HAMMEL, Arden Marie

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" Hey! Over there! Isn't that
* Arden Marie Hammel ?! - "

"She fought them bravely until defenses caved in.
Pressing their teeth to her neck until she gave in.
Now there’s no question this girl is well acquainted,
with suffering in a world that’s left her tainted."

" Let's ask them GENERAL QUESTIONS! "

N A M E - Arden Marie Hammel
B I R T H D A Y - May 4th
G E N D E R - Female
A G E - Twenty-years old.
S P E C I E S - Human

" Let's ask them PHYSICAL APPEARANCE QUESTIONS! "

P H Y S I C A L A P P E A R A N C E -

Arden has a beautiful, earthy appearance. Her hair is a deep, chestnut brown that sways passed her shoulders, the tips almost reaching her hips. There is a natural curl to her locks that surrounds and outlines her face. Her eyes are big--something that the kids teased her about when she was younger; the iris’s an indecisive mix between hazel, blue, and green. She supports pouty lips and a small nose, making her appear younger than she actually is.

Her skin is pale from lack of sun while her body is slim yet toned. Arden is extremely short, just reaching 5'1 and weighing somewhere between 110-116 pounds. Something Arden has a passion for is dancing and her body has been sculpted to fit the persona of a dancer. She has strong legs, graceful arms, and toned muscles which has kept her in shape. In her opinion, her best feature is her eyes. Despite being picked on when she was younger, she always loved her unique big eyes and didn't see it as a flaw but a strength. She has a lovely smile as well, however she barely lets it show while she's imprisoned on Carldenburg.

[/blockquote][/justify] P L A Y B Y - Mila Kunis

" Let's ask them about INSIDE! "

L I K E S - dancing, expression, freedom, sunglasses, romantic movies, literature, finger painting, feeding birds, old fashion clocks, Victorian dresses, 30's music, violins.
D I S L I K E S - frat boys, mean elderly, silence, disruption, confrontation, restrictions, barricades, those who choose to be ignorant.
S T R E N G T H S - creativity, strong heart, acceptable, non-judgmental, quick learner, flexible, determined, honest, stubborn.
W E A K N E S S E S - gullible, passive aggressive, easily frightened, stubborn, a romantic, jealous.
Personality; -

Arden lived a very normal life--one surrounded by family and friends. Her family meant the world to her, especially her father. She inherited all her father's quirks, imitating him from when she was younger. She grew up with a normal middle-class suburban family, excelling in school and developing an interest in the arts. Being the youngest with three older brothers toughened the girl up a lot but it also prevented her from a lot of things. Her brothers (and father) were (are) very protective, thus Arden has never been in an actual relationship before and somehow during her adolescent years, has grown some commitment issues.

During grade school she was teased by a lot of the kids in school, mainly for having such big eyes. A boy whom she had a crush on in particular called her ugly when she was ten which scarred her. Luckily, her brothers had a word with the kid after school and he never spoke to her again. She was generally outcasted during high school, but not neglected. She had her group of friends--they weren't the populars but they stuck together and had great fun.

She developed a love for communication beyond words at a young age and took up dancing, feeling that through the rhythm and movement of dance, one could speak without words, a concept that enticed her. Then she found her passion for orchestra music, falling in love with the melody of a violin and soon began playing. Her life was perfect and she was a sophomore in college when her brother and she got kidnapped.

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" Let's ask them about thier HISTORY! "

P A S T -

They tried to wipe her memory but so far they have been unsuccessful. Both Arden and her brother were kidnapped one evening. Arden had started to notice a change in her brother, Jeremiah. She would find him muttering useless obscenities and breaking things more often. He got into a lot more fights and started drinking every day. One night she had followed him, trying to get him to open up to her about what was wrong and he flipped, but not at her.

She hid because she was afraid and witnessed something horrifying. Three men who she couldn't identify grabbed him from behind, tazering him until he passed out and then drugging him just to be safe. Arden tried to stay quiet as they bagged him and hauled him off, listening to them speak about some island and different creatures that didn't exist. As she took a few dazed steps back, she slipped on something and fell, alerting the men to her presence. She tried to run but they caught her and drugged her, hauling her away with Jer.

