Post by Aubrey on Aug 6, 2009 5:12:07 GMT -5
Name: Aubrey Anne Casey
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Hometown: Sydney, Australia
Nationality: Australian
Languages Spoken: English
Description: As a youth, Aubrey was frequently seen as being the "short and skinny girl". Despite her small frame, surfing regularly has carved her body into a sturdy, slender physique. The rounded gentleness of her face betrays a very youthful, almost naive appearance. Even as she has matured, people tend to view her as younger and more trusting than she really is. Her hair is wavy and long, dyed a deep blonde by summers out in the sun and touching down past her shoulders. Dusted across her face is a soft sprinkle of freckles, barely visible.
Skills: She can surf, paint/draw, and mix up coffee beverages (a skill gained from a part-time job at Starbucks).
Personality: As a child, Aubrey was a tomboy; surfing and rough-housing with the boys around her. Growing up, it was always ingrained in Aubrey to be a hard-worker. Balancing her social life with academics, she did moderately well in school. Some of her pupils liked to call her a teacher's pet, and a lot of the times she did try her best to impress her teachers.
Not particularly gifted at the arts (a trait her brother was always praised for), Aubrey was always more athletic-minded. On top of surfing as much as she could, she took part in all sorts of sports including soccer and rugby. Being surrounded constantly by large crowds of spectators and teammates never bothered Aubrey, in fact she flourished in those situations. She was also intensely loyal to herself and her teams, a trait that has followed her throughout life.
Aubrey has a tendency to wear her heart on her sleeve, but most of the time she displays a cheerful, playful attitude and a steady optimism in harsh situations. People are inherently good to her, and she tries her best to make friends with everyone. However much of this is mostly a superficial act. With deeper and harder emotions, Aubrey tends to box them up and bury them beneath a light-hearted smile. This habit became especially common with her after Dallas' destruction, and the witnessed death of many of her friends and faction mates.
Bio/History: Aubrey was born to a quiet household in Sydney, Australia. She spent most of her life near or on the oceans, and likes to joke that there's saltwater running through her veins. Her mother was a moderately successful painter, and passed down some of her "artistic zeal" (as she called it) to her daughter. Aubrey loves to paint, but doesn't fancy herself as much of a painter. Her father was a small business owner and part-time surfer, who passed on his absolute love of the ocean to his daughter and son. While her brother, Ryan, took more to painting, Aubrey embraced surfing. She would spend hours with her father, riding the waves or simply watching the sun dip below the ocean's surface.
When Aubrey was twelve her father left the family and disappeared from Australia. Distraught and broke, Aubrey's mother moved the family from town to town until she met and married Aubrey's step-father, Nathan. Nathan was an aspiring actor who had dreams of making it big time in the United States, and convinced Aubrey's mother to move the family to Los Angeles. Once there, Nathan pursued his dream and left Aubrey's mother to shoulder the burden of finding real work and paying for their food and shelter. By this time Aubrey was in her teens, working part-time, and failing her senior year at school. Her brother had run off to join the military, and her step-father was rarely at home.
During one school day, her close friend Sophie approached her during lunch break and suggested that something terrible was amiss with everyone around her--especially those closest to her. Sophie convinced her to ditch school and go home early, then start packing. Aubrey assented, still unbelieving, but cautious. Once home, she overheard her parents conversing and attempted to confront them about it. Her mother pulled a dracon beam, and at that point Aubrey fled her house, her life barely intact. Nathan had long since been a controller, and had Aubrey's mother taken soon after her brother left.
Meeting up with Sophie, the two devised a plan to escape into Northern California and find others who knew what was happening. As the two hopped between cities, raiding stores for food and supplies, Aubrey was separated from her. Panicked, Aubrey started a journey back to Los Angeles in the hopes of finding somebody she knew that was not infested. When she reached the city, it was the Animorphs who found her. Aubrey spent the next few months in the Los Angeles faction, where she eventually discovered her best friend Sophie living in Union--an underground city filled with free humans.
Following a botched rescue attempt of her mother, Aubrey opted to leave Los Angeles and was transferred to the Animorph faction in Dallas, Texas. Not soon after a catastrophic disaster struck Dallas, and the remaining faction was forced to flee to the nearest Animorph faction in Las Vegas. It was here that she got wind of Cassie's idea to expand the Animorphs all over the world. Jumping at the chance to return to her hometown in Sydney, Aubrey asked to transfer there.
