ARMENTROUT, chavelle

[CHAVELLE ARMENTROUT]

Resident File Number 415
CHAVELLE ARMENTROUT

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NAME: Chavelle Leigh Armentrout
NICKNAMES: Pet names are allowed only amongst best friends. Chevy is used by the stupid; overall, she prefers to go by Chev because everyone knows going by your full name is lame, and Chavelle is just such a mouthful.
AGE: 18
BIRTH DATE: August 24th, 1992
SEX: Female
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual, Kinsey 1

PROBLEMS:
Manic-Depressive (Bipolar II) Disorder







PERSONALITY:

• AGGRESSIVE -- Along with a lack of knowing what people want to hear, the girl also is rather aggressive. She tends to misread body language and when this happens, the little red monster called Anger tends to come out. And she can be quite the bitch. She's quick to insult new people and she doesn't mind causing a scene and yelling in the middle of a classroom. A common trigger for her wrath is a creasing of the eyebrows while she talks, but looking her over has also been known to turn the crank as well.
  
  
• DISTANT -- Chev likes to come off as this completely open person, always ready for confrontation and conversation. This is true for the most part. She has no issue with shameless flirting. Sitting on people, licking them as she sees fit, touching, purring, moaning... as long as she is in control of the situation. As soon as the tide turns, she becomes defensive. The rules go as follows: she touches you, not the other way around; once she backs off, you'd better do the same. And if "you" (whoever that may be) doesn't follow through, they get the boot. Literally. In short, don't get too close or she'll freak out.
  
  
• EMPATHETIC -- She tends to read other people's emotions quite well. If she takes it into consideration, however, is another story.
  
  
• FLIRTY -- It is surprising that people checking her out can piss her off considering Chev can be quite the flirty little skank. If she views someone as attractive, she likes to let them know. She'll flick her hair, bat her eyelashes, lick her lips. Sometimes she'll go as far as sit on their lap if she judges the other person as inviting. Her flirtatiousness is a double-edged sword, however. When in full-on flirt mode, she can become rather pissy if interrupted or rejected, especially if she viewed the person being flirted with as receptive to her advances. She takes sexual orientation as a suggestion, flirting with hetero- and homosexual males alike. Females she tends to stay away from, mainly forming romantic attachments to close friends rather than complete strangers, though she's not against hitting on a pretty girl.
  
  
• INTELLIGENT -- Though an idiot at times, Chavelle is no dumbass and is quite proud of her supposed "street smarts." She is in no way naive and tends to grab hold of situations rather quickly.
  
  
• OUTGOING -- Chavelle is one heck of an outgoing chica. She has no issues whatsoever with talking to people she doesn't know. She and can carry on with almost-strangers the same way she does with her closest friends. Friendly and hardly judgmental -- with the male crowd -- she can be found in various groups and cliques. Her main friendly fascination is Skip, however. When not with her "faggy friend," as she lovingly calls him, she can be found bouncing from group to group, clique to clique, invited or not.
  
  
• PLAYFUL -- If you'd heard Chev suffered from bipolar disorder, most likely you wouldn't believe it. She's a rather happy girl, if moody more often than not. She has a wide range of humor, though nowadays it ranges from the sarcastic to unexpected area.
  
  
• UNCENSORED -- Though outgoing, Chev also has a problem with letting her mouth get the best of her. Whether it be giving out others' secrets on accident or being "too open," she tends to be shunned by others for her lack of restraint. She is also viewed to have quite the filthy mouth, spitting curses as she wishes with little to no second thought as to what she's saying to whoever it is she is talking to.

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LIKES:

• Boys ♥ ^{and sometimes girls}
  
• Has a weakness for teachers/older men
  
• BOOTS -- the best "article of clothing" in her opinion
  
• Horror genre in general
  
• Poetry, though she's no poet herself
  
• Gothic lolita fashion, even if she could never pull it off
  
• "Gothic" fashion in general, particularly cyber goth
  
• Leather accessories of any sort (wristbands, collars, etc.)
  
• Being the center of attention
  
• Being in complete control
  
• Pulling pranks. A favorite is spiking drinks.
  
• Outwitting people (usually fails to do this)
  
• Nighttime, particularly after midnight hours
  
• Shopping and/or trolling the mall
  
• Cappuccinos
  
• Orchestral metal

DISLIKES:

• "Two-faced, lying bitchfucks"
  
• Tramps, ironically
  
• Hypocrisy
  
• Reading anything that classifies as literature
  
• Nevermind. Reading in general
  
• Romance movies/books. They are "distasteful."
  
• Drunkards. Occasional drinking is fine, however.
  
• That last bit of drink in the bottom of the cup; she refuses to drink the last bit
  
• Lithium, in all shapes and forms.
  
• Most people, to be honest
  
• Her insomnia
  
• Daytime due to its association with school and forced socialization
  
• Cell phones
  
• Skip, but only because he's "so damned adorable"

FEARS:

• Small, enclosed spaces
  
• Being alone

PHOBIAS:

• None. She's not horrendously scared of anything. LAME.
  
• Blood. People nearby had better hope she hasn't eaten recently.
  ....actually, it'd be better just to not be near her at all if there's blood.
  
• Falling in love/getting too attached

HAIR COLOR: Dark Medium brown
EYE COLOR: Dark brown
HEIGHT/WEIGHT: 5'9".... "My weight is my business."
STYLE:
What to say about THE Chavelle Armentrout... First of all, she's a pale Caucasian. Never a fan of the sun, she's one of those unlucky souls that just burn and burn some more until her skin's bright red and resembles raw fish. She's tall for a girl, you could say, standing alone at five foot nine (and a half) inches. This is relative, however, as she wears platform boots on occasion. So, in short, some days she can tower somewhere near the six-feet line. A fearful day for her height-phobic friends.

