ASTON MARTIN

[Aston Martin (187)]

MARTIN, ASTON

NAME:
Aston Elizabeth-Chardonnay Martin
GENDER:
Female
BIRTHDATE:
September 22
AGE:
Twenty-one
ETHNICITY:
English
HOMETOWN:
London, England
FOUND IN:
The outskirts of Moscow
NATIVE LANGUAGE:
English
SPEAKS ENGLISH:
As it is her first language, yes. She can also speak bits of Russian and French, just to get her by.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
A quick glance is never enough for one of Aston’s status, one really has to take a longer look to fully appreciate all that is going on. The blend of her features is something to be admired for more than a few seconds and in her lifetime Aston has received more than her far share of double-takes, even triple-takes. What first catches people is obviously her body. I mean really, if you’re walking by somebody on the street that’s going to be the first thing that you immediately see, your mind processes it so quickly that you likely don’t even notice. Now obviously people are going to see that she’s female, if they don’t then they must be blind and deaf because it’s simply just painstakingly clear. Although Aston is not exactly curvy she has enough of a bust and wide enough hips to scream of femininity, despite the fact that she has lost her fair share of weight since she entered the Molonov Institute. But her beauty goes beyond that, far beyond, above those long legs and narrow torso. Where the body will quickly lose attention the face will hold it, and likely for a significant time.

Her skin is naturally creamy, accenting her high cheekbones and strong jaw. Her slightly hooked nose is set between two dark, intelligent eyes. Though, in her days before the institute, she had beautiful skin, now it has fallen back to look more natural. Her skin is still soft, but stretched somewhat tighter over her bone structure. There are dark circles under her eyes from lack of sleep and stress. Her lips are constantly a red color because she chews on them so much in irritation and anticipation. Her jaw is more often than not clenched tight to keep her natural temper under control.

The eyes are what draw the attention next, framed as they are by naturally thick, dark lashes. A most brilliant shade of brown they are rather deep set, lending her the appearance of always being broody or tired. Bedroom eyes they have been called, and the title suits them well. If you look close enough they are not a simple brown, almost a red color lined with a deep chocolate color that blends together to become a whiskey amber. Her eyes are the windows to her soul and they bare her emotions for the world to see, even though she has learned to control what emotions are displayed to keep the staff from knowing what she is really thinking.

The eye is likely to follow those eyes to Aston’s nose, what she considers to be one of her worst features. More than once she has complained that it is too long and too wide not to mention patterned with freckles. In her opinion freckles make her seem far too cutesy, a term that the young woman loathes completely. Nonetheless her nose really isn’t that terrible, paired as it is with full, pouty lips and high cheekbones it in fact defines her, makes her all the more appealing.

Next to gain attention would be her jaw line. While most women like a square, thick jaw like Aston’s, she can’t stand it on her. She feels it makes her look almost mule like, and finds it to over-done against her thin, elegant neck and the rest of her tiny body. She does not accent it much, and actually prefers to tone it down by wearing her hair loose to cover the harsh line.

The hair, being one of the first and last things mentioned, is really quite luscious. It falls in lovely curles over the young woman’s shoulders, thick and dark. Yet in the right light it can seem almost honey-brown as opposed to black-brown. It also seems to change with the seasons, being much darker in the winter than in the summer months. Despite the fact that she is kept like a lab rat, her hair is almost always perfectly groomed, though she never bothers to do anything overtly fancy with it. Beyond leaving it down (where it looks best) the only other thing she bothers doing is the odd ponytail or a messy bun. Even then it never stays up for long, various pieces falling down to frame her face. The stray strands often get in her way, thus the habit she has developed of constantly toying with her hair, pushing it off of her face or simply twirling it around her finger.

