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Aurora Bastille

"The pursuit of happiness is a most ridiculous phrase, if you pursue happiness you'll never find it."
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Name Pronunciation: uh roar uh
Nicknames: Rory Roaruh

Age: 18
Birth date: 12-24-97

plague: Human

Gender: F

Orientation: Pan-sexual, Refers to the earth as Mother, like a goddess.

Tier: 1, and damn proud of it

Pet(s):
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Chey~

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Residence: Out side Washington state, in the upper part of California

Appearance:Her hair is a deep red, almost burgundy, naturally, and her eyes are an insanely Bright shade of blue, like slivers of the sky slipped into her sockets. They are usually alight with joy and laughter. Her forehead is an even curve, devoid of wrinkles in her tan skin. Her eyebrows are usually well kept, and arched in laughter.Her little nose is slightly pointed at the end, and a little turned up, but it doesn't reflect her attitude. Her cheekbones are high, and dusted lightly with a multitude of freckles. Her cheeks are lean, and also dusted with freckles. Her mouth is aways turned up in some kind of smile, be it small or wide. Some freckles can be found here, but not many. Her hair is in loose curs that cascade gently own her back, or are pinned up in a ponytail. Her ears are well shaped, a little elfish, and pierced through twice with small silver hoops. In her little oval shaped nostrils she wears a small silver stud.

Her shoulders are slender, with a wide expanse, but proportionate to her body. Her collarbones stick out slightly, but the muscles that are attached to them are still strong. Her breasts are of middling size, a good match for her frame. Her arms are long and elegant, with piano fingers and oval shaped nails. Her wrists look delicate, but she is strong. With a slim waist she seems petite, but she is very solid, having thick bones and solid feet. her hips are well fleshed and supple, bending with her when she needs to bend, Having spent most of her life outside she is well scarred about the knees and elbows. She wears a tan shirt over a white tank top, with pockets and buttons and a small owl on the breast pocket. Her jean shorts are well worn and faded, but she loves them. She tries not to wear her hiking boots, but keeps them with her.

She carries herself with a bouncy sense of confidence, like she was happy and couldn't help it, that's usually the case. She carries a glow about her that one cannot help but be shone upon by. Her happiness is a tangible thing, it floats around her like a series of dancing wisps. Her legs age well shaped, her thighs being in proportion to her hips, and those to her shoulders and breasts. Her calves are muscular and well tanned, defined and toned. With her fleet feet she can run quickly. Thanks to the tough skin on the bottoms of her feet she can run on most any terrain. She is agile and nimble.

Personal Possessions: an owl, a falconers glove, 2 bottles Aviclear ^tm an avian cold remedy, water additive, two years supply. small knife, two plastic bottles of Dasani, three changes of clothes, a shoulder patch for her owl.

Personality:She is a very kind and generous, not liking to keep things for herself. she is a very light and happy person, not easily put down. Her bright smile and ready quips can lighten any mood. She can make anyone smile, and she dosent even realize shes doing it. He demeanor is sunny and she cant but help to laugh at the world, no matter how dark and dismal it is. She is the perfect person to be around when one is depressed, or in a bad mood. She will do all she can make even the sourest person laugh. With a laugh like a bell and a smile like warm sunshine on your face, she is perfectly suited to any social environment.

Sometimes she doesn't like to talk to people, she can be very shy, very often, but when you do get her to open up to you, she is intuitive and smart. Her zest for life is nearly catching, her laugh its very own plague. She can get sad at times, terribly so, and go into a slight stupor. Staring into space. She can only be woken up by Cheys cries. She will usually respond quickly and feed her with what she could. Her overall demeanor is sunny and carefree. She will tell you straight, truth is best, always. She loves the earth like it was her mother, and treats all nature as so.


Likes: sunsets in winter, the air is clear and the sky turns wonderfully. The spring in the mountains, when all life has begun to awaken, and the earth refreshes herself. A cool breeze after one has been hiking for hours. The view from Kyleir Peak, she could see for miles. The rain in summer, warm fat drops that soaked everything in liquid life, Rainbows, the ones that stretch for miles and you never see the end of, or the small ones at the ends of waterfalls. The piping of newborn birds, ushering in the beginning of a wonderful and glorious life. Birds, their wings are so graceful as they fly, she would do anything for real wings. Taking her Cessna out for a spin, feeling it leave the ground, an all of her worries, behind. Going afield with Chey, mousing her grandmothers vegetable garden. The look in Cheys eyes when she finds prey, and calls out gently to be freed.

Dislikes: Sleeping in a dark room, she needs an open window, no drapes, let the moonlight in! Her own physical features, she thinks shes ugly, and does her best to hide herself when shes around other people.Cheys yearly cold, she hates it, because she gets groggy and sluggish, and snot comes out of her nose. She almost lost Chey to a cold one year, and she doesn't want it to ever come to that again. Getting random calls from telemarketers. It is her money, and if they want it, they will have to earn it like she did. She doesn't like jelly, its texture is just, uuugh, there's something about it that rubs her the wrong way. Her feet are used to being bare, and the bottoms are rough, so when she has to put on pantyhose it irks her. She isn't really a dress person either, not really no. Lies, they irk the shit out of her. If your going to say something, and waste the energy to say it, why not do it right and tell the truth? For fucks sake.... Barking dogs, they just sit there and bark at nothing, she wants to kick them. Hard.

