Ava Elizabeth Bowen
Further Information
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"She says nothing at all, but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches,
with sad eyes, the slow dance of the infinite stars."
– Neil Gaiman
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DETAILS
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Appealing attributes ❧ Her golden olive-skin, her kind eyes and calming voice. She has one of those faces that instantly makes people trust her.
Physical defences ❧ She is still learning to yield her metahuman-abilities, but she has the potential of becoming very strong.
Phobias ❧ She is terrified of going on airplanes (in fact she has never been abroad). Apart from that she fears ending up alone.
Presentation ❧ She is a bit shy, but definitely comes across as kind and friendly. People tend to like her, although she is not the most memorable.
Voice ❧ Softspoken and slightly husky. Very pleasant to the ear.
Quirks ❧ Plenty; heavy amounts of nervous fiddling with her hands and talking to herself (and her cat) being the most prominent ones.
Hobbies ❧ She enjoys gardening a lot. Apart from that she collects old records and reads a lot of books.
Languages ❧ English as well as absolutely minimal amounts of Spanish. And code, if that counts.
Talents ❧ She is surprisingly good at dancing, although she would never admit it. Also is quite skilled at reading people, but she also has a talent for getting herself into trouble.
Scent ❧ She smells like Earl Gray tea, orange blossoms and fresh spring air.
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FAVOURITE...
|COLOUR| ⋄ She prefers earthy tones such as various shades of green and brown, yet she is also drawn to yellow, probably because of its association to bees.
|HIDING SPOT| ⋄ Her tiny balcony or another peaceful, natural scenery, preferably with a book in hand and a cup of tea nearby.
|DISH|⋄ She loves eating food from foreign cultures as it gives her the feeling of traveling when being at home. Morrocan tagine ranks highly on her list, and she has become quite the expert on making it.
|ANIMAL| ⋄ Bees: The fact that such little creatures hold such great ecological significance amazes her.
|BOOK| ⋄ The Zookeeper's Wife by Diane Ackerman is a current favourite at least. It's too hard choosing only one.
|SEASON| ⋄ Springtime, the season of new life and endless amounts of fresh herbs.
|ICE CREAM FLAVOUR| ⋄ Honey or almond.
|MYTHOLOGY GOD(DESS)| ⋄ Either Apate (Gardens, flowers, swampts and marshes) or Demeter (Harvest and fertility).
|FLOWER| ⋄ There's too many for her to choose a single one, although evening primrose and honeysuckle are amongst them.
|SCENT| ⋄ Freshly washed linnens, tea of any kind and various herbal fragrances for her.
|COUNTRY| ⋄ She has never been anywhere. Literally. But she would love to visit England.
|FRUIT| ⋄ Grapefruit in particular, but she enjoys almost all kinds of citrus fruit.
|MUSICAL GENRE| ⋄ Indie or anything soft to the ear with the occasional drifting towards something a bit more vintage.
|DRINK| ⋄ Earl Gray. Dark, a splash of milk, no sugar.
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|TIME OF DAY| ⋄ Dawn when the world around her is just about to wake up.
|SOUND| ⋄ The birds chirping in the early morning or heavy rain on the window.
|ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGE| ⋄ She always goes for a Bee's Knees (and if it's not available, she teaches the bartender how to make it).
|MONTH| ⋄ Late April or early May, depending on when the cherry blossoms and magnolias are in bloom.
|GEMSTONE| ⋄ A simple moonstone.
|QUOTE| ⋄ "X".
|ELEMENT| ⋄ Earth.
|EYE COLOUR| ⋄ She does not have a preference regarding eye colour.
|SWEET TREAT| ⋄ Homemade fruit pies of any kind. Rhubarb and apricot especially.
|RESTAURANT| ⋄ She hardly ever goes out for dinner, but occasionally she eats lunch at the café she works at (Blue Bee Café).
|LANGUAGE| ⋄ She likes the melodious sound of the Swedish language.
|TEXTURE| ⋄ The soft fur of her cat, Cleo, under her fingertips or grass underfoot.
|WEATHER CONDITION| ⋄ Heavy rain or even thunderstorms, but also breezy sunfilled days.
|MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE| ⋄ Water nymphs.
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AESTHETIC
O L Dx S O U L S
"There is a beautiful thing inside you
that is thousands of years old.
Too old to be captured in poems,
too old to be loved by everyone.
But loved so very deeply by a chosen few."
