General
Username:
Beatnik
Name:
Arianna Gonzalez
Gender:
Female
Age:
10 Years
Birthday:
Jan 6
Zodiac Sign:
Capricorn
Attitude
PositivesNegatives------
Faith in Herself
Mature
Open-minded
Perfects
High Self-esteem
Clean
Delegates
Efficient
Personable
Responsible
Particular
Beautiful
Arrogant
Sometimes Deceitful
Pretentious
Envious
Vain
Complains
Biased
Weak Body (Physically)
Indifferent
Chit-chats
Narcissistic
Ill-Will
Dream:Arianna doesn't like to think too much of the future as she does to think of today. Being young, she loves being a bit flirtatious and will go in and out of relationships often. Though she wants find someone she can love and they adore her and love her more than she can love herself. She wants someone that will give her everything she wants and needs, but also still a looker.
Fears:Again, she doesn't think about much, but she is haunted by the fear of being alone. Although she likes to spend time with herself, that doesn't mean she wants to be left alone. She would rather die with someone she hates than to die by herself with no one with her. (She doesn't have a fear of germs as many believe)
Likes:Dislikes:-----------------------------------------
She loves quetzals, a beautiful red and green bird, and
they are fascinating and beautiful to her. She wishes she
could know one in person, but doesn't think she will.
She prefers to be clean, but she doesn't mind going
out into the wilderness, enjoying it and maybe getting
dirty. She couldn't care too much if she was covered
in mud and leaves, but that just means she gets to take
another warm bath. She loves beauty in general. Her
feathers are very important to be clean; especially if she
has her eye on someone. Weather is also very cool to her
as long as she isn't in the middle of it.
Of all things that Arianna can dislike, it's definitely
slobs. If someone came up to her with snot dripping out
of their nose, she would actually take them with her to
clean them up. She wouldn't leave them to be gross,
she would bring them with her and clean them up.
How could she let someone present themselves like
that when she can help? Another thing that she hates
is when she is missing one of her feathers. She will
either hide away until it grows back, or she has her
back up feather extensions that would work just fine.
She has to have someone help her put them in though.
Stories:
Brianna - Arianna wasn't the biggest fan of her housemate, Bri. There were plenty of times that she caught the new Pseudo sleeping in her bed and eating her almonds. Let's just say there were plenty of occasions where Arianna was ready to push Bri out the nearest window. She originally hoped that by causing fights with her and such would make her go away eventually, but the younger one didn't ever leave. In fact, no matter what she tried, the rather dim and naive Bri would always just come back. It wasn't until one night that Arianna was huddled in her bed that she had accepted the brat. Arianna had been trying to sleep, but couldn't and the other for some reason came into her bed. She hissed at Bri, but the other looked as if she was walking sleepily and then flopped next to her. When her body hit the bed and Arianna saw that she was continually sleeping, she just sighed and layed her head back down. She didn't find sleep still, but having Bri huddled against her helped settle her. After awhile, she fell asleep. She remained bitter to Bri the next few days, but she didn't hiss at her when she came near. Now, Arianna accepts the other's unlimited (Seemingly so) affection and lets her follow her around. Though Bri's love for cheese and Baby Bell's gets a bit irritating because she smells like cheese for the next hour.
Human AU - You never really liked your math classes. It didn't help either that the teacher paraded about nothing in front of the class, and it made you feel as if he was pretending to be a pendulum to hypnotize all of the students. Seriously, this was the most ridiculous concept that you had seen: what would knowing about Sine of X teach you? You didn't plan on staring at graphs when you got older. Academics didn't even intrigue you in the slightest. The subtleties of life and weather and how they worked were cooler. You don't mean the actual science behind them; it was much more interesting to
theorize and wonder how it happens. Plus you didn't need to know anything about it to enjoy watching it. You got most of your inspiration from what goes on around you anyway. Never had you made a skirt based off of the Tangent of Theta. You guessed the graph kind of looked like ruffles... You were bored out of your mind. You had been playing the "Block Dude" game on your calculator for the past hour, and you still had 45 minutes left in this awful class. "Arianna! I suggest you stop fiddling with your calculator and actually pay attention for once," the teacher scorned you. Wow Mr.Bossy-Pants, what got in your bowl of cereal? If he actually paid attention he would realize you didn't care, and he should just let you get through this class with a C. "You might actually get a good grade on your next quiz," he continued to scorn. You would have huffed at that, but let's face it, you don't look good when you huff. You set down your calculator and glared at him from past your thick eyelashes that were caked in mascara. Oh god, was he seriously wearing those shoes with that shirt? You hadn't even noticed; you hated to even think of this class. Who wore green button up shirts with borderline red shoes? You'd excuse him for the disgrace if he was actually a good teacher. You wondered how this guy even got his teaching degree: you hadn't learned anything in this class. Your eyes glanced up at the clock in hopes it was almost time to go; nevertheless, microwave minutes applied in school too and you still had 44 minutes. The teacher had continued to march in that horrid get-up, but at least his shoes were hidden from you view at this angle. You were also second row to the back of the class, and that helped as well. You pretended to be paying attention as your hand slipped into your lap, and fingers wrapped around the room-temperature casing of your phone. You shifted your eyes down at the screen and quickly typed to your friend Bri: "this is the worst". After that you glanced back up to him and continued to send another message. "help me please" was all you had been able to type to fit into your quick texts that you had found out worked best. Bri was an office assistant this hour and maybe she could get a pass for you or something. You doubted it. She would constantly tell you school is important as she munched on another piece of cheese. You remember clearly one time you were both sitting at a diner and the only thing that she had to talk about was how much she loved her zoology class. She couldn't talk about something you knew like boys or clothes or even makeup. No... Instead you had been friends with the one who liked school, but she wasn't smart enough to get in the league over-worker's and show off's classes.You wish you could get her more interested in other things, but she didn't budge. Except for trivial stuff like what food tastes better and which dog is cuter. You were snapped from your reminiscing by the flashing behind you and the beeping of the fire alarm. Everyone stood up and filed out as well as you; thank you, Bri. Whether it was her or not, you still loved her for her connection with the school staff.
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