They are still trying to figure out what to do with her. She's a human, but she's seen and heard too much and her memory refuses to fade. They are thinking experimentation but until they decide, she's 'imprisoned'. She's on an island, where the hell is she going to go? Still, she knows her brother is here somewhere and she is desperate to find him.

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" Let's ask about EVERYTHING ELSE! "

R O L E P L A Y S A M P L E -

Life was suppose to be like a circle, an endless walk that lead one through the same cycles as the previous road walked. It was suppose to be like that. Life worked on a scale, it had to. If a person took away something, someone else had to give back. Each time a person died, a new life entered this world. Therefore, each time a new born gulped in its first breath, someone else was breathing their last. You cannot simple take from this world because it would upset the natural balance and throw everything into complete chaos. That would be the ultimate result of an unbalanced life. A person should always learn that in order to achieve happiness, one needs to feel sadness. Emotions work hand in hand. In order to love, one must hate; in order to be excited, one must fear. These emotions would spin through a cycle, and you couldn’t have one, without feeling the other. So why was she stuck? Why had her circle been decimated into a semi-circle? Aubrey King desperately wanted the answers to her unsolved questions.

She had paid the price; she had tried to equalize the balance that was throwing her life into pieces, over and over again. But none of it worked! She seemed to never be able to succeed with balancing her life. She had felt happiness, she had felt sadness. Fear, love, hate, disgust, infatuation, insanity, stability; she had felt it all…but now? Now, she felt nothing. So something was supposed to come next…right? So, where was it? The nothingness that filled her entire being was slowly eating away at her very core. She could feel herself slipping with every passing second. Somewhere in the back of her mind, a small voice continued to speak to her. Badness could not last forever, soon things will be brighter. But after two years of paying the price for happiness, it had never come. Her life had continued to be plagued by the negative side of the circle. She seemed to be stuck, or maybe she was broken… Whatever the case, she was finished playing.

She accepted it, the fact that her circle was broken, that her life was wrong. She was not meant to be happy; she had forever cut off that one side of the circle when she took a life. Maybe that was it; maybe that was the answer. If you took something away, that wasn’t meant to be lost…perhaps this was the consequence; an unbalanced life, a chaotic existence. She wondered if her life would ever become whole again. Was her circle simply cracked, or shattered completely? It did not matter. She was growing use to the numbing feeling that was swallowing her whole. If anything, it was worth it. It was worth the blood, sweat, and tears. She would not change one thing she did that night, nor did she deny any of it…

Aubrey King, also known as “The King” was a murderer.

Aubrey thought that once she had gotten rid of them, her life would soon return to normal, that she could be happy again, but alas, it never did. She only felt worse after finishing her crime; she only felt emptier. Her past was filled with happy thoughts, but it was also beleaguered with devastatingly horrid memories. She tried her hardest not to think about what happened, because every time she did, she would feel this painful, sinking feeling in the pit of her chest. She would not be able to breathe, and she felt as though she was constantly being pulled closer and closer to hell. However, she could never get the visions or thoughts out of her head. Every time she closed her eyes, she could see herself standing over them; she could hear their screams and pleads. It made it extremely hard for her to sleep and she often found herself waking up on the street, hours after passing out from exhaustion. It was not the greatest life, if you want to call it a life, but what else could she do? She feared death; she feared what lies beyond death. That adventure she was not ready to take, which was why she continued to run. She would not be taken in easily, nor would she ask for forgiveness. She did not care about those men…she did not.

Two years ago, Aubrey had been a high-ranking top student. She had the two greatest parents a girl could ask for. Sure, they were over protective and could get very annoying, but they were still good parents. They never questioned the decisions she made and were always curious to know what she was learning. Aubrey graduated High School with top marks, and was excited to enter college. But fate had other ideas for her future, and she was not prepared to deal with what it threw at her.

