Avery June Macharius

[Avery Macharius]

JUJU BEAN! STOLE YOUR HEART;

They call me JUNE and I've shot for the moon 19 times.
You know you all love me and you can contact me via BY PM.
Ktxbi.

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» There Goes my Hero;

THe birth certificate reads AVERY JUNE MACHARIUS
But Everyone Calls Me AVA, AVERY JUNE, JUJU BEAN, SKITTLES
Ive Been Breaking Hearts for 19 years
The say I Am Stable hand, and waitress
Ive Been Told I Look Like BRITANNY FLICKINGER

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» Rock and Roll, Baby.;

I am so tall 5' 6"
And I Weigh 128 lbs.
Ive Bee Ninked And Pierced ..:Snakebites on lower lip, right side
..:Belly button pierced
..:5 piercings up right ear, 2 up right ear and a bar through the top of right ear
..:A vine of brightly colored flowers up the full length of her spine -> premium1.uploadit.org/sharkboy//lily-small.jpg
..:Tattoo of an A on back of neck -> adamgf.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/a-tattoo_small.jpg
..:Music tattoo on the inside of left wrist -> www.tattooparadise.info/images/Music_is_Love_by_hobotehkitteh.jpg
They always say I look like Avery is about of average hight, and her build is slim, and athletic from playing sports, doing gymnastics, and taking dance classes from the time she was 6 years old. Her body is curvy, with pronounced hips and full breasts for her size. Not to big, not to small. Her legs are long, and toned thanks to all the sports she does, including riding. The rest of her body is decieving, as it looks rather delicate, but is made up of hard muscle, through and through. There's not really an ounce of fat on her. She also has 3 tattoos, located on various areas of her body. The first is on the inside of her left wrist and is a treble cleff surrounded by 2 hearts. If she pulled her hair over either shoulder, you would get a glimpse of an elaboratly designed capitol A on the back of her neck. The other is located on her back, and is a large piece of artwork that stretches all the way up the full length of her spine made of a vine of multiple different kinds of brightly colored flowers.

Her hair is long, thick and dark and hangs pin straight down to the middle of her back in choppy layers cut and styled in an emo hair cut. It's thick and shiny, and when the light hits it just right, you can see the auburn and deep red natural highlights in her hair. She has big, intelligent, chocolate brown eyes that are framed by thick, long lashes. When you look into them, it's like lookign straight into her soul. Her face is made up of high cheekbones, soft, porceline skin, and a full, rosebud mouth. Her nose is small, and straight, and her teeth are straight and white without the need of braces. Her smooth skin was only slightly tanned despite having living in Los Angeles, California all her life. Small spiderbitesare on her lower lip on the right side, and she has her belly button pierced as well. Five piercings run up the length of her right ear, but there are only two on her left along with a slim, bar through the top of her ear.

Avery has a rather daring nature, and it shows in her clothing. She likes to wear brightly colored skinny jeans, and novelty T-shirts. Most of her clothing comes from Hot Topic or other stores like it. Other than her boots that she wears to ride and work around horses, she usually has on high tops, or converse sneakers of all different colors and patterns. She owns several different thumb rings and usually has one on at all times, along with several bracelets. She doesn't normally wear necklaces, even though she does own a few. To work around horses and to ride she has a pair of scuffed and worn brown leather boots as her everday pair, and also keeps a nicer pair of black ones for when she shows. In the barn she wears fitted, low rise jeans that usually are faded and have rips in them with long T-shirts or tank tops. Her hair is usually down, with little styling besides a fun bow stuck randomly in it sometimes or else up in a ponytail with multiple bobbypins stuck in it to keep the layers back and out of her face.

This Is What Makes Me Stand Out ..:Eyes
..:Daring style
..:Haircut

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» Chances Taken, Hope Embraced;

