gregors, annabel lee

[annabel gregors]

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age;; fifteen years
experience;; five or six years (on and off)
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name;; Annabel Lee Gregors
nicknames;; Anna by her mother, Bananabel by her father, etc.
age;; fourteen
date of birth;; February 4, 1993
species;; mutt (fallen + were)
year;; freshman
sexual orientation;; heterosexual (though a tad curious)
occupation;; student
face claim;; Hayden Panettiere


general appearance;;

The first thing you probably notice about Annabel is that she comes up to your bellybutton.

Okay, well, that's an exaggeration, but for the 5'2" young lady it might as well be true. Ironically, she hit her growth spurt early, so she began to experience the joys of puberty before her strangely jealous companions. As a result of her "feminine development," a womanly figure blessed the young lady. Amid the slew of Tampax and new bras, Annabel took a liking to her curves, now quick to play them up whenever the chance arrives.

Her face is nothing special; yes, pretty, but it's not anything that you would want to tattoo onto the inside of your eyelids. Her fair skin is lightly tanned and fairly clear as far as blemishes go. Obviously, a blackhead here and there will curse any teenage girl, but it's nothing that a bit of eco-friendly make-up can't conceal. As far as a make-up pallette, Annabel's tools of the trade are generally as natural-looking as possible, accompanied with a touch of drama. Miss Gregor's gold-flecked green eyes are almost constantly paired with mascara-coated lashes. Add a bit of Burts Bees and she's out the door.

There are two things Annabel Gregor appreciates about herself above all others, and they are, quite frankly, her hair and her fashion. Waves and curls... straight as a board... whatever! You can guarantee this little lady's hair will look good. (And it should with all of the work she puts into it!) Sure, she probably spends a fortune on her dirty blonde tresses, but that doesn't matter when your hair is as soft as hers. The next best thing about her is her wardrobe. Filled to the brim with cutesy dresses and stolen older brothers' t-shirts, Annabel will always have something to wear that no one else has. Lacking one particular style, she leans toward casual and vintage. But anything goes, really. "Comfort is key; just make sure you make your comfort cute."

Then, of course, once a month, something happens. And it's not what normal girls' monthly cycle consists of. Every full moon, Annabel Lee Gregors has the undeniable urge to run around on all fours and sniff her friends' butts. Okay, yeah, that's a bit of a stretch, but you get the hint. Angels are picturesque in every aspect, their ivory wings enough to make the coldest old codger swoon. So, if you cross a majesty and fear of the werewolf with the beauty and grace of an angel, the product is a winged canine that has you awe-shocked. Right? Wrong (at least, in this case). A transformed Annabel is a scrawny wolf who looks like a duckling losing its yellow down. With a dark brown pelt, this runt of a man-wolf has a reasonably-sized set of wings. Generally, man-dogs don't fly. Strike one against the weirdo. The wings are a dirty gray-white color, even when they're as clean as can be. Strike two. Last but not least, the ugly feathers are replaced in some places by splotches of dark brown fur (which is not a pretty sight no matter how much you squint your eyes and cock your head). Strike three; Ugly Dog out.

general personality;;

Annabel Gregors is an open-book. Easily read and quick to trust, you could almost get any information out of this eager-to-please girl. Though she is generally outgoing and optimistic, it is usually because of the company she tries to surround herself with. (That's the one upside to her magyck.) Always trying to be quirky, fun, and different, she often fails. But, who can blame her? Her magyck allows her to copy people, not become their polar opposite.

Many a time does she become frustrated and quick-tempered. Her hipbone may come parallel to your knee, but she'll still try to take you out if you take it too far. Despite her attempts at being ferocious, Annabel comes across rather comical when fuming. Also, you'll never have to worry about this one hiding her emotions with cryptic little hints; Miss Gregors wears her heart on her sleeve for the world to see and wouldn't even hesitate to tell you exactly how she feels.