Aubrey went home for the summer, and left a week into her vacation to visit her friend for the weekend. When she returned back home, she knew something was wrong. Her front porch lights were out, something her parents always kept on because they knew she would be coming home. She felt her stomach give a painful lurch as she walked to her front door, and could barely hold in the scream when she found the front door to be busted open. She ran inside and called out her mother’s name. When no one replied, she yelled out her father’s name. The house was shrouded in darkness, but Aubrey didn’t seem to notice as she walked up the stairs. When she reached the top of the steps, she turned to her right, towards her parent’s room. She placed her hand on the handle and turned the knob, slowly pushing the door open.

It’s a strange feeling, seeing death. It’s not like the movies you see or like the books you read. You don’t feel sad…you don’t feel anything, or maybe you feel too much. In the books and movies, people say you can barely remember because at the time, you go through a state of shock which can be traumatizing. Aubrey did go through a state of shock…but she could remember it all. It was forgetting…forgetting was the hard thing. She can remember the looks on her parent’s faces; the cold, fearful look in their eyes. She could see the blood that seemed to be everywhere. It wasn’t the bright crimson red that she thought it would be. It was a dark brown that stained everything it touched. She could remember her screams and the salty taste of her tears. She remembered repeating over and over to herself that it wasn’t real; she remembered hoping that she would wake up from this nightmare... But she never woke up, and over time she realized that she wasn’t dreaming. This was her reality and she couldn’t handle it.

Something snapped inside when she finally admitted to herself that this was her new life. She didn’t want to accept it; she refused to. She was shipped off to live with her aunt as if she was some sort of package, but she soon ran away from there. The police couldn’t argue. She was 18…she was an adult. Grief did not consume her body; she would not let it. Instead she was filled with anger. All she could think about was revenge. Hostility was better than misery; it gave her a purpose, a reason to keep living. She hoped that when she finally found those responsible, she would find her family with them. It was an insane thought, but she wasn’t really herself when she was thinking it. Plus, it made living life bearable, and it helped take her mind off of her misery.

It wasn’t easy, finding those responsible but she managed to do it. She had to break into police files and talk to people that a time ago, she would have been afraid to even look at. Turns out, the people she was looking for weren’t very popular people among this crowd. After she got a location, all she had to do was plan her attack. She did kill them, all three of them which was why she was a wanted criminal. But she realized after she murdered them that nothing had changed. She was still alone, and only felt emptier. What was her point now? She settled on staying alive, which kept her going for almost a year.

Now, Aubrey King was 20 years old, and she was starting to run out of energy.

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She was slowly losing her mind, she knew she was. The three men she murdered would appear and talk to her at random times. Yes, she knew that was insane, but it didn’t stop them from showing themselves. Were they actually ghosts, or were they simply figments of her imagination? They had started appearing about two months ago but they started showing up more and more recently. Aubrey wondered if they were signs of her unstoppable death. Maybe hell had sent ghosts up to welcome her down to the fire. She tried to ignore them as much as she could, but it was hard. They refused to go away, and would constantly talk in her ear until she finally yelled at them to shut up.

At the current moment though, she was walking down the crowded streets of New York alone. No ghostly visitors following her around or whispering in her ear, just her. She kept her head bended, watching her feet as she walked. She wasn’t heading anywhere; she was simply allowing her feet to guide her. She gasped and looked up when a student bumped into her shoulder. The boy muttered an indifferent apology before turning back around and continuing to walk. Aubrey sighed, turning down an alley to get away from the harsh wind that suddenly swallowed the small marketplace.