Starting Morphs: Seagull, Squirrel Monkey, Sea Lion, Alaskan Malamute, Leopard Moth, African Cape Buffalo (all transferred over)
Scene with Parent:
An enromous ocean wave reared out of nowhere, lifting the surfboard--and the small body clinging to it--up along with it. Almost gracefully the wave curled over, flipping the board. Aubrey's body slapped the water hard, the air forced from her lungs as the rolling waves swallowed her. Out of control, she was swept over and over against the sandy ground, swallowing and inhaling the cold and salty water. It felt like forever until two strong arms reached down into the chaos, lifting her up out of the sea and into the air. Her first breath came out as a cry: "Owwwww! Pa!!"
The horrible sensation of not being able to breathe began to subside and Aubrey took a long gasp of air, clinging to her father tightly as he began sloshing his way over to the beach. Being only nine, she was sobbing, cool tears rolling down her face. Through the tumble underwater, her knee had been scraped and the 'wound' was an angry, stinging red. "Come on, Aub. It's alright now, ain't it?" Despite the subtle undertones of worry, her father's voice came with its ever-present cheerfulness. Peering up, all Aubrey could see was his wide smile as he carried her across the beach, towards their house. The two abandoned surfboards were floating serenely on the ocean.
"Now look, you've got your mum worried," He whispered to her. Tears were still rolling down her face as she twisted her head to look over, sliding out of her dad's arms as he put her down. Her mother was seated on her usual stool, a painting canvas standing humbly in the sand. In one of her hands she held a brush, poised to touch the canvas. Setting it down, her mother wiped her stained hands across her paint-encrusted overalls and lifted both eyebrows in question. "There was a tiny accident, nothing much. Just a scratch." Still sniffling, Aubrey pointed to the scrape on her knee as her father explained. "Thought I'd bring her to you to get her fixed up."
"Rightly so," Aubrey's mother gave him a stern-but-playful glare, before holding out her hand for Aubrey to take. Wiping her tear-streaked face with the back of her hand, Aubrey placed her hand in her mother's, glancing briefly to her father. He waved at her, then turned and jogged towards the beach to retrieve the surfboards. Her mother tugged gently on her hand, leading her towards the house. "Let's get you fixed up."
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Hometown: Sydney, Australia
Nationality: Australian
Languages Spoken: English
Description: As a youth, Aubrey was frequently seen as being the "short and skinny girl". Despite her small frame, surfing regularly has carved her body into a sturdy, slender physique. The rounded gentleness of her face betrays a very youthful, almost naive appearance. Even as she has matured, people tend to view her as younger and more trusting than she really is. Her hair is wavy and long, dyed a deep blonde by summers out in the sun and touching down past her shoulders. Dusted across her face is a soft sprinkle of freckles, barely visible.
Skills: She can surf, paint/draw, and mix up coffee beverages (a skill gained from a part-time job at Starbucks).
Personality: As a child, Aubrey was a tomboy; surfing and rough-housing with the boys around her. Growing up, it was always ingrained in Aubrey to be a hard-worker. Balancing her social life with academics, she did moderately well in school. Some of her pupils liked to call her a teacher's pet, and a lot of the times she did try her best to impress her teachers.
Not particularly gifted at the arts (a trait her brother was always praised for), Aubrey was always more athletic-minded. On top of surfing as much as she could, she took part in all sorts of sports including soccer and rugby. Being surrounded constantly by large crowds of spectators and teammates never bothered Aubrey, in fact she flourished in those situations. She was also intensely loyal to herself and her teams, a trait that has followed her throughout life.
Aubrey has a tendency to wear her heart on her sleeve, but most of the time she displays a cheerful, playful attitude and a steady optimism in harsh situations. People are inherently good to her, and she tries her best to make friends with everyone. However much of this is mostly a superficial act. With deeper and harder emotions, Aubrey tends to box them up and bury them beneath a light-hearted smile. This habit became especially common with her after Dallas' destruction, and the witnessed death of many of her friends and faction mates.
Bio/History: Aubrey was born to a quiet household in Sydney, Australia. She spent most of her life near or on the oceans, and likes to joke that there's saltwater running through her veins. Her mother was a moderately successful painter, and passed down some of her "artistic zeal" (as she called it) to her daughter. Aubrey loves to paint, but doesn't fancy herself as much of a painter. Her father was a small business owner and part-time surfer, who passed on his absolute love of the ocean to his daughter and son. While her brother, Ryan, took more to painting, Aubrey embraced surfing. She would spend hours with her father, riding the waves or simply watching the sun dip below the ocean's surface.
