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Ava Earle

"People will stare. Make it worth their while."

0 · 729 views · located in London, 1950.

a character in “This Dirty Old Town.”, as played by Wisteria Cresting

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~ John Ray


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|| LABEL || The Beauty

|| AGE || 26

|| Gender || Female

|| BIRTH DATE || July 31st

|| OCCUPATION || N/A

|| FACE CLAIM || Holliday Grainger

|| SEXUALITY || Closeted Bisexual Biromantic


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|| HOBBIES || Reading; Ava is an avid reader despite protests from her mother. She loves to learn about history and science especially, but also indulges in the occasional fiction story.

Piano; The Lowe family have been renowned for their piano skills and Ava is no exception, rising above her brother as the prodigy of her generation. She composes her own music as well as plays traditional pieces. If she's not in the library or the garden, you can often find her lounging by the piano.

Fashion/Shopping; As expected, Ava is always on top of the trends and prefers to spend her time outside of the house shopping and generally spending money.

Gardening; Gardening is one of the few hobbies that Ava shared with her mother. She keeps her garden prim and proper and refuses to let anyone else near her greenhouse.

|| POSITIVE PERSONALITY TRAITS || Charming ❦ Flirtatious ❦ Alluring ❦ Social ❦ Cautious ❦ Loyal

|| NEGATIVE PERSONALITY TRAITS || Manipulative ❦ Vain ❦ Selfish ❦ Childish ❦ Spoiled ❦ Spiteful

|| PERSONALITY SUMMARY || Ava Earle is the beauty of London society. She is a charming woman that is both alluring and flirtatious and always knows just what to say. She is the life of the party, interacting with anyone and everyone. Men want her and women want to be her. Ava is loved by many and hated by many more. And that's just how she likes it. While she is everything someone could want in a wife, Ava is also a manipulative and selfish woman that fights to make her own ends meet. And while many believe, she is a naive young woman, Ava is actually very cautious. People that try to manipulate her for their own needs quickly learn that she is not someone to be trifled with.

Ava is beautiful, a fact that she knows and flaunts with pride. She is vain, believing herself to be the most attractive woman in a lineup and the woman most men would choose. She is also very selfish and cares little about those that aren't important to her, though she can easily portray herself as a loving and caring person. This is partly because of her upbringing and partly because of her own nature. She is also a vindictive woman that won't hesitate to make her hatred known. She is not a forgiving woman and never intends to be. And she is childish, Ava is fond of playing childish games and being immature. She doesn't care much for seriousness and can light up a dreary situation. This makes her difficult to talk to when a serious situation arises and she is the wrong person to ask for advice on anything important. She is also no stranger to letting her anger get out of hand and is not above throwing a tantrum when things don't go her way.

Ava is a loyal woman though. She knows where her loyalties lie and despite all of her flirtations, her husband is the only man she'll ever truly love. She is loyal to her family and would never betray any of them even under duress or bribery. Above all, Ava is a woman that knows what she wants and she knows how to get it. She doesn't take no for an answer and will work without rest to do so.


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|| PARENTS ||
Alexander Lowe and Genevieve Lowe

|| SIBLINGS ||
Baxter Lowe {Older Brother}

|| SIGNIFICANT OTHER ||
______ Earle {Husband}

|| ISSUE ||
Pregnant With Her First Child, But She is Currently Unaware of It

|| ANY WANTED CONNECTIONS ||
Um... A rival {or enemy trying to sleep or sleeping with her husband} and an ex-lover perhaps {she had one, but they don't have to be in the RP}.


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|| DID THEY SERVE DURING THE WAR? || She was pretty young when the war happened and as a result, she didn't serve aside from helping with basic war efforts.

|| SIGNIFICANT MOMENTS IN THEIR LIFE ||
  • Her marriage to _______.
  • She had a fling when she was 21 that resulted in a pregnancy, which she secretly terminated.
|| THE PAST || Ava Elodie Earle was born to Alexander and Genevieve Lowe. At the time, they already had a son, Baxter, but they were still hoping for another boy. Even so, Elodie grew up loved and spoiled. Her family was very well-off, having come from old money. She was given everything her heart desired, attended a private boarding school in the country, and went to the fanciest and finest parties. Yes, Ava grew up happy. She was not the most attractive child, but she quickly grew into her looks. Boys threw themselves at her and she enjoyed the flirtations of them. However, Ava grew bored.

She was sixteen when she first kissed and a boy and seventeen when she first kissed a girl. She never really entertained the idea of sex until she was around twenty-one and she met a wonderful boy. They had a small fling and she subsequently lost her virginity to him. Later, she realized she was pregnant. The boy had already disappeared from her life by this time, making it almost impossible for her to hide her pregnancy. When she told her mother, they secretly terminated it, fearing social ruin. A few months later, her father announced that she was to be married into the Earle family. The news shocked Ava, but she went along with it. She has come to love ______ over the years, enough to be jealous when other flirt with him, but she still enjoys the flirtations of other men. The only thing that might make her actually settle down is a child.

|| POSSIBLE PLOT POINTS ||
  • Being pregnant with her first child, of course.
  • Her ex-lover could show up or her terminated pregnancy could come to light.
  • Possibly an affair.


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So begins...

Ava Earle's Story

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He walked behind her a couple of steps. Even with her speeding up, he had to slow down to stay behind her. He could feel the anger radiating off her like a bomb waiting to explode. Leon knew he was the target. Yet, he couldn't help but admire the view from back here. A roguish smiled pulled up one side of his lips, enthralled by the site of her rear in that tight dress. He followed as if he were the snake and she the charmer.

