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Autumn Jones

"I wonder, what does fate have in store for me today?"

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a character in “Birthstone Spirits: The Great Escape”, as played by Linnea

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°˖✧| Cheerful | Friendly | Flirty | Fun-Loving | Athletic | Spirited | Tough | Optimist | Proud |✧˖°

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Age: 19
Gender: Female
Height: 5'6"
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Light blue
Birthday: November 2nd

Angela is 5'6" with a fit and skinny figure from years of cheerleading. Her long blonde hair is often styled into loose curls and falls about five inches past her shoulders. Her eyes are a bright blue and her eyelashes are long. She has an oval face which is almost never clear of makeup. Often times, she can be seen wearing lipstick and blush. She also enjoys painting her nails and likes to decorate them with glitter. Her fashion of choice is fun and flirty. Crop tops, tight jeans, bright colors, dresses, skirts. Heels are also common, but she likes sneakers as well.

She's currently on summer break from college, where her major is undeclared. It used to be business but she's been thinking of switching to communications. So, when asked, she laughs about it being undeclared. She's under pressure to find her path in life.
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Angela is a fun and friendly girl who likes to be in the spotlight. She's cheerful and upbeat, often trying to get others to see things her way. She can be a bit overwhelming, but she means well. She's also very flirty and hands on. Angela doesn't want to make people uncomfortable. It's the opposite. She wants everyone to feel as included as possible.

She's outgoing and social and adores attention. Frequently, she surrounds herself with other people. She happiest when she's in a group. However, she tends to be happy all the time. It's rare to see her act otherwise.

Though she likes to stand out she doesn't tend to shine brighter than anyone else. She greatly desires to be seen as a leader and to accomplish great things, but has problems going above and beyond. Angela is strong and a hard worker but she often stops herself from excelling out of fear. Desperate to fit in and not step on any toes, she allows herself to be second best.

Still, she wants to be the best. She'll keep going until someone tells her to stop. Sometimes, she'll even ignore her own feelings if she thinks it'll make someone happy. She's done a few things she didn't want to for the sake of others liking her.

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From a young age, Angela has been interested in the occult. She's fond of many things but tends to lean towards the paranormal. She has her own ouija board that glows in the dark and a tarot deck that is worn from use. She's superstitious, almost to a fault. She tries not to let it get to her but can be on edge if she comes across something she thinks is a bad omen. She loves horror movies and shows that talk about finding ghosts. She's held plenty of seances herself.

However, if asked about this she will claim it's all ironic. She's ashamed of this part of herself and refuses to admit that she truly is interested. She doesn't want to find out what would happen if word got out that a cheerleader was trying to talk to the dead.



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CheerBeing ignored
SmoothiesFailure
SushiAwkward moments
SnowGreasy food
Beach DaysLate nights
Scary MoviesBeing bored
Hanging out with her friendsIsolation
MakeupBad hair days
ShoppingHard decisions
Morning jogsHospitals
Cute animalsBeing abandoned
WinningBroken promises
FashionBugs
CoffeeStudying
PartyingCruel people
Solo joggingSewing
FamilyInjuries
Soft pillowsBurnt food


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The topaz gem is known as a symbol of fortune, success, balance and joy. For Angela, however, it brings the dead.

Spirits are a curious bunch, coming in all forms. Some were human once, and some seem to have come out of nowhere. It's Angela's job to communicate with them. From these spirits, Angela can gain valuable information. She can even have them carry out tasks for her. Of course, this comes at a price. Most spirits will demand energy from her or those around her.

Energy, to spirits, is like a nice dinner and a good night's rest. Not only does it feel good, it also allows them to manifest themselves in ways they normally wouldn't be able to. Some take heat energy, resulting in cold spots. Most of the spirits Angela deals with, however, desire her own life energy. Though it can be replenished through food and rest, it's still an incredibly uncomfortable experience.

The dead aside, Angela can also manipulate the energy force. She can drain energy from another, giving it to herself or to the spirits that request it. At least, she should be able to do all of this. At the current moment, she had yet to receive any sort of powers.



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Necklace
Tarot cards
Makeup bag
Cell Phone
Bandages
Wallet
Normal clothes
Hair ties

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So begins...

Autumn Jones's Story

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Character Portrait: Autumn Jones Character Portrait: Xabier Sanchez Character Portrait: Alatáriël Oronrá Character Portrait: Kit Withers
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#, as written by Linnea
“Closet.” A spirit whispered.