Though tall, Chev is by no means lanky. Unlike usual females, she is one of the rare cases where her torso is longer rather than her legs, giving her the proportioning of that of a male. It doesn't bother her; she's decided her legs, though not as long as other girls', are the best part of her body, aside from her, er, chest. C-cups, and she was happy to get away those "little things" considering the gene pool back home.

She inherited medium brown hair from her mother, as well as dark brown eyes. (Dominant genes galore in that family.) Her hair is naturally straight, though she feels the need to straighten it anyway. It falls an inch or so past her shoulders and nothing extravagant is done with it. As for makeup, she uses it sparingly. Eyeliner and mascara are the only things used unless it happens to be a special occasion-- a for-serious date, for example. Other than that, Chavelle keeps to the code of simplicity. A victim of the modeling industry, she believes she is unattractive and makeup won't change it, so why bother?

Onto clothing, dear oh dear, what a mess. Depending on your tastes, she could either be described as a "skank" or "easy," or both. They're interchangeable. Modesty is not in her vocabulary ("too big of a word"). She's quite fond of corsets and isn't against buying one from the lingerie section and wearing it as a normal top. Tailored corsets are are worn as well, but if she finds a "supercute" corset at a low price... you can bet she'll wear it. Following along with the Code of the Teenager, Chavelle is normally forced into covering up her "supercute" tops with a hoodie. Her favorite of her own is a black and pink fairy jacket with cut-ties running up the arms

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Remember what we said about how she felt about her legs? She prefers to not keep them a secret. Skirts are her version of jeans. Plaid, checkered, or solid-colored... as long as it's short and pleated, you can expect to see her in it. She does have her own stash of jeans and sweats, but wears them as an act of laziness or a last resort. Boots are a necessity to her get-up. She prefers the Demonia brand, where she gets most of her footwear, but anything black and leather will do. The choice of store, however, leaves her with only two pair of boots, and she is very protective of them. She practically babies them. To give her brownie points, Chev refuses to wear thigh-high boots. They either go to the knees or they don't go at all.

Accessories are few but sometimes present. She likes to sport hobo-gloves and arm warmers on cold days. Though not a fan of jewelry, she will wear it if it is a gift or holds some sort of significance. For instance, the silver cross that was given to her by a lovely... lover. No one needs to know it was her teacher that gave it to her, though, so shush.
LOOK ALIKE: Sofi Remo[/size]







FATHER: Adam Haywood Meyers, Abandoning Asshole Mechanic, 41
MOTHER: Barbie Jean Armentrout-Meyers, Apathetic Bitch Cashier, 35
SIBLINGS: Angel Marie Meyers, n/a, 15
Kaleb Sean Meyers, n/a, 9

HISTORY:

Life in Felicity, Ohio, was probably boring for the neighborhood before Chavelle was born. You see, since her mother and father were married, the town had been in a hubbub of utter boredom... But then the two started punchin' out kids and punchin' out kids and punchin' out kids -- and then they divorced. It was a messy divorce too, the kind that rips the family in half and then later comes back to rips it to shreds. It was her mother's fault, the greedy bitch, but a woman's gotta do what a woman's gotta do, and Barbie Jean wanted the kids, the house, and the money. She got the house and she got the money; she got Chev, too, successfully fucked her up doing it, but she did get her eldest daughter. Chev stopped having a father at the age of three and a half, and she never saw her siblings again.

Other than the horrible divorce and the occasional dysfunctional two-person family moments, Chev had a normal life. Throughout middle school, she didn't make great grades, but she didn't make bad ones either. She was one of the 'popular' kids, friends with everybody and well acquainted with everyone else. She went to dances and she always had dates, went to the mall (if you could call that wreck a mall), she went through the troubles and horribly awful turmoils of preteen life. And then she graduated from Felicity-Franklin Middle and went up to the high-and-mighty Felictiy-Franklin Local High School. Ooooo.

Now don't get me wrong: the girl did good up until her sophomore year, second semester. In fact, she kept up her good reputation as the kid to talk to when you really had some serious problems on your hands. But after January 11th came around (the date that district changes semesters), it was tarnished. Mr. Steven Michaels, a 37-year-old-and-charming Chemistry teacher, was found in his classroom, alone, with Chavelle after school in a rather peculiar position.

It was a nasty shock for everyone in the city to find out that their 16-year-old sweetcheeks was screwing around with one of the high school's most esteemed teachers. And he was married; that fact made the fire that much brighter. Not the pedophilia, not the positive pregnancy test that followed... the adultery. God forbid he cheat on his wife. So, in the end, Mister Steven Michaels was sent off to prison trial with a nice "CHILD PREDATOR" stamp on his forehead, and Chavelle was sent off to the nearest sex-addicts' clinic. Eventually it was ruled that she wasn't a sex addict at all after evaluation. The only ruling that came from that was an impulse issue. Further study passed the diagnosis of bipolar disorder after the girl finally hit a massive low-- a depression. It passed within a week.. and then she perked right back up. Suspicious, and rather lazy, it was easier to pass her off as "abnormal" rather than to look into things. So here she is, the Chavelle Leigh Armentrout, open for fucking business-- oh wait, that's West Virginia's motto.

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