I Adore ..:Music
..:Writing
..:Drawing, painting
..:Helping people
..:Figuring out "hard to read" people
..:The color lime green
..:Blue, purple, silver, and orange nail polish
..:M&M's
..:Hazel, and blue eyes
..:Reading
..:Listening to her I-Pod by herself
..:Draft horses
..:Snakes
..:Dogs
..:Sweet, fruity, alcholic drinks
..:Softball, volleyball, yoga, gymnastics
..:Dancing
..:Sunglasses
..:Lilies, and tulips
..:Hollywood Undead
I Abhor ..:Stuck up pricks
..:Mean people
..:The color pink
..:People who think she's shy because she's quiet
..:Closed minded people
..:Email
..:High heels
..:Most reality television shows
..:Beer, drugs
..:Baseball
..:Guys who all they think about is sex
..:Most blonde girls
..:Cheerleaders
..:Headbands
..:Peanut butter
..:Horror movies
..:Daisies
..:Her mother
..:Big groups of people
..:Arabians
..:Cats
I Rock ..:Forgiving people
..:Loving everyone until they prove they aren't worthy anymore
..:Being strong for others even when she's falling apart inside
..:Writing, sketching, and composing music, singing
..:Having patience
..:Being a smartass
..:Western/bareback riding
I Suck ..:Trusting people too easily
..:Always believing there's good in everyone
..:Math (she's not very good at all...)
..:Always saying whats on her mind
..:Guys with dark hair, dark eyes, and a quiet, brooding look to them
..:English
..:Small children
I Do ..:Doesn't meet people's eyes when she's nervous, scared, upset, ect.
..:Bites nails when reading or composing
..:Picks fights when bored
..:Horses manes and tails always have to be combed out before riding
I Want ..:To become a world reknowned barrel racer
..:Successfully breed and raise her own horses
..:Get a steady boyfriend
I Fear ..:Never getting anywhere in the world
..:Dying alone
..:Spiders, fish, and sharks
I Shut up ..:Secretly fears "little people"
..:Hasn't ever met her little sister, and hasn't spoken to her mother in years
..:Her mother hates her because she's to much like her father.
I am PERSONALITY -- Avery's always honest, and says what's on her mind 24/7 whether she should or not. It often times gets her into a lot of hot water with people but she usually gets out of it with an apology and her sweet personality helps. Overall, she's a sweetheart, but she's got a quick wit and can be a smartass though most of her comments are meant only in fun. Unless you piss her off, then she's got a temper though it usually dies out pretty quickly without a grudge being held. Avery is fun-loving, and cares about everyone, no matter what. She hates not being able to help people more than anything.

She can also be a little to trusting sometimes, and forgives easily which more often than not ends up with her getting used and hurt. Avery is a little bit of a firecracker, and loves to fight. Not meaningless, verbal fights, but physical fights. Ones where she gets to swing and hit. Another downfall of hers, though she never gets hurt badly enough to go to the hospital.

Avery's rather quiet too, but not shy. She'll talk to anyone but she's not the best at keeping small talk going which is why she comes off as shy to most people who don't know her. She's also fairly intelligent and intellectual as well. True to an artist, she's artistic (duh) and creative, her brain's always working to come up with different ways to do things than normal. Sketching and pencil drawings is what she's best at, and she likes being alone, and outside to do them. Avery's also really athletic, and loves most types of music. Her taste is rather varied in that aspect, ranging from rap, to pop, to jazz and blues.

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» I Know I Won't Be Home At All;

I Came From Mother: Laurel Mae Dunn. 35 years old. Nurse.
..:She has a slim build much like Avery, and her hair is almost the exact same shade as Avery's maby a shade lighter. In fact, they could be twins. The only difference is her mother's eyes are a light, ice blue and her personality is bitchy, overbearing, and a little high maitnence.
Father: Zachary Gage Macharius. 37 years old. Tattoo artist.
..:He's tall, well over 6 foot, with a muscled body covered in tattoos and a few piercings. His eyes are the exact shade as Avery's, and his hair is jet black. His personality is much like Avery's, creative, free, and easy-going.
Step father: David Jones Shay. 40 years old. Lawyer.
..:He's 6 foot tall even, with wavy blonde hair and hazel eyes. His body's a little soft, but still slightly muscled. His personality is quiet, and sweet but he can be strict when the time calls for it.
I Share My Dna With Catari Janea Shay. 4 years old. No job.
..:She looks like a pixie is the best way to describe her. Long, pale bonde curls that hang down to her butt and big blue eyes, much like Avery's except for the color. She's tiny, and almost delicate looking, but a bit of a tomb-boy. Her personality is like her father's, but she has a bratty streak in her that she gets from her mom.
I Come From Los Angeles, California
But I Live Here Now Pinewood, West Virginia
This Is Who I was August 1, 1991, Los Angeles, California. A beautiful baby girl was born to 16 year old Laurel Mae Macharius and 18 year old Zachary Gage Dunn. They named her Avery June Dunn Macharius. Even though Avery was born to teenage parents who weren't exactly expecting or had planned for her, she got everything she could have possibly needed or wanted. Instead of putting her up for adoption like her parents had known they were going to do, as soon as they saw her the day she was born, they couldn't let her go. She was a beautiful baby, big brown eyes, and cute, round face.

