CHARACTER SHEET｡𖦹° FOCUS: ⭐aevry🍎
The biggest lesson aevry has learned is that it’s always the girl on the other side. Nothing satisfactory can be found in the present moment. No gift is large enough, and no deed is too great. There is always something left to be desired, even destruction.
LEGAL NAME: aevry. aevry Vee. Avery. She isn’t sure if there’s any more to her name, but why does it matter? The first letter is enough to assert her importance. A last name would only shatter the beautiful acuteness Avery already provides.
NICKNAMES: aevy ooohah also avry?? Maybe… idk!!!! You guys should give me more nicknames pLEASE!!! The idea of shortening such an impactful name disturbs aevry. The precise nature of the language is something she would NEVER dare to test. The vernacular of her god is flawless and even the idea of altering Avery’s name, she believes, is a crime to the English language.
AGE: 11 All aevry knows is that she is older. Superior.
BIRTHDAY: 3/28/2006
TEXT COLOR: aevry types w/ orange!!! Avery types in standard text.
RELIGION: Avery.
DIETARY RESTRICTIONS: I’m vegetarian!! If you care about animals, you should try it too!! :D
IMPAIRMENTS: Lisp (Rhotacism), color blind (Tritonomaly), mildly allergic to grass. She’s perfect.
OPEN FOR ASKS: YES!!!! In a way. (No)
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:
The mirror has always been quite troubling to aevry. What stands before her is not her features but a reflection of her inner self. Her hair is a treasure chest of all her shattered dreams and lost creativity. Every curl is stretched and strewn. There is no unity or agreement, and all strands run away from one another. The freckles splattered across her pale skin are like distant memories. Each one, she wishes it would fade, but after hours of picking and scratching, she has realized that some damage is too deep to heal. Well, her days of the sun are over now. The once flaky red face she possessed now is translucent and white. Her indoor lifestyle has made her resemble a baby doll with a glazed finish. Although her disposition may seem sorrowful, aevry reluctantly admits it is far from it. She is instead fueled by an inner blaze, kindled by the lack of control in her own life. Her thin lips are cracked from constant use of derogative words. Harboring hate has weakened aevry. She slouches uncomfortably and drags her feet wherever she goes.
aevry’s outfit is disheveled with careworn tights she seldom removes. She refuses to get a new pair, no matter how tattered they are. They disguise the bruises and cuts she has gathered over the years, writing them off as simple imperfections. Her marigold sweater is similarly falling apart, with many holes and pulled threads. Although instead of displaying these disfigurements, aevry has covered them with patches of her favorite fruit, apples. She loves them so much, she often carries a fresh, crisp gala apple in her right hand wherever she goes. To finish off the outfit, aevry wears creased mary janes, white pilling socks, a ruffly denim skirt, and pearls she stole from her mother’s jewelry box.
DEPICTIONS IN ART:
(TYY @foolerene anddd @clxudyxuan)
THEME SONG: Beaches by Beabadoobee
BEHAVIORS: Ever since the birthday party incident, aevry has felt extremely isolated. Not being allowed to have visitors in the void (around Fruit 2.0) has cut down her social hours. These past few months have made her realize how important all of her friends are, so whenever she is permitted to leave, aevry becomes overjoyed and even more exuberant than before. She…
Screams
Kicks her feet
Twirls
Jumps obsessively
And does about everything other annoying 11 year olds would do.
BACKSTORY:
aevry grew up believing she lived a normal life. She never questioned her own existence. She just thought all children grew up with the television as their only friend. Every day was spent inside, watching the weather channel. It always astounded her how accurate the forecast always was. There was never an imperfection in any program she watched.
It was the perfect routine; she would sit on the fluffy yellow pillow with a doily full of an assortment of delicious apples. Her day would sway in the same rhythm as her mother’s rocking chair. Back and forth. Back and forth. Her mother, Viola, was always sitting behind aevry with a beverage she couldn’t pronounce. They would sit in a calming silence as if Viola was a guardian angel. Similar to a watchful spirit, aevry knew she wasn’t supposed to necessarily see or speak to her mother. She would never turn around to look back at her mother. In fact, she couldn’t recall exactly what Viola looked like. aevry hardly even knew what she, herself looked like! All she knew was that she looked a little too much like her dad.
He had divorced Viola before aevry was born, leaving her a distraught single mother. aevry knew her mother did not want children, and maybe that was why she never bought her a single piece of clothing. Ever since she was born, aevry had been swaddled in her father’s colorful button up. It contrasted perfectly with the white, white walls that surrounded her. That was why she never turned around to see her mother sitting with the outside sun against her back. aevry was perfectly content tracing the outline of Viola’s shadow, knowing that even a glimpse of her face was enough to make her mother leave for good.
But watching the forecast predictions was not the most exciting part of the day, no. At 4:03 sharp, Viola would jingle the keys and leave to go out for “cig’rettes.” aevry would quickly turn around to look outside the window, observing how the clouds would swirl in the exact way the TV foretold. It was truly remarkable how perfect the forecast always was! The inspection would continue until 4:15 when a bell would ring from the TV. aevry would rush back to her pillow and kneel.
A girl of precise beauty would appear with perfect ringlets and a melancholic expression. This girl was known to aevry as Avery, and she resembled everything aevry was not. Every single day, Avery appeared to have a locked gaze with someone else. aevry spent many years documenting all of the ways Avery was different from herself. She knew one day, if she was more like Avery, her mother may finally look her in the eyes. Maybe she could also outgrow her dishonorable, lowercase, misspelled name. Maybe, one day, Viola would finally change it and pronounce aevry as a proper noun.
But how? How can one so young completely change herself? It wasn’t clear to aevry until 4:09 on a sunny afternoon.
KNOCK. KNOCK. A package labeled “FRAGILE” was resting on aevry’s front stoop. Nothing had ever been delivered to the house before. Viola would bring back everything they needed in her 4 o’clock outing. Never having opened the door before, aevry’s curiosity got the best of her. She took the heavy box and dragged it into the kitchen. Inside she found a blender named Fruit 2.0.
Despite aevry’s anticipation, it didn’t seem like a remarkable appliance. Even fruit stickers could not liven the metal structure. That was until it began to understand. It was the first person to ever look at aevry, to hear her. And they had something in common too; they both had memorized the infographic that would show up on the TV at the first of the month!
It wasn’t only that, Fruit 2.0 also understood her struggles. He empathized with her yearning. He wanted to help her achieve her best self.
There was a development just off of one of the highways, a little void that Fruit 2.0 had come to know. The day had a lot of firsts for aevry, but leaving her home might have been one of the most thrilling of all. The void would be turned into an apple farm, and aevry would become a food scientist. But most importantly of all, ruthless and sharp bladed blender in hand, she would finally have a choice in what she was made of. She could now become what she deserved.
A note written by aevry describing Avery’s features. Date: Unknown
RELATIONSHIP CHART: wip!!!
Hi!! I hope you enjoyed this rework of aevry’s character sheet!! I was rereading my old one, and it felt soo random. My goal with this is to put all the minor characters on a separate post since I have a lot more characters involved in this then I did when I made my sheet back in November (wow almost a year!!!)
⚠️ATTENTION!⚠️
This is a roblox myth! You should play my unfinished games :))))))))))) They all connect/teleport to one another, so just keep playing until you find them!!!
fruit2.0 makes the best fruit smoothies :)
Yes thank you for reading, it means a lot to me!!! Please please reach out, I love talking to people!! Have a good day💛💛 -Avery
