LEWIS, aneira rhian

[aneira]

ANEIRA RHIAN LEWIS !?
'You might think I'm bulletproof but I'm not.'

FULL NAME Aneira Rhian Lewis
NICKNAMES An, Ra
AGE Looks 19, is 361
GENDER Female
BIRTHDAY 28th July
SPECIES Fallen Angel
ALLIANCE Neutral
SEXUALITY Bisexual

PLAY-BY Taylor Swift
EYES Blue, almond shape
HAIR Shoulder length, curly blond hair.
BODY TYPE Slim
HEIGHT 5' 11"
WEIGHT 145lbs
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES None, unless you count the scars on her back from her wings.
STYLE Aneira isn't a big fan of jewelry, usually sticking to a simple necklace and a watch. She pretty much always wears a watch, claiming her wrist feels naked without one. She tends to stick to the classic jeans and tee combination, though she has no particular favored style. She wears whatever she feels looks nice on her and is comfortable. She's most commonly found with a leather jacket and a pair of Converse. She doesn't wear much make-up, usually keeping it simple with mascara and lip gloss.

LIKES

• Running
  
• Swimming
  
• Horse riding
  
• Writing
  
• Reading
  
• Rain
  
• Speed
  
• Individuality
  
• Music
  
• Painting
  

DISLIKES

• Snow
  
• Disrespect
  
• Being fussed over
  
• Being underestimated
  
• Being overestimated
  
• Idiocy
  
• The colour pink
  
• Slowness
  
• Early mornings
  
• Pessimism
  

STRENGTHS

• Reads people easily
  
• Friendly
  
• Can talk her way out of bad situations
  
• Has a lot of useless knowledge
  

WEAKNESSES

• Never admits being wrong
  
• Hates to loose
  
• Blunt
  
• Easily;y distracted
  

HABITS

• Bites her lip
  
• Cracks her knuckles
  
• Chews on her hair
  

FEARS

• Dying. She's terrified that she'll die and end up in hell for breaking the rules.
  
• Falling in love and getting rejected by the one she loves.
  
• Becoming a parent. She thinks she'd be a horrific mother.
  

DESIRES

• She really wants to find her soul mate.
  

SECRETS

• She'd love to became some super famous author or painter, but doesn't actually want to publish any of her stories she's written.
  

OVERALL
Aneira is a generally happy person. She likes to smile and laugh and to make others smile and laugh. She adores making new friends of any species or alignment, though she finds it more difficult to connect with those who are on the Dark side, simply because she doesn't agree with hurting people for no real reason. Still, she makes an effort to not judge people based on alliances or anything other than their character. She can be rather sarcastic and blunt and she's not able to be false with people. If she doesn't like you, she won't talk to you. And if she does have to talk to you, she'll be pretty short and snappish. Aneira loves any and all types of art, whether it be music or painting. She loves to listen to music, though she can't play any instruments or sing, and utterly adores painting.

Aneira is always looking for the silver lining and is a pretty huge optimist. She tries to find the best in people, though she understands that some people simply aren't all that good. She loves to ride horses and go fast in cars with the top down. They're the closest things she can get to flying without going skydiving or something similar. She delights in going fast in everything but relationships, which is the only thing she thinks it's best to go slow with. She detests getting up early in the morning, though she can and will do so when she has to. She's just never happy about it.

MOTHER Ceri Elena Lewis nee Jenkins, 38, deceased
FATHER Sam Daniel Lewis, 41, deceased
SIBLINGS None
OTHER PERSONS OF IMPORTANCE None currently
ETHNICITY Welsh
WEALTH STATUS Not excessively rich, but she has a fair bit of money in her savings.
OVERALL
Aneira was born in a small village in Wales. The birth was not an easy one and both she and her mother nearly died. Thankfully, they both survived and Aneira was generally a healthy baby. The three lived in a fairly large house, since her parents were middle-class and pretty well off. She and her parents lived longer than most people did at that time, though Aneira is unsure why. From what she knows now, she's pretty sure she shouldn't have lived as long as she did. Either way, she did, and she was married off at age thirteen to an older gentleman. Aneira hated him and flat out refused to father his children, causing her to get beaten quite a few times.

Aneira's parents died when she was sixteen, and she was left everything. Able to stand on her own two feet now, she left her husband and moved into her family home. She was given a fair amount of scorn for being an unmarried woman at this point, but Aneira didn't care. Instead, she dedicated her life to bettering other's lives. She helped as many people as she could, opening her house as an inn for those without anywhere else to go. She provided them with food, water and a warm place to sleep. She was quickly looked upon as a small town heroine for helping the homeless and poor, and Aneira loved it. She felt better for making others feel better, and everything was going very well.

