Ayla Schultz.

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001. NAME• Ayla Schultz.
002. NICKNAME• None, just Ayla.
003. AGE• 16.
004. BIRTHDATE• 02-12-1993.
005. WHERE YOU LIVE?• Stuttgart, Germany.

001. YOUR FACE• Geena Mullins.
002. HAIR•

Ayla has long, curly, mousy-brown hair, that reaches down to just above her shoulder-blades. She usually wears it down, or in a messy ponytail.

003. EYES•

Her eyes are a ocean-like color. A mixture between blue, green and gray, though the blue seems most dominant.

004. HIEGHT• 5’4
005. WEIGHT• 122 lbs.
006. BODY MODS•

Ayla has her bottom-lip pierced near the left corner with a silver-colored ring, and both her ears.

007. FASHION/STYLE•

Ayla likes the alternative kind of styles; the bright skinny jeans, skater pants, and unique accessories. However, usually, she simply wears jeans and a t-shirt, because some people aren’t too pleased with her dressing up.

001. LIKES•

Music, body art, spending the whole day in bed, Italian food, bikes, boxing, children, writing, partying, boys.

002. DISLIKES•

Arrogance & selfishness, being treated as younger, being told to calm down and take it easy, getting dumped or turned down, bitches, playing whore, school, responsibilities, anything that has more than four legs.

003. FEARS•

Losing, falling in love, responsibilities, failing, bugs.

004. STRENGTHS•

Independence, stubbornness, boxing, playin’ guitar, dominance, optimism.

005. WEAKNESSES•

Trusting others too quickly, keeping promises, challenges, confessing, romance.

006. ODDITIES•

Ayla has a rare obsession with blades and martial arts. She’s completely in love with baby shoes. At one moment she wants to be a vegetarian, and then she’s happily ordering a hamburger at McDonald’s. She absolutely hates cheese and cotton wool.

007. ORIENTATION• Straight.
008. SPECIFIC MORALS• None.
009. PERSONALITY OVERVIEW•

Curious, stubborn and brave by nature. All this mixed together, means nothing but trouble. Ayla might seem like the kind of girl who just loves getting into unpleasant conflicts, but that is far from the truth. But while it isn’t true, no one can say it is a lie. With her laid-back and calm attitude at one side, the other half of her personality could be considered as a complete opposite. At times, Ayla tends to be rather aggressive and a true daredevil.

Her eyes seem to give away more about her than originally planned. Calling this her ‘weak-point’, it is also something she can’t live without. Her eyes do most work when it comes to conversations, which means she, herself, can keep her lips sealed. And honestly, this is something she really appreciates. Her way of acting towards others; it all depends on the way they act towards her. Treating her like a kid, for example, just basically begs for war. It is something that angers her the most. Being underestimated, and discriminated because of her sex. The fact that she is, indeed, female, does not make her any weaker.

Willpower. This has always been a problem for Ayla. Giving up is often the option that comes into her mind first. When something messes up this first time, she is positive that it also won’t succeed the second time. However, no matter that it is usually what is most easy, she hated to give in to this option. She hates to lose, with anything, from simple card games to this thing called life.

001. PARENT ONE•

Gustav Schultz, 48.

Gustav was born and raised in Germany, where the happy little family currently lives.

Gustav tends to be rather aggressive and abusive. This mixes nicely with the fact that his temper can be very short, especially when under the influence of drugs. As a child, Gustav has always been told that men are higher ranked than women, and that as a men, he should carry everything on his shoulders.

002. PARENT TWO•

Lorraine Carlier, 42.

Lorraine was born in Lyon, French, and moved to Stuttgart a few years after meeting Gustav.

Lorriane was raised to be a caring, motherly type of woman, and even after several years with her so-called ‘partner’, this is still reflected in her personality. She puts her children before herself, no matter the cost, and often ends up forced to protect them from her boyfriend.

003. SIBLINGS•

Michael (Mike, Mikey.) Schultz, 12.

Micheal was born in Stuttgart, just like his older sister.

Micheal tends to be rather quiet, keeping everything to himself. This is simply because, whenever he did try to express himself, he was told that whining and crying wasn’t meant for men. With that thought, Mikey remains quiet and calm in front of his father, while in reality, he is the kind and sensitive kind of guy.

004. PETS•

Mousy, dog, mixed race, 3.

Mousy is the small, hyperactive dog that belongs to Ayla. Her fur is a light blonde color, with some spots white and some a light brown. Mouse stands at a knee-length, and has the built of a true racing dog. She’d sweet and listens, most of the times, though tends to be aggressive with strangers. However, that’s just part of her defensive side, the will to protect her family.

005. HISTORY OVERVIEW•

The Beginning.

Ayla Schultz was born an unfortunate conditions, in a ‘crappy’ hospital in Stuttgart. When just born, the little girl had trouble breathing. Or to put things more clearly, didn’t breath at all. Her heartbeat was slow and distant, and doctors were afraid that she wouldn’t make it. This shocked only one person, one other than the exhausted mother that was about to pass out right then and there; Angelique Carlier, Ayla’s grandmother. She was the only one there, sitting by her daughter’s bedside. Gustav wasn’t there. He had never shown up, no matter how often they had tried to reach him. It was only the first sign of the refusal of his fatherhood.

Growing up.

The first few weeks after Ayla was born, it was Angelique who took care of the newborn baby. Lorraine was still recovering from the event, and Gustav was too busy with his so-called ‘work’ to even bother getting to know his child. That was exactly what caused Ayla to be somewhat distant from him, to not accept him as her father. He never tried, only watched how his daughter grew older.

