Post by alianne on Jul 31, 2011 13:40:28 GMT -5
ANNABEL LEIGHCARTER !
| VOLATILE | LOYAL | UNFORGIVING |
'You labeled me, I label you, so I dub thee Unforgiven'
[ BASICS ]
... easy to say
Name: annabel leigh carter
Age: twenty-three
Birthdate: 06.21.92
Gender: female
Allegiance: gifted, resistance
Ability: rapid tissue regeneration
Family: mother, sarah carter, died at 47, just before the Cure, of cancer; father, phillip carter, 52, lawyer
Canon or Original: canon
[ THE LOOKS ]
... don't let them get to you
Height: 5’8
Weight: 130 [she’d be underweight from malnourishment at Alticor and after escaping, no?]
Hair Color: blonde
Eye Color: blue-green
Play- By: axelle carolyn
[ INSIDE ]
who you really are...
Personality: Originally kind, sweet, and unassuming, Annabel’s personality underwent a sharp turnaround over the course of her confinement at Alticor. Before, she would hardly have thought of hurting a thing; afterwards, she was so full of anger and hate and resentment that she spent a lot of time dreaming up ways to torture Alticor workers in return. It left her reckless and uncaring of her own safety; she could heal from most anything, anyway, and besides-nothing could be worse then what those Alticor jack asses had done to her. She’d much rather die before being captured again.
She’s relatively unstable; her mood swings drastically from the furious bitch she’s become to the warm, kind, sweet girl she was to start. She’s always slightly wary when meeting new people, always on guard in case they could be in any way working for that hated place. However, befriend her, get on her side, and she’ll be unfailingly and unceasingly loyal, fighting to the death for you. On the same note, betray her and you make the top of her hit list.
Likes:
revenge
music of almost any variety
chocolate
sunlight
warmth
Dislikes:
Alticor
traitors and turncoats
Gifteds working for Alticor
darkness
cold
Strengths:
holding grudges
loyal
fearless
hard to kill
can be kind/loving/sweet/caring at times
Weaknesses:
overconfident
reckless
unstable
unforgiving
violent
untrusting
History: Annabel had a relatively normal childhood; her mom was a stay-at-home while her dad earned money as a prosecutor. She went to the local public schools, to and from which she either bussed or walked with a friend or two. In other words, she was a perfectly normal kid. However, things changed quickly when her mother was diagnosed with cancer. Leukemia. At the time, the only thing doctors had to combat it with was chemotherapy, with which they could only hope to beat the disease into remission, not kill it. Sarah refused to let the cancer get her down, but, little by little, it grew on her and got the better of her. She died three months before the introduction of the cure
Annabel’s father, being both well-off and scared of something similar striking his daughter, quickly got the both of them in for the cure. Not a year after receiving it, however, did Annabel discover that she would have rather never had the horrid ‘fix’, even if it meant that she, too, would have fallen prey to the cancer that killed her mother-because as soon as signs of her newly-developed rapid tissue regeneration developed, she was taken by Alticor. She suffered two long and horrible years being submitted to their ‘experiments’, finally escaping after one last, permanently scarring test. Being held there…. It was if you were less than human, less than the meanest, mangiest dog; the workers seemed to think you couldn’t feel, couldn’t think…. That what they did to you, would really mean nothing because you didn’t know it was happening, anyway. Once she left, she joined up with Ms. Nash, the two of them starting a team that would surely grow to become quite large…. Perhaps even large enough to overthrow Alticor.
[ THE PUPPETEER ]
... behind the curtain
Alias: alianne
Experience: a long freaking time; i dunno!
How you found us: i knew ally from hogwarts~!
Other characters:
How we should contact you: (EMAIL|PM)
Password: admin edit- julia
Anya cursed under her breath before rising as quickly and gracefully as possible as she could under the circumstances. "I am sorry," she apologized hurriedly, discreetly pulling her wand from her sleeve, pointing it over her shoulder at the cruel Slytherins and muttering a soft series of curses. Pandemonium quickly broke out behind her as dresses ripped, heels broke, hair knotted, and makeup smeared, changing to permanent marker as it did. Her face twisting into a satisfied sort of smirk, she put her wand away.
Turning her full attention back to the man who had been the unfortunate secondary victim of the prank, she had to hold back a laugh when he mentioned that he didn't bite. What did he know about biting? Keeping her face mostly blank except for mischievous and amused sparkling eyes, she pulled out a chair across the table from him. Despite her somewhat comfortable and halfway friendly actions, he didn't exactly give off a fully savory feeling-and his next words quickly proved why. Her blood ran cold at the mention of his name-Rosier. Everyone knew that name, and now she knew to be careful-very, very careful. Of course it had been her luck to be pushed into one of the - to her, the teenage werewolf, at least - most dangerous people in the Wizarding world.
"I'm Anya," she said simply with a somewhat forced smile. She knew her surname wasn't a particularly pure-blood name, and there was no need to sully herself in his eyes so early. It was, after all, in her best interests to stay in his good books as long as possible. Or rather, necessary for her survival. That and to give out as little valuable information as possible. She took a hearty gulp of the new butterbeer - in a mug this time, as it seemed as if she was to be staying for a while - to stall for a moment before she spoke again. "I'm a student at Hogwarts, obviously, Slytherin, third year." she stated quickly with a slightly stronger smile. The Hat would never put a wolf in Slytherin, would it? At least, no one would think it would. [While I suppose it’s not quite average, it will certainly do. I always meet word count quotas on sites where it’s needed.
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Turning her full attention back to the man who had been the unfortunate secondary victim of the prank, she had to hold back a laugh when he mentioned that he didn't bite. What did he know about biting? Keeping her face mostly blank except for mischievous and amused sparkling eyes, she pulled out a chair across the table from him. Despite her somewhat comfortable and halfway friendly actions, he didn't exactly give off a fully savory feeling-and his next words quickly proved why. Her blood ran cold at the mention of his name-Rosier. Everyone knew that name, and now she knew to be careful-very, very careful. Of course it had been her luck to be pushed into one of the - to her, the teenage werewolf, at least - most dangerous people in the Wizarding world.
"I'm Anya," she said simply with a somewhat forced smile. She knew her surname wasn't a particularly pure-blood name, and there was no need to sully herself in his eyes so early. It was, after all, in her best interests to stay in his good books as long as possible. Or rather, necessary for her survival. That and to give out as little valuable information as possible. She took a hearty gulp of the new butterbeer - in a mug this time, as it seemed as if she was to be staying for a while - to stall for a moment before she spoke again. "I'm a student at Hogwarts, obviously, Slytherin, third year." she stated quickly with a slightly stronger smile. The Hat would never put a wolf in Slytherin, would it? At least, no one would think it would. [While I suppose it’s not quite average, it will certainly do. I always meet word count quotas on sites where it’s needed.
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