Carver, Arianna

ARIANNA CARVER

[attr="class","perhead"] THE STRENGTH

[attr="class","egoistic"]PERSONALITY

[attr="class","perbox"]The only difference between Arianna and the typical girl next door is really just the hair, nowadays. She's enthusiastic, charming, athletic, every desirable aspect a female could genuinely possess. On the volleyball court, that smile of hers goes from kind to fierce in a matter of moments as it rises above the net to send down a comet-like spike. She's full of energy and bounds about her teammates, like some damn great lighthouse of positivity. She exudes that light just walking from class to class and in the subtle gestures to her classmates. Her great love is the smiles on other's faces, making people happy.[break][break]


But if you can catch the look on her face when she thinks no one is watching, and believe me that is a rare thought, you can see her off somewhere else. Beyond the call of anyone around her. Dreaming of something simpler. Lashing the past self for placing her in such high and nigh impossible to maintain standing of grades, athleticism, and social standing. It's so hard sometimes that everyone that associates with her thinks they understand how she does it and are in awe of how simple she makes it look, but that is also something she curses herself for. They look to her as an icon, and icons seldom are able to explain themselves.[break][break]


She doesn't all hate it though. The adoration, the warmth of their smiles, the powe-...the happiness she feels from them can make it seem like its all worth it. Like she isn't hurting herself to achieve every goal. She needs them, and they need her. Or she hopes they need her. It's often a trend in her literature class to see those who are worshiped lose their power without their worshipers. As much as she wishes for that, as much as she could be happy being as inconspicuous as her own mother, she fears what she would still have the drive to be good without the pressure. Almost as much as she fears what is said of her behind her back.[break][break]

[attr="class","egoistic"]BIOGRAPHY

[attr="class","perbox"]Born to a dock worker and an elementary school teacher, Arianna Eliza Carver was adventurous. When she was in school, every summer she'd go with her dad and observe him. How strong he was and how well he got on with everybody. She was clumsy, could barely carry anything without falling over herself and her public speaking was about as eloquent. She was very jealous and one day, she decided to ask him "how he was able to do it". She asked him this every day. Sometimes every few hours a day. Sometimes every hour. Finally, he gave her what he believed was a comprehensive answer:[break][break]
"I did my studies, I played sports and I was as persistent as you are with that question."[break][break]
After that, there wasn't much to it, at first. Elementary school had never seen a student so diligent and with smarts comes requests of guidance. "How do I do this problem?" "How do you remember how to spell that word?" "Ari, can I borrow your homework?" In middle school, the requests became only more frequent. Her clumsiness didn't get any better either, but people ignored it (openly) so that she'd still be nice to them. Arianna always helped. Always.[break][break]
It wasn't long after middle school started that her dad sat her down at the dining room table and pushed a piece of paper into her hands. It had a list of sports on it, and all he told her was to choose one. She tried to tell him that she was too clumsy but-[break][break]
"This will help. You don't have to be good yet, but you need to do this."[break][break]
Yet was the operative term. Just on a whim, she picked volleyball and for hours on end, she'd practice. Every few days, her father recommended she go over to one of her teammates houses and practice all day. Even with the new time sink, her grades dropping were not a compromise to be had, on her family's part or her classmates'. She got good. Very good. Her coverage and receive were well-coordinated and her jump got to the point where she became an effective blocker. But Dad started suggesting she work out her arm. "You could have a killer spike."[break][break]
Puberty hit and things just got even more complicated. She'd never been one to put so much effort into her upkeep but now it was high school and she wasn't ignorant of how she looked, and neither was her mother. She kept up a smile, kept her skin clear, stayed fashionable, studied for every class, gave full attention in her classes, gave full attention at her practices, gave every ounce of her effort at her games, stayed out of trouble, and kept everyone at a reasonable distance. It was much like seeing old art. If you looked close enough, you could see the wear.[break][break]
That's when she dyed her hair. She wanted to have control over something, anything. She saw those weird girls that dressed so plainly, with hair of colors too outrageous to contemplate. No one badgered them. No one cared. And they were free to do whatever. It was selfish, but she wanted just a piece of that.[break][break]
It didn't change anything, though. She had hoped it would. But, she still thought it was cute.

[attr="class","egosurvey"] WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?

[attr="class","egoanswers"]Yesterday is not today, and today will not be tomorrow.

[attr="class","egosurvey"] WHAT IS YOUR IDEA OF PERFECT HAPPINESS?

[attr="class","egoanswers"]Oh, I know alot of girls my age already have kids, but I wanna actually get married after my early twenties, have a kid or two, and be as good a family as mine.

[attr="class","egosurvey"] WHAT IS YOUR GREATEST FEAR?

[attr="class","egoanswers"]I always get that feeling of being watched, the hair on my neck always stands up, and I can't stand to imagine what the person or thing is thinking about when they look at me.

[attr="class","egosurvey"] WHAT IS THE TRAIT YOU MOST HATE IN YOURSELF?

[attr="class","egoanswers"]I can never upset anyone, I always have to try my hardest to please everyone and I feel so shackled all the time.

[attr="class","egosurvey"] WHAT IS THE TRAIT YOU MOST HATE IN OTHERS?

[attr="class","egoanswers"]When they don't wanna put effort into anything, it's super annoying; they just can't get with the program or even be useful.

[attr="class","egosurvey"] WHAT DO YOU CONSIDER THE MOST OVERRATED VIRTUE?

[attr="class","egoanswers"]Patient people always get taken advantage of and give too many chances. If they'd only lay down the law once, they'd have it so much easier.

[attr="class","egosurvey"] ON WHAT OCCASION DO YOU LIE?

[attr="class","egoanswers"]When I tell myself that I don't have to much on my plate. Or when I tell my parents. Or my counselor. Or my club members.

[attr="class","egosurvey"] WHAT DO YOU CONSIDER YOUR GREATEST ACHIEVEMENT?

[attr="class","egoanswers"]I'm the cutest bitch with the hottest spike in all New York, and you can take that to the bank!

[attr="class","egosurvey"] WHAT IS YOUR MOST TREASURED POSSESSION?

[attr="class","egoanswers"]There's this really tiny snowglobe I put on my windowsill just so I can watch the sun shine through it somethimes. My grandma gave it to me; it has a dove in it. It's the only thing she gave to me.

[attr="class","egosurvey"] WHAT IS THE LOWEST DEPTH OF MISERY?

[attr="class","egoanswers"]Having everything you love taken away and being made to face it by yourself. Isolation, to me, has no distractions. There is only the nothingness outside and the things in your head.

[attr="class","egosurvey"] WHAT DO YOU MOST VALUE IN YOUR FRIENDS?

[attr="class","egoanswers"]They let me disappoint them sometimes. I don't ever have to try so hard to meet their expectations.

[attr="class","egosurvey"] WHAT IS YOUR GREATEST REGRET?

[attr="class","egoanswers"]I uhhhm....I pushed over one of our front hitters during a practice before one of our games when I was a junior. She was a starter and I thought I had done it on accident, but I know they'd replace her with me if she ever got hurt. She took a bad shoulder sprain and I played three games while she was gone. She quit the team when she was scheduled to come back. We never spoke after that.

[attr="class","egosurvey"] HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO DIE?

[attr="class","egoanswers"]I don't ever wanna die, so I don't see any point in answering.

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