Description
Complexion soft as silk, skin cold as ice, hair long and black as the darkest night. Shadow looks more like a more beautiful version of snow-white. She has a very muscular built and a medium chest. She looks young, around 16, but is actually in her early twenties. She is strong and flexible. Like quoted before, she has a soft complexion, no acne, no impurities and such, although she does have a scar coming up her back along her spine. She is about 5'9, and though, she doesn't look like it, weighs about 150 pounds. Her hair is long,black and thick and always straighten. When hunting, it is usually up but when doing something else, its down.
She has red eyes, which is rare but they aren't so red that she is counted weird, more like a faded auburn red. Unlike most people, when she is touched her skin is as cold as a corspe. No one, not even the doctors, know why. She is seen wearing green cargo jeans with lots of pockets, a half shirt, showing her belly and a long black jacket.
Personality
Sneaky, smart, cold and seductive. That pretty much sums her up. Despite her pretty looks, she is very aggressive and sly. She is amazing at her job and has an amazing aim. She can nail some one in the head over miles away and kill them. She generally steals things from her victims before turning them in or whatever. She is flexible and awesome at picking locks. She has a horrable temper and hates perverts, but she will use what ever she can to get the job done. She is known as one of the best female Bounty Hunter, though, only one of the best.
She has a foul mouth that gets her into the most of her troubles and is always independent, always trying to carry the weight of hers and others upon her shoulders. Despite this, she acts like a little kid when it comes to her job, always making bets and enemies. She likes to win and the competition the job brings her. She is in love with chocolate and sweets, when I say in love with it, I mean IN LOVE with it. She can clear out the candy shop with just one visit. She loves roses, easpecally the dark colored ones.
Though, inside of her is a very lonely and sad girl. She had had a rough past. One of the reasons she joins this job is to vent all of her anger on others. She has lost the way to love and feel compassion towards others. She has no mercy and when she does her job, she kills. This is very hard to see this side of her unless you are very close to her, which could take years. She never cries or gets afraid on the outside, but in the inside, not even she knows whats going on.
When someone gets to close to her emotionally, she tends to stray away from them or runaway. She is afraid that if she gets to close to them, that they will end up hating her or worst. She is very sweet and hardly ever thinks about herself, but this side is NEVER seen. When she is doing her job, she is emotionless until she heads to the bar to collect her bets she made with the others. If they don't keep their bets, then she ends up killing or almost killing them at least. When not in her job, she seems very happy and cheery and sees bounty hunting as a game.
Equipment
She carries a few weapons with her. A gun that has Dark Rose engraved on the barrel and a sharp-ass dagger hidden on her body somewhere along with a tazer.
History
A pretty silver ballerina stands, in the perfect position on a music box. It starts to twirl to a sweet soft melody. Shadows rages, blood splatters, the silver ballerina is no more silver, but red, it doesn't dance, nor play the sweet sound. A laughter in the distance, sounding like a man, his laughter is evil and horrible, then, the next thing you hear? A gunshot. Silence. Weeping. The sound of a little girl weeping. An hour passes before the weeping ceases. The sounds of someone walking through a pool of liquids, and then you see her. A pretty little girl, short black hair, light colored auburn red eyes who was about 8 years old, held a small bloody pinkish bunny in one hand, and a gun with the words 'Dark Rose' engraved on the barrel. The gun is silver. She makes swishy sounds as she walks out. Her eyes seem to glow in the night, her small plaid pink dress and white stockings are soaked with blood.
That is all she remembers from her original family. She soon found out that she had a long deep cut going up her back. It was going to scar.
The night was cold and wet. She traveled the streets for hours, the steantch of blood had made her puke a couple of hours back, so she was very hungry. She was cold and was getting a slight fever. She had stumbled across a small building where an old woman had seen her. "Young lady, come here." She turned and looked at the old lady. She slowly walked over to her. "Whats your name?" The little girl looked up.
"Annabelle. Annabelle Reek." Her voice was scratchy but soft.
"Come, come." The old lady said.
Annabelle was washed and had some fresh clothes on, though they where too big. The old lady was talking on the phone with what had seemed to be the police. She grabbed the old woman's skirt and tugged lightly on it. The woman nodded before hanging up.
"Some people will be over here in a second to help you out. Do you need anything...?"
Annabelle looked at her. "My bunny. My Gun." She said looking at the old lady.
