WILLIAMS, Aristotle Luna

[Aristotle Luna Williams]

Aristotle Williams

Full name: Aristotle Luna William
Nicknames: Ari
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Nationality: Italian-French

Hair: Red/Brown, Curly
Eyes: Light Blue
Height: 5’7’’
Weight: 127 lbs
Build: Petite. Some muscle in arms and legs. Skinny.

General likes: Music, Flowers, Reading, Chocolate, Night, Stars, Fire, Animals, Variety
General dislikes: Abuse, Judgmental People, Drugs, Crowded places

Personality: Sweet: Ari is one of the sweetest people you will ever meet. She gives everyone a second chance no matter what you may have done in your past. She may be very sweet, but she is not naïve.

Intelligent: Not only did she get a 2400 on her SATs, but she skipped a grade in high school. Even though she is very smart, she doesn’t gloat about it. She hates people thinking that she thinks she’s better than everybody else.

Angry: She may be the sweetest person ever, but she still can be angry. There are only two instants when she will get truly angry. One is if she doesn’t know where she’s going. The other is if you make fun of her or her friends.

History: Alright, so Ilario Williams, an Italian painter, met Rene Stowe, a French restaurant manager, when Rene was on a business meeting. They met and fell in love. Long story short, they stayed in Venice and had two children. One being Luzio, her older brother by five years, and Aristotle.

In her early years, she showed an interest in music. She began piano lessons when she was seven and then flute shortly after that. Guitar she began on her own when she was ten. Her parents aren’t sure how it happened, but Aristotle showed amazing grades in school. She worked as hard as anybody else in school. It was truly amazing. Straight A’s in every class.

Then, her mother was put in the hospital for lung cancer. Turns out she was smoking in her spare time. It was an awful time for the family. After her mother passed, the family moved to the United States, to Arizona. After that, there wasn’t much else interesting. All there really is left to say is she skipped her freshman year of high school.

So, she’s new to this place and still has her heavy Italian accent. She speaks Italian, and French, just to piss people off she doesn’t like.

Roleplay sample:

Today felt like it was going to be a good day. The sun was out, no clouds in the sky, and the temperature was just right that you didn’t have to wear a jacket out. Ari smiled as she walked outside her dorm building and into the sunlight. She had her favorite blue plaid shirt on along with her comfy boots, and her baby. Well, not a real baby, her guitar. So, it hadn’t been her baby for long, but still, a week is enough to get attached to something like a musical instrument, right? If not then she didn’t want to be right. The guitar was jet black with white linings. Its case was a hard black case and she wanted it to stay that way. She had a crap cloth case before, but she felt like her guitar was going to die or something if someone were to have run into it. So, she went with a hard case this time.

Ari didn’t know where she was headed, but along the way she stopped at Starbucks for a hot chocolate. It wasn’t cold outside, but she could never have enough of the stuff. She didn’t want to drink it all within five minutes, so she took sips ever so often. She just walked until she found the park. She really needed a car. The little kids were running around playing tag. She found a bench near the little pond in the middle of the park and sat on it. She drank her hot chocolate while watching the kids running around. She couldn’t help but smile even though this is a place where people who died came. They were really young and Ari just felt misery for their parents in the real world. It hurt her knowing that little kids like these died every day in the world. She wished she could have helped more when she was alive, but that’s in the past and she couldn’t change it now. She just sighed and continued to drink her hot chocolate.

After about ten minutes or so, she was done with the drink. She smiled and threw the cup away in a conveniently placed trash can. More kids had shown up since then and she just sort of frowned. She got her guitar out and sat it on her lap. She couldn’t think of anything to play. She quickly got out her iTouch and looked through the list of songs she could play. The one caught her interest. Her father would sing it to her when she was little and she couldn’t go to sleep. He would put her in her bed and tuck her in, pull out his old guitar and start to play and sing. All she did was smile and go to bed. She started to play the chords and when it came time to sing, she sang softly,

”Today is gonna be the day that they’re gonna throw it back to you. By now you should’ve somehow realized what you gotta do. I don’t believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now.”

She kept playing and singing and smiling and remembering her father more and more. After the song ended she felt a tear run down her cheek. God. She really wanted to see her father again. Why did she have to be such a sickly child? She could still be alive right now if she were healthy and happy just like all the other kids. She sighed and kind of just picked around on the strings playing various riffs of different songs that her father used to play for her.

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