Without so much as a warning, Autumn strode into Xabiers room and flung the closet doors open. Whatever else was in there was of no concern to her at the moment. All she cared about was her cloak. Warm. Inviting. Safe. Pockets filled with her cards. She put it on and hastily shut the wardrobe once more, the force of the action making such a loud noise that it startled the spirit who had informed her of her cloaks whereabouts.

She snuggled into her cloak, finally free of the bone chilling cold.

Autumn strode up to the Spaniard, so close that even he might have been able to feel the chill of the spirits that followed her, and swung her arm.

Autumn never liked close combat fighting, but she'd be damned if she never learned it. What would she do if she dropped her war scythe? Or if the spirits were being difficult? Or, in this case, if she found a team mate to be a threat to the success of the team. Simple. She delivered a swift and powerful punch. An inescapable strike.

“I know you're not a bad guy. You mean well, you really do. You care about your friends and family. But right now, I need you to care about the group as a whole. You may not like some people, but we're a team. We need to work together. And that means getting your shit together and your powers under control. I hope we won't have to have this talk again.”

She left as quickly as she had arrived, her face all smiles now that she had her stuff back.

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After such a tense situation, the last thing Kit expected was laughter. For it to come from Lillian was a special bonus. It came as such a surprise to him that he couldn't help but chuckle in reply. He found it rather charming. Especially since it was a far cry from their previous bets on fights between the prior September and November.

“Indeed you will.” He replied, relief flooding his face. Kit was still concerned about the situation, but stressing over something he couldn't change wouldn't do anyone any good. He left the room to wander the castle, hoping to find someone to have a calm conversation with.

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It all happened so fast. One second he was brushing sleep out of his eyes, the next a bipolar Autumn had stormed in and out of his chambers, cloak in hand. He really wasn't in the mood for trying to figure out what was going on or why he had her cloak in his room. Frankly, it was this sort of thing that he had wanted to avoid.
But for whatever reason unknown to his muggy head, Autumn’s cloak had been in his closet and he knew deep down that it wasn't the only thing hiding in there. He had to empty it out, strip the boards bare, wash it clean. He was so tired but it had to be done.

“I know you're not a bad guy. You mean well, you really do. You care about your friends and family. But right now, I need you to care about the group as a whole. You may not like some people, but we're a team. We need to work together. And that means getting your shit together and your powers under control. I hope we won't have to have this talk again.”

He resented that a little. If she actually knew him, she'd know that he couldn't sacrifice someone dear to him for the sake of the team. And on a more childish level he was angry that she was being so patronizing.

You are not my mother, Autumn. Frustrated was not even the word. For someone to act like they understood him and know that it wasn't as simple as flicking a switch, to say that so casually... it was like a kick to the face.
He suddenly understood why his doppelgängers did that to her cloak. In fact he kind of wished they did something to it....

No.

That wasn't right.

He was angry at Autumn, but not for petty, childish reasons. He didn't want to hurt her, or anyone for that matter. He didn't wish harm on even her stupid cloak. In fact, he just wanted people to be happy. It was a shame the group couldn't get along and be civil to Harper at the same time. Xabier would happily play team with the others if he wasn't constantly worried that they'd hate him for who he was. And the person he liked. After that incident he was pretty sure he couldn't trust any of them. A begrudging respect had formed for Dorian. But it wasn't enough to make him endearing to him.

That's when he understood what he had to do.

“Autumn, wait!” A strange sound of urgency filled his voice. Piled up stress had made his accent stronger than it had been in a long while. He followed her skipping figure down the hallway. He had noticed that there was an abundance of blondes in the Warrior group.
Reaching out to stop her, he grabbed her free arm. He took a step and didn't want to take more, but he did.
Once his hand touched the flesh of her elbow, he knew he shouldn't have done it. As if burned, he immediately let go. It was a wonder how he could physically catch her when he was so exhausted. The reason behind his lethargy now clear, he rubbed his head with his fingers, groaning. So much stuff to clear out. And so little time.

“Hear me out. Give me five minutes and I will guarantee this will never happen again.”

The air crisp against his skin. His under-eyes slightly red from his eventful night were disappearing slowly. The suddenness of moving had sent a jolt of unexpected energy in his chest.

What exactly he needed to say wasn't clear, but he knew that if he didn't do this now he would never do it. The invisible burns would never heal.

“Autumn..”