Nevertheless, he needed to snap out of it. He was in a very precarious position. The silence from her made it all the more deadlier. He ran a hand through his thick hair and sighed in frustration. What had he done?! He didn't even know what she was punishing him for. But clearly, he had done something.

Leon Earle wasn't a Godly man yet he sent up a silent prayer for what he was about to do. Start World War III with his wife. That too in the middle of the street because he just couldn't take the silent treatment from his wife anymore. Not that they prescribed to the rules of discretion when it came to their tiffs. The street was as good a place as home.

"Ava. Stop." Leon called out. Taking her arm in a tight grip, whipping her around to face him knowing she wouldn't do as she was bayed. "Can you at least tell me what I've done this bloody time woman?!"

It seemed he couldn't do anything right these days. It was only very recently his wife had completely lost her mind. She had over the last month or two turned into a demented harping bitch. He loved her but he couldn't take much more of this. He didn't need any stress at home, he had enough with his business. Yet, he knew where this was going. It was going the way all their discussions did. A blazing row.

Her face was a picture. When she was like this all Leon wanted to do was kiss her. And strangle her. Simultaneously. Whenever, she was angry with him it reminded him of their wedding day. Standing up at the alter with a strange girl he had barely spoken two words to with that exact look on her face. Of course when the vicar had declared them man and wife, he had kissed her senseless and wiped that look of her face. These days however, it wasn't that easy.

"I've got," Leon looked down at his watch hissing slightly. "an hour and a bit to get down to Kent, pick up the shipment to make it back for dinner tonight. So you gonna tell me why you're being bang out of order to me or would you prefer I spend the night in Calais or what darlin'?"

This would not end well was all Leon could think.

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An irrational rage boiled in Ava's stomach as she strutted down the street, two steps ahead of her pig-headed husband. She knew he was just walking slow to appease her, which only infuriated her more. He should try walking around London in heels! That waitress's face still burned her eyes, like the smoke from a fire made with damp wood. She tried to send him messages silently, to make him understand how his actions made her feel, but even Leon was oblivious to the minds of women.

"Ava, stop."

His hand latched onto her arm and she resisted the urge to slap him when he spun her around. Arguing in public wasn't an unusual occurrence with them, but slapping him? Oh, the gossip that would bring. "Can you at least tell me what I've done this bloody time woman?!"

She wanted to scream at him, punch him, and cry. Most importantly, she really wanted to cry. But she kept her expression schooled and her face the picture of beautiful rage.

"I've got..." Leon glanced down at his watch and made a hissing sound that set her nerves on edge. "An hour and a bit to get down to Kent, pick up the shipment to make it back for dinner tonight. So you gonna tell me why you're being bang out of order to me or would you prefer I spend the night in Calais or what darlin'?"

Oh, how she wanted him to do that. To humiliate him for what he did. To make him pay for being the asshole that he was. But Ava hated being alone in their giant, creaking house at night and Leon knew that. He knew that threatening to spend the night somewhere else would force her hand. She ripped her arm out of his grip and glared at him, crossing her arms over her chest. "Stop acting so innocent, Leon. You know what you did," her anger wavered and she bit on the inside of her cheek, hard. "You were flirting with that pretty waitress, right in front of me. Like I wasn't even-"

Her voice cracked and she just wanted to bawl her eyes out, right there in the streets. Lord, she was so angry a moment ago, but now she was just sad. Did her husband not love her anymore? Was that damn waitress really prettier than her? "Like I wasn't even there," she finished, her voice tight as she turned away.

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Leon stared at Ava for a long, LONG moment. The look upon his face, completely and utterly dumbfounded. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. And if she began crying . . . A disbelieving laugh escaped him. She was too surreal. This woman that he wanted to throttle the life out!

"Okay, okay, okay," Leon started plaintively. "So let me get this right." He laughed without humor. "I took YOU out- no. No, no, no, no." Shaking his head. "I asked you to come out to lunch WITH me. I ASKED you. To lunch right? So I could go there, get a bit of nosh like and then flirt with the FUCKING waitress IN FRONT of my wife?!" At the rising altitude of his anger, Leon's voice grew louder and louder with each passing word until he was booming at her. "Are you out of your FUCKING mind woman?!"

She'd pushed him to this! After weeks of not so silently enduring Ava's wrath it had all come to ahead. He loved the damn woman but by God she was an absolute fucking nightmare when she got like this. Inconsolable and accusing. He couldn't lie, sure the waitress was pretty and she was giving him those eyes but Ava knew better. They were both exceedingly good looking people. Ridiculous good looking people. However, he wasn't fucking out of his mind that he'd take her out and flirt with a flippin' waitress!

"Jesus Christ! I wish someone had fucking told me I was marrying insane fuckin' of her rocker Miss Marple! You wanna go investigate a murder now seeing as you've solved the mystery of the flirting waitress yeah love? You know, seeing as her taking my fuckin' order is flirting. You know if it was up to you darlin' I wouldn't even be allowed to see or talk to my own mother!"

Every word dripped in morbid sarcasm. She belonged in the fucking nut house, Leon thought in his rage. Course women looked at him! Was he to hold that against them?! Hell! He knew men looked at his wife and he sure as hell couldn't blame them! He found it hard not to look at her. But as long as that was all they did. Look. He had no problem. Yet, the thought of another man touching her, well, that boiled his blood. Good thing was, most men knew that if they wanted to continue breathing, they wouldn't so much as pass her a glass. But that was neither here or there right now.

"I tell you what love, how about yeah? I just don't talk to any woman that's not you-better yet, I won't even look up at another woman yeah? You do all the talking for the both of us from now on? How's that sound? Suit ya?"