Full Name:Annabelle Lee Ryan
Nicknames/Aliases:Anna, Belle, Annie
Age:23
Gender:Female
Species: Half human half elf
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Description: Annabelle stands at 5’4 with a lean body. She has wild, red, curls that contrasts with her pale skin. Because of her father’s side, she has sharp features and cat like green eyes.
Personality: Bitchy, cautious, fighter, loud. She can be sweet and caring but only around certain people. She trusts no one but herself and is always on the lookout for people with the intention of hurting her.
Skills: Because of her father’s race she has been known to be able to go into people’s minds and see their memories. She can also plant fake memories into their minds if she so wishes to. She is also a very talented fighter with twin swords.
Weaknesses: When she is using her power, Annabelle’s body is very vulnerable. Because her soul leaves to go into the other person’s mind her body is an empty shell that could easily be possessed, either damaged, or even killed. Also, due to her trust issues she misses out on many opportunities for companionship that could help her in battles.
Brief History: . Life was easy up to the age of twelve. That was when the accident happened. It all started as any cliché tragic story starts: A bright summer day, birds singing in the trees, radio playing some stupid, overly happy song. When Anna thinks about it now, it makes her sick.
Her dad was driving, mom in the front seat, and her tucked safely in the back. They were going to a family get together and her father was lost, so he kept looking over at his wife’s map not fully trusting that she knew what she was reading. Blissfully unaware of what was about to happen, Anna had fallen asleep in the back as she did in any car rides that lasted longer than an hour. When she woke up she was in a hospital all bandaged up, tubes stuck in her arms, and doctors looking down at her with grim faces. Her parents had died as soon as the semi had hit their puny car, they didn’t suffer at all, and she should count her lucky stars.How was she lucky? Why couldn’t she have died with them? Now she was stuck on earth with only an old woman she was told to call grandma. The Old Lady was more of a child than she was though and needed more caring than she did. Anna took care of herself then, refusing to acknowledge that she was little more than an orphan with only a cross necklace she wears around her neck to remember her parents by.
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