It was in the middle of December and absolutely freezing out. It would be snowing if rain was falling, but it seemed like a dry day. Instead, the wind seemed to dominate the area, causing her eyes to sting and her ears to ache from the cold. She didn’t exactly wear the most proper clothes for the winter either. She had on a pair of worn, old jeans and a long sleeved black shirt that seemed to be two sizes too big. She also was wearing a stolen, black jacket which she wrapped around her cold body. She walked deeper into the alley, thankful to not be in the direction of the fierce wind. She walked towards the brick wall and leaned her body up against it, closing her eyes and breathing in deeply. Her mind was unnaturally clear, for once. She bit her lip softly as she felt tears form in her eyes. They were stinging and it actually was hurting her. It was a mixture of exhaustion and the cold that was causing the salty trail to fall down her face. Her eyes flew open suddenly when she heard heavy footsteps heading her way.

She turned and watched as a smug looking man, looking to be in his mid-thirties, walked up to her, holding what looked like a rolled up flyer in his hands. His eyes traced her body in a way that made her cringe and caused her hands to involuntarily ball up into fists. He stopped walking forward when he was about ten feet away from her. He slowly unrolled the paper and watched her face for reactions. Her eyes flickered to the picture on the parchment before they went back to looking into his. His smile only widened.

“Aubrey King… We’ve been looking for you for a long time…”

He dropped the flyer which had her picture and the words “WANTED” violently sticking out against the color of the paper. It was carried to the green dumpster by the wind and plastered against the side. Aubrey took a slow breath in, not showing any signs of emotions. As he took a step forward, she slowly tilted her head waiting for him to make the first move. What these idiots didn’t know and who seemed to never learn was that Aubrey had taken a self-defense course while in high school. A shame for them, but a benefit for herself.

“This is a great day it seems. Well, not for you obviously, but for me. The price on your head is enough to keep me happy for many months. So, thank you Miss King. Now, why don’t you just make this easy for both of us, and come quietly.”

He was standing a few feet in front of her now, and as he closed the distance and stepped closer, Aubrey still didn’t move or speak. She observed quietly the ways his eyes ran over her body, the excitement in them. It was disgusting and it made her sick. It was only when he reached out to touch her face, did she attack. She quickly moved to her side and grabbed his forearm as he reached forward. She placed her other hand on his elbow and pushed against it. A painful crack and then a cry of pain filled the air as Aubrey broke his arm. She felt her blood racing. He was making too much noise, especially to how crowded it was outside. She let go of him in hopes that he would stopped screaming which was her first mistake. He quickly got up, angry now and ran at her, broken arm and all. She felt his body collide with hers and felt her back and head collide with the brick wall behind her a second later. She winced when she felt the back of her head hit the brick wall and slid down to the ground as the man stood up. She closed her eyes, breathing in through her nose as she tried to clear the dots that were forming in her vision.

“You little-…”

He walked forward and kicked her in the gut, causing a small cry to escape from her lips. She hauled over and gasped for air tugging her jacket off at the same time. She took in a deep breath and slowly stood up as the guy cradled his arm. She ran forward and threw a punch at him, which he surprisingly blocked. He spun her around and twisted her arm into a painful hold behind her back. He tugged up, causing a strangled whimper to escape from her lips. His laughing filled her ears as he pushed her forward against the wall and held her there, playing with her arm. She mustered all the strength she could and pushed back as he was laughing, spinning around as she did. He was surprised but had a counter attack and quickly punched her across the face. She could feel her lip beginning to bleed, but she ignored it. She blocked his next two punches and kicked him in the knee before ramming the side of her hand into his jugular. She grabbed him by the shoulders and threw him into the garbage can headfirst. She backed away from him and fell to the ground, watching him fall unconsciously to the ground. She took a deep breath as she saw the blood dripping from his head wound. She backed away from him, trying to calm her nerves. She closed her eyes, trying to think…

“Eh, that doesn’t look good, Bree. Ya kill him?”

Aubrey eyes flew open as she heard the voice of one of the men she killed. He was standing over the unconscious man, eyeing his body. His eyes looked at her and a calm, humored smile formed on his lips. He titled his head and grinned…

Great, she was seeing them again…

[/blockquote][/size] K N O W N A S - Kay
H O W Y O U F O U N D U S? - I found you here!
A N Y O T H E R C H A R A C T E R S ? - Not yet, but I will probably make 1-2 more.

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