Aimee Lynn Harling

[Aimee]

Name: Aimee Lynn Harling
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Position: Student
Gift: Premonition
Gift Specification:

Aimee is able to see the future, but it typically comes to her in a wave of emotions. When she does get images they are usually of vague objects and she typically becomes nonresponsive when these occur.

Personality:

Aimee is not a very sweet girl, she tends to be rather cold and controlling. She does not like others to control her or dictate what she should and should not do. Her emotions are carefully hidden within her, she finds it a waste for others to know what she is thinking and feeling. She loathes feeling weak and out of control of things around her, and frequently will do anytyhing she can to maintain her own form of control. Agression is something else that typically accompanies Aimee. Killing someone is something she would do on a whim, almost without thinking twice about it.

Her premonitions frighten her due to the fact that they make her feel out of control. Her need to feel in control was what drove her crazy in the first place, and the premonitions threw her over the edge. Often she can be described as appearing soulless due to the blank stare that she typically holds in her eyes.

Aimee Lynn does have a flirtatious side though, and it occurs only around males. Despite what she would admit to, she also thrives to appear attractive. More of a lust urge, she needs others to lust over her. It adds to control by having them want her. She does not fear doing anything with boys, and will do whatever it takes to have them come crawling after her. Drugs and alcohol she will not touch though, by becoming intoxicated she loses control.

Appearance:

Aimee Lynn is a rather pretty girl that stands at five foot four inches. She weighs around 95 pounds due to her anorexia, again the urge to be in control of everything around her. The weight is not a bad look for her, it gives her a rather petite and icy look. She holds herself in a way that makes her look excessively cocky most of the time, but whenever she is alone she shrinks in upon herself in anguish and fear. In reality the girl is a lot more insecure than she leads on.

Her blonde hair is excessively pale naturally, which gives her a rather iced over look with her gray-blue eyes and pale skin. And she typically straightens it and leaves it hung down around her shoulders. Her fashion is essentially whatever she can throw on, on weekends that is. Frequently she breaks the rules on dresscode, but she is becoming more regular in obeying them.

History:

Aimee Lynn Harling was born on the tenth of august to a rather unlucky pair. Their names were Joseph Alan Harling and Addison Marie Harling. They had a rather perfect lifestyle until their youngest daughter came along. They had two boys, Trenton (age two) and Bradley (age one), when Aimee was born. Trent and Brad were not very fond of Aimee, and typically beat up on her and picked on her when they were younger. Being a wealthy suburban familys, Aimee's parents were not around frequently to stop these beatings and the babysitters more often than not had parties when they were supposed to be caring for children.

When Aimee was six she had her first premonition. Brad had just locked her in a closet and she was wailing, not like anyone could here her. Jennifer, their babysitter for two years, was having one of the biggest parties and the music was bumping! Brad and Trent were off playing somewhere, and rejoicing that the annoying girl was out of the way. Aimee began pulling out her blonde hair, which was strange because everyone else had brown hair in the family. Indeed, Aimee was the child of a supposedly unknown affair. She began clawing her face and arms as she realized that her screams were all in vain.

Suddenly, she felt cold and fell on the floor. She felt her soul leaving her body, and an image appeared in her mind. It was more like a fuzzy picture of her back office. Two people? She could not tell who or what they were doing. But suddenly a vivid image. Their armchair covered in dark crimson blood.

As it turns out, Jennifer was caught cheating with her boyfriend and he knifed her in that chair. The next morning when the Mr. and Mrs. returned home they found Brad and Trent crying in a corner and Aimee locked in a closet. Despite Aimee's cries, they believed her boyfriend had locked her up.

After that day, Aimee had several premonitions and her parents were beginning to think she was abused or molested before being locked in the closet, and they continued to believe that her brothers did nothing to her. Their new babysitter was Mr. Harling's neice Laurise. Laurise treated them better, but still permitted Trent and Brad to beat up on Aimee. One night, after they all had fallen asleep and her parents were out, Aimee decided to try something. She took a knife fom the kitchen and stabbed Brad in the stomach several times. He bled to death.

She was locked up until she was 15. When she returned home at last. Hatred had built up in her heart to the utmost extent by this point, and one month before her 17th birthday she decided everything would be over. A premonition had came to her the night before. She saw gasoline, and fire. And herself surviving. Arson. They all died, and her next legal guardian was Ms. Ginny Laurence, Mrs. Harling's sister. Ginny opted to send Aimee to Hollowcove, where she is now going to be admitted.

RP Example:

I hate you!'

Tears flooded down the girl's face in pools of agony. Tears mixed with blood, her talon-like nails were ripping through her flesh on her face. Screams like those of a burning child were admitting her larynx. "Son of a bitch!" She shouted and fell to the ground near the pond by her old home.

Why the hell did Ginny bring her back to this damn place? Was it supposed to muster up some sort of empathy that she just didn't have? Was it a form of punishment? All that she could remember was that stupid chair with the blood stains all over it, not like Ginny would get that if she tried to explain it. No way that this ignorant fool could understand a word that came out of her mouth.

Oh, she was talking now. Not like Aimee would listen to her guardian, Miss Harling would not be controlled by something like Ginny. Anger was now filling her to the brim, and for no apparent reason she turned toward Ginny and slapped her abruptly. Apparently she was screaming too, she could hear her profane language admitting her mouth. The voice did not sound like her own though, perhaps it was coming from an alternate her. Something that was not her on this planet, or in this universe.

She awoke in a cold sweat on the bed of the mental asylum. Fuck. Next week she would be transferred to some "Hollowcove Institute". Great. A house for whack jobs where they would try to educate her and make her fit in with society. Group therapy as well as individual sessions. Sounded like just a great of hell as this place where they kept giving her shock therapy. Boy did she have some kind words to say to them.

A pale hand ran through her damp hair and wiped off the drops of sweat from her brow. Blood was running down her fingers. Scratching her face again. Man, her shrink was going to have a damn field day with this one. When the lights clicked on in the hallway she acknowledged that once again she had been screaming in her dreams, or was that another premonition of sorts?

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I may not be on again until the 21st due to vacation. Please do not delete me because of inactivity.

[Avalynn]

Love the way her premonitions work. (and we'll keep the vacation in mind, thanks for letting us know ^-^) Accepted!