`` I do what I want ~ AERONA

[Aerona Riley Araphen]

I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to make this application look pretty.
I'm sorry but I'm obsessed with coding.
Also, I don't live in the UK, so if I've messed up on anything, please be nice...

``Aerona RILEY Araphen~

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``everyday info~
Name~ Aerona Riley Araphen
Age~ 27
Gender~ Female
Birthday/ Zodiac~ August 20, Leo
Occupation~ Freelance Detective
Nationality~ Welsh

``physical~
Appearance~

Aerona is a rather puny looking girl, standing at just under 5'6" (166 cm) and weighing 122 lbs (55kg). She's a natural ginger, but she's dyed her hair so many times during her teenage years that she claims that she's forgotten what her natural hair color is. Currently, her current color is a fiery red, advocating her fiery personality. Her eyes are a sort of gray, but they glow bright silver with excitement when she's on a case. Her taste in clothes is more associated with comfort than style, and she hates things that she can't run in. Like dresses. No dresses at all. Or skirts. High heels too, she can't stand those.

Celebrity Claim~ Hayley Williams

``emotional~
Personality~

Aerona is insanely dedicated to her work. She'll stay up to all hours of the night to try and figure out what's going on in a case she's working on, but she seems to never run out of energy. She'll run all over London if she has to. She is definitely a feisty little ginger. She has no qualms about verbal spats, and she most definitely isn't a pushover. She doesn't necessarily hold grudges, but she doesn't believe in forgive and forget, either. Either way, if she's mad at you, you'll know it. She has years of experience putting up with people's insults, and now that she can do something about it, she certainly will. Don't let her looks fool you, behind that pretty face is a mind and a temper that you don't want to be on the wrong side of.

Talents~

• adept at disguise, accents, etc.
  
• has a way with words
  
• definitely a good shot
  
• plays the harp, piano, flute and guitar

Strengths~

• quick and agile
  
• nimble fingers
  
• endurance
  
• a trickster
  
• insanely clever

Weaknesses~

• men
  
• children
  
• alcohol, particularly the strong stuff
  
• hubris, arrogance, etc.
  
• doesn't know when to stop
  
• slightly naïve
  
• mental scarring from childhood

Likes~

• friendly people
  
• helping people
  
• cats
  

Dislikes~

• hurting people
  
• remembering her parents
  
• being alone

History~

Aerona grew up in the Welsh countryside with her parents. She had a relatively normal childhood, only augmented by the fact that her parents were rather well off. She went to all the best schools, had a tutor to help her with homework, and got all the best grades. As she graduated from primary school to secondary school, her father added a stable onto the back of their rather large house, and she spent most of her time riding her gray stallion around the immense backyard. Everything was going well, and Aerona thought her life was perfect. She was in for the ride of her life.

As reports of serial killings swept through the area, life in the Araphen household was still going smoothly. Aerona was still doing well in school, in year 9 at this point, and she'd taken to wandering about the countryside. The date was 9 November, and Aerona and her parents went out for a walk. They thought they'd be safe in a group. Nothing could happen to them. They were wrong. The serial killer jumped out from the shadows of a nearby building and slit her father's throat. Her mother screamed, pulling Aerona away from him, but the serial killer pounced on her mother, knife outstretched, and in the process, cut a deep gash down Aerona's left arm from the middle of her upper arm to the top of her hand. He turned on Aerona next, but the girl had already fallen to the ground, seemingly dead, and the sound of sirens pierced the air. The killer fled, and the police arrived with an ambulance, taking the newly orphaned Aerona to the hospital.

She recovered quite nicely, being still young, though she would have an ugly scar from the encounter. She was put into foster care after she got out of the hospital, the Araphen house, stable, and land was sold, and the entire Araphen fortune was given to the foster family to keep safe as Aerona's inheritance. Naturally, they spent it all by the time that Aerona could have received it, and so she was left with nothing. She graduated from secondary school and right away got a job in Cardiff, as she had no money to further her education. While working, she found that she had a considerable knack for observation and deduction, and after she'd solved a couple of cases for her boss, she quit her job and moved to London to set up a detective service. She's relatively new on the scene, only having been active for a couple of years, but she's quite good at it.

