LIONFORD, aeryn mariana

[AERYN MARIANA LIONFORD,]

LIONFORD, aeryn m a r i a n a

betsy oslund – aeryn mariana lionford

whats that in your head?
"a simple melody".

name: Midori
age: Fifteen
roleplaying experience: Five years
roleplaying sample:

There was the sound of a crash and a thud. Normally, Reeda wouldn't have cared, but she reminded herself that she was playing the part of a sweetheart right now. She was practically required to care, even though she honestly didn't want to. With reluctance, she tore her gaze from her book to take a look at what happened.

It wasn't hard to figure out. The encyclopedias were usually neatly stacked one of top of another on a rolling cart. It was a librarian thing to have things looking so clean and organized. Now the encyclopedias were in messy stacks that looked as if they had been used and just tossed back into place. One teetered dangerously on it's side.

Meanwhile, there was a boy lying on the floor. It was highly likely that he fell face-first, and the very thought nearly made Reeda fall off the couch, clutching her sides as she laughed until she couldn't breathe. Others in pain was her enjoyment and entertainment. Despite her desire to laugh right at that moment, she bit her tongue and refrained. Meridiana the Sweetheart would never do such a thing as laughing at someone falling. She'd be the first to fly forward and offer soothing words while freaking out and telling the other occupants of the room to call an ambulance.

When her train of thought ended, Reeda threw her book onto the couch, not bothering to dog-ear the page she left off at. People would know she wasn't truly concerned if she took out a moment to make sure she could go back to what she was reading. She jumped off the couch and hurried towards the fallen boy, allowing a concerned expression to make it's way onto her face.

There were sounds of stifled laughter coming from the other people in the library who saw the fall, but she sent them a fierce glare to shut them up. If she wasn't allowed to laugh, then there was no way that she'd allow them to. Most people would think that Reeda was trying to defend the poor boy. After all, no one liked being laughed at after an embarrassing incident such as tripping and falling. The reality was that her reasons were selfish. She had no pity for clumsy people. She expected them to get up and brush themselves off before walking away like nothing happened. It was what she would do if it weren't for the fact that most people offered a hand to her when she fell, because they generally considered it far too heartless to laugh when a cute, innocent-looking girls got hurt.

Reeda paused for a moment to push the teetering encyclopedia back into it's original place before it fell and further injured the boy. Just as quickly, she got down on her knees and placed a gentle hand on his back as she offered a hand to help him up. A faked look of concern was set as her expression as she softly asked, "Oh, gosh, are you okay?"

when you think things are getting better
"remember we're best friends for never".

full name: Aeryn Mariana Lionford
nickname: Aer
age: Nineteen
band, position: Barbie the Dyke, roadie
sexual orientation: Straight
hometown: New York, New York

this is the way out!
"this is my home now".

how did you get here: I think that anyone who looks at how I live can see that I haven’t really had the easiest life in the world. As a kid, everything was kind of okay. My parents loved each other even if my mother’s parents had disapproved of their marriage and had disowned her. Sure, they were rich, but you know that they say about how money can’t buy happiness. We were all close-knit, and back then, I really happy. Life seemed to be all fine and dandy, but then it all changed when I was seven.

It’s so easy to manipulate children, and that’s precisely what my father did. I caught him in the act of having an affair, and though I didn’t understand what was going on back then, he made sure I would keep my lips zipped by telling me that it would be our little secret. Of course, he wasn’t the one who got slapped and yelled at a year later, when Mom found out that he was far from faithful despite all that sacrifices she had gone through. Things were never really the same after that. We constantly needed money, and I really understood what it meant to be poor. I mean, yeah, Mom was never really as affectionate after the whole fiasco, but I did know that she cared and that she was hurt, so I swore to protect her and do whatever I could so that she wouldn’t have to suffer so much.

I guess I never really expected my mom to actually make me work out and help, but what she wanted me to do was the most surprising. While most mothers often fussed over how their daughters shifted from a conservative look to rather revealing look, mine actually promoted it. She always made sure my skirt was hiked up high and my shirt gave a nice view to whoever saw me, saying that I needed to rope in a guy who was well-off to be happy, and to be honest, I really believed her. I wasn’t happy about it, but I could understand a lot of what she was saying. Unfortunately, the whole concept was to help was mother by doing something I hated or to pursue my dreams of dancing, only to let her down. In the end, everything got messed up, and all the lines blurred so there wasn’t anything I could clearly love or hate anymore. All I did was act like a whore and cheat people out of their money while have a best friends with benefits on the sidelines, and I always kept him there by using guilt.

It all kind of ended without my having a say in it when my mother committed suicide. She jumped out the window of a small, worn down apartment on the sixth story of a building, and I used to blame myself for everything, but I’m getting better now. I’m still kind of bitter about what happened, but it’s not as if my world is falling apart, and it doesn’t feel like I’m the person who ruined everything. Lately, my cousin Vienna has been nagging me to join her while she travels around as a make-up artist for a band. She doesn’t want me hanging around some ragtag apartment all by myself, and now that there’s news that they’re coming to New York, I think I really might take her up on that offer.

we're on a misson
"and we'll take our time".

likes:
• Nail polish
• Putting make-up on others 9she specifically uses make-up that isn’t tested on animals)
• Dancing, gymnastics, and kick line
• Escapes
• Watching things fall over
• Being loved and cared for
• Watching movies (anything except for horror)
• Partying until she can’t even stand anymore
• Pulling hair (Others' hair, of course)
• Disappointing and letting down others
• Getting into cat fights
• Flowers
• Being wanted, but not so much being needed
• Tempting others
• Feeling untouchable
• Things that have secret meanings
• Illusions and magic
• Earning her own rewards
• The color white
dislikes:
• Money
• Short skirts and revealing shirts
• Herself
• Stripper heels
• Feeling anything other than something exact towards others
• Assumptions (made about her)
• Being slapped by anyone other than her mother
• Using people
• Having hopes, dreams, or expectations
• Watching things die
• Putting thought into anything
• Commitment
• Doing what others tell her to do
• Crying
• Exaggeration
• Reality
• Being dependent on others
• The color red