On the other hand, Annabel Lee can be quite the sweetheart. A sucker for romantics, any sort of nicety can make her smile. This young lady lives to help others, so humanitarian causes are right up her alley. Also in the spirit of loving all of mankind, she's pretty freakin' flirtatious. She means no harm in it, and, half of the time, it's completely unintentional. But that doesn't matter to most. And, to make matters worse, she's one of those people, y'know, the touchy-feely type. Miss Gregors appreciates the fact that you can casually cuddle with someone without it meaning anything. Jealous girlfriends, watch out.

likes;;

[»] people
[»] boys
[»] heck, maybe even girls
[»] photography
[»] books
[»] mathematics
[»] psychology
[»] pokemon
[»] music
[»] lemons
[»] nerds
[»] causes (To Write Love On Her Arms, Invisible Children, etc)
[»] Vans
[»] The Perks of Being a Wallflower
[»] her hair

dislikes;;

[»] how ugly her wings are
[»] cantaloupe
[»] her step-dad
[»] the word "ventriliquism"
[»] her handwriting
[»] her "fat" thighs
[»] how useless her magyck is

fears;;

[»] liking alcohol
[»] Alzheimers
[»] eternal isolation
[»] suicide
[»] losing the big "v"

quirks;;

[»] loves playing with hair
[»] began chewing on her lip because she thought it made her look sexy
[»] has a "special" way of blowing kisses
[»] immensely disturbed by the thought of cockroaches
[»] finds push-up bras much more comfortable than regular ones
[»] thinks rats are overrated
[»] cannot stand the song "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun"
[»] highly enjoys forensics and murder shows

secrets;;

[»] rocks out to The Beatles
[»] would probably kiss anyone
[»] thinks she would be a slutty drunk
[»] tries extremely hard to look older

magyck;;

absorption: temporary "copying" of one's magyck
empathy: feeling (and controlling with advanced empathy) others' emotions (which can be quite a bitch when the girl next to you is PMSing)

family members;;

fallen-angel mother: Elizabeth Rose Baston [forty]
human step-father: Andrew "Rush" Baston [forty-six]
mixed half-brother: Jacob Everett Baston [seventeen]
mixed half-brother: Daniel Ray Baston [eighteen]

werewolf father: Richard Alexander Gregors [thirty-nine]
werewolf step-mother: Alysse Jasmine Gregors [forty-two]
werewolf half-sister: Bethany Analise Gregors [ten]

history;;

Elizabeth met Rush Baston when she was eighteen and he twenty-four. The pair married a year later. Things went fine at first; Elizabeth had always prefered the maturity of older men, and Rush was kind. Jacob Everett Baston was born when Elizabeth was twenty-two, and little Daniel Ray followed soon after. Elizabeth Baston was twenty-three and had already acquired the picturesque life some women dreamed about for decades. She had about one more year before she decided that her husband was a little too mature; she was only young once! That was also around the time when she became close friends with Richard Gregors, a former classmate of hers. One thing led to another, and Rush was soon alerted that his wife was going to have a child. Too bad it wasn't his.

Annabel Lee Gregors was born after eight long hours of labor on a stormy night in February. Unbeknownst to the doctors in the delivery room, the woman was birthing a misfit in every aspect of the word. A half-breed born to a cheating wife out of wedlock. Makes for a lovely title, doesn't it? Inspite of that, Richard Gregors was in the waiting room all the same. It had been thediced that Richard would raise Annabel, at least for the majority of the earlier years. Once their little girl started with her wolfish tendencies, no one could expect Rush to explain what happens every full moon. With that, the two went their separate ways. Richard departed with his darling little angel, and Elizabeth arrived home to an extremely unhappy husband.

The events proceeding Annabel's birth were rather insignificant in comparison. Elizabeth and Rush patched things up, modelling as the perfect couple in public with their seemingly picture-perfect sons. Richard met and married his close friend Alysse when Annabel was two years old. A few years later, Annabel had her own little sister, Bethany Analise. Annabel was explained to early on about her twisted parentage. She became familiar with her birth mother, but the strange looks her step-father gave her limited the time on her visits.