``extra things~
Sample RP~

This is from Through the Rift, where I play Astharyn Ashpath, a shape shifting alien.

Astharyn was restless. He really couldn't stand not having anything to do, and he'd finished the work that was supposed to last him all day a few hours ago. Currently, he was wandering around the Hub in a state of daydreaming, just trying to keep his mind off the fact that he was nearing the point of going insane from boredom. He had a fleeting hope that he'd stumble across something useful while wandering around, but he didn't think it would happen any time soon. He didn't even know where anyone was, really. The Hub was really quite large.

He passed by the lift and looked up when a drop of water hit the top of his hat. It's raining again, he thought, giving a bit of a sigh. It had never rained on Ipheron, and even though he'd been on Earth for years now, he'd never gotten used to the pitter patter sound of rain on the concrete. It was almost unnerving, really, the way the dark clouds blocked out the life-giving sun and drowned the planet's surface with its torrential downpour. Water was essential for the organisms on Earth to survive, but Astha, as an Iphera, had never even seen liquid water before coming to Earth. All the water on Ipheron was frozen solid.

He reluctantly took the brown hat off his head and brushed the water off, rubbing at the water that had been absorbed into the hat. His hair was sticking up all over the place -- at least, more so than usual -- because of the humidity in the air on the surface. He somewhat resembled a porcupine, actually, and he slightly resented this fact. He didn't really like looking similar to a rodent, but he liked his hair the way it was. It looked a whole lot better when water wasn't falling from the sky. After getting most of the water out of his hat, he replaced it on his head, making sure that it was tight enough to not fall off, yet loose enough so that it wouldn't constrict his head.

Walking through the Hub wasn't alleviating his boredom in the slightest. So far he'd been rained on, nearly shot at by the otherworlder -- he never used the word "alien," as it was a derogatory term being used from one non-human species to another -- that was being held downstairs. He had just wanted to talk, to see what the otherworlder wanted, but he had answered the Iphera's questions with his gun rather than his words, and it hadn't gone too well. At this point, he was just staying upstairs unless something important took him down there. He didn't want a repeat of last time. Oh no, that would be bad. Very very bad.

Smack. Astha had just walked face first into the glass door of the hot house. For a second, he just stood there with his face against the door, perplexed at the situation. Oh, right... he thought, then he burst into smoke, floated through the cracks in the door, and reformed on the other side. Doors. Who needs them? he thought, looking back at the still closed door. Just another one of his many talents. Locks were useless when he was around. Though he did respect people's privacy. Usually. He smiled to himself as he checked out all of the plants in the glass enclosed room, making sure that they were all healthy and growing nicely. It was a small pleasure that he enjoyed, and he liked to add to the collection whenever he could.

As he left the hot house, a pleasant odor in the air knocked him from his thoughts. It smelled almost peculiar, but it was strange enough to be interesting. He followed his nose into the kitchen, a place he never really visited. Ipheri never required any sort of food intake, because they turned sunlight into chemical energy right inside their bodies, and because of that, his bizarre alien biology couldn't handle breaking down food. If he ate, he would just throw it right back up. In the kitchen, leaning against the counter, stood Avis Ives, the psychologist of the Torchwood team. She was eating a muffin that came from the rather large box of similar muffins next to her. At least he'd found what the peculiar odor was. And he'd also found someone to talk to.

"Hello, Avis." he greeted her, a bright smile on his face. "Are you planning on eating all of those by yourself?"

Anything Else~ Thanks for reading?
Where You Found Us~ Through the Rift
Other Characters~ none as of this moment, though one in planning.

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I loved your app! Aerona seems like a very interesting character! ^^