For the first 5 years of Avery's life, she was raised by her grandparents mostly while her parents got through high school and tried to find work. Just a few weeks after her 3rd birthday, her father finally snagged a small apartment, just big anough for the family to live comfortably. Avery still spent a lot of time at either of her grandparents because both of her parents were working towards fullfilling their dreams and getting steady jobs for the sake of Avery. Her mother was going to college almost full time now, while working a night job as a waitress to help make ends meet, so Avery hardly saw her at all. Her father she saw more, but still not as often as most normal toddlers did. He was working numerous odd jobs to help pay the bills and to supply the family with their most basic neccessities, all while also trying to save up enough money to start his own tattoo shop.

Avery had always been an artistic, creative, and curious child. Always asking questions about things that most kids her age would never have thought to ask about. She loved to be outside, listened to a lot of music, and was a very social girl. She had a passion for nature and animals, especially horses. She also loved to draw and paint things herself, rather than color in coloring books like most girls her age did. So when she hit 5 years old, and her father finally had enough money to start his own tattoo shop (with the help of his parents), Avery started to spend loads of time in his shop with him. Her mother was still going to college and working, so she had no clue what was going on. She barely had enough energy when she got home to give her daughter a kiss goodnight before she crashed.

Avery and her father developed a strong bond between them, much more so than the bond between Avery and her mother since Avery hadn't seen her a lot ever since she passed 3 years old. In fact, before she turned 10 years old, Avery had no memory of ever having spent quality time with her mother. Even though Avery had her mother's classic beauty, and some of her little habits that developed later on in her life, her personality was almost a carbon copy of her father's. Creative, artistic, and outspoken. Her father let her help out in the shop a lot, and often times she would be down there most of the night with her father. Whatever she wanted, her father would find a way to get it for her. But Avery didn't become spoiled, she didn't get bratty. She rarely ever asked for anything unless it was something she really wanted. Like paints, drawing supplies, easels, note paper, colored pens, CD's, an I-Pod, anything that had something to do with her creative side.

When she hit 6 years old, she became really interested in gymnastics, dance, and other sports. So, her father enrolled her in classes and she immedietly took to everything she tried, and more often than not, stuck with it. Though tattooing was still Avery's passion even at that young age. By the time she was 10 years old, her fathers shop was very popular and successful in LA, and her mother was now out of college and working in a nearby hospital as a nurse for one of the hospital's most highly paid doctors. Even though Avery now got to see her mother more often now, they still didn't have the same connection on the same level as Avery and her father. Because of her mother not being around a whole lot during her younger years, they'd missed out on that prime bonding experiance. As a result, this lead to a lot more strain in their relationship when Avery hit her early teens, mainly when Avery was between 12-14 years old. They never had that mother-daughter connection all of Avery's friends did with their mothers, though she never resented her mother for doing what she did. The only reason her mom had gone to school at that time was so Avery could have a better life when she was older, and Avery couldn't hate her for that. They still fought alot though.

In middle school, Avery was a straight A student much like her mother. It soon became apparent that not only had Avery gotten her mothers gorgeous face and body that the guys so loved, but that she had also gotten her mother's brains. She excelled in every subject, especially the arts, no surprise there. She had been taking art classes, music classes, and singing classes since she was 6 years old and was still taking them all only at a much higher level now. She played softball, volleyball, did gymnastics, and even yoga sometimes in addition to her classes. She even started taking riding lessons at a nearby stable that was just outside LA after she expressed an interest in it to her father. The one subject she had trouble with was math. Avery had to devote hours and hours of study time to her math classes just to keep them at a low A level. But she did, all through school.

Bu then, when Avery was 14 years old, her parents got divorced. Tension had been building between her parents for awhile now, because of how much Avery was like her father. It really irritated her mother to see this, as she was a rather controlling person and not having been able to turn Avery into a mini version of herself really pissed her off. They finally ended it just a few months after she turned 14. The divorce was ugly, and of course, she chose to stay with her father. Avery spent every other weekend with her mother at her apartment though things were never right between them. After a year of this, her mother got remarried to a 40 year old lawyer from Chicago. Immediatly after getting married, Avery's mother moved to Chicago with her new husband, and about a month later got pregnant with another little girl. Avery didn't visit her after she moved, knowing she wasn't welcome there, not that she ever was anyone. She never got the chance to ever meet her little sister.

