[hider=Aria Holbrook][color=gray][center][sub][h1][color=b7eda4]███████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████[/color] [color=679267]꧁༺ Aria Holbrook ༻꧂[/color][/h1][/sub][/center] [center][sub][h3][color=679267]█████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████[/color] [color=b7eda4]𝓑𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓬 𝓘𝓷𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷[/color][/h3][/sub][/center][table] [row] [sup][h3][b] [color=2e2c2c]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ [right]▅▅▅▅▅▅[/right][/color] [/b][/h3][/sup] [/row][row] [cell][color=2e2c2c]xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x x[/color] [right][color=b7eda4]𝗔𝗚𝗘 & 𝗕𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗛𝗗𝗔𝗬 𝗦𝗢𝗖𝗜𝗔𝗟 𝗠𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗔 [color=2e2c2c]x x x[/color] 𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗡𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗦 𝗦𝗘𝗫𝗨𝗔𝗟 𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 [color=2e2c2c]x x x[/color] 𝗕𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗛 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗘 𝗛𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗧𝗢𝗪𝗡 [/color][/right][/cell][cell][color=2e2c2c]xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x x[/color] 21; March 31st 2000 ashes2ashes [color=2e2c2c]x x x[/color] Female She/Her Heteroflexible [color=2e2c2c]x x x[/color] Silvervale, Oregon, USA Los Angeles, California, USA[/cell][cell][img]picture here[/img][/cell] [/row][/table][center][sub][h3][color=679267]█████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████[/color] [color=b7eda4]𝓐𝓬𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓶𝓲𝓬 𝓘𝓷𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷[/color][/h3][/sub][/center][table] [row] [sup][h3][b] [color=2e2c2c]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ [right]▅▅▅▅▅▅[/right][/color] [/b][/h3][/sup] [/row][row] [cell][img] https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/558670401048412183/889186510077845646/image0.jpg[/img][/cell][cell][color=2e2c2c]xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x x[/color] [right]Sophomore Art Photography, Business [color=2e2c2c]x x x[/color] Outstanding Barista[/right][/cell][cell][color=2e2c2c]xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x x[/color] [color=b7eda4]𝗬𝗘𝗔𝗥 𝗠𝗔𝗝𝗢𝗥 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗢𝗥 [color=2e2c2c]x x x[/color] 𝗔𝗖𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗖 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗖𝗖𝗨𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 [/color][/cell] [/row][/table][center][sub][h3][color=679267]█████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████[/color] [color=b7eda4]𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓘𝓷𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷[/color][/h3][/sub][/center][table] [row] [sup][h3][b] [color=2e2c2c]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ [right]▅▅▅▅▅▅[/right][/color] [/b][/h3][/sup] [/row][row] [cell][color=2e2c2c]xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x x[/color] [right][color=b7eda4]𝗩𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗨𝗘𝗦 [color=2e2c2c]x x x X[/color] 𝗩𝗜𝗖𝗘𝗦 [color=2e2c2c]x x x X[/color] 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠𝗦 [color=2e2c2c]x x x X X X[/color] 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 [color=2e2c2c]x x x x[/color] 𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗘[/color][/right][/cell][cell][color=2e2c2c]xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x x[/color] Carefree Adventurous Outspoken [color=2e2c2c]x x[/color] Clumsy Stubborn Oraginized-Mess [color=2e2c2c]x [/color][sub][sub]She isn’t completely sure yet, no one usually is as dreams are always changing and growing but currently, she hopes to become a famous artist or do something worth wild with her art to influence or help others. Her minors are set to focus on a fall back career that would at least cater to her passions but she still prays her dreams work out. She also hopes to find love, the kind of true love her parents had.[/sub][/sub] [color=2e2c2c]x[/color][list][*]Cars/Driving [*]Claustrophobic [*]Sleeping In The Dark [*]Losing Her Scholarship[/list] [color=2e2c2c]x[/color] will be given by GM[/cell][cell][img]picture here[/img][/cell] [/row][/table][center][sub][h3][color=679267]█████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████[/color] [color=b7eda4]𝓑𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓰𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓘𝓷𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷[/color][/h3][/sub][/center][table] [row] [sup][h3][b] [color=2e2c2c]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ [right]▅▅▅▅▅▅[/right][/color] [/b][/h3][/sup] [/row][row] [cell][color=2e2c2c]xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx[/color] [img]https://em.wattpad.com/730cf25fa64a877b5ad4478d99eaad31edd13635/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f69427a5343626e485a345f4465413d3d2d3630303339333630362e313533663433366636373466633434613732333332313037393535352e676966?s=fit&w=720&h=720[/img][/cell][cell][color=2e2c2c]x