Post by FLYNN YOUNG on Aug 8, 2011 2:57:22 GMT -5
Avisaille Character Sheet
Character Name: Flynn Young
Face Used [Model/Celebrity]: Olivia Wilde
Race: Avisaille
D.O.B.: October 26, 1964
Age of Appearance [What age your character looks]: 24
Actual Age: 48
Height: 5'7
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Blue/Green
Sexual Preference [Optional]: Straight
Ethnicity: White
Marks/Tattoos/Visible Scars: She has a tattoo of a bird's silhouette on the small of her back and a few scars on her hands but they're old and not that noticeable.
Flaws/Weaknesses: She's very naive and trusting. It's always been the one thing that always got her hurt. Also she is not a strong flyer.
Skills/Strengths: She's very personable and sweet.
Characteristic Bird [What bird they take after]: Magpie
History:
When Flynn was born, it was a much simpler time. Her parents, Anton and Sarah Young were not together when Sarah had first discovered she was with child. In fact, they were reckless and young themselves. It wasn't until Sarah found out she was pregnant with a baby girl that Anton asked for her hand in marriage. Only it wasn't a long marriage at all. Sarah had complications while she was in labor and died from internal bleeding, leaving the baby girl without a mother. Anton wasn't sure what he would do with the child and knew that he wouldn't be able to raise his daughter on his own so he went to seek out help by Sarah's mother and Flynn's grandmother, Penelope Davenport, who was a widow herself. The woman took in the child and assured Anton that she would take care of his daughter as if she were her very own child.
Little did he know just how much she despised the child.
Anton was just a poor man and could not afford to support his only daughter and had to seek work outside of the city. Times were hard so he had to leave and found work in Kansas on a farm. He made sure to send back almost all the money he'd earned doing cheap labor, but Flynn never saw a cent of it.
It was amazing that Flynn survived the first couple of years of her childhood. Penelope held the little girl accountable for hte death of her precious Sarah. If it hadn't been for Flynn and her no good father, Penelope's daughter would still be alive. She wasn't cruel by nature but she made sure that Flynn was never comfortable. The old woman would give Flynn scraps, just enough food and water to keep her alive but no more than that. Any clothing that Flynn received was tattered and old, eaten up by moths and rodents.
Although her living situation was not up to standards, Flynn had no complaints. She was a quiet child who always kept to herself. She hadn't known of any other sort of lifestyle so an ill word never left her mouth. She loved Penelope, blind to the disdain and begrudging demeanor of the old woman who was her grandmother. Flynn was curious, though, about the wings that protruded out near her shoulder blades. The feathers white near her back and a blue-green shade closer to the ends. They were magnificent. She found it odd, but her grandmother had the same. The little girl would let her wings stretch out while she was inside, but her grandmother had been very stern about not talking about nor showing anyone her wings. She found it strange, but she made sure to follow the rules.
When Flynn turned fifteen she began to grow restless. The teenaged female had heard from others like her that they were going to be going to Megsy Isle in the winter time to learn how to fly and how their parents were going to take them and teach them. Flynn begged her grandmother to let her go, pleading to teach her how to use the beautiful wings that she had but the old woman refused. "It's not my job. It's your father's." The old woman told her coldly and told her that her father knew and would be there when the time came.
The old woman however, had known that Flynn's father had passed away the previous winter from a horse accident. But she did not tell the child that she was now orphaned.
When the week that the roads were shut down at Megsy Isle, Flynn had never been so excited her whole life. Normally, she would take a long strip of cloth and wrap it around her wings and her chest, tying it tightly in a knot to keep her wings close to her body. Her grandmother said that she could not afford the materials to make a harness like she had. So Flynn had to compromise. Except this chilly winter morning Flynn did not tie the cloth around her wings. She bundled up in the warmest rags that she had, her wings bulky under all the fabric and she set out for Megsy Isle in the hopes that her father would be there to teach her how to fly.
Flynn's face lit up with hope and excitement, watching the sky as she saw others soaring over the trees and between the tall isles that protruded up out of the water. She couldn't wait to do it herself! She'd spent the entire day there in the cold waiting for her father but he did not come. But that didn't make her give up hope. There was still six more days! Flynn went back every day of that week and waited for her father, but he did not come. She did not learn how to fly that year, but there was always next year, right?
The years went by and Flynn spent several winter during the week Megsy Isle was closed waiting for her father. The old woman never told the girl that her father was no longer on this Earth, and every night that he did not show she would cry herself to sleep. When it was time for Penelope to kick Flynn out of the 'nest' so to speak, Flynn was not prepared. She had never been taught how to fly and the shame of not having a father or a mother to teach her had kept her fromt ever asking any of the others for help. So she ended up leaving Scriptor Bay, knowing every Avisaille had to take a journey and see the world.
Over the course of ten years, Flynn travelled and learned how to scrape by on her own, finding food and money and learning about other cultures and the knowledge the world had to offer her. She found that she loved people, whether they were like her or not but she was very careful not to get too close to anyone. Because nobody had taught her to fly she'd managed to take trains and go by foot until one night when she had scraped up enough money to stay at a motel and her room was on the third floor. She climbed up onto the railing in just a bathrobe and a pair of panties. Sucking in a deep breath, she dropped the robe and let her wings spread out wide, feeling a cold breeze brush against her bare skin. Flynn leapt off the railing and started to plummet downwards.
It was an instinct deep inside of Flynn, because her wings began to work and although she didn't fly right away she didn't fall to her death either. Her wings were able to slow the fall enough so that she was left with a bruised ribcage and a broken wrist. That didn't stop her though, in the late hours of the night while everyone else was sleeping she kept jumping until she was able to turn her clumsy fall into an easy landing. She had a lot of work ahead of her, but she was proud of herself.
When her tour was up, Flynn came back to Scriptor Bay with a worldly knowledge, and was able to find herself in the process. She was not a skilled flyer like many of the other Avisailles were, but she could get the wind beneath her wings and take off well enough. It was good enough for her. Penelope, the old woman, refused to let Flynn live at home again so she had no choice but to get her own place. So Flynn found herself a job and then a cheap apartment.
As time passed, Flynn stayed under the radar and on her own. She changed jobs frequently since she didn't age as fast as the humans did, and changed apartment complexes numerous times. Only going back to a same complex once they were under new management, knowing they wouldn't have the same people to remember her. She preferred to live in the city so she could stay close to the Tree of Enlightenment, knowing all about how they were to guard it. She didn't mind, the Tree was beautiful in her opinion and she loved to set up a picnic near it and gaze at it lovingly for hours on her days off.
Flynn currently lives in the Cedar St. Apartments since they're affordable on her paychecks that she receives from Vintage Carousel, a thrifty store that sold bell bottoms and peace necklaces. It didn't get a lot of customers but she found it had a sort of appeal to it. She knew she could get another couple of years out of working there before she would have to change jobs once again. Although she didn't like changing jobs so often, she was glad to stay in Scriptor Bay. It was her home.