Avery kept her straight A status all through high school even though she started spending more and more time down in her fathers tattoo shop and started focusing more on her sports, riding and art, music, and writing classes. As a 16th birthday present, Avery's father tattooed a treble cleff with two hearts surrounding it on the inside of her left wrist. It was Avery's first tattoo and she loved it. Avery was now becoming a very accomplished rider as well as an artist and musician, having shown in many shows on the stable's horses that she took lessons at. She soon grew to love the sprt as much as anything else she did, maby even more than even tattooing.

It also soon came to her father's attention that Avery also had inherited his wild streak. She partied a lot, and had many different boyfriends, more often than not the boyfriends lasting only a week with Avery before she cast them off. But it didn't affect her grades, she didn't land in jail, and she wasn't turning into a slut who slept around with everyone, so her father didn't care much just as long as he knew where she was and who she was with at all times. In retrospect, Avery knew this was probably giving her a little bit more freedom than really safe, but of course, she never argued with it. But she never abused her freedom either, knowing that if she ever crossed the unsaid boundries she knew her father had set, she would be in deep shit.

She had a lot of friends, and was very popular in her high school not only with the boys but all the girls loved her too. Because she wasn't mean or snarky to other people just because she was popular. She was still the same sweet girl she always had been, though she did love to fight. More than once she would come home from parties with a bruise or two and some scratches but she was still smiling and the fights never got serious enough for her to get sent to the hospital.

Avery got her second tattoo (an elaborate A on the back of her neck) when she turned 17. One of her father's best artists in his shop designed it for her, and with her father's permission, tattooed it on her for her 17th birthday. Avery had now started learning the art of tattooing, and had even put one on her dad designed and tattooed on him herself. She was an amazing artist and had creativity to spare. Her two passions now were riding and tattooing, with music still in a close 3rd to those two.

She had plans to work at her dad's shop after she graduated, with absolutely no intention of going to college. Her mother would have been furious if she knew this, but since they never spoke anymore, she didn't know, nor did she really care anymore. As an 18th birthday/graduation present, all of her dad's shop worked together on a large tattoo to stretch all the way up her spine. It was a vine filled with a collection of many different types of brightly colored flowers. She graduated with top honors and an invitation to attend Julliard in the fall for her musical abilities that had also grown immensly in her high school years. Though her father encouraged her to accept, Avery refused the offer and stayed to work in her father's shop for him.

Avery became quiet good at tattooing, and for a few months after she graduated she stayed at her father's shop. Soon she began getting restless though, and wanted to see what else the world had to offer besides LA. So, she packed up the small truck that her father had bought her, loaded up her 2 snakes and puppy, and set off on an extended road trip across the country. She banking on her savings and her father's occasional financial aid to keep her afloat on this trip.

She was on the road for months, slowly winding her way across the country towards the East Coast. She found Pinewood, West Virginia almost on a fluke, stumbling across it one day as she was driving up towards New York. She immediatly loved it, seeing all the barns, and horse pastures that seemed to occupy every spare area in the town. Riding and horses were the two things she'd missed the most while being on the road. More than once the thought crossed her mind about settling down and living here, but there was thing that settled it- A horse.

She found Indi while she was walking around town one day trying to decide yet again if she should stay or not. She saw the poster advertising him for dirt cheap and he came with everything needed to take care of him. Blankets, tack, grooming supplies, a few bales of hay and whatever grain they had left. Apparently the owner's daughter had been riding for only a few months and now she no longer wanted him so they needed to get rid of him ASAP. But she got a surprise when they told her that included in the deal was another horse. An Appaloosa mare. She hadn't been ridden much, but Avery took her anyway as she didn't have much choice in the deal if she wanted Indi, and she had been wanting a mare for awhile.

After only one ride on Indi, Avery fell in love and that sealed the deal for her. She was staying in Pinewood. Dipping into her savings to buy him, she kept pulling from her savings to put a down payment on a tiny house just big enough for her and her pets. Finding Pinewood Stables, she immediatly boarded Indi there and began looking for work so she could start her life.

Pets: Roman. 1 year. Male. Black pomeranian. www.doggies.com/imageuploads/1234463016_Pomeranian3-ed.jpg

Ash. 14 years. Female. Lavender corn snake. board.reptilechannel.com/Uploads/Images/146819ce-102e-4a89-9666-8140.jpg

Teddy. 5 years. Male. Ultramel blood corn snake. www.moreptiles.com/UB2006_5.JPG
This Is Who I am It's good, would be better if she wasn't so lonely.

