, she turned to the role of becoming a concubine of sorts.
Yes. My mother was a whore. But like I said, I know very little about who she was. In fact, I don't believe many people know much about her.
Anyway. Back to the tragic story of how Avazona Illigardi came to be.
Apparently my mother was quite the beauty. Everyone who I have spoken to that had at least seen her admit to me that one did not look lightly upon her appearance. Many men tell me of how she was one of the most divine women they had ever seen, and that it was quite a shame that she ended up in the business that she found herself in.
Supposedly, my father was not immune to her appearance. However, instead of courting her and attempting to marry her, he took her on as his mistress.
Despite the fact that he was already married.
Yes, my father was a lying, cheating asshole.
Let's skip ahead a bit, shall we?
Needless to say, a year and a half after my parents met, my mother found herself to be with child. Afraid of what my father might do should he discover her pregnancy, she hid it from him until it was too late for an abortion of any sort.
In the end, my mother was, well, a mother.
But this story isn't one of happiness and joy. A tragedy is not such without there being love and loss in it, now is it?
My father discovered my existence when my mother began to show - so I would imagine she was about five or six months along. Far too late for an abortion, of course. Yes, he was quite angry - but he could not do anything to her or me without severe repercussions.
You see, my father was the Head CEO of a famous and well-known Arts company. One that not only dealt in the management of actual artistry, but also in that of the music and theatrical industries.
Explains where I get my talents, doesn't it?
Back to the story.
My father feared his reputation, of course - he was quite a despicable man.
Somehow, his wife discovered his affair and the fact that the woman that was his mistress also held his child. Due to the fact that they already had a child of their own, a son, who was going on the age of three, she didn't really know what to do. So instead of hating my mother, his wife accepted her on one condition and one condition only:
That word was never to spread of who she was, and that she was to give up the baby to my father and his wife once it was born. She was then to leave the country and never return.
Well, like I said, tragedies hold just that - tragedy.
Obviously I was born, and obviously my father took me in to raise. However, my mother never got her 'happy ending'. Instead, she died in childbirth, really leaving my father with no choice but to accept me. His wife refused to allow him to put me up for adoption, she his hands were tied.
I spent the first five years of my life thinking that this woman was my mother, when in fact she took me in for no reason other than to save her husband's good name - and ultimately her own. She had pretended that they had adopted me, out of their own good natures.
What a load of crap.
My father's wife died a few days after my birthday, leaving my brother and me alone with the man.
Needless to say, it was not a happy beginning for me.
He spent the next decade forcing me to push myself to the very brink of sanity. Day-in and day-out I was forced to perfect everything I did. My arts, my academics, my hobbies - everything. I was not allowed a moment's rest. I suppose it was his way of lashing out at me and getting his revenge on my mother - indirectly, of course.
Oh, don't get me wrong - I don't blame my mother. In fact, I never really had a mother. How could I when I never met her, and the only one I ever knew took me in for her own good face?
The world is a cruel place to be.
My father died when I was fifteen and my brother eighteen. Upon his death, we inherited the company of Arts that he had come to own while I grew up, along with a large sum of money to keep us comfortable, and a house to share until we decided what we wished to do. To be honest, our father did act like one in the very end - despite the way he treated me growing up, and the fact that he was so lenient and carefree when pertaining to my brother.
Not that I blame my brother, of course. He's my brother, after all. And we've always been close. Closer than we should have, anyways. And he was always very overprotective of me. Many people found it .... Oddly so.
When we began living alone together, that's when things ... Started.
Don't get me wrong! I'm not proud of what we do. It's looked upon as despicable and disgusting, and I realize this. But I can't help myself, and from what I can tell, neither can he. How can you blame us? We're simply acting upon our human impulses - something that was often done throughout a great expanse of history. We're simply being ... Human.
And that's all that I will say on the matter.
Instead, I'll say this:
That guy wouldn't be surviving if it weren't for me. Seriously, have you seen the house when I'm not around? He makes those awful microwaveable food and leaves trash everywhere. He downs soda as if it were water, and if he could live off of candy bars, I have no doubt that he would.
Seriously. How does he not have diabetes yet?
"My past is what molded me into who I am today. Besides, if it weren't for that, how would my brother have survived up until now? Honestly, that guy probably would have withered away, living on nothing but junk food and pop, and died an early age of diabetes."
Other: She makes it a great effort to hide her MPD from everyone, and no one knows about it - not even her brother.
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