A few weeks after her nineteenth birthday, Aneira fell ill. Her health decorated rapidly and within a week of contracting the illness, she died. She was completely surprised when she was given the option to become a guardian angel but she quickly agreed. Aneira loved following around her human, Jasper. She chose to protect him by becoming a trusted friend, and she spent a lot of her time acting as a human with him. Aneira started to fall for him and he started to fall for her. She knew it was against the rules so stopped herself from sharing the feelings shharboredd or letting them go anywhere. After around a year or so, Jasper confronted her and confessed his feelings and she told him she felt the same but that nothing could ever happen.

However, Aneira found she wasn't able to resist him and they started a relationship in secret. Of course, nothing can be kept secret for long and the relationship was found out. Aneira was stripped of her wings. Devastated, she turned to Jasper for comfort only for him to turn her away, saying he didn't want anything to do with her anymore. She's certain that this was part of her punishment, though it didn't lessen the hurt. She left Wales at that point, instead choosing to wander the Earth. She traveled through many countries and got over her lost love quickly after figuring out he wasn't her soul mate. Instead, she know searches for her soul mate in hope of love once more.

When she heard of the issues going on here, she decided to move and try to help in any way she could without having to actually fight. She's also hoping her soul mate might be here.

NAME/ALIAS Lily
AGE Old enough :3
TIME ZONE GMT 0
HOW YOU FOUND US Affiliate button on Let There Be Darkness/Voices In My Head
OTHER CHARACTERS None
RP SAMPLE

Her head was screaming at her to get away. Adrenaline pulsed through her as her ‘fight or flight’ reaction set in. She had to leave before she snapped and spilled; because she didn’t want to and she was 95% sure Gabe didn’t want it either. Not that she would know, she hadn’t talked to him in years. Jamie didn’t even know why she was attempting this conversation. It was going to end up awkward and uncomfortable in the end, thought it was already pretty much there. This was her fault and she taken responsibility for it but Merlin, it hurt. It hurt not to have him there, not to talk to him. It hurt to know he hated her. Because how could he not, after everything that had happened? That hurt the most. Despite the absurdity of it, despite the fact there was no way she should still feel the way she did, she cared for him. Too much, far too much. She was certain she didn’t love him anymore because there was no way that could have survived so long, but the deep feelings of affection and protection she had harboured in Third Year were still present, still strong in her heart.

Her breath hitched in her throat when he sat next to her. She glanced over at him briefly before returning to staring at the ground, pulling up a handful of grass. She fiddled with the thin blades just to do something. The restless energy she had experience earlier that morning was back in full force and this time simply going for a walk wasn’t an option. Even though part of her was desperate to run from Gabe and the feelings he inspired in her, the majority of her simply refused to move. She had missed him so much. So very much, and being with him now was a dream come true, literally. Well, it would be if the awkwardness plaguing the air would bugger off. Jamie reached up and ran a hand through her hair absently before rubbing the back of her neck nervously. She shot Gabriel a sly glance out of the corner of her eye when he told her he was fine. Despite the fact that his voice was obviously strained, she believed him. She knew him, and she knew that loosing someone wouldn’t destroy him. Hurt him, yes, but a manageable pain.

Jamie felt the forced aspect of this entire meeting and she hated it. Talking to Gabe had been easy before. She could talk to him about anything for hours and never get bored and she wanted that again. She wanted to hear his opinions on things and wanted him to want her opinions. But that was selfish and she wouldn’t be selfish with him. He deserved someone better than her, someone who wouldn’t abruptly stop talking to him for no perceived reason. And though the very thought of Gabe being with someone that wasn’t her was agonizing (And Merlin, how stupid was that?), she knew that was what was best for him. She wanted him to be happy and it was becoming painfully obvious that she didn’t make him happy anymore. Why did that fact hurt so much? It shouldn’t but it did. Oddly enough, things with Gabe were always like that. They shouldn’t but they did. She had loved that about him. She still did, really. Everything about him was just amazing in her eyes and she was sounding like a lovesick character from a cliché novel but it was true.

He asked her if she was alright and Jamie nearly let loose a hysterical giggle. She was intensely curious about why he was asking when it was obvious he didn’t want to be here, but she wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. She never could resist a difficult situation; it seemed ingrained in her personality to get into an awkward situation and stay there because of sheer stubbornness. She wasn’t staying out of stubbornness this time though. She wanted to be here because it was Gabe and that said it all, really. But there was still that small part of her begging to leave, to escape from this and now while she still could.

“I’m okay,” she muttered meekly, and that was strange because she simply wasn’t a meek person. “I’ve been okay.” Hit by a sudden fear that the conversation would end there, her mind raced desperately for something else to say. She wasn’t ready to let this conversation go. “Listen, Gabe…” she trailed off, unsure what to say to finish the sentence. ‘I’m sorry’? ‘I miss you’? It simply wasn’t good enough, but nothing else came to mind.

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