Aubrey Amelia Haile

the basics

full name ♦ Aubrey Amelia Haile
nicknames ♦ Meme (pronounced Mimi)
age ♦ nineteen
birthday ♦ august 14th
occupation ♦ intern at Our Lady of the Lake Hospital
school ♦ Primrose
species ♦ shapeshifter (cat)
ability/power ♦ ^^
how the ability works ♦ Aubrey can change into a cat at will. The transformation is painful but over time and practice, she has become a bit more comfortable with it. She transforms quite often, enjoying the freedom that it offers her, and so she is able to control it very easily. It requires more energy to shift than it does to maintain her shape (in either form) and so lack of sleep or sickness can sometimes inhibit her ability to change. 

Whether she's a cat or not, her senses are slightly better than those of a regular person. She can see very well in the dark and is very agile. While she is a cat, she maintains her human mentality and awareness however this will begin to succumb to instinct the longer she spends in her feline form. 

gender ♦ she | her(s)
sexuality ♦ bisexual

the appearance

face claim ♦ Yara Shahidi
height and weight ♦ 5'6", 115 lbs
identifying features ♦ burn scar on her upper arm and back
overall appearance ♦ Aubrey likes to wear bright colors and keep up with what is considered fucking hot. Her favorite colors are pink and yellow and she often wears clothes reminiscent of 80s fashion. She rarely is seen without jewelry and can run in heels like a champ. Her hair is often wild and free like her fucking soul. 

As a cat, she has tortoiseshell coloring and markings, to go with her colorful tortitude. 

the personality

likes ♦
+ sweaters feel like heaven
+ art shit-- i'm good at art shit
+ hot tea is relaxing and makes me forget that y'all suck
+ buying clothes even though i only wear the same three sweaters
+ dancing, i can move
+ horror movies are my shit but don't be askin' me to be quiet
+ autumn is the best weather

dislikes ♦ 
- bugs are the worst
- summer is too fucking hot
- fake ass bitches
- noodles because it's like eating a worm and i ain't no fuckin' bird
- "ohai can i try on your glasses?" bitch i can't see you can try my fist in your throat
- rain because it gets on everything and it smells gross

strengths ♦ resilient, strong-willed, outspoken, confident
weaknesses ♦ hot-headed, resentful, holds grudges
dreams ♦ to be a neurosurgeon 
fears ♦ to be injured or trapped as a cat
overall personality ♦ 

Aubrey is very extroverted and says what's on her mind. She calls people out on their shit and will not hesitate to throw some punches if she feels the need, whether with fists or words. She's particularly quick with both.

Whether she's mean or nice depends on the person you're asking. She can hit both extremes, feeling very caring and thoughtful toward her friends but very spiteful and agitated with people who get under her skin. 

In general, she likes to try new things and is pretty adventurous and full of fire. She's determined to get what she wants and works very hard to reach her goals. 

When confronted, she can be very defensive and will keep arguing until she has the last word. She is someone you want to have as a friend, and someone you definitely don't want as an enemy. 

She can be cuddly, and she can be a bitch. She is a cat.

the history

father ♦ Hakim Haile, 49, Insurance Broker
mother ♦ Lya Tsegwe, 47, Software Engineer
siblings ♦ Oliver Haile, brother, 24, Primrose Alum
important people ♦ n/a
hometown ♦ Baton Rouge
overall history ♦

trigger warning: terrorism, assault







"be quiet and keep your head down."

It was the first experience of your life that became a vivid memory. You always wondered why your family moved to the Democratic Republic of Congo. Ethiopia had seemed better in every way. It was pretty, and quiet, and safe. The Congo never felt like home the entire four years that you lived there. The people spoke too many languages and didn't get along with each other. In 2004, the massacre shattered your world. Explosions went off around you, smoke filled your lungs, air burned as it desperately shot down your throat. Darkness wore you like a weighted blanket, forcing you to the ground. You couldn't move. You couldn't breathe. 

"be quiet and wait your turn." 

It was a year before you were able to move to America. Everyone wanted to go and no one from America wanted you. Your parents warned you not to cause any trouble. You were already starting life a peg beneath most people around you and you didn't need to draw any negative attention to yourself.

"be quiet and listen."

NOLA French was not like Congo French. When you spoke French, people told you to speak English. When you spoke English, people asked you where you were from. It was a constant reminder that you didn't belong there. You never belonged in DRC, and you didn't belong here. You felt empty. 

"be quiet. we're working."

Your parents never had time for you. Oliver was your everything. Your brother, your best friend, your protector. He helped you with your homework, sat in your room enduring your tea parties, and watched as you put on fashion shows, trying on your mother's clothes. Your parents weren't ignoring you because they didn't care-- they were ignoring you because they were building a life for you. They started with nothing, and worked any job they could to get through school. 

"be quiet or i'll slit your throat." 

By the time you grew accustomed to NOLA, there was more for you to get used to. Your parents had always warned you not to walk around alone at night. You usually listened, but sitting at home in your huge room in your huge house caused you feelings of anxiety. You needed some fresh air. You needed to get out. He needed money, and to this day you wonder if the attack had been targeted due to your parents' wealth or if it had been random. He grabbed your arm and shoved you into the side of a building, the cold bricks scratching your back. You took your hand, digging your nails into his eye in an attempt to escape his grip. He retaliated, slamming your head into the wall and reaching into the bag around your shoulder. Before another blow could find you, you were shrinking.

"be quiet about this. no one can know."

You were a cat. You ran around the corner before you even realized what had happened to your body. You found a space to hide behind a dumpster, shaking and crying as you curled up and hid your face. Your body hurt. Your mind was exhausted. It took you two days to get back home, and another three to figure out how to phase back. 

"be quiet for once, jesus christ."

You smirked at your brother. You were on your way to Primrose, your belongings stuffed into the back of the car. Oliver had already come and gone and now it was your turn. You were eager to get away from your parents and not even Ollie's smartass comments could bring you down. 

the role player

alias ♦ jem
age ♦ 24
pronouns ♦ she | her
code ♦ ADMIN EDIT
other characters ♦ Cameron Gallagher , Robbie Jude Lovelle , Elijah Noel Cartwright , Ezra John Davies , Dakota Chotke , Gaspard J. Charbonneau