She shook her head. "I will get you a new bunny, but you can't have your gun. Its against the law for such a young child to have such a weapon. Please get some rest and I will wake you up when the nice people come to help you. OK?"
Annabelle looked at her before turning around and going upstairs.
She couldn't sleep.
That night was a blur. The police had asked Annabelle lots and lots of questions. Some she didn't even understand. Others, where just too stupid to answer. When the case was concluded of the murder of the Reek Family and the Killer who had murdered them, she was sent off to an orphanage. Before that, the old woman who taken care of her was sicken and couldn't take care of Annabelle much longer, so as stated before, she was sent to the orphanage. Before she was sent, she had stolen the gun and had hid it inside the brown teddy bare that the old women had given her. She was about 11 years of age.
It was crowded and it had the smell of kids. It was almost sickening. She wore a pretty red dress with long socks that stopped at her upper thigh. The dress wasn't frilly, it was just a normal soft red dress. She held on tight onto the bear that had duct-tape across the back of the bear where she had hid her gun. Her black hair was down to her shoulders as the nice man walked her to her room, where she shared with the other girls around her age. There was a smell of vanallia bean perfume mixed with pancake syrup. She put her bags and bear next to the bed that was hers.
A small girl with red hair and freckles pranced up to her. "Hi! Whats your name?" She was cheerful.
"Annabelle." Annabelle's voice was dark but soft. As always.
"Wanna be friends Anna?"
"No."
The red head looked at her. "Stupid meanie." She said before grabbing her bear. Annabelle looked at her before she twisted herself around and kicked the little girl back where she hit her head.
"Don't touch my bear." Was all she said before Annabelle left the room.
She stayed in the orphange until she was about 13. She stayed alone in there and when she was adopted into a small family with one son who was about 15. They became close.
She smiled and gave him some flowers. It was the first smile in forever. He smiled. Though she smiled and had fun, the Runtor family hasn't heard her speak ever since they got her.
"She had a ruff past, but she is happy now." Mr. Runtor was a nice old man and Mrs. Runtor was a beautiful old women, about in their late 40s.
She smiled as he talked to her and he smiled as she listen.
"I like this girl a lot, but I don't know how to say it to her." He said looking at the flowers she gave him.
Her smiled disappeared. She shrugged.
He looks at her. "Something wrong?"
She shakes her head no.
"Well I known this girl for a short time and I live near her, in fact she is right in this neighborhood.
Annabelle looked at him. She took her finger and dug it into the dirt to spell out three letters. 'Who'
He smiled and leaned to kiss her lips. After that he smiled. "You."
At the age of 14, the Runtor family had found out the relationship between the two and had disowned Annabelle and moved. Though, they did leave her their house. Their son had sent letters to her until the day she found out it was really Mr. Runtor sending them. He sent them to her to cover up the fact that his son had died in an accident in the kitchen. He didn't want Annabelle to know. She lived in that house until she was about 16 years old. That is when she met a man at the age of 20. He was a bounty hunter and her teacher. She soon fell in love with him but she knew he wouldn't like her counting that he had already had a wife-to-be. This man was named James, and he was the man to get her to speak again. He had nick-named her Shadows. (Hint Hint. Her Bounty-Hunter name :P )
"OK! AIM! POINT AND FIRE!" He yelled, his voice booming as she fired off the 'Dark Rose.'
The bullet hit right into the heart, a fatal blow. He smiled and petted her head.
"Good! Now we have dinner!" He said as she watched the deer fall to the ground.
"Five pointer!" She yelled as she jumped up.
He smiled. He loved her as if she was his own daughter. Hell, they even lived together, and by November of this year, he and his wife-to-be were going to be Annabelle's legal mother and father."OK Anna, now go and skin the deer and don't come back home until its ready to be cook!" He said putting his arms up in front of his chest. He walked inside his house. She did so. They ate together. It felt like a real family, though her love for James grew even greater.
She couldn't keep it a secrete anymore. She confessed. He rejected. She left at the age of 17, and followed into his footsteps to become a Bounty-Hunter. They chat often, but as she got older, all connections where cut off. By the time she was about 20, she lost every single thing that a normal human could have, from loving someone, to compassion and mercy. By the time she was about 21, she became famous for getting the job done and killing and grabbing the bounties, no matter who they where. She became a tomboy who had no feelings of anyone else but herself.