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» This Heart It Beats;

I Lust Straight
I Love ..:Longish dark hair
..:Dark or blue eyes
..:Quiet
..:Tall
..:Athletic
..:Smells good yet still masculine
..:Killer smile
..:Intelligent
..:5 o' clock shadows
..:Protective
..:Secretly romantic
..:Piercings and tattoos
..:Long eyelashes
I Loathe ..:Demanding
..:Abusive
..:Drunk all the time
..:Egotistical
..:Short
..:Short hair
..:Full beards, sideburns, or mustaches
..:Stick bodies, no muscle or definition anywhere
Maybe I loved Most boyfriends she doesn't even remember because most of them barely lasted a week before she exchanged them for a new one. She does remember one relationship vividly, but it's one she would much prefer to forget all together because he abused and raped her multiple times before she finally took him to court.
Maybe I Didnt N/A

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» This Is How We'll Dance;

I Bow Down dude
I Am Awesome Scarlett shivered and shoved her small hands even deeper into the pocket of her deep blue pull-over sweatshirt. She was always cold, no matter the weather. Her sweatshirt had in huge, neon pink letters 'Sex?' written on the front. She didn't remember where she had gotten it, she just remembered that she'd thought it was funny. Her jeans were her favorite pair, faded and worn with rips and rub marks scattered across the thighs, and knees of the jeans. Her, big blue eyes stared straight ahead of her, not really seeing anything as she walked down Piper Pier. She was to consumed with her thoughts to be paying any attention to her surroundings. Her long, curly blonde hair bounced happily as she walked. Scarlett was never one to straighten it, unless for a special occasion. Even when it's natural ringletts and waves got completely out of control, like tonight. It was curling and flowing wildly, but it somehow made her all the prettier. It wasn't frizzy like most girls who had thick, curly hair like hers. It was soft and smooth, with a healthy shine to it.

She was really just walking anywhere to stay out of the house for as long as possible. Her step-dad was in one of his 'moods' which ment she had better get her ass out of there pronto unless she wanted to become the toy he used to fix his mood. Somehow her train of thought lead her to thinking about where she was. She was at the pier. On the bridge that was a hell of a long drop to the choppy waters below. Nobody would survive that drop, and if they did, they would drown pretty quickly.

Suddenly she stopped and turned to the railing, looking out over the water. Slowly, she stepped up to the railing, gripping it so tightly that her already pale hands turned even whiter from the strain. She stepped up onto the railing, slipping her tiny feet easily through the bars.

Closing her eyes, she breathed in deeply, smelling the salty breeze and feeling the sun's last rays on her face before it set completely. Deliberatly, she unwrapped her hands from around the top bar, and leaned out over the water below her, staring down at it, not scared but more contemplating. She was so small, she figured she would die the instant she hit the water. No pain, no suffering like she had endured every day of her life since her father died when she was 7 years old. Quick, and painless. It would be a fast and easy release from this hell she called her life.

Closing her eyes again, she leaned even farther out, spreading her arms wide, allowing the breeze to whip her curls behind her face. Her feet lifted off the bottom rail, and she balanced precariously on her stomach over her death below, and the safety of the boards below her feet behind her. One small shift either way would decide her fate.

Calmly, she thought about her father and brother, who loved her more than anything. Her father was gone now, so hopefully if she went through with this, she would be with him. But then on the other hand, her brother was still alive. He would be crushed when he found out she had commited suicide.

But she couldn't live like this anymore. The drugs she was doing would kill her sooner or later, and if they didn't, her step-dad would fairly soon. His beatings and 'visits' to her room were getting more and more frequent and a lot rougher. Bruises covered her thin body, along with scars, fresh and old, and new open wounds that she'd done her best to patch up.

He sure as hell wouldn't care if she killed herself. He would just be pissed that he'd lost his little toy. Her own mother wouldn't give a damn either. Sure, she'd pretend to be sad, putting on the devistated parent act for awhile before forgetting about her only daughter forever, not caring at all. So really, it was only her brother who would care. But, sooner or later, he would move on, get over it and go on with his life. He knew she would want him to be happy no matter what happened to her. He would also know why she did it. He knew what was going on with her mom and step-dad. He had tried many times to gain custody over her and get her away from them, but soon her step-dad put a restraining order on him. She hadn't spoken to him in almost a year because of it.

Finishing her good-byes to the him and the world, she slowly started tipping herself forward to her death below, hoping no one would try to save her and then call her parents. The only thoughts running through her head were 'Finally. No one will care. So why not end it now?'

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Thanks Isa for helping =]

[Charlie Parker]

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