VEL'DORAN, amity bliss

Full name: Amity Bliss Vel'Doran
Current age and birth date: Twenty-two. 1^st September
Sexual orientation: Heterosexual
Occupation: Coffee shop waitress
Member group: Port Community College (Visual Art Major)
Face claim: Kaya Scodelario
Distinguishing features: She has a pair of black framed reading glasses

Likes:
Reading
Painting with watercolours
Using different art mediums in an art work to bring depth
Sweets
Falling asleep to rain
Hot showers
The night sky
Thunderstorms

Dislikes:
People that don't believe in themselves
Talking about death and other morbid things
People that lie
The number 13
Dust
Startling noises
Bitter tasting things
Photographs that other people take of her

Strengths: Art; Reading; Making friends
Weaknesses: Anything to do with the number 13; People that disrespect others; Dust
Fears: Triskaidekaphobia; Arachibutyrophobia; Koniophobia
Habits: Chewing on the end of paintbrushes; Drawing on anything and everything
Secrets: Her parents don't care about her; She cuddles a teddy-bear at night

Overall Personality: Amity is a very tranquil young girl. Her optimistic mind is generally always clear of bad thoughts, leaving her in her own sanctuary. She can become lost and delusional though, when there is too many good thoughts. Never seeing the bad in something can upset the mind a little, creating a false world. She is also very friendly and open. You can almost always see her striking up a conversation with someone else. She doesn’t care if the person isn’t listening, or conversing with her, just as long as they tolerate her jibber. She will always give you advice and an extra hand, even if you don’t need it. She’s the shoulder you cry on when your cat dies.

Although she may seem carefree in her own little world, Amity is very responsible and won’t do something that would seem unnecessary. She is also quiet bright when it comes to general knowledge and common sense. She won’t be able to tell you each decimal point of pi, although she’d give it ago, though. Her knowledge only branches to the information she finds relevant and required.

Yes, Amity looks like a nice character, always euphoric and cheerful. Every rose has its thorn though. One of Amity’s thorns is her attachment issue. Once she befriends or loves something, she will start to think of them a lot. Asking them constantly what they are doing and how they are. She can get very emotional if she is separated from the things she cherishes for long periods of time. This can be off putting for many people, yet some can think of this as comforting. The girl can’t help that she feels lonely in this world and wants to know her friend’s and lover’s every. Single. Move.

Triskaidekaphobia. One of a small handful of phobias Amity faces. This one, although it sounds completely awesome and stuff, is the fear of the number thirteen. Yes. The number thirteen. Although Amity is a bright and optimistic young lady, she is very superstitious. Well, only when Friday the 13th pops its head around the corner. She will tend to lock herself in her room, pull out her book of four leaf clovers and sing to herself until the next day. Another one of her odd phobias is Arachibutyrophobia. Yes, she dreads the feeling of peanut butter sticking to the roof of her mouth. So, she generally tries to avoid it, but…she kinda likes the taste of it too. Oh and she also has Koniophobia. Absolutely scared of dust. Yes, dust.

Mother: Hanna Rachel Vel'Doran; 45; Cafe Owner
Father: Alexander Vel'Doran; 50; Cafe Owner
Siblings: --
Other: --
Pets: Quinn; Organ Tabby Cat; 3; Male

Overall History: Amity’s parents were cafe owners in their small little town in California. They catered for human and animal needs, selling hot beverages and little cupcakes. She grew up alone in her family, no siblings to rival with and her parents were so caught up with their business to notice her. Although she did have a small handful of friends that kept her from becoming insane, she still felt out of place. She was generally found alone, under a tree or sitting in the warm sun sketching, always sketching. She went to school and did those normal things little children did, but she wished for her parents to love her.

Amity had decided that she had enough and ran away at the age of 10; hoping to get away from her work obsessed parents. She ran to her Aunty’s house that was 15km away from her parents’ house. She stayed there for a day, waiting for her parents to ring. But they never did. Amity realised that she was being irrational. That she should use her head, and not just run away. A few days later she returned to find her parents not overly worried that their only daughter had ran away.

She stayed, miserable, at home until she turned 15. Now, now it was her chance to get away. She did research on the internet, looking for boarding schools that were far enough away from where she lived, but still in the state. She found one and forced her parents to sign the forms. She argued that she was a bother to their work ethics. To her surprise though, her parents didn’t care where she went or what she was doing. Heck they didn’t even put up a fight and signed the papers and paid the money without once looking over the “terms and conditions”. She was like a stuffed toy that sat on the shelf of an adolescent too old for “teddy-bears”.

She graduated high school, glad to finally be an adult. She could move away now, live her own life and forget about her parents. And that’s what she did. She moved to Newport Beach with a close friend, which soon turned into a boyfriend, and then a fiancé. Amity was only 19 when he proposed to her, and being oh-so madly in love with him, she said yes. But that was a mistake. Her fiancé left her a few months after the proposal. He couldn’t handle her anymore. He had no freedom, and so he left. Amity was heartbroken. She started having panic attacks frequently.

But that soon stopped after realising once again, she was being irrational. She got over the fact that her ex-fiancé left her for a preppy blonde, she had to get her life together. And so, she enrolled into Port Community College, became a Visual Arts major. Rented a cute yet small apartment and got a job, funnily enough, at a coffee shop. Her life seems pretty good now. Amity is in her second year of college. Her parents are somewhere, most likely dropped off the edge of the earth. But yeh, life is bliss.