Strengths: She is a strong swimmer, with her well toned arms and thick calves. She was raised by water, a deep cold lake, and is very familiar with boats and waves. She is skilled at drawing, being able to sketch in pencil almost anything realistically. Her favorite subject is Chey, who seems to know she is being drawn, and will freeze. Her mind is sharp, from all of the books she has absorbed into herself. She will sit for hours with a stack of books, losing herself in them.

Weakness: She is very shy, and tends to avoid large groups of people. She has a low self esteem, and tends to underestimate herself. Her arms are a little thin, so people don't think she is as strong as she is, and it adds to her self consciousness. She doesn't understand people all that much, and it confuses her.

Fears: Losing Chey, oh my god does she love that owl, she would do anything for it. She was one of two eggs laid the day her grandfather passed away. The other died a few days later. Chey was the only owl born that whole year, due to the cold and the lack of food, by encroaching housing developments. Someone confronting her about anything, she hates confrontation unless it is necessary.

Goals: She wants to get to Florida, where her parents lived. They had a pleasure yacht, that she wants to get to and sail away, live on the ocean, away from all of the zombies on land. She wants to breed Chey, so when she passes, she will have another companion. She loves owls, and doesn't want to be without them.

Immune?: Pffffft, shes too awesome to be immune

History: She was born in a pool of warm water infused with various herbs and oils, tinted a slight pink with her mothers blood. She didn't cry when she was born, but watched with great big blue eyes, even as the midwife pinched her little bottom. She only pursed her lips and furrowed her brows at her. They were absolutely thrilled at her birth, having been told that upon her fathers low sperm count her mothers cervical opening and uterus were to scarred from repeated infections as a baby, they could never hope to conceive. But after ten years of trying and miscarrying, She stayed with them.

She stayed with them for a while actually, ten months. Her parents were hippies, they only ate the food they grew on their two and a half acres of land, rode bikes into town a few miles up the road, raised their own poultry. They didn't really have a religion, but they knew what was bad and what was good just as well without it. They believed that the earth was most important of all, that they were only little blips of ants scurrying around on her skin for a few seconds then dying. They wanted to protect the earth and keep it clean, so that it would flourish and continue to be beautiful.

She grew up with that sense of forgive and forget, all benevolent attitude. She learned to view the world in a way most people don't. Her mothers father, her grandfather, grew to treasure her, seeing as his wife had died a few months before she was born. She looked so much like her grandmother, the same shape face, the same color eyes and face, hair only shades lighter. He saw her in her and treasured her, showering her with gifts she really never used. Their bond grew as the months went by, and when he had his first heart attack she was right beside his bed.

When she was only five, her parents left her at home, sleeping, and went out to get some milk from the organic store, they were close friends with the owner, and even grew him fruits and vegetables. They, according to the officer, were riding home with a few satchels of goods and a truck full of drunk high school teens tore around the corner, tipping, and rolling over them. Their bodies were tangled in the wreckage, wrapped up in bike parts and stuck through with car ends. The driver and a man in the back were the only survivors of the five involved in the crash. They were rushed to the hospital with serious injuries and in critical condition.

She was in the house, making them whole wheat pancakes and granola yogurt for breakfast, when her Papa walked in, his aged face grim and pale. He took her into his arms and drove her to his house in northern California. He waited until he had gotten her food and a blanket to tell her her parents were dead. He didn't believe in keeping it from her, she would live a fuller life not knowing, but if she knew it wouldn't be a lie. She cried at first, then asked why? and when? and how? He told he what he knew, and though she cried she thanked him, because she knew where her parents were now. They were buried at sea, where they felt their bodies would do the most good. Their guests wore sundress' and shorts, drinking a toast to their friends lives. Tears were to be held, no crying at this funeral.

She grew up in the sanctuary that was her grandfathers plantation. He grew wheat and cotton and corn and tobacco. He bred horses and raised beef cattle. But by far his favorite passion, was breeding owls. He had six breeding pairs. A pair of eastern screeches www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/Eastern_Screech-Owl/id a pair of northern spotties www.fws.gov/arcata/es/birds/NSO/ns_owl.html a pair of Barred www.owlpages.com/owls.php?genus=Strix&species=varia a pair of Great horned Owls www.owlpages.com/gallery.php?section=species&cat=Bubo&sub=virginianus a pair of great grey owls www.owlpages.com/gallery.php?section=species&cat=Strix&sub=nebulosa and Finlay a pair of Barn Owls www.owlpages.com/gallery.php?section=species&cat=Tyto&sub=alba. They were all a very happy group, hunting the area and returning nightly to roost in their allotted boxes. She took to the Barn Owls, seeing their ghostly white faces and big, beautiful black eyes. The female, Chealsea, was all white, rare for an owl. She was even tempered, and let Her handle her. She did her best to stay outside at all times, even making her grandfather come outside and find her. He was strong and solid for his age, healthy as an ox.

