Post by Annabelle on Oct 21, 2009 19:48:47 GMT -5
.:Annabelle~
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Some say love - it is a river
That drowns the tender reed.
Some say love - it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love - it is a hunger
An endless aching need.
I say love - it is a flower
And you, it's only seed.
-The Rose [/center]
Stranger behind shadows, will you ask me my name?
I'm just a playing piece lost in life's brutal game...[/font]
Gender: XX
Age: 17 years
House: Chamerance
You talk behind backs, dare you speak to my face?
Why is life's beauty so hard to embrace?...[/font]
Hair color: Golden brown.
Height/Weight: 5'9'', 118 lbs.
Distinguishing Features: Her long hair, height, and her birthmark, a swirl-shaped darker area on her right thigh.
Appearance: Annabelle is tall, but never hunches or lowers her head when she walks. She doesn't really carry herself with pride, but more like with some dignity. She usually dresses rather plainly, with a T-shirt and jeans, and until there's frost on the ground, flip-flops. TXT [/size][/ul]
I can run fast, but can you keep pace?
[/size]Don't forget to remind me that life's not a race...[/font]
Likes:
- The Snow, Cold Weather (Especially Winter Mornings, but she doesn't dislike summer or anything)
- Nature in General (Forests, Mountains, Animals, Plants, etc)
- Horseback Riding
- Water/Swimming
- Drawing
- Piano and Flute
- Soccer
- Storms
- Dance
- Archery
Dislikes:
- Gossip
- Crowds
- Dances
- Rumors/The underlying 'codes' of social life
- Flirtatious or Girly-Girls
- Show-offs
Fears:
- Cars
- Fire, to a degree
- Nightmares
Best memory: Her early childhood, being able to see the sun and the grass and having all the time in the world, spending it drawing everything in sight and playing the flute and piano.
Worst memory: The day of her accident, when she lost her vision and nearly died.
Overall History: Annabelle was born to a middle-class family in New Brunswick, Canada. She was well cared for, well loved, and spent her time drawing the world as she knew it. She found her talent in art, dance, and music, pursuing them during her free time. Annabelle grew up quickly, entering school, and excelling. She was happy, content with her life and enjoying every moment of it.
One day, when she was twelve years old, Annabelle was being sent to school and her mother's car was hit by a drunk driver. Their car spun from the impact and slammed headlong into a telephone pole, before ricocheting off and coming to a stand-still after another impact with a large oak tree. Annabelle's mother was killed, and she was in such a critical state that doctors told her family that she wouldn't make the night. She had broken five ribs, four of them embedded in her lungs. Her skull had been cracked, her nose broken and all of her the bones in her limbs except her left arm snapped at several places. Annabelle made it though, living seven long and painful months in the hospital and then another three years at a rehap center. Shards of broken glass had flown into her eyes and face, so when she could finally walk again, she did so as a blind girl. Annabelle was devastated, longing for the light of the sun and the sight of trees and grass until it nearly drove her mad. Sometimes she would see visions, of a speck of light in the midst of the unending blackness, and she would scream in frustration as she could never reach it and it always winked away. She gave up her art, unable to see what she was drawing, and turned to what seemed the only thing left for her, music. She was forced to learn braille, and listen to audio books whenever she wanted to read. Annabelle never slept well, dreaming almost every night of the car accident and reliving it all over again. At the age of sixteen, Annabelle stepped out onto a busy road partially on accident, partially on purpose. She was hit by a car and died.
Unwilling to leave behind the earth and its beauty, she remained as a soul, searching in vain for her vision again. She finally came upon Chester Forests, and was given a new body with eyes that worked. She had been reluctant to open them at first, horribly afraid that if she did, it would only be to blackness and her only glimmer of hope would be vanquished. Annabelle had kept them closed for a day before finally trying it, and cried when she found she could actually see again.
Habits/Quirks:
- Vegetarian
- Makes lists of what she needs to do
- Twirls her pencil when she's thinking
- When she's extremely focused on moving something, her pupils rapidly dilate and constrict.
- Occasionally, when she looks at you, you feel like she's focusing on something behind you through your head. [Out of habit from being blind]
- When she's moving something out of irritation, she usually doesn't look at it.
Personality: Annabelle is quiet but clever, and holds lasting grudges as well as lasting friendships. She seeks the quiet of nature in the school grounds, and often she'll be there with a folding chair, a pencil and a drawing pad. She likes to carry around her drawing book wherever she goes, as well as her flute since a piano cannot be easily moved. She loves archery, and shoots lefty because of her eye dominance. Annabelle also extremely enjoys horseback riding, and would have loved hunting as well if it didn't involve the death or injury of animals. She's a vegetarian, partially because of 'animal rights' but mostly because she just doesn't like the taste of meat that much. She never imposes her ways on others, however, and isn't offended at all of people eat meat or express their liking of it in front of her. Although Annabelle prefers the solitude of nature, she's not bad with social predicaments, but she abhors them. She hates the way there's a social code of conduct that is never spoken but cannot be broken, they way you can say something but mean something entirely different. She hates the squeaky, weak, self-obsessed girls that are always adjusting their hair, putting on makeup, and clinging onto males all the time. She tends to avoid dances, but occasionally can be persuaded to go by her friends. Annabelle also likes dance, or choreographing. Although she's not the one to initiate conversation, she'll always be friendly to others unless they've done something to irritate or anger her. She speaks her mind, and seems to always get her revenge. When she's annoyed, and, for example, wants to fling a rock at someone, she'll stare straight ahead while the stone flies at the target from the side of her. But when she's using her powers not out of irritation, she'll mostly look at the object she's moving.
I might be in pain, but I won't let it show
Crying inside for a home I don't know[/font]
Powers: TELEKINESIS
Annabelle is a telekinetic. She can move things without touching them, within her general vicinity. She's not hindered by walls, but her power gets weaker as the target object gets farther away. For example, if she were to move a boulder, as she moved it away from her it would take more and more concentration, until a point where she wouldn't be able to lift it anymore and would have to tumble it, and then it would be out of her range. She typically has power enough to move things efficiently within a quarter to half-mile radius of her. Annabelle can move people, though not as efficiently as an object.
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Oh Goddess of nature pray, hear my plea
From this un-ending darkness, please set me free![/font]
Current residence: Chester Forests
Family: Only Child, Mother: Elaine Whitler Father: John Noble
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For a former life gone I shall try not to mourn
And will blossom again as a soul twice reborn.[/font]