『”Aw, that’s too bad. And I kind of liked you.”』
NAME:
Avyanna Endale
AGE:
30
GENDER:
Female
SEXUALITY:
Pansexual
ETHNICITY:
Ethiopian
OCCUPATION:
Professional gambler
Appearance:
◍ Hair: Dark with thick curls, Avy's hair is a bit shorter than midlength. She often styles it up with a head wrap or just leaves it down.
◍ Eyes: She has very dark brown eyes and short eyelashes.
◍ Height: 5'3
◍ Weight: 135 lbs
◍ Clothing wise: Usually wearing African styled clothes, Avyanna fully embraces her culture. With short, heavily patterned, flowy tops and long skirts that usually touch the ground, also equipped with over-sized beaded jewelry (that she made herself), it's definitely not something one sees everyday.
◍ Makeup wise:: Only a light amount, usually some eyeshadow or nude lipstick and highlighter.
◍ Tattoos/scars/other markings: None
◍ Eyes: She has very dark brown eyes and short eyelashes.
◍ Height: 5'3
◍ Weight: 135 lbs
◍ Clothing wise: Usually wearing African styled clothes, Avyanna fully embraces her culture. With short, heavily patterned, flowy tops and long skirts that usually touch the ground, also equipped with over-sized beaded jewelry (that she made herself), it's definitely not something one sees everyday.
◍ Makeup wise:: Only a light amount, usually some eyeshadow or nude lipstick and highlighter.
◍ Tattoos/scars/other markings: None
PERSONALITY:
Intelligent | Apathetic | Confident | Manipulative | Individualistic | Untrusting
A cunning and headstrong woman and yet also apathetic, Avyanna definitely knows how to play her cards right. Aiming to be at the top of the food chain, but understanding how to play the victim with ease, she has always managed to avoid trouble when it came around the corner. She never really looked for fame, instead enjoying the risk and danger when it came to gambling, finding a sort of high when winning or seeing the look on people’s faces when they know they’ve lost. Having a way of working people’s minds, she quickly made enemies disguised as friends in the real world. Because of this, Avy learned to never put her full trust in people, keeping herself physically and emotionally unattached, choosing to be self-reliant and distant.
Naturally curious, Avy does enjoy learning about other people and their stories, though they won't get much empathy from her. Calm and well-mannered, she's a good listener and less judgemental than she looks. She's very down-to-earth, and she prefers to look at things from a realistic angle. An intuitive thinker, she's good at on-the-spot problem solving. Although a bit closed off from telling people about herself, she's sociable and charismatic and enjoys a good laugh.
Naturally curious, Avy does enjoy learning about other people and their stories, though they won't get much empathy from her. Calm and well-mannered, she's a good listener and less judgemental than she looks. She's very down-to-earth, and she prefers to look at things from a realistic angle. An intuitive thinker, she's good at on-the-spot problem solving. Although a bit closed off from telling people about herself, she's sociable and charismatic and enjoys a good laugh.
CAUSE OF DEATH:
Gunshot wound
BACKSTORY:
Growing up in the slums of New Orleans, Avy learned how to fend for herself at a young age. She knew very early on how cold the world could be and she acted as such, seeing reality as a dog-eat-dog kind of place. She never had any real motivation other than survive, so she quickly started making friends with all the wrong people in order to make it, but quickly discovering how much she actually enjoyed this life. Avy had always been attracted to danger, though she hid behind others when it was directed toward her. She enjoyed the back alleys, the secrecy, and the loose morals, becoming accustomed to the people and how their minds worked. It was never exhausting or frightening until one day it was.
When she turned eighteen, she had moved out of New Orleans to find work and attend college, where she pursued biochemistry in hopes of making an actual living. Although she had high hopes, her old life followed her and she realized that she could never get used to living a normal life. Her impulsivity drove her back into old habits where she eventually found herself in a dark place. Dropping out of college and in debt, she turned to gambling as a way to pay bills. This helped for some time until she began to depend on it too much; no longer as a source of income by itself, it was a hobby, a lifestyle. People began recognizing her and soon enough, remembering her. It was a second home.
For a long time it went on like this. She continued building her status and raising the stakes, earning a lot of money but losing her sense of morality. Avy began making more and more rash decisons as time went on, her confidence making her foolish. A part of her knew the kinds of trouble she coyld get into, but another part blocked out any sensible thinking. The more dangerous the risk, the higher she felt, but soon in her last game, the hardest she fell. With no one having her back and her ego unwavering, she managed to piss of the wrong people.
In the dead of night, her apartment was broken into and she was killed. A fatal gunshot wound to the head.
When she turned eighteen, she had moved out of New Orleans to find work and attend college, where she pursued biochemistry in hopes of making an actual living. Although she had high hopes, her old life followed her and she realized that she could never get used to living a normal life. Her impulsivity drove her back into old habits where she eventually found herself in a dark place. Dropping out of college and in debt, she turned to gambling as a way to pay bills. This helped for some time until she began to depend on it too much; no longer as a source of income by itself, it was a hobby, a lifestyle. People began recognizing her and soon enough, remembering her. It was a second home.
For a long time it went on like this. She continued building her status and raising the stakes, earning a lot of money but losing her sense of morality. Avy began making more and more rash decisons as time went on, her confidence making her foolish. A part of her knew the kinds of trouble she coyld get into, but another part blocked out any sensible thinking. The more dangerous the risk, the higher she felt, but soon in her last game, the hardest she fell. With no one having her back and her ego unwavering, she managed to piss of the wrong people.
In the dead of night, her apartment was broken into and she was killed. A fatal gunshot wound to the head.
MISC.:
◍ Smokes cigars
◍ Has a fascination for poisons
◍ Often tilts her head up when aggravated
◍ Has a fascination for poisons
◍ Often tilts her head up when aggravated