The first years of elementary school were tough. She was often bullied because she tended to be quiet and wanting to play alone, have nothing to do with other kids. They found this strange, which could have been somewhat true. It was the same with teachers. They had always been afraid that she wouldn’t make friends, and be lonely. And Ayla was lonely. But with her lack of experience in being social, she was too afraid to simply walk up to someone and play games. No, it took a long time before she actually had the guts to open up a little bit.

But there was another reason as well for Ayla’s behavior. Her father Gustav, who was sometimes abusive and aggressive, began taking his anger out on Ayla and his girlfriend. Ever since Ayla had been born, he had been more frustrated than ever. She never knew when it was safe to go home, whether there was an angry father waiting for her or a sweet, innocent mother. The beatings got worse, simple bruises turning into more serious wounds such as cuts and sprains. That was the reason why she could never join the class with Gym. Perhaps that was also a reason why people thought she was strange. But things changed when she went to Realschule. (A type of highschool in Germany).

In Realschule, she had a new start. But that was harder than she’d first thought and hoped it would be. Everything was strange, and new. But sooner or later, Ayla learnt that this could be in her advantage. She took this as the opportunity to change, to finally try and be who she wanted to be. She changed her quiet, shy attitude into one that was more open and rebellious. She made friends, though not all of them were the good types of friends, and developed into the defensive rebel she is nowadays.

Trouble.

Unfortunately, the young Ayla had made friends with some of the wrong people as well. And those people happened to be the ones that were closest to her. Along with them, she picked up the curiosity for drugs and sex, of course. And soon enough, this interest turned into the one thing that changed her life completely. She still curses the God-forsaken day she smoked her first joint. It didn’t take her long to become hooked, like of friends, and with them, she began staying out late at night, drinking and getting high. However, she never told her parents, nor her grandmother or brother. What the hell were they supposed to think of her, a little 14 year old rebel that was on drugs?

Romance.

On one night, at a random party Ayla went, she met Thomas. Thomas was the skater-boy type of guy; relaxed, laid back, and still totally crazy. That same evening, she found herself attracted to the young guitarist, who only happened to be three years older than her. They talked a little, flirted, danced. However, Tom’s intention were completely different from Ayla’s, who was just plain curious and a little too desperate. But things took a turn, and after she was fed drunk, the both of them ended up in bed in some crappy, cheep motel.

It was one of the biggest mistakes in her life, but it could never ever be changed. And she hadn’t even been willing. Nowadays, she claims that it was rape, even though that term isn’t exactly correct.

The Present.

At the moment, the young girl is still hooked on pot, and she tends to drink a little bit too much at times. The beatings of her father never stopped, and she and her mother have to protect Mikey whenever Gustav’s having one of his ‘attacks’. Angelique died from an unknown cause, and Lorraine is desperate to know what exactly had killed her mother. In the meantime, they all have to make a living and get enough money to have some food on the table. But that is a hard thing with the crisis going on, and their poor jobs.

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001. ANYTHING ELSE?• None.
002. ROLE PLAY SAMPLE•

It was late in the evening. The raindrops clattered on the glass of the half-open windows, and the room was only lit by the dim light of a random lamppost. Apart from that, the room was completely dark; as dark as the night was supposed to be. Dark and dead. Silent. Mysterious. And perhaps all that could be found in this single room. Though, it wasn’t completely dead. There were two forms of life.

One was human, and the other was yet to be defined. It was a young girl, by the age of sixteen, who was dressed in nothing but a tight top and underpants, and with her hair tied in a loose ponytail. She sat there, in a shadowy corner of her old bed, which always creaked whenever you moved on it, with her back pressed against the hard wall, staring numbly in front of her. The other life-form, was small, and lightly colored. It’s features were long and delicate, it’s eyes were closed, and it’s head rested on the young girl’s lap while it snored gently. The creature’s breathing was the only peaceful thing in the room at that time.

The girl, shifted carefully on the bed, minding not to move the other’s head, and attempted to lie back down on the cold mattress. As expected, the bed creaked, and before she had even finished a movement, a low, quiet whine rang through the once silent room. Ayla sighed softly. Shit. She had woken her up. “’Schuldigung...” she whispered, and patted the small dog softly on the head before resting her head down on the pillow. It had been a long day, and the both of them could use some rest. It was probably around 3 o’clock, and she hadn’t gotten any sleep yet. It surprised her that Mousy even managed. Why? Because the yelling from downstairs hadn’t stopped for hours.

Like every night, her parents would fight. She could hardly bare the sound of her mother crying, let along the offensive yells of the man who claimed to be her father. Sometimes, her mother would scream, and that was what she hated the most. Because that was a sign that her father had lost control once again. Where would Lorraine be bruised tomorrow? Her cheek, her thigh, her chest, her stomach? Or would he rape her again? And the worst thing was, that she could do nothing but pray that they would all be okay, that this would be over soon. She wanted to go downstairs, and use the techniques she’d learnt at training on father, but she knew that as soon as she moved down the stairs, Micheal would come running after her. And he had to be safe. No matter what, nothing would harm him or Mousy.

With one last deep breath, Ayla closed her eyes tightly, and reached over to touch one of Mousy’s paws with a delicate hand. She had to sleep. Too many nights were ruined because of this stupid fighting. They all had to sleep. Couldn’t they just shut up and mind their own business? Couldn’t father just be normal and understanding? Couldn’t they just be a normal family?