“my worst oc” -my mom

(It's okay, you can laugh at the title.)

The first thing that you should probably know about Avery is that she has an abysmal fashion sense. She bought two of the same pair of jeans once, and she has about six different shirts. She has never yet been seen in another pair of shoes besides those beat-up blue sneakers.

She doesn't want her hair to grow out, or for her sister to paint her toenails. She threw out all her dresses and won't buy any more. She doesn't have a great track record of combing her hair, and she might be a feral creature if she wasn't so dependent on her creature comforts.

That being said, Avery's alright when you're not looking at her. She's at her best next to you and breathing in sync with you, whether you're watching something she doesn't care about on television, or sleeping next to her in a very cold bed. (Don't get any ideas. You'll be sleeping and nothing else.) She's always cold, so she'll steal all the blankets, but you might not even notice.

In the mornings she doesn't care about anything except remembering as much of last night's dream as she can, but by ten or eleven she's probably snapped out of it. That's when the fun begins. The worst thing about Avery is that you can always, always be sure- unless your name is [redacted for privacy reasons], she'd rather be doing something else than being with you.

No physical description has been provided, because it's not confirmed that the physical form she takes is her true one, and because, well, she's ugly.