Annabel Gregors cannot quite remember when her dad's genetics started kicking in, but she quickly became comfortable with the moonlit process. However, she can definitely remember when her magyck came about. Her "powers" were coupled with puberty, so her mood swings seemed severe, but normal for the time. It wasn't until Mr. Gregors cut his finger slicing carrots and Annabel's finger simultaneously hurt that her father finally understood.

Winterthorne, here she comes.

post sample;;

It was one of those days. The kind of days that seem like everything is perfect. The kind of days where it seems like nothing will ever go wrong. The kind of days where time stands still and yet speeds by without a second thought. It was one of those days.

Seated under an apple tree, Reneè relaxed in the shade, a book in her lap. A soft breeze floated through the leaves and limbs, flickering the worn pages of the novel. A-rat-a-tat-tat, tat-a-tat-tat, went the fluttering pages. Renee’s lips turned up, pleased by the teasing wind. It was a dance, she decided, dog-ear-marking her page and shutting the book. The wind is dancing for me, and I am its audience. I think I should pay it proper respect. For a moment, the wind slowed. The warmth of the setting sun enveloped her, the brilliant colors awing her. Before her, a dazzling lake stood firm, as if it were assuring her that the day would never end. Slowly, her eyelids slid shut, and a grand stage appeared.

Everything had transformed. The stage, a marvelous structure of rich, glistening cherry wood and a grandiose gold sculpture around the opening, was only the foundation for the beauty. The backdrop was a painting of the sunset, capturing every detail and appearing absolutely flawless. Soft lighting filled the stage, accenting each perfect piece with a warm glow. An orchestra played in their pit, a soft melody of equal perfection.

Five men clad in white leaped onto center stage, their masculine figures contrasting with their obvious grace. Their costumes, form fitting in all aspects, shone as if each was made of the finest silks. They began dancing with unbelievable precision and talent, and one could only watch them. Moments later, five women joined them with the same grace and power over the audience. They, too, were dressed in an almost-metallic fabric, but theirs a light blue. Tutus rested around their hips, giving them a look of confidence, for something so frilly would have looked ridiculous on anyone else. Their steps were as light and as playful as the wind they characterized, and their stances so poised as the men lifted them above their heads.

Then, a sixth women took center stage. She stood out among the rest, wrapped in and identical black outfit. The lights dimmed upon her entrance, and the audience could notice tiny spots of light on the back drop, symbolizing the stars. One by one, the couples exited the stage until it was only the Lady in Black. The orchestra had steadily inclined, with its dramatic sounds and sudden increase in volume. She twirled and leapt and danced, acquiring a power none of the other couples had had. She was graceful yet powerful, awe-inspiring yet possessive.

The climax had come. The lights were dimmed even more and the orchestra played even more furiously. And, finally, it came. A pause came from both dancer and musicians. No one moved. Muscles tensed. Audience silenced. Then she leapt. The orchestra played louder than ever, and she rose above her standard. Everything slowed down. At the height of her jump, the orchestra stopped, the lights were cut.

When Reneè applauded and realized she was alone, she was forced back to reality. She opened her eyes, realizing she the sun had already set and a new moon was apparently in its phase. The stars twinkled in the night sky, reminding her that her parents would be expecting her home soon.

Reneè brought herself to her feet, dusting off her backside and picking up her book. She turned towards the worn dirt road and smiled to herself, replaying her fantasy. She left behind the apple tree, the lake, and the wind. She left behind one of those days.

It's not the best, I know. If y'all have any problems with anything, please don't hesitate to let me now. Her personality is pretty weak, but she kinda meshes to what everyone else does... If that makes any sense. Oh, and I'm sorry about the icons. They, like, refuse to show up.
Thank you for reading.

[fletcher cross]

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Accept the silver key and charm of wisdom.

_{That was very well done. d: And don't worry about the icons.}