Back to the body, time for a better look. She definitely has a model’s body. Aston is short in comparison to most girls, reaching only five foot two inches in height. It seems that the average height hovers more around five foot seven, so Aston is often a bit smaller than most. Luckily the men are always much taller than her (usually at least) because honestly she would not be able to stand dating somebody who was shorter than her. Her legs are extremely long, giving her a look akin to a gazelle, finished off by her large brown eyes. Her build is typical to any girl who used to work out and diet every day, but suddenly was not able to. While she is still in shape, she is much thinner than she used to be. Though her ribs are not visible, they are close to being so.

PERSONALITY:
Aston acts tough, she doesn’t want anyone to know what makes her weak, and with good reason. She used to be a kind, fun loving type of girl who used to trust and love anyone she came in contact with. However, the pain her heart has endured in the past has caused a change from that bright, almost overly-trusting person to a very hard-hearted, poker-faced individual.

If you get to know her, you'll find a nice girl in Aston. Indeed, she is not the bitch she seems to be all the time. Yes, she is blunt. She'll tell you what she thinks without showing any kind of tact and all, friend or not. She'll be blunt, and sometimes she will seem bitchy because of it, too. But that is just how she is. She's not the kind to shut up just to seem nice. If you annoy her, be sure she'll tell you! If you are her friend, she will love to make you laugh. She won’t go as far as to seem stupid in public, because she's not one of those ridiculous person, but she will be a fool. She will be there to ear you whine about stuff and she'll try to comfort you if something goes wrong, but due to her bluntness and lack of tact, she probably wouldn't be much help. Not like she doesn't try, though.

However, her bluntness can take a back seat when it comes to a situation where she needs to observe. This is one of the things that makes her so good at what she does. When it comes to a situation where all her intelligence is needed to focus on one thing, she can. While most people would make wild accusations of guilt or innocence, what people thought or felt, Aston sits back and allows people just enough rope to hang themselves, all the while never revealing what she’s doing.

Aston has a sharp whit and a smart mind. She’s extremely intelligent and will use it to her advantage. She is almost never at a loss for words, and has a brash tongue that can sting. She’s a good liar and a good actress, and is often well known as the girl with the perfect poker face. She can control all of her body’s reactions very well when she lies, having become so comfortable with it that her pupils don’t dilate and her pulse doesn’t speed up. And, she has a mannerism of speaking that can lead you down the path to hell and you’d think she’s taking you to heaven in a hand basket of silk.

She’s a flirt to say the least. She knows she’s pretty, and isn’t afraid to flaunt it. She often uses it to get away with a lot of things. However, because of it she can become extremely arrogant and self-centered, often reassuring herself that she is prettier than others as a boost to her own morale.

She is a fighter to the end. Even after being at the laboratory for over a year, she still fights like hell every time she is brought to the laboratory. In her first week in confinement, she fought with two other captives and broke one a scientist’s nose. And Aston doesn’t ‘fight like a girl’ and is not above throwing punches or putting her long, strong legs to use.

However, because of everything she has faced at the labratory, she has become a control freak. She feels so lost and not in control in the labratory that she values every scrap of control she can get. If any of it is taken away from she goes into, for lack of better words, melt down mode. She can hardly function with the fear of messing up and having the control she has left also taken away from her.

She can be ridiculous about it, to a point where she will blatantly refuse to work with someone if it means working under them. Even in the romantic relationships she has had in the past, she was always in control in it, which might be why they don’t last long. To get her to let go of that issue on her own free will shows you that she trusts you more than anyone else. Only then will people see the nicer, old Aston.


MEMORIES & POSSESSIONS:
Aston doesn’t remember much besides her name. She remembers a bad car accident she was involved in. She can remember the car flipping over at least four times and her head colliding with the windshield. She does remember that the car was an Aston Martin of some sort, simply because she remembers it being inscribed across the steering wheel when she was laying in the car. She has made the assumption by this point that it was an Aston Martin Rapide, linking it through the key she has in a box in her room.

She also remembers the name Thomas, and it’s quite apparent that her body remembers the name even if her mind does not. When she thinks of it, her heart hurt and her chest tightens in mental anguish. But she has yet to figure out if Thomas was a family member, a boyfriend, or a good friend.