When Aubrey was twelve her father left the family and disappeared from Australia. Distraught and broke, Aubrey's mother moved the family from town to town until she met and married Aubrey's step-father, Nathan. Nathan was an aspiring actor who had dreams of making it big time in the United States, and convinced Aubrey's mother to move the family to Los Angeles. Once there, Nathan pursued his dream and left Aubrey's mother to shoulder the burden of finding real work and paying for their food and shelter. By this time Aubrey was in her teens, working part-time, and failing her senior year at school. Her brother had run off to join the military, and her step-father was rarely at home.
During one school day, her close friend Sophie approached her during lunch break and suggested that something terrible was amiss with everyone around her--especially those closest to her. Sophie convinced her to ditch school and go home early, then start packing. Aubrey assented, still unbelieving, but cautious. Once home, she overheard her parents conversing and attempted to confront them about it. Her mother pulled a dracon beam, and at that point Aubrey fled her house, her life barely intact. Nathan had long since been a controller, and had Aubrey's mother taken soon after her brother left.
Meeting up with Sophie, the two devised a plan to escape into Northern California and find others who knew what was happening. As the two hopped between cities, raiding stores for food and supplies, Aubrey was separated from her. Panicked, Aubrey started a journey back to Los Angeles in the hopes of finding somebody she knew that was not infested. When she reached the city, it was the Animorphs who found her. Aubrey spent the next few months in the Los Angeles faction, where she eventually discovered her best friend Sophie living in Union--an underground city filled with free humans.
Following a botched rescue attempt of her mother, Aubrey opted to leave Los Angeles and was transferred to the Animorph faction in Dallas, Texas. Not soon after a catastrophic disaster struck Dallas, and the remaining faction was forced to flee to the nearest Animorph faction in Las Vegas. It was here that she got wind of Cassie's idea to expand the Animorphs all over the world. Jumping at the chance to return to her hometown in Sydney, Aubrey asked to transfer there.
Starting Morphs: Seagull, Squirrel Monkey, Sea Lion, Alaskan Malamute, Leopard Moth, African Cape Buffalo (all transferred over)
Scene with Parent:
An enromous ocean wave reared out of nowhere, lifting the surfboard--and the small body clinging to it--up along with it. Almost gracefully the wave curled over, flipping the board. Aubrey's body slapped the water hard, the air forced from her lungs as the rolling waves swallowed her. Out of control, she was swept over and over against the sandy ground, swallowing and inhaling the cold and salty water. It felt like forever until two strong arms reached down into the chaos, lifting her up out of the sea and into the air. Her first breath came out as a cry: "Owwwww! Pa!!"
The horrible sensation of not being able to breathe began to subside and Aubrey took a long gasp of air, clinging to her father tightly as he began sloshing his way over to the beach. Being only nine, she was sobbing, cool tears rolling down her face. Through the tumble underwater, her knee had been scraped and the 'wound' was an angry, stinging red. "Come on, Aub. It's alright now, ain't it?" Despite the subtle undertones of worry, her father's voice came with its ever-present cheerfulness. Peering up, all Aubrey could see was his wide smile as he carried her across the beach, towards their house. The two abandoned surfboards were floating serenely on the ocean.
"Now look, you've got your mum worried," He whispered to her. Tears were still rolling down her face as she twisted her head to look over, sliding out of her dad's arms as he put her down. Her mother was seated on her usual stool, a painting canvas standing humbly in the sand. In one of her hands she held a brush, poised to touch the canvas. Setting it down, her mother wiped her stained hands across her paint-encrusted overalls and lifted both eyebrows in question. "There was a tiny accident, nothing much. Just a scratch." Still sniffling, Aubrey pointed to the scrape on her knee as her father explained. "Thought I'd bring her to you to get her fixed up."
"Rightly so," Aubrey's mother gave him a stern-but-playful glare, before holding out her hand for Aubrey to take. Wiping her tear-streaked face with the back of her hand, Aubrey placed her hand in her mother's, glancing briefly to her father. He waved at her, then turned and jogged towards the beach to retrieve the surfboards. Her mother tugged gently on her hand, leading her towards the house. "Let's get you fixed up."