x[/color] [indent][indent] Aria's life had been simple until that night. She went to local schools through her young life and got good grades. She had done a few stupid things as most teens do while they learn themselves and try out the new but nothing too extreme. Her parents were always patient and kind even with her blunders, it probably came naturally to them as they were both teachers. It had been the reason for their meeting and the start of a loving relationship. Aria might be a bit bias but she had never seen a pair more in love. No one would have thought they would have the fate they did. They had all been out to the movies, heading home with excited talk of what they had all seen together. It was just a split second. A screech of tires, the justling, cries, pain, and the darkness fading in. She didn’t remember how many times she flittered in an out of consciousness, trapped and helpless while unable to focus. Aria's head felt heavy, a ringing in her ears and an unfocused gaze when her eyes opened to the harsh light that just made her want to close them again. The air smelled sterile, the bed though somewhat comfy was not her own and the clothes felt strange as it took her fogged brain a moment to take in that she was in a hospital bed. What happened? She didn't know. Why were her parents not waiting next to her? Was it past visiting hours? Were they hurt too? Panic flooded in, the sound of screeching tires stuck on her mind and she went to stand but instead she found a tube in her throat and her muscles weak, barely even able to move which caused her to freak as she tried to alert a nurse. A nurse rushed to her side, placing her back into the bed properly as she called for a doctor though Aria could only feel frustrated with the action. She didn't want a doctor. She wanted to see her parents and know if they were okay. They had waited on her, making sure she was comfortable now that she was awake. It had come to her knowledge that she had been in a coma for almost a year now. Her parents, that had been her first and only question. It had been like the world stopped when she found out while she was not the only survivor, her mom still in a coma while her dad had passed away. She didn't get a chance to say goodbye or even see it coming. Never again would she see him smile or do something to make her roll her eyes or pout in protest. Never would she hear his voice or do something to make them laugh. He wouldn't see her graduate. He wouldn't be there for her future as she had always imagined. As it was, her mom might not even be there for those moments either, the pain almost worse that she was still there but not. Aria sucked in a breath she didn't know she had been holding and cried. No shame in who saw or heard her agony as her tears poured down her face. She felt utterly alone. The only one left was a distant relative she had never heard of, in a place far from home. She finished up her last few months in homeschooling and the settlement from the family that caused the accident was at least enough to keep up with her mothers hospital bills. She knew it was hard to be around her as she seemed to be walking corpse and no comforts from friends helped. She had gone to counseling and it had helped her see the possibilities and positives in her life. She visited her mom as often as possible and hoped that one day her eyes would open. The pain dulled a little over time and it was suggested that she try something creative to escape too. She had found that in photography. She captured beautiful scenes or shared moments of others and maybe one day, those memories with her mom. She would make up stories about her unknown muses. It wasn't long before no only did she want to just capture but create. She switched her focus of being a teacher like her parents before her and started down the path of photography and art. It had finally brought a bit of joy and she wanted to share it with everyone. She wanted to be a great artist and it gave her a passion to focus on. With all the emotional toll, she took some time for herself after high school, starting college later than most which was kind of an embarrassment but what can you do? She took time to support her health both mental and physical, be closer to her mom, got a tattoo on her wrist of one crow flying in the distance and one sitting still with a red string between them to represent her parents, and she got used to the scars littered on her body in random places. She worked hard to get into a noteworthy college her freshman year but when OIC opened up to application on scholarships, she took her chance to sign up and hoping to transfer there for freshman year. Aria could hardly believe it when the letter came in for her acceptance and now she is striving to work hard and prove that she deserves to be there. [/indent][/indent][/cell] [/row][/table] [/color][/hider]