Aurora grew to love birds, flying in general. She would give nearly anything to have wings, and when her Papa announced he'd won a plane in a card game, she was thrilled. In all actuality he had bought it for her, but he didn't like to tell her he had spent money on her, she would get mad. They had a landing strip built and he wrote it off as a business expense. She got her license and was flying with in three months. She would run goods back and forth to buyers, and even ferry people that lived in the woods to town for a small fee. She enjoyed her new life at the plantation, and told her mother and father about it every day when she visited the memorial they had built for them on their property.

One year, after she had turned 18, She took out the Cessna to do a routine pickup and drop off, waiting for her Papa to get back from the city where he held his meetings for his company. She took an extra mile to fly over a lake near their property, deep blue and serene, when she felt disturbed, like something wasn't right. She checked her planes controls, and everything was in order. She shrugged and decided to go home, tipping her wings and soaring off. She landed at about loon and walked back to the house, taking a detour through the owl coops. She saw that Chealsea was nudging at the two eggs she had laid a few weeks ago, getting them ready to hatch. She smiled as Chelsea hissed gently at her, watching her with round black eyes.

She made her way into the actual house, and wandered up to her grandfathers r, knocking gently on his door. He did not answer so she ventured to his study. The door was ajar, and she entered with a slight frown. What she beheld there was shocking. On the floor lay her grandfather, prone and gasping. She yelled and called the police, telling them the location, to bring an ambulance please, she didn't want him to die. They told her to be calm and stay on the line, help was on its way. She waited for the ambulance to arrive and rushed out to them, guiding them through the passages and up the stairs. She followed them the whole way down, and they let her in the back of the ambulance.

They arrived in nearly ten minutes, roaring down deserted roads at full speed. Arriving at the hospital she was taken away. She had to be picked up bodily and remove rd from the room. The doctors got him all hooked up to the machines, and ready for surgery. He was taken in at midnight, and came out at two. As he was wheeled into his room the nurses let rory know. She was worried, and had been crying the whole time. He was setup in his room and they let her in. She stayed for the whole night, waiting for him to wake up. When he finally did he smiled at her, thanking her for coming. How was Chelsea? He knew that she had laid, and they were due to hatch any day now. It was supposed to be her last clutch, and he wanted a little owlet from it. The Mares were supposed to be fed their monthly vaccine, and needed it badly, she should ask Hector about it, he was the stable master. If she couldn't find him there, he would be in the cowshed. Was she alright? She looked awfully pale, here she should drink this.

She politely refused the drink and smiled. Hadn't he just had a heart attack? He should be the one drinking it, and resting. He needed his rest. He smiled at her and shook his head. He wasn't going back home, he wasn't going to run the plantation, he was just going to sleep. It was her job now. He would make sure everyone helped her out with it, but it was hers now, even the owls, even Chealsea. She began to cry, but he shushed her. She shouldn't worry, she was a natural leader, and would run the business well. He was getting tired, and as she said before he should rest. Goodbye for now, they would meet again, he promised. As the sirens shrieked, and the alarms beeped she knew he was gone. She got up and kissed his forehead, and left. She caught a cab back home, and planted herself in front of Chealseas nest box. From inside she could hear the sounds of a rustling mother bird. through the wire she saw two little eggs tremble, and finally break. She watched the two little bodies work their ways out of the shell.

The next day she came out and saw that one was dead, on the cage floor outside the nest box. With a strong leather glove she tempted Chealsea out of her cage and fed her on a branch. She pulled the chick out of the box and took it away. There was an incubator in the Barn, and she took it there, staying up for two days feeding it. Hector finally found her and made her sleep, but she only agreed to if she could sleep in the barn and he would feed the chick. She spent every waking moment with the owlet, the last request of her grandfather. It grew quickly with her tender love and care, and soon she, well she thought it was a she, was named Chey, for the noises she made when she was being scratched. One day when Chey was sitting on a post, Rory turned on the radio, and she began to shimmy. Rory laughed and shimmied with her. its now one of their favorite past times. She trained her to retrieve lures, and catch rabbits.

She left Hector as CEO and devoted her life to the owls, breeding and training them. She was giving her grandfathers estate, his and, everything. She was even paid his salary, which she used to buy things for her owls. When she had been living at the farm for a while, there had been a new series of drugs released. She didn't really like modern pharmaceuticals, relying on her own body. After a few years, there began to be reports of complications with the drugs, and she scoffed. One day a group of townspeople came to their gate, all over blood. She screamed, confused and scared. Hector ran up to her, holding a bandaged arm. They were to be avoided at all costs. Go, take Chey and go now, he would take care of the rest. She hugged him and ran to the cages where the owls were kept. She flung wide the doors, freeing them. Some tried to land on her, and scratched at her. She cried out, and brushed them away. Chey stayed near, waiting. She fetched her glove and her shoulder patch, along with some other things and ran off, into the woods, into her future.





Family:
Mother Tracy 41 deceased
Father Jared 43 deceased
Grandmother Judith Deceased
Grandfather Patric deceased

Significant Others: Chey, her owl.

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