Avery Rosstillo | Neutral ●

[Avery Rosstillo]

Name: Avery Cerise Rosstillo Age: 13 Gender: Female Sexuality: Unsure Faction: Neutral Occupation: Middle School Student Playby: Tales of Zestiria, Edna Traits Positive Quiet Reflective Thoughtful Considerate Peaceful Resourceful Empathetic Negative Jealous/Envious Bitter Clingy Possessive (of items and people) Immature Superficial Cynical "Even the softest of hearts have thorns." History Born into a large French family, Avery was a quiet child among numerous siblings that came before and would come after her. Unassertive even in her cradle years, she was a passive child who required little management and was content to play by herself more often than not. Her world of dolls, plastic horses, and finger paint was enough for her on most days though she did enjoy what attention her parents and siblings gave her. While she certainly loved her father and his caring demeanor as well as most of her siblings, it was her mother who made the largest impact on Avery. The woman was so busy but somehow always there when she needed her, and Avery adored her the most for it. When her mother wasn’t working, Avery was her perpetual shadow. While she rarely claimed to need anything when her mother asked, Avery continued to follow after her, and her mother eventually accepted it and let her be. The girl was content with that. Like her siblings before her, Avery was entered into a few child pageants early in life. While initially uncertain and intimidated by the stage, she soon came to enjoy dressing up and playing princess. She liked being applauded for her simple talents and recognized for her cuter aspects. They made her feel special, individualistic, in an otherwise blindingly large family. Sure each of them had a story of the stage, but to Avery, hers were most important. She liked it so much that she would continue with them as she grew, and in this way, she felt more important overall. While she may not have been more important than any of her siblings to her parents, she was important to the onlooker, or so she felt. Like her mother, Avery learned to play the cello relatively early, and her musical skill became her default 'talent' at pageants as years went by. Rather unwillingly, at the age of instruction, Avery started school. While she didn’t mind learning and actually grew a quick love of stories and history, the subjects she didn’t like were grueling to the girl. While she wanted to complain about homework time and time again, Avery was reminded of how hard her mother worked and rather quickly zipped her lips. Meanwhile, while she tended to get along with everyone she talked to, Avery’s peer groups were not easily established. She didn’t make a best friend whom she hung out with all the time; she didn’t even bring friends home, really. She liked when they talked about how cute she was in pageants but disparaged when they mentioned the siblings that came before her. Her siblings didn’t matter! She was the one right there! She was the one who was right there being nice! Avery never said these things, could never even bring herself to think about them for extended periods of time. Her parents’ raising styles assured her that while she was special, her siblings mattered just as much as her. She felt as though she couldn’t express what she really wanted to and thus put it away as much as possible. Maybe if she showed how smart she was, then she would be set apart from her siblings. Maybe then, she would be recognized as Avery and not just ‘one of the Rosstillo daughters’ that her teachers sometimes referred to her as. She tried so hard in those next few years, she really did. Even the subjects she didn’t like, she tried to do well in. Even the extroverted activities that she would otherwise have not wanted to participate in were done in this effort. It worked somewhat, but she could never get where she wanted. She was always second best or she didn’t shine brightly enough to be acknowledged. It was very upsetting to an elementary schooler. She fell quieter in time and slowly tried to become content with being just that, just another daughter. Avery was nine when the family started going to their summer home in America, and with English as the dominant language, she took to playing ‘mute’ around English speaking Americans. She wrote in English much better than she could speak it, and with pen and pad of paper in hand, she wrote out things to those she needed to speak with. She made very few friends this way, but that was ok. She didn’t really see the point in vacationing in America anyways. It was just something to do, she supposed. She would much rather be at home winning pageants, if she was completely honest with herself. When Avery accidentally expressed such minor desires to her mother in a fit of emotion, her mother suggested trying out for American pageants and perhaps trying out American acting by extension. Avery did just that, and with extensive help and her mother pulling most of the strings, she got into small child acting roles. As school at home continued and she began to start physically changing, Avery became a bit more popular in the ‘at arm’s length’ sort of way. To those who didn’t quite know her, she might have come off as strangely perfect. A cute model, an actress, and rather good grades? And she was willing to speak with others and be civil? Yes, to those who didn’t understand her, she might have been perfect. Inside, Avery didn’t feel perfect. She didn’t feel anywhere close. Being good at anything wasn’t good enough, and it would only get worse those years that she realized how much she hated herself for every little thing she could think of. She contemplated self-harm but couldn’t bring herself to do so out of fear of damaging her skin. People would notice if a doll had a large cut; she couldn’t have that. Even if she wasn’t completely perfect, she couldn’t make herself worse. She couldn’t. Instead, she pushed for more makeup, more things that would make her ‘more mature’ looking. Maybe then she would feel good about herself. It worked for only a little. After a few months, not even that could help her self-esteem. Despite everything, Avery hid this compulsively. A standard vacation to America would end with being sealed in America when the event occurred. Approached by a god who offered a wish, Avery didn’t hesitate to wish for beauty. She wanted to be prettier, cuter, whatever would make people love her more. Her wish was granted, and she grew a bit taller, thinned out even more, and took on a more naturally ‘pretty’ look— the standard for what was deemed pretty by American magazines. She was also bestowed an insignia, power, and a familiar. Since then, she’s won every pageant she’s entered… Though for some reason, it feels like a hollow victory and has left her more gloomy than before. Insignia Level 1 On the palm of her right hand is what appears to be a black beacon symbol. She often covers it up with a glove. Advanced Tracking – level 1— Capable of finding (almost) anyone or anything within the toybox by thought, Avery is able to track people and objects (aside from the gods and proxies, she’s tried and it doesn’t work on them). Her ability to find and track persons/things is directly related to how much she knows about a person or object. The more she knows about whatever it may be, the better she can find and track it. Thus, it is easy to find her siblings or her own lost objects, but it is very difficult to locate someone by just a name and face alone and completely impossible to locate someone using just an alias. The distance between herself and her target can increase the time it take to locate whatever she is trying to find, and she may only track her target in fifteen minute intervals. Her power may only be used three times a day and isn’t fool proof for obvious reasons. Recourse includes extended migraines. Her passive takes the form of various jewelry on her person but often takes the form of a choker necklace she wears frequently. It has a habit of acting like a mood ring when in a relaxed state revealing her hidden emotions not that many recognize this. She can hear its voice in her head. Extra Ave is her most common nickname used both by associates as well as family. Avey is a less common and more endearing nickname that she also accepts. Cerise/Cherry may only be used by her family members without her getting mad. She’s never had a crush and never been kissed. Despite her mild cynicism, she secretly wishes for a knight and shining armor to sweep her off her feet. She still likes painting but doesn’t think herself very good at it. She's a vegetarian but will drink milk and eat eggs. She loves animals, finding them simpler and easier to deal with than people. OOC OOC Name: Nai How did you find us?: the force Other Characters: ---

[Neko]

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