As far as possessions, she has a few clothes in a suit case that looks like it’s been through a car wreck. Mostly jeans, close fitted tops, and a leather jacket and leather boots. There was a little bit of make up in the bag, but most of it is gone by this point. All that remains is lip gloss, an eyeliner pencil, and a slight bit of base. She also has a silver cross with a ruby in the center and a pair of silver hoop earrings. Also in the suitcase was a picture of she and a man she very greatly resembles, though in the picture she appears to be only nine or ten.

CANON/ORIGINAL:
Original
PLAY-BY:
Emmy Rossum
REQUESTED NUMBER:
187
SUPERSECRET PASSPHRASE:
life is a nightmare

Hi, my name is NICOLE and I am TWENTY-TWO years old. My chatango name is ZENICOLE, and I also play NO OTHERS. You can reach me via PM, IM, OR E-MAIL. Oh, and here is an example of what I can do:

This was on a historically based site, set in 1754 London. My character Adriana was riding alone after having ditched her escort when she happens upon two people walking large Mastiffs. Her horse spooks at one and throws her.

Adriana resisted the urge to cringe when she felt hands on her. She was not used to being touched in such a personal manner that it surprised her at first. She noticed that, not far away, Constantine has stopped his uncontrollable freak and was moving back towards the group idly, now calm and sweating at the junctures in his body. 'Stupid animal' she thought mildly, which was not true. She loved that horse, and he was definitely not at stupid animal, but he was a horse. Horses were flight animals, and were easily frightened.

"I'm fine, really." She replied, moving to sit up before she pushed back down. "I've been thrown worse by a pony. Really, I'm fine." She replied, ignoring the blood on her glove. Head wounds bled easily, and it wasn't her temple, so she wasn't worried. The hand around her shoulders was comforting, but it was a man's arm and, when she noticed, she was very visibly far more uncomfortable. She never had been this close to a man before, and it made her extremely ill at rest.

The man holding her began calling for the other man who was sitting with the two, massively huge dogs. Frightening, but endearing animals that gave her the urge to curl up with one and fall asleep. Actually, sleeping felt like a very good idea, but she knew she couldn't do that. If she had a concussion, the last thing she needed was sleep.

A hand reached up and brushed the loose curls from her face and behind one ear, out of the way for now. She swallowed hard then as the other man came over as well, kneeling now in front of her. "I told you, I'm fine. I've had my fair share of falls, this isn't too terrible. I'll be sore tomorrow, however." Her voice was calm and even. She felt no adrenaline loss anymore, as she used to after a fall. There was no shakiness, no trembling, she felt perfectly fine, all be it a little sore, but fine.

She could smell the alcohol before she saw it, watching with interest out of the corner of her eye as the other man wet a handkerchief and pressed it to the back of her head. He had been right, it did sting a little. She cringed and inhaled sharply through her teeth, closing her eyes for a moment, but that was the only reaction out of her.

[Mia]

• This app seems painfully prewritten. There are so many things about the appearance and personality sections that just don't mesh with the labs. You describe Aston as so beautiful, when the labs really are a hard place to keep up on that impeccable hygiene that would go into maintaining such beauty. None of the residents can possibly manage to be so beautiful ALL the time. Also, how would she manage to get her hands on makeup in the labs? And regarding the personality, you refer several times to a past she doesn't even remember; how can that affect her if she doesn't remember? If you can make it sound like she is actually in the labs, instead of somewhere "normal", I will look this application over again.

[Mia]

Alright, since I can't find anything hugely wrong with this app, I'm going to put you through. However, keep in mind that as number 86, Aston will have been at the labs for about five and a half years, which means she will have had to run out of makeup... Now, she can make trades with menials, who can ask for things, but nothing to, um... over the top, okay?

And not to be one of those anal retentive admins, but I really hate how copy-and-paste a LOT of this application seems. Just please, keep that in mind if you're ever to make a second character